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Best Friend || Richie Tozier

Request: dreamsoftechnicolor: Hello! I just wanted to say that your writing is absolutely AMAZING- I love your work! For the song imagine requests, I’d love to read a Richie x reader (do you write It characters? If not, a mike x reader is good too) based off of the song “Best Friend” by Rex Orange County, the plot kind of being the reader & the character being super good friends & then they end up falling for each other!

Tense: 3rd person

Summary: Richie and (Y/N) are close friends, equally trash-mouthed and obnoxious, and soon enough come to the realisation that they like each other.

A/N: thank you soo much, I’m glad people enjoy them! I do IT, stranger things and the actors, but I do literally anything tbhh // I love doing these kinds of imagines because I find out about music that I’ve never listened to and turn out to absolutely love!! Xx

“You think you’re cool but those glasses tell another story,” (Y/N) poked at the glasses on Richie’s face, causing him to furrow his eyebrows. He swatted her hand away and readjusted them, sitting up straight in attempts to show some sort of confidence.

“Why are you such a dick to me?” he laughed, poking her in the forehead, mimicking what she’d done to his glasses.

“Why are you such a dick to me?” she copied, much higher tone, laughing along with him. He shook his head.

“No,” he put his finger in the air. “I’m not, I’m like the nicest friend to you, to be honest, I’m your only friend-“

“See!” she shouted, pointing at him frantically, voice cracking slightly.

“Okay, okay, I see your point,” he pushed her hands down and out of his face. “That’s the only time, though.”

“Richie, you tried to sell me so you could get food when you were broke,” she said seriously, making Richie snicker and nod. “It’s not funny, that guy was known for accepting shit.”

“Why did you think I made the offer?” she hit his arm roughly and he stopped laughing, holding his stomach as it ached from him laughing. What he didn’t tell her, though, was how uncomfortable and slightly jealous it had made him seeing the way that the worker looked at her. “This place is crawling with those types of men, it’s gross.”

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The two were walking to Bill’s after Richie had received a phone call, picking (Y/N) up on the way. He purposely didn’t ride his bike, knowing that she didn’t ride one anyway.

“Guys, what took you so long?” Stan practically yelled when they eventually walked into the house, after Bill answered the door to them. “Were you making out?” In sync, the two stared blankly at him and flicked his head on either side.

“She doesn’t ride a fucking bike, okay?” Richie shouted back, throwing himself onto the couch and almost hitting Eddie in the head with his feet. He pointed with his foot towards (Y/N), who was still stood, as Eddie kept having to push Richie’s legs off of his lap.

She glared over at him. “I can’t ride one,” she put her hands up in defence as everyone looked at her.

“Why couldn’t you have just ridden on the back of his?” Stan nodded to Richie, causing him to raise his eyebrows and hands at her.

She laughed. “No, no, absolutely not. He’d push me off or make some remark about my hands being near his dick,” she went and sat on a dining chair, and Richie called out in the back whilst laughing.

“That’s true,” he pointed in the direction of where she was sat.

“Told you,” she spoke almost immediately after he replied. She shrugged and the others went on to discuss why they were all called to come over. Bill explained about seeing Georgie, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere for everyone, and how he wanted to go and explore.

“Fuck that shit, nope,” (Y/N) paced around the room, occasionally looking behind her quickly as if she’d imagined seeing something. “I’ll stay here, y’know, keep watch on things,” the others just stared at her, unconvinced, until Richie piped up.

“Yeah,” he nodded enthusiastically. “That’s a good idea, (Y/N), I think you’ll need two people for that,” he got up from the couch and stood beside her. Everyone rolled their eyes but Bill gave in.

“If you’re s-s-staying h-here, th-then you c-c-can che-check out the b-b-basement for m-me while w-we’re g-g-gone,” As soon as he spoke, the others started to overlap their voices in complaints about how they should have to go. Richie just gave them all a thumbs up, and (Y/N) widened her eyes and hit Richie’s arm.

“I’m not fucking going into the basement where he saw a dead kid,” she panicked, whispering to Richie.

He waved her off, “It’s just a bluff. Right, Bill?” Bill stayed quiet and walked to the front door. Richie called back, “Bill?”

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“This is such a stupid fucking idea,” (Y/N) breathed out in a whisper, jumping at the slightest noise of a floor creak. “We’re all going to die, and I won’t ever get to own a cat. You know how much that sucks? I’ve always wanted one, a ginger one, fat and fluffy-“ Richie turned to her, pointing his flashlight in her eyes. She knocked it away, “Yeah, yeah, ‘shut up’, I get it.”

The group had split off to explore different parts of the house, unaware that they should’ve all stuck together. She and Richie had been wandering for around 5 minutes when they came to a living room area, in the corner was a dead plant holding a piece of paper on one of its branches. They walked up to it and Richie examined the paper before cursing in panic and stress.

“What the fuck?” he shouted, “What the actual fuck? Why am I on this? Why am I missing? H-how am I missing? I’m right fucking here,” she put her hands on his shoulders and made him look at her. His breathing started to slow down soon after, and he put down the paper before regaining focus. That was the thing with them, she didn’t have to say anything to calm him down, but just a simple touch of contact was enough for him. They carried on walking about, silent except from their whistling.

She sighed. “They picked a really unflattering photo for you, though,” she said nonchalantly, still looking in front and squinting at places she couldn’t quite see from afar. Richie looked at her in confusion, she turned her head to him and then turned back. “The missing sign,” she elaborated. “Worst photo of you ever.” He laughed slightly.

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“P,” Richie pondered, they both had been playing an Alphabet game with the subject being musicians or bands. “The Police,” he clicked his fingers as if an idea had struck him like a lightbulb being lit.

She shook her head. “Nope,” Richie looked at her confused and slightly annoyed. “Begins with a T technically, so you don’t get that one,” he groaned and threw a piece of hard paint at her, that he’d picked off from the doorway.

“You’ve done this three times already,” he began to think again. “Okay, Poison,” she clapped her hands, torch still in it, and gave a sarcastic smile. The two were interrupted by shouts coming from the others, they stood up abruptly and started to run in attempts to find them. As they got to the corner, just before the room they were in, they noticed a dressed up man crouching and looking round the corner into the room.

“Yo,” she shouted. “Why’s this dude crouching- oh my god, okay,” her eyes widened as the crouched man stood up tall, turning to look at them both. It was IT, face distorted by a large stick, causing her to gag. They both froze as he swiftly walked passed them with a large crooked smile on his face. Richie looked to (Y/N) and she looked right back, eyes still wide, but they were brought back to reality when Eddie screamed again.

They legged it into the room, (Y/N) stopping as she saw Eddie’s arm. Everyone was surrounding him and Richie was adamant he could help, but everyone’s suggestions were inaudible through Eddie’s cussing at Richie. As he grabbed Eddie’s arm, (Y/N) stood up and began to gag again. She hunched over, hands on knees and looking pale.

“I’m gonna throw up,” she muttered, causing Beverly to rub her back. “I’ll be fine,” she stood up straight just as Richie cracked Eddie’s arm into place. “Okay, yeah, no, I’m gonna throw up,” she gagged again but nothing came up.

They were all stood outside of the house as Eddie’s mum dragged him into her car. She was complaining and yelling at the group whilst they all trailed behind. She turned to Beverly and whispered something to her, too close up to her face. (Y/N) clenched her fists, face red in anger as Eddie’s mum pulled away from Beverly, not liking the way that she spoke to Bev.

“Fucking, mother, fucking bitch, fuck,” she muttered but stopped herself when she felt a hand surround her fist. Richie had heard her mumbles and comforted her by holding her hand, in attempts to make her unravel her hand from the grip. She looked at him but he stayed looking forward at the group however when she looked away, he gave her a side glance.

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“Can we please stop talking about cutting dicks?” (Y/N) said loudly, trying to speak over the boys in the middle of the room. (Y/N) and Beverly were sat on the windowsill by Ben’s window, the whole group sat in his room, whilst the boys surrounded the bed. The boys looked over and saw Beverly nodding, and laughing, as (Y/N) held down a magazine that the two girls were looking through.

“There’s things we want to know,” Richie piped up and, both he and (Y/N) stared at each other pulling faces. The others sat in silence, noticing how the two interacted with each other. She then shrugged as they all gathered their belongings to head out of the house. They were walking along the street for a while, heading towards the quarry, when they heard a car come from behind them. Richie turned, squinting at the car driving too fast, before realising that it was Henry Bowers. The car beeped at them and laughter was heard, causing the group to run. Henry’s group got out of the car and chased after them, but Henry was after only one: (Y/N).

She sighed as he grabbed at her wrist. “Fuck sake, Henry, what?” she looked him directly in the eyes, hoping to intimidate but he only looked back with attitude. She wasn’t particularly afraid of anything, she’d become too used to bullies and always had a careless outlook on life, one of the many qualities that made Richie want to be friends with her. He tugged her towards a fence and closed her in, giving her enough space to breathe but not enough to be comfortable.

“What’s someone like you hanging out with those losers?” he asked, pretending to be sad and offended. She rolled her eyes and yawned, staring straight at him again.

“They’re my friends, arsehole, something you don’t have,” she raised her eyebrows. He smirked, giggling at her cursing him. “Like, seriously, Henry, is this all you do with your life? Do you steal lollipops off of little girls too?” she spoke sarcastically and the others in the back laughed at her remark, Henry turned his face and scowled at them. When he turned back, he closed the gap a little more between their faces. She held a disgusted expression on her face and looked to the side of her, which caused him to pull his face back.

“You’re a chore,” he laughed. “Why do I have to work so hard for you, Beverly said yes in an instant,” (Y/N) scrunched nose and focused heavily into his eyes, she’d hated the way he brought up Beverly, but that he brought up a lie about her more so.

“You ask me out like 3 times and I say no and then you go around and tell people that we- that we did things. But in reality you can’t get anyone, isn’t that right, Henry?” she spat. Richie snickered in the back and almost immediately, Henry turned his head.

“What you laughing at, Trash-Mouth?” he spoke through gritted teeth, then slowly turned his head back to look at her.

“That’s why you have to lie, that’s why you have to let everyone know, because you know that you can only do those types of things in your own fantasy world, in that little brain of yours,” she went to tap his head but he grabbed her wrist. His face was scrunched up in anger; his breathing was loud and heavy, every exhale of his hitting her in the face.

“I don’t hit girls,” he said, speaking lowly. “But don’t test my patience,” he threw her hand down harshly, causing her wrist to click. He walked away back to his car, indicating for his group to let the others go. She held and rubbed at her wrist, whilst the others walked over, helping Ben up beforehand.

“That was fucking insane,” Eddie shook his head in awe. “I crapped my pants.” He spoke enthusiastically, looking at the others to see if they had seen what he saw. Richie was stood further back, rubbing the back of his neck, almost next to Bill.

“Oh, fuck,” Richie muttered under his breathe, kicking his foot along the ground, as something clicked in his brain suddenly. He accidentally kicked a small piece of gravel into Eddie’s shoe, causing him to freak out in the background noise. (Y/N) laughed, holding her hands over her mouth as she watched Eddie practically scream, his voice cracking.

“W-w-what is i-it, Ri-Ri-Richie?” Bill asked quietly, noticing that he clearly didn’t want attention brought to him. Richie turned to him, looked at the others then back to Bill. He sighed, letting his mind find the right words to say. Just as he was about to speak Stan called out to them, clearly showing they hadn’t been listening to the group discussing about still going to the quarry.

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The group were stood by the edge of the quarry whilst Richie sat on a rock next to Bill further back. He watched as (Y/N) laughed, “Stupid fucking feelings,” he mumbled, tapping his leg and huffing. “Fucking unnecessary pieces of shit, maybe I don’t want to like her, y’know, did you ever take that into account?” Bill turned to look at him, confused look on his face.

“I didn’t e-e-even sa-say anyth-th-thing,” he said, looking back at the others. “B-but you d-d-did j-j-just adm-mit so-something,” he lowered his voice this time, seeing that she had turned to wave them over. They shook their heads and she shrugged, turning back to talk to the others. “J-just t-t-tell her.”

“Worse fucking idea, Bill,” he said, a little too loudly. “I’m not doing that,” he whispered. “I’ll make a complete idiot out of myself-“

“That why you not jumping in with us?” she approached them and laughed. He just sat and stared, wide eyed. “C’mon,” she tugged at his wrists and he stood up, looking back at Bill for help, but he just waved. “You go, I’ll go,” she raised her eyebrows, nodding towards the water at the bottom.

“I-um,” he laughed nervously. “Your wrist must hurt, you should rest it,” she raised an eyebrow at him.

She nodded, “Hmm hmm, nice try,” she laughed, before pushing him lightly into the water. She jumped in after, causing a domino effect of everyone going in. They were all laughing, playing in the water as if nothing had happened earlier, but Richie couldn’t get the feeling in his chest to leave. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it and laugh with the others, every time he saw (Y/N) smile or look at him, it caused his brain to focus on the feeling again.

“I’m getting a bit tired,” he told Bill. “I’ll just be over there,” He saw a nearby resting point and swam over to it, soon pulling himself up onto it. He shook himself in attempts to get rid of some of the water, not that it helped at all. He sat hunched up, knees pressed to his chest and arms huddling around his legs. He watched as the others splashed ad spoke to each other, too focused to notice that (Y/N) wasn’t there anymore.

“Hey,” she said, climbing up and sitting next to him. It snapped him back to reality and he looked to her, but then soon turned away. “What’s got you so bummed out, Tozier?” she asked concerned, the others were still swimming whilst the two sat on a small level of cliff. “You’re not seeming like you ever since earlier,” she looked at him softly.

“I think I fucking like you,” he blurted out and as the words left his mouth he closed his eyes, lightly hitting the side of his head. “Fuck,” he muttered.

“You think?” she was quite amused, and incredibly thankful that he’d spoken up first.

“Y-Yeah,” his voice cracked slightly. “I-um- I’m not totally sure, you know, like I think it’s what I’m feeling, but I’ve never felt what liking someone is like so I’m kinda just taking a knife in the dark, here.” He rambled on which made her laugh, blushing at how nervous he seemed to be.

“It’s taking a stab in the dark,” she put her head down and then looked back up. She looked around at the surroundings, as he looked at her embarrassed. “But,” she said, Richie still looking at her intently. “I don’t know what it feels like to like someone either,” he turned to face in front of him, preparing himself for rejection. “But I’m pretty sure I feel the same, I mean, like I could be wrong but I don’t know, I think I do,” his eyes widened and he looked her slowly, in sync with her looking at him.

“Are we meant to, you know, like, kiss or some shit?” he asked, an evident hope rising in his voice.

She laughed. “Not a chance,” she tapped his nose. “Well, not yet, anyway.”

aph-awesomeprussia  asked:

What are the stages of drafts? I'm trying to write my own book but I dont know how to draft properly and I feel like I'm gonna be stuck in a gutter if I don't know

Yesssssssssssssss someone finally asked it!!!

I’ve been waiting for the perfect opportunity to explain this and show everybody my inverted pyramid :D :D :D

I present, The Inverted Pyramid of Revising a Book

Now I’ll explain each section of the inverted pyramid:

THE FIRST DRAFT

  • This should be self-explanatory. You write the first draft. For novels, 75-150,000+ words of the world inside your head.

PLOT, CONTENT, SCENES, AND MAJOR CHARACTERS

  • Go back and fix it all up. Did you tell the story you wanted to tell? Did you include scenes and events that add up to the conclusion you present?
  • Are there any unnecessary scenes you could delete, or scenes that are redundant to other scenes? Get rid of them. If this means entire chapters have to go, wave bye-bye.
  • Do your main characters have believable back stories and arcs, and do they act appropriately in character at all times?
  • Is there any point in time when your characters do something that they literally WOULD NOT DO? Change that up.

WORLD-BUILDING, CHARACTERIZATION, HONING IN PLOT POINTS

  • Now pay attention to the deeper aspects of the story. Delve into the world your characters live in. Do they react appropriately? Does any part of society influence them more than others?
  • What does your world look like? Delve into the setting. The cultures, the technology, the history.
  • Work with your secondary characters and how they interact with your main characters. What role do they serve overall? Does the main character’s journey affect them at all, or vice versa?
  • Tighten up plot points. Stay concise if possible.

SENTENCE STRUCTURE, FLOW AND PACING OF SCENES

  • Now that the major parts of your story have been patted down, you can begin focusing on the technical stuff. Start broad.
  • Do you have redundant sentences? Do you start multiple sentences the same way?
  • Throw in short sentences.
  • Drop the pronoun from the beginning of a sentence every now and then.
  • Use commas instead of ‘and’ if you find you use ‘and’ a lot.
  • Does the flow of sentences and paragraphs fit with the tone of the scene?
  • Chop sentences apart. Use quick, sharp words.
  • Or combine sentences and flowery language and soft words.

BETA READER CRITIQUES AND SUGGESTIONS

  • Now that you’ve really patted this thing down, find people willing to read your work (hopefully for free).
  • Ask them to point out inconsistencies. Are they confused by anything?
  • Beta readers can tell you when things are boring or exciting. They’ll laugh. They’ll fangirl. They’ll beg you for more chapters.
  • Your brain is soft from so much revising. Beta readers are fresh, and will pick out things you’ve glossed over from seeing it so many times.
  • Shake things up and host a video chat for you and your betas! It’s a great way to make friends :)

PUNCTUATION AND MISSING WORDS

  • NOWWWWW you’ve finished all the major revisions and your story makes sense!!! All that’s left to do is get the broom and sweep it up (or the vacuum cleaner, or generate a black hole from the Large Hadron Collider to suck out all the errors because that’s super-effective**).
  • This is the nitty gritty stuff, and I highly recommend either forcing yourself to read really, really slow, or better yet, read your book out loud, start to finish.
  • You’ll trip up over misplaced commas and periods.
  • You’ll literally hear when a sentence is awkward.
  • Your brain will get confused when there’s a missing word.
  • Fill in the gaps, hammer down the boards, tidy up the place like you’ve got guests coming over.

THE FINAL DRAFT

  • OMG
  • OMG
  • OMG
  • OMG IT’S FINISHED AND YOU CAN SHARE IT WITH THE WORLD AND BUY PHYSICAL COPIES THAT YOU CAN HOLD AND SMELL AND RUB ALL OVER YOUR FACE AND DRAW IN AND DOG-EAR AND TOTE AROUND TO SHOW PEOPLE AND SIGN AUTOGRAPHS AND BECOME YOUR OWN LITTLE CELEBRITY!!!
  • Email the newspaper (I’ve appeared multiple times).
  • Email the local TV station (I’ve appeared on live TV).
  • Email book talk radio shows (I’ve had a Q&A for an hour on live radio).
  • ……..Marketing is hard.

I hope that helps!

N.B. **please do not ask CERN for permission to use the Large Hadron Collider to create black holes that suck out all the errors in your book. You’ll look silly, and you might destroy Earth in the process.

anonymous asked:

well clyde, if you could go hang out with more than one person, who would they be and what would you want to do?

CLYDE: I wish it was as easy to hang out with everybody as it is to list this DREAM TEAM down but I guess it’ll have to do.

CLYDE: First off, there’s Token. He’s the cool part of the DREAMSQUAD™, and thus the foundation of it all. So I drew him first. 

CLYDE: He’s got sunglasses on cause he’s cool and stuff, as stated previously.

CLYDE: Then the HOT part of the group. Again, essential to the rest of the group, but not as important as being cool.

CLYDE: So Bebe. Cause she’s. Yknow.

CLYDE: Hot.

CLYDE: n’stuff.

CLYDE: And UGH I GUESS I gotta add my BEST FRIEND or whatever.

CLYDE: Craig adds smell to the group, so I guess if we come across somebody blind they at least know we’re there?

CLYDE: He’s helpful in that aspect of the group and not in any other way useful whatsoever god I hope he doesn’t read this blog for real I’m gonna get my ass kicked.

CLYDE: Then there’s me. I’m the core, the heart. The emotion, if you will.

CLYDE: Also I’m the hotness too but the rules I made up for this group is that you can only be one thing and I guess I gotta be the super awesome core or whatever :///.

CLYDE: And, I mean. Jimmy. Come on.

CLYDE: You gotta have a good chuckle now and then. Who else better than Jimmy?

CLYDE: Also have you seen his smile? Heart warming. Absolutely stunning. He’s good for that too but mostly jokes.

CLYDE: Tweek’s there too I guess. If Craig’s there he’s probably there too.

CLYDE: He doesn’t really add much to the group other than being really stressed all the time.

CLYDE: I guess he makes some funny faces some times but JIMMY already has the funny factor down so what else is there for Tweek! NOTHING, I say!

CLYDE: It’s just literally everybody I hang out with anyways but with Bebe there too!

CLYDE: What the fuck now I just wanna hang out with them even more!

CLYDE: I just had a slumber party with them, I just can’t seem to get enough of them! In like, a not-gay way, of course!

CLYDE: UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anonymous asked:

Top 5/10 jonaerys fics?

Oh, great question!

I’m not good at reading other people’s work and supporting them the way I like to be supported as a writer and I want to change that. I just don’t have a lot of time for leisure reading AND writing but I will recommend some of my favorites that I have read :) Basically I’m just sorry if anyone gets left off here. I am not current on good new fics. 

1. On The Knees of My Heart by @thefairfleming [What can I say? I don’t know how many times I’ve read this. I love it. As far as I’m concerned it’s perfect. A fic that is fluffy enough to make me tear up and hot enough to hide from my fiance’ lmao.]

2. The White Wolf and the Dragon Queen by Archer94 on AO3. [A classic in our fandom. Super long, super good.]

3. Kisses to Last a Lifetime by @myrish-lace-love [Sweet and sad one-shot. Good stuff.]

4. Roles and Raptures by Gohans_Onna2 on AO3. [Another long one. Still WIP but cool so far!]

5. Breaker of Chains by @danykinkfic [I’m ashamed to admit this because danykinkfic is a friend of mine on here … but I haven’t read the WHOLE thing. I’m a boring, vanilla chick and I like a traditional fluffy romance so at times this fic is a little different than what I am looking for in terms of my own fantasy wish-fulfillment fanfiction haha. BUT if you are into kink and especially femdom, then check it out! Very talented writer.]

6. A Song for Dragons by @doublehex [Another long, saga of a fic. Cool AU concept that is still set in the ASOIAF universe. I like AU’s but not modern ones, so this concept was cool to me.]

7. Girls Just Want to Have Fun by @ellimomo [Like I said above modern AU’s aren’t usually my thing, but elli is great! If you like modern AU’s, check her out for sure.]

8. Eight Times by @blue-roses-in-a-wall-of-ice [Really great one-shot! She writes a lot of Jonerys :)]

9. Waiting for Dawn by jaztice on AO3. [Cute drabbles.]

10. This might be in bad form but I’m going to recommend my own work here haha. My most popular story is What Are You Waiting For? but I’ve written several Jonerys one-shots and have a multi-chapter in the works that I’ll start sharing in the next couple weeks. 

Thanks so much for the ask and I hope you enjoy these!

P.S. This probably won’t show in the tags because of external links so if anyone wants to signal boost this to give our Jonerys fic writers some exposure, that’d be great :)

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'Supergirl' boss teases struggle for humanity in season 3


Kara Danvers no more! In the wake of being forced to effectively banish her boyfriend from Earth in the Supergirl finale, the Girl of Steel (Melissa Benoist) has pushed aside her humanity and dedicated herself to being Supergirl.

The theme of what it means to be human will resonate with everyone, particularly with J’onn (David Harewood) in discovering he’s not the last Green Martian — we’ll meet his father, M’yrnn (Carl Lumbly), this season; with Alex (Chyler Leigh) in finding what she needs to have a full life in her relationship with Maggie (Floriana Lima); and with new villain Reign (Odette Annable), who’s initially clueless as to her origin as a bio-engineered creation of Krypton.

“We’ve never really seen the big bad become the big bad,” executive producer Andrew Kreisberg says. “The journey that Reign takes this season is watching her realize her heritage and see how it manifests.” Considering she’s a Worldkiller, she probably won’t take it well! Read our full interview with Kreisberg below.


ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: Can you talk about how Kara has really pushed aside her humanity this season?
ANDREW KREISBERG: The thing that everybody is struggling with on Supergirlthis season is, what does it mean to be human? And it’s something that Kara is going through, it’s something that J’onn is going through, it’s something that Alex is going through, and it’s also something that Reign is going through, so it’s a really strong emotional through-line that’s affecting both our heroes and our villain. When we pick Kara up, she’s feeling like being Kara Danvers was a mistake, that pretending that she was human, and having human goals, and trying to have a boyfriend, that those are all human things and all it’s done is break her heart. So the one thing that she’s great at is being Supergirl. She just saved the world in the finale last year, and when we pick her up in the premiere, she is kicking ass and taking names. It’s a little bit of a metaphor for any one of us — when our personal lives are going to hell, we throw ourselves into work. But that’s not the Kara that Alex knows, that Lena knows, that James knows, that J’onn knows. The first episode is a little bit of Kara finding her way back to Kara Danvers, not just Kara Zor-El.

What can you tease of the Mon-El story line? And will that tie in at all to the four-way crossover?
I can tease nothing about the Mon-El story line, because how-when-why Mon-El comes back is one of the big mysteries of the season, so I don’t want to give too much away, other than to say that he will be back.

Can you say anything about his particular mindset when we see him again?
I really can’t.

Let’s move on to Reign. What can you tell us about her trajectory this season?
I’m not only competing with myself on Supergirl, but I’m competing with myself on all the other shows that I’ve done, and by that, I mean I don’t want to repeat what I’ve done on Supergirl, nor do I want to repeat what I’ve done on Arrow and Flash, so when we were figuring out Reign, one thing we’ve never really seen on any of these shows is we’ve never seen the big bad become the big bad. Usually on these shows, you either meet the big bad at the end of episode 1 or you meet them at episode 7 or 9, and you realize that they’ve been pulling the strings the whole time and were out there working with their multi-year plan to take down the heroes or destroy the city. When we meet Reign, she’s just a woman. Her name is Samantha Arias and she’s a single mom, and she has no idea that she is Reign. She has no idea that she was the baby in the pod at the end of last season, so the journey that she takes this season is watching her realize her heritage and see how it manifests.

What can you tell us about the Maggie and Alex story line for this season?What’s your goal in expanding or pushing forward this relationship?
With Sanvers?

Yeah, with Sanvers.
Well, unfortunately, Floriana decided to move on, which left us with, how do we write her out as a regular while still honoring these two women who were deeply in love with each other? Taking a page out of some of our own personal dating history, we’ve come up with a story that we really feel like honors what’s come before them, and honors how much they love each other, and how much they mean to each other, and how much they’ve changed each other’s lives. It’s some of the most emotional stuff we’ve ever done, and Floriana has been so good in these first five episodes. Episode 3 is all about Maggie and her dad, played by Carlos Bernard, and it’s some of the most heartbreaking stuff I’ve ever done on anything I’ve ever done. Maggie does not die. I’m sure a lot of people are afraid of that. Maggie will continue to exist in the world and if the opportunity presents itself for her, she’ll come back.

What does Morgan Edge bring to the table that’s different from Maxwell Lord?
Adrian Pasdar is so good. He is so good. We loved Peter [Facinelli] and he’s such a good guy. With Peter, what we were going for was, you’re not quite sure if he’s good and you’re not quite sure if he’s bad. Morgan Edge is just bad, and Adrian is crushing it. Based on episode 1, we’re actually having him for more episodes because we’re so in love with him and his performance. A lot of his scenes are with Katie McGrath and just watching the two of them go toe to toe as titans of industry is really exciting.

How will Lena come more into the fold of the core Supergirl team this season as, presumably, we inch toward her finding out the truth?
Well, again, I don’t want to give too much of this away, because some of this is the surprise, but Lena and Kara’s friendship will continue to grow. There’s a lot of Lena-Kara adventures early on in this season. The most interesting thing about Lena is that she is so good, and so moral, and believes in second chances, but she comes from this family of truly evil people. As people are going to realize over the course of this season, it doesn’t take much to make you bad. That’s what’s always interesting about Lena and any scenes she’s in, or any of the adventures that she and Kara go on: People don’t just turn evil; they do one small bad thing and then that leads to another, and then to another, and so any time you’re watching Lena, you’re always wondering, is this the moment when she does the one small thing?

Anything you can tease on the four-way crossover? Will we get to see more of the Supergirl characters involved?
Yeah, well, it is a true four-way crossover. One of the things that we worked out is a four-hour story, and Kara and Alex are at the center of it through all four hours. One of the things we’ve been doing a lot this season is getting back a little bit to season 1 and really making it Danvers sisters-centric, so a lot of what’s going on this season is Kara and Alex doing things in tandem, and the crossover won’t be any different.

You mentioned each of the characters dealing with their humanity this season. Can you expand on that for J’onn?
Carl Lumbly will be joining as J’onn’s father. First of all, he’s so amazing. J’onn has always felt like an alien. He spent 300 years on Earth and he’s always felt different, and other, and felt people were afraid of him, and has always had to hide who he really was. The irony is he becomes reconnected with his father and his father thinks, “Oh my God, you’ve gone so Earth-man.” So for J’onn, it’s this realization that he’s not quite the alien that he thought he was, and what that means to him, and if we’re reconnecting with his Martian heritage, how important is that to him?

What about for Alex?
For Alex, it’s tied part and parcel with her story with Maggie about what she’s looking for in life, and what she needs, and what she needs to have a full life.

For James or Winn?
For James and Winn, the overall theme isn’t as much going on with them. The four people really dealing with that theme are Kara, Alex, J’onn, and Sam.

Is there anything you can say for James and Winn though for this season?
I am as proud of Supergirl season 1 as anything I have ever done. What we were able to achieve, and the fun, and the scope and spectacle, I am blown away by, but there were some things that we felt got lost along the way. One of the things we really wanted to do was to get back a little bit to the Super Friends — the James, Winn, Kara investigative trifecta. There’s a lot more of Kara, James, and Winn teaming up as Kara, James, and Winn. James delivers a monologue about how he met Superman in episode 4 that’s one of the favorite things I’ve ever read on this show.

Supergirl returns Monday, Oct. 9 at 8 p.m. ET on The CW.

Neverland Pt.2 - Harry Hook x Reader

Originally posted by little-fanstasy

A/N I’ve been pushing off doing Pt.2 to Neverland because of the lack of ideas that I have for Harry and the reader but my inbox is flooded with “Do a part 2 to Neverland” Or “Part 2 to Maybe We Can Be Friends” which is super amazing since I was never planning to make a part 2. But I’ll do for all of you (: However I’m using a different song for a different kind of setting. I don’t know if I’ll make a part 2 of ‘Maybe We Can Be Friends’ but drop a message if you think I should write it. Also if you haven’t read Neverland then I suggest you got check that out. Enjoy xoxo. 

Song (x)  - Love Me Again by Katelyn Tarver

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Best Friend!Wonwoo

Originally posted by soonrongs

- You probably met through a mutual friend because, let’s face it, Wonwoo would be too shy to approach you

- He was extremely shy at first and a little awkward, but super fluffy and adorable so that’s okay

- As he got more comfortable with you, he’d send you jokes throughout the day

- And pictures of stuff that reminded him of you (”Look, this phone case reminded me of you!” or “Look, I was googling pictures of tigers (don’t ask why) and this baby one is you when you’re mad!”)

- His feet are always cold and that means he’s always placing them on you sorry

- You guys are on the same wavelength and even finish each other’s sentences, which really annoys Woozi

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BELATED BIRTHDAY

Bucky X Reader 

Warnings: super long, angst, little self doubt, and fluff

Summary: What happens when the team forgets your birthday? Including your best friend to have a dinner party to meet his new girl. 


A/N: I was super encourage by all the love I got on my last story that I thought I would try again. Thank you all for reading these. This one is super long I let my feelings go and this is what can out of it. 


It’s not like you never told anyone your birthday, it was just a weird thing to bring up in conversation. You would also think a group of ex-assasins and superheroes would remember a little thing like that. So for the past week leading up to it, you had been waiting with bated breath for someone to ask if you had plans for that day. Each day rolled by with nothing, maybe they were going to surprise you. Nobody was acting suspiciously though, no talking that stopped when you walked into the room. Thursday rolled around with nothing and with 2 days till your birthday, you were excited when your best friend Bucky came into the living room. 

“Hey lady, you got plans Saturday night?" 

"No, none what so ever!” You had gotten so excited that you had blurted it out rather quickly. Almost shouting at the man. 

He rocked back at your tone surprised at your eagerness.  

“Awesome we’re all going out to dinner wanted to know if you wanted to join us? Just a little something nothing too formal." 

"Sure, yes I’ll be there" 

He nodded and walked back out. You squealed a little, they were doing something. This was going to be great. You got up and practically sprinted to your room. You had to look nice for your party. You laid out a couple different outfits, finally you set your mind on a (F/C) dress you had been saving. You paired it with some sandals and called it a day. 

Finally Saturday came and you spent the better part of the afternoon getting ready. When you walked out to join your friends. To say some jaws dropped was an understatement. You were known as the queen of casual; never really putting to much effort into how you looked so when you stepped out in you dress all dolled up, the boys didn’t know what to think and the girls were cheesing so hard their faces might have split in half. 

Sam recovered first. Strolling up to you he said "Hey pretty lady, can I take you out to dinner?" 

"Ha, sure you can, as long as you can show this girl a good time." 

"Well then I’m the guy for you.” He held out his arm and you hooked yours through. 

“What’s with the extra effort? You never dress up.” Nat asked curiously. 

“Just wanted to look good for this night.” You say blushing slightly.

Everyone finally headed out except Bucky, he was joining them at the restaurant. They made their way down the street to your favorite little Italian restaurant. Stepping in you’re immediately escorted to a private room for your group. There you see Bucky seated with a blonde bombshell chatting quietly with heads close together. Your heart stutters for a moment, yes Bucky is your best friend but you had always secretly hoped one day it would be more than that. Obviously that wasn’t happening anytime soon because as soon as he noticed you all he started introducing his date. 

“Hey guys this is Gabby.” He starts to introduce each one of you and everyone shacks hands with her. 

When he comes to you he says “This is my best friend, (Y/N). This is Gabby, we’ve been seeing each other for a few weeks.” You’re frozen in your spot staring at this girl. He had never mentioned her but from the smile on his face you can tell it’s pretty serious. You snap out of it and reach your hand out greeting her. Suddenly you get the feeling that tonight had nothing to do with your birthday. 

For the rest of the dinner you sit quietly, not really talking more just sitting and observing the things going on around you. But you always go back to Bucky and Gabby chatting; he had barely glanced your way the whole night and hadn’t even noticed what you were wearing but why would he when there was a gorgeous woman next to him. It had become very apparent, by the time the check was brought that this wasn’t for you but for the girl next to Bucky. Not a single person had remembered your birthday; but it was too late to say anything now. Glancing around you see all the happy faces of your friends, no one looks back at you all focused on their own discussions.

So you excuse yourself from the table, saying you need to use the restroom, but instead of heading there you head straight out the front door. If no one remembered you would celebrate on your own. You walk down the street trying to blink back the tears while shooting Sam a quick text letting him know you weren’t feeling well and you were headed back to the Tower. Stopping by a quaint looking bakery you stop in and grab a cupcake your favorite kind.

You finally back at the Tower, you go straight to the balcony on the top floor. You sit with your legs dangling over the edge and focus in the city spread out in front of you. Taking the cupcake out of its box you begin to sing “Happy Birthday” to yourself, tears start to fall about half way through and your voice cracks then gives out toward the end. You sit quietly and finish your cupcake.

A pair of black stilettos appear in the corner of your vision, you glance up to see Nat. She plops down next to you. 

“You like Bucky don’t you?" 

You kind of stare at her she knows that but not your Birthday? "So? Doesn’t matter he’s with Gabby.” You state your not mad, a little jealous but he can date who he wants. Yeah you wish it was you so bad but who could blame him for picking her over you, a little pudgy vs. drop dead gorgeous. 

“So I think you two would be great together. You are selling yourself short." 

This was perfect; just perfect you were miserable about your missed birthday but now you were adding on Bucky. Each on it’s own you could deal with but together. Well together seemed a little more dismal.

You felt you heart break in half. Maybe this whole thing was a mistake, you weren’t meant to be a part of this team. Heck, it would definitely cause a rift if Bucky ever found out you liked him. A whole bunch of awkwardness there for sure. The rest of the team couldn’t even remember your birthday. You start to think back on all the times you had thrown a tantrum, when you were so tired your sarcasm came out and you said harsh things to the team. Maybe it was better if you left, you couldn’t hurt anyone that way. 

You knew in your head most of the things you were saying were false but it rang so true right now that you couldn’t help but believe it. You focus back on Nat coming to a final decision about everything.

"I know. Call it a coping mechanism or whatever; one learns quickly the way the world works. Him and I, never going to work out. He can never know though. Promise you won’t tell him?!.” You add some finality to your voice to emphize your point to her. 

She merely nodded her head in agreement. Standing up you brushed off your dress and picked up the remains of your cupcake. 

“Now enough of my pity party. It’s time for bed and start a new day tomorrow.” You pull Nat up beside you and walk back in side. Before you part ways she gives you a hard hug. You make your way to your room scrolling through your phone looking for a certain email. Upon finding it you email Fury asking if the position was still open and that you were interested in taking it. Once done you stripped and showered then cuddled into bed to start a new day and a new life tomorrow. 

The next morning you wake up to a message from Fury saying the position was still open and that he would start the process to get your transfer ready. He did say that it might take a week or two to get it done and for you to move. Closing the email you get ready for your day. This changes things you look around your room you would have to start packing but secretively so they didn’t think anything suspicious was going on. You asked FRIDAY for some boxes to be delivered. If asked you could always say you were donating it. 

You head out to grab some food, telling yourself not to annoy anyone while you were there. You were walking on thin ice with the group already no need to leave on an even more negative note. Right before you enter you hear a giggle. Oh, Gabby must have stayed over last night. No need to keep her a secret when the whole team knows now. You make a bee line for the fridge, avoiding making eye contact with anyone. 

“Hey, (Y/N). Good morning”  Bucky calls cheerfully. You raise your hand above the door of the fridge and wave back. “She’s not much of a morning person, tends to be rather grumpy most of the time.” He explains laughing slightly. Though from his tone you can tell he is slightly embarrassed by your behaviour in front of her. Dang you’ve screwed up again, but it would be over they wouldn’t have to deal with you soon enough.

You exit the room but pause when Gabby asks “What does she do? Like her role on the team?”  

There’s a moment of silence you can’t tell what their faces look like whether it is shocked or confused; but the answer that follows tells it all. 

“She’s like a jack of all trades,” Tony answers hesitantly “she…. how do I explain this? She does what we need her to. She isn’t great at any one thing." 

Your breathing stops, that’s what they thought. You could hear grunts of agreement. You feel tears start to build again. No not again, she wouldn’t start crying again. You raced off just after hearing Steve say, "Yeah that’s what she is jack of all trades, master of none." 

What you didn’t hear was Bucky saying "But she’s the glue that holds us all together, the one that will become anything you need her to be. In a way she’s the perfect friend, the perfect Avenger in a way." 


ONE WEEK LATER  


You had avoided everyone as much as you could the past week. Didn’t want to get in their way or piss them off if you could help it. No one seemed to miss you anyway. There was no one checking up or asking for you. So when Fury came by to confirm your transfer and ask some questions you were out doing other things. 

"Where is (Y/N)? I need her to finish this paperwork.” Fury stated to the group. 

“She’s out, I don’t think she won’t be back till later. Why? What kind of paperwork? Maybe we can help.” Nat strolls over to him glancing at the papers. 

“I need some basic information from her like her birthday, social, and a couple more things. Though now that I think of it I could just ask FRIDAY. Pull up all general info on (Y/N) (Y/L/N) for me including social and forwarding address if available." 

It popped up on the TV screen and Sam blurted out "Wait forwarding address, where is she going?” Starting to panic. 

“She is taking a position in England that we offered her a while ago she will be in charge of train agents in the European offices; getting them in first rate condition. She declined at first but changed her mind last week; she let me know she wanted to take it." 

 They all shake their heads there was no way you would do this not without telling them. Bucky is the first to jump up furious at what he was just told. 

"What do you mean, transfer, she belong here with us. No way is she leaving.”  He is shaking with how upset he is. 

Fury really isn’t paying attention to the upset heroes instead he is filling in your information on the sheet he has. “Oh look at that she’s a year older, that will get confusing I’ve always hated right after a birthday you have to remember that someone’s older than they were. But I guess that’s how it works. I need to get her something maybe one of you could pick it out for me? I bet Tony here threw a wonderful party for her birthday? Huh." 

Again the team freezes, "Wait her birthday passed? When?” Steve asks  confused as to how any of them could have missed it.

“(Y/B/D) it was on a Saturday this year perfect time to do something.” He jokes but looking at their faces knows something is very wrong. “You forgot?! All of you Earth’s Mightiest Heroes forgot a team members birthday! What did you do?" 

Sam answers hesitantly "We meat Bucky’s new girl that night. Thats why she had gotten all dressed up. Not to meet Gabby just her birthday.” He smacks his forehead with his palm. 

“She probably thought that we were going to celebrate her birthday. She didn’t do it for Bucky, she did it for herself.” Nat says. 

Bucky blinks “What do you mean for Me? Why would she do something like that for me?" 

Tony signs "Obviously because she likes you. Not that you noticed you were too wrapped up in Miss Prissy to notice how decked out she was." 

Unbeknownst to the team you were traveling up the elevator and the door opened to the living room just as Bucky was saying ”(Y/N) likes me?“

You froze, he wasn’t supposed to know, he was never to find out. All eyes turned to the elevator as it dinged above you. Your eyes shoot to Nat asking for an explanation. She merely shook her head indicating it wasn’t her that had told him. You don’t want to know the look on Bucky’s face whether it was pity or disappointment. Instead you shift it to Fury, walking up to him and grabbing the papers. 

"I’m assuming you just need a signature and then I’m all ready to go, Yes?” You quickly take the papers and sign them finalizing the deal. You hand everything back to Fury while still ignoring the group that stared at you. 

“Thank you. I’ll get this all taken care of. Oh by the way Happy Birthday. I hope you had a wonderful day." 

"I did thank you so much.” You smile slightly at him. Walking up you kiss his cheek. Now if jaws could drop even further they would because this group’s would all be on the floor by now. Never before had they seen some one kiss Fury let alone get close enough without being stopped. You turn around and head for the staircase towards your room, Fury calls out “Don’t need to lie to me, sweetheart." 

You turn back to face him a sad but knowing smile on your face. "It was a good day, I got to spend the day relaxing and then went to dinner with my family. We had a good time I got to meet someone dear to my friend we are laughed and talked. No my life wasn’t celebrated and there was no cake, but I got myself the best cupcake a girl could ask for then celebrated on the balcony over looking the city. Did all my dreams come true? No. Did i get the guy? Never going to happen. Am I happy for him? Of course he deserves the best in the world, even when its not me. I still got to celebrate even if it was just me. But sometimes the only person needed to have a celebration is yourself.” You turn back around and continue on your way to your room. 

Fury glances back to the group. They now had somber looks, “You all really screwed up this time,  your going to lose her because you couldn’t see something that was right in front of you. Even worse I’m losing her. You all best make it right. That’s my girl, and I will make your life miserable if she moves. I’m going to go lose these for a while, you best have it fixed before I find it again, you hear?" 

"Yes, Sir!” Comes the unanimous and frightened reply. 

“Heroes my foot, trying to drive my favorite away. Always screwing around with my plans and my people.” Hes muttering as he exits the room into the elevator. 

They end up looking at each other no one quite knowing what to do. They had messed up before but all this seemed to pale in comparison. They had driven away one of their own. Wanda was the one to speak up first. 

“Bucky, how do you feel about her? I mean really? I’m not saying that what you feel for Gabby is fake but there has always been a.deep connection between the two of you something that not even some married couples achieve. I’m also not going to force you to chose her either if Gabby makes you happy go for it. She is a sweet girl. Please though give it some thought." 

Bucky’s forehead wrinkled thinking through all the thing you had done for him from calming him down from his nightmares, to just sitting in silence on the couch after a long mission neither of you saying anything you just letting him rest his head against your thigh as you ran you fingers through his hair. He thought of the times you made him laugh at some dumb thing you did. He also remembered the way you interacted with everyone.

Each remembers everything you had done and what stood out the most. You made yourself tailored fit to each person. With Bruce you would make a nice cup of tea before snuggling in With a good book. Asking every once in awhile how it was. You were the steadiness that he craved. For Tony you would fiddle around in his lab handing him tools as he needed them and having late night dance off parties when the guilt and shame of the past prevented him from sleeping. 

Nat was a little difficult since you tended to have opposite tastes but there you were training with her, learning to fight but also to dance. You were never going to be a Ballerina but you liked to think that Nat could see that all that she had learned wasn’t bad she could use it to help others. Of course with Clint it was nothing but fun and games pranking all that you could find and running away giggling. When Thor was around you would traverse this Midgar and explore the wierd traditions, you humans had, Thor’s words, even if it was simply grocery shopping. At this point Wanda and Vision were a package deal one was hardly away from the other. With them you spent your days cooking and coming up with  new recipes. But also trying to out smart Vision the best you could. 

Sam was your go to buddy, watching movies, playing video games, or even just chatting about how life was going. Hanging with Steve was always interesting, you had appointed yourself list completer. You did just about everything on the list with Steve and if you couldn’t you set it up for him, the where, when, and even sometimes the who. 

Bucky though, it was everything, everyday he could think of a memory with you. A rock was how he would describe you; a constant person that whenever he needed something you were there to provide. Your random adventures out into the world with no real destination in mind. Now just the thought that he wouldn’t see you for even more then one day was terrifying. He pulls himself from his thoughts to see the group looking at him. 

"I can’t lose her. I don’t know what I would do without her.” His voice is trembling over cone with fear of what may happen. 

“Then you need to go talk to her, after we need to talk to her, so get her down here. We need to apologize and make her see that she is beyond needed here.” Wanda is firm, making it clear that failure is not an option. 

Bucky nods and begins his way up the stairs, towards your room. When he reaches the door he raises his hand to knock but hesitates, he doesn’t know what to say, how is he going to get you to stay after everything the group has put you through. You could leave, you had every right, they had taken so much from you never giving anything in return always just expecting more. No, not now he would give you anything you wanted. You were going to stay right here, with him. He knocked, this time determined to make you see where you truly belonged. 

The door cracked open, revealing tears traveling down your face and a pair of eyes revealing a shattered heart. You stare at him for a moment taking him in. You turn away leaving the door open knowing that he isn’t going to leave even if you wanted him to. He came into a room of boxes and thing scattered about. His hear restricted again it was real you were leaving. 

“You can’t go.” He blurted almost shouting it.  

You turn towards him. “Why not?" 

You’re tired, exhausted really you had cried yourself to sleep to many times this week. Ready to put the whole thing behind you and move on. So when you spoke it was devoid of emotion. This scared Bucky even more, you had never spoken to him or anyone else this way. 

"I…we need you here. No I need you here. You help keep us all together.”

“Funny thing about Jack of All Trades, yeah we maybe good at almost anything we do; we are also very replaceable. You’ll find someone else just as good or even better. You think you need me now but just wait couple of weeks you’ll forget i was even here." 

"No we won’t. You are much more than that to us. None of could really function without you here. Who do you thinks keeps all the evil from crushing us. You see us as more than just superheroes. Please don’t go." 

You sign and continue to pack things into the boxes. Fear takes over Bucky as he watches to the point where he walks and tips the box spilling it’s contents on to the ground. 

"What are you doing!!!” You scream at him. 

“I’m not letting you go. I … I need you here with me. Not anyone else just me. I’m going to unpack everything you do so stop right now." 

"You’re making a mess that’s what you’re doing. You stop.” Exasperated at this fool. You had just finished packing those; but he continues to dump out your boxes. “Knock it off.” He keeps going. He has about two boxes left before he has effectively unpacked everything you have done. “Alright let’s talk, just stop trashing my room." 

He freezes mid tip, a smile grows on his face. He puts the box right side up. You plop down on your bed and pat the space next to you. He sets himself down and angles himself so he is facing you. 

"Why should I stay, and don’t just say cause you need me?" 

"I do need you, but the others need you as well. I didn’t realize how vital you are to me until you were walking away from me. You keep the nightmares at bay. You make me get up in the morning afterward even when I feel like the weight of everything I’ve done will crush me. No one else does that for me." 

"Wha..  what about Gabby, she makes you happy? I’ve never seen you smile like that not even when we are together." 

"That’s because it’s not that real. You aren’t paying enough attention to me when we are together. I can’t not smile when we are together. Gabby is sweet but half the time I feel I have to hide part of myself so that I don’t scare her. She’s sweet and caring but she is not you. I know you would go to the ends of the earth for me and kick anyone’s butt that even insinuates that I’m not meant to be here. I don’t get that from you." 

Staring at him now, you can see how much he means with what he is saying. Why had he never said this before. Why Now? 

"I know you think that I might just be saying this because I don’t want you to leave” you not you head, “but I mean it. It’s cliche but I almost list you and I realize that I do care for you. I.. I love you, I can’t live without you. I can see a life without Gabby but without you I can’t even wrap my head around it." 

He pauses looking at your face to see your reaction. Hoping that it is positive but scared that it’s too late for all this. You sit for a moment taking everything he has just said. 

"I… Why couldn’t you say this earlier. I just signed my transfer. It’s official now. I love you too but.." 

"Well Fury may have chewed us out and "lost” your paper work till we made this right with you.“ 

You can’t help it now you let out a laugh, Bucky can’t help but smile at the sound he missed it and even more he didn’t want to lose it again. He tackled you to the bed, wrapping his body around. You wiggled trying to escape while laughing some more. He then begins to poke you in your side, causing you to laugh even harder. 

"Stop, please I’m staying I’m staying I promise.” You’re trying to catch your breath while wiping tears away from your face. You snuggle deeper into him, enjoying the warmth and the pleasantness of the embrace. You stay like that for a while just reveling in each other. 

“Good,” he likes where you are at, right here in his arms, “we do need to move sometime. I have been tasked with bringing  you downstairs so the others can talk to you. They feel bad for missing your birthday. I feel really bad, I’m your best friend and I couldn’t even remember something that important. Give me a day and I’ll make it up to you, anything you want I’ll do it. It’s your day." 

You merely nod, then unravel from him before standing up to head downstairs. He grips the side of your face taking his thumbs and wipes the remaining tears from your eyes. He kisses your forehead before releasing you to go. You take a deep breath and head out, Bucky lingers pulling out his phone to make things right. 

You head down the stairs to living room, you go to grab Bucky’s hand for support to find him missing. Looking back around and continue down taking deep breathes. Looking into the living room you see that they are running around setting up balloons and streamers. Tony was trying to dictate where everything went and how everything looked. Wanda and Vision, were of course baking in the kitchen they were assembling the cake decorating it as best they could.

Everyone is so busy they don’t notice you on the stairs. You sit down and continue watching them, wondering how you ever thought you could leave these people. Tony pulls up the security video from the day that Gabby asked what you do. You watch them defend you and what you do, no one had a single thing wrong with you. 

You feel the tears gather again, you feel Bucky come up behind you wrapping his arms around you from the step above. All of a sudden the cake starts to tip over and a cry rings out from Wanda which causes Clint to startle on the ladder sending streamers falling and balloons to start popping. You smack a hand over your mouth to stop from laughing. It doesn’t last long as Tony starts running around before slipping on some decoration boxes he falls on his butt. The cake finally tips and falls across the counter. And Steve stares at everything happening. You can’t help it you busy out laughing bending over in half with a stitch growing in your side. You can feel Bucky behind you cracking up as well. 

 
They all look over see you collapsed on the stairs laughing. One by one they start laughing, each caught up in the moment. They all tapperoff when they hear a ding from the elevator. Fury steps out and looks around. 

"I don’t need these correct?” He hold up your papers. All eyes shoot to you. 

“No sir you don’t. Their stuck with me now.” You shake your head as cheers go up. 

Bucky leans in to whisper in your ear “I broke it off with Gabby, I’m all yours.” You shoot a look back at him just to confirm what he said, “Till the end of the line.”  You go back to looking at your friends as they stumble back up. This was the best birthday you could have asked for. 

“Happy Birthday (Y/N)!" 

everyone will tell you junior year is going to be rough and no matter whether you were a slacker or on top of all your classes during the last two years, junior year will be faster and there will be more work to do.  This is a list of things to do and not to do during junior year

  • do NOT slack off on readings in AP classes oriented around textbooks.  your teachers want you to read for a reason.  If you understand a concept fully then skim but if you’re struggling its like that your textbook can help you out a lot.
  • DO ask questions - believe me there are tons of other kids who want to ask the same question as you during class and if no one ends up asking it how will any of you know the answer?  Ask the question - it helps - don’t be scared about being judged because everyone is at school to LEARN
  • DO take a break every now and then - if you work super hard throughout the week leave Friday evening to yourself.  Read a book, take a walk, exercise, hang out with friends just do whatever makes you happy
  • PRACTICE PRACTICE PRACTICE - I cannot stress how important this is for all your classes.  Doing practice FRQ’s or MC or just math problems periodically before a test can be RIDICULOUSLY helpful
  • do NOT procrastinate - this will lead to falling behind which makes it very hard to catch up especially in junior year
  •  DO keep the things in your life that make you happy - don’t feel obliged to keep things out of guilt - if it isn’t working out anymore just slowly distance yourself
  • DO read!! Reading is so important + broadens your writing abilities + increases reading speed and comprehension for standardized tests
  • DO get into the habit of drinking teas instead of coffees - they’re so much better for you!!
  • DO stay healthy - this is so important and I mean staying healthy in all ways.  Eat well, sleep enough and drink plenty of water!!
  • DO know that it’s not a competition - there will always be someone one step ahead of you and that’s okay.  The only person you should compare yourself to is yourself.
  • DO create smart goals and use them as inspiration to push yourself to do the best you possibly can
  • do NOT let one bad grade frustrate you or demotivate you - school is a learning process.  Realize your mistakes, pick yourself up and do better next time.
  • DO realize when you’re overworking yourself - we are not superheroes.  we’d like to be able to work for 15 hours straight but that is slightly impractical for some of us and that’s not a bad thing.  take breaks when you need to - you know yourself better than anyone else

If you found these tips helpful let me know and I’ll make a part 2!!

Hello, friends! I present to you, 25 DAYS OF BOOKLR


Inspired by this post, I wanted to make something that we could all do to close out the year/celebrate the holidays. And because everyone else seems super on board, I went and made it a thing! The big idea is you give a book recommendation every day until December 25th.

First thing’s first, I want this to be a no-pressure event, which is why there are different OPTIONS for how to participate! Of course, with all of these, the format in which you participate is also totally up to you. You can make text posts, edits, moodboards, take pictures, write a poem, upload an audio, make a video, whatever tumblr allows you to post. Just use the tags #25DOB #25shadowtearlingDOB so we can all see each other’s posts! :)

Option One: Do whatever the heck you want. Recommend whatever books you choose in however way you see fit. 

Option Two: There is a lovely person (@thereadingchallengechallenge) who created Recsmas with prompts you can follow. (link here)

Option Three: Count down with your Top 25 reads of the year! 

Option Four: Do it superlative style! (Prompts under the cut)

You don’t have to specify which option you want to do or if you’re doing multiple at once as long as you participate! (You also don’t have to participate the whole time. It’s okay if you’re busy or you just don’t want to!)

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Author Fic Rec: PhD-Mama

If you haven’t yet, do yourself a favor and read the lovely @phd-mama​ ‘s fics. She is a must-read for me. The thing I like most about her stories is that beneath any of the angst or miscommunication or fights there’s a maturity to her characters. You can always tell they respect each other, and at the end of the day, love each other deeply and treat each other accordingly. That doesn’t mean one or both of them doesn’t screw up, but there’s always a believable and satisfying reasoning behind their struggles and their dynamic. Here are a couple of my favorites:

If I Had Three Wishes (They’d All Be For You) (60K)

Why I like it:  This is probably my favorite of hers. It gave me all the butterflies, I said in my comment. And it did. Harry’s had a super conservative upbringing and his parents kick him out when they find out he’s gay. He ends up in Provincetown, Ma. (which becomes essentially a character in the story) in this beautiful, welcoming haven of new friends and experiences. Louis is a drag queen who works the bar on the side and it’s all very sweet and lovely and watching Harry blossom is a beautiful thing. And the way they dance around each other, the little bit of jealousy, the fishing for where the other stands on the attraction thing. I curled up and read this in a night.

Beautiful Line:  Harry knows Louis doesn’t want the words, doesn’t want how he feels, but it’s so big and full inside of him, it fills him all the way up until it feels like it’s spilling over, and he’s never had a crush like this before, and that’s all it can be, a crush. … That’s why, inked into his skin is everything he can’t say, everything he feels that he knows Louis doesn’t want, in the form of a small tattoo directly over his heart.

Cool things: The setting! The little family they all form. LaLaLou :) The songs. I’m a sucker for a little jealously so… Harry internship! 

Feels Like Coming Home (60K)

Why I like it: I am not a break-up fic reader whatsoever. And I actually had to ask her if I should read this. But everyone loved it, so I finally decided to give it a try. And thank god! It’s the break-up fic for people who don’t like break up fics and it’s definitely a very very close second for my favorites of hers. The emotional maturity in which the entire plot is handled is amazing, lovely, special. “It’s a story about love and the power of forgiveness” is the tagline, and let me tell you, it really is. It’s an absolutely stunning emotional journey and the beauty of it is worth the pain you’ll endure on the way. It treats your heart gently even as it’s bruising it.

Beautiful line: How can you restore something that’s been shattered? There’s no gold here, he thinks in despair, only broken glass.

Cool things: Kintsugi. The flashbacks. Again, the setting! The windchime, sigh. 

It’s a Better Place (Since You Came Along) (52K)

Why I like it: I only just recently found this one, but I bumped it up into my favorites the minute I finished. Harry and Niall go on a cruise and meet Louis and Ziam and they all become fast friends. There’s a very cool and unique magic aspect to it, as well, that adds to the complexities of their interpersonal dynamics in an interesting way. The side pairing romance (which semi-spoiler goes beyond Ziam) is amazing. Niall and Harry’s friendship is an absolute joy. And it’s also just … funny? I was definitely laughing out loud at multiple parts. There’s also an underlying mystery-plot that keeps the plot moving. This was is just really fun.

Beautiful line: “We made that,” Harry whispers, mesmerized by the display that is only now starting to fade. “That’s us.”

Cool things: Niall. Just. Niall is fantastic in this. And his friendship with Harry. Like, read it for that alone. The magic! Louis’ past. The little mix ladies! pink hair and phallic shaped water displays. The ending. 

On the Go (3K)

Why I like it: Okay, it’s a shortie, but I HAD to include this one. It’s hilarious. read it read it read it!

Great line: “Manscaping, you bloom ‘em, we groom ‘em. How can I help you?”

Sirius Dating a Shy Reader Would Be Like...

Requested by Anon~ 

Requests are open! Request away!

Originally posted by nellaey


  • When Sirius first talked to you, he was upset that you didn’t respond at first.
  • Then he learned that you were super shy.

  • He thinks you’re the most adorable thing ever.

  • Him being into major PDA, which you feel nervous about.

  • Sneaking in fast cheek kisses when no one is looking.

  • Being polar opposites in social situations.

  • Him spending rainy days with you.

  • The Mauraders hardcore shipping you and Sirius together. 

  • You loving to hear about Sirius’s wild days.

  • H A N D  H O L D I N G

  • Reading by the fire.

  • You being nervous to meet the rest of the Mauraders.

  • But they end up loving you and you become great friends with all of them.

  • Him thinking it’s cute when you blush.

  • Honestly, you two are the cutest couple.


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Tag List~@imboredsueme @prob8850 @meganegirl19 @lolqueenfoot

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super secret more like super adorable I nearly died reading this I want to cry

things I love about ragnarok 245:

the way loki says ‘you’re Valkyrie’ and you can tell he fantasised about them as a teenager

Originally posted by hard-on-for-hiddleston

Headcannon:

thor and loki had posters of them on their walls. Sif was their friend because she wanted to be one and they were super determined to help her as they couldn’t get in (no matter that they were princes and so wouldn’t be able to anyway)

one day loki was reading up about them and found out they had been 'disbanded’ and they were all devastated. thor injured some little shit for teasing sif for crying.

that kid was fandral.

Surprise - Colton Parayko

Originally posted by phillymyers

Notes: hi hi! So, this is gonna be the last smut for a bit, just because I have so many so close together I want people who don’t like reading smut to be happy too. So please enjoy!! but this is super dirty so I wouldn’t suggest reading it unless you like that.

Warning: Smutty as hell, kinky as hell

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

Up Next: Auston Matthews

Teaser: “I’m into a lot of stuff, I guess.”

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Fan Reality (Seth Rollins x Reader) Chapter 1

AN: This came to me out of nowhere. I’ve never seen anybody write about something like this before, so tada!

Summary

Seth Rollins falls for a writer of a dirty WWE fan fiction blog.


“So, have you guys ever read any fanfiction?” Sami asked his friends Finn and Seth.

Seth and Sami gave each other confused looks.

“What the hell are you talking about, Zayn?” Seth asked, curiosity slightly peaked.

“You know fanfiction. They’re these things that fans write about us. My cousin sent me a link to one and I almost passed out.”

This caused Finn and Seth to laugh.

“Why?” Finn asked in his thick, Irish accent, “What’s wrong with em?”

“Here, come take a look.” Sami motioned his friends over to his side of the table they were currently sitting at in catering. He turned the laptop toward them, patiently waiting for them to read the writing sent to him.

Before Finn could make it half way through he moved away from the screen, face screwed into a look of disgust.

“I think I could’ve went my whole life without reading about someone giving you a blowjob, Sami.”

The guys laughed at Finn’s words. 

“Who comes up with this shit?” Rollins asked, still curious about what it was he was he currently reading.

Sami shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t even know, man. Some super horny fans I guess.”

“More like delusional fans. Sami over here still probably believes in Santa Clause. If he attempted to do half of the crap in this thing, he’d be afraid of being put on the naughty list.”

Finn laughed loudly at this jab from Seth, which earned him an elbow to the gut by Sami.

“Screw you, Rollins. Even though I’m not exactly like the guy depicted in this thing, none of my lady friends have complained about my skills in the bedroom.”

“Again, not a discussion I want to be having.” Finn groaned out, stuck between Seth and Sami.


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Reading Sami’s fanfiction stirred something in Seth. He wanted to see if fans ever wrote about him in such a sexually explicit way. This curiosity is what led him to pick his phone up from the nightstand next to his bed, and type in the words Seth Rollins Fanfiction. 

The number of results was pretty shocking for Seth. Most of the descriptions were stories about him and a female character. There was some of him with another male wrestler, particularly Dean or Roman. Seth made sure to stay clear of those. Even though he was close with Ambrose and Reigns, he didn’t want to read about being in a sexual relationship with either of them.

There was this one result that caught his eye, though. The name of the website was Wrestling Entertainment Erotica

Wow, there’s a whole website dedicated to this shit? Seth thought to himself. Nonetheless, he clicked on the link. The website was nothing too fancy. The background was black, and the website name was typed in big pink, curly letters on the top of the page. It was set up like a blog, with updates written on the homepage about upcoming stories or newly posted ones, etc. There were categories on the left side of the page. Seth clicked on this, and it led him to options that included wrestling brand, wrestler name, and gender. He just went to wrestler name and chose his.

There was at least 50 stories that popped up for him. He proceeded to look for the ones with the highest views. The highest one he saw was over 20,000 views. He was surprised to see that so many people would be interested to read a sexual piece of work about himself. He clicked on it and saw that the author of the piece was addressing the readers before the actual story began. It read:

Hey beautiful people, (y/n) here. Thank you for visiting my blog and taking the time to read my story. This bad boy came to me when I saw those smexy photos of Seth surfacing across the web ;p Hope you guys enjoy reading this one because I really enjoyed writing it.

Seth cringed at the reference to his nudes. He thinks to himself that he’ll never be able to live that down. He was surprised when he learned that only one person was doing the writing for this site, due to the vast number of stories it seemed to have on there. This chick must have no life He thinks to himself as he reads the story. 

The story was absolutely filthy. This made what Sami showed him look like kids play. He’s pretty sure he’s seen porn that wasn’t this explicit. Although it freaked him out that this woman (He hoped it was a woman and not some kid) had written something so dirty about him and some random chick, he couldn’t deny that the author was very talented. The way she described the sex was incredible. He felt as if he was really having sex with the woman who was in the story. He hated to admit it to himself, but he was getting turned on by the words in front of him. By the time he finished the story, his cock was rock hard, making his pants feel uncomfortable.

Seth was very curious about who she was, and how she could make him so horny with nothing but words typed onto the screen of his phone. He went to the homepage and saw a link titled Author Info. He clicked on it and read a brief description about the author. Bellow that were links to her social media pages. Seth decided to check out her Instagram, dying to see what she looked like.

Seth didn’t know what type of girl he’d be seeing, but he was pleasantly surprised at the girl that popped up on the screen. She was pretty. Really pretty, actually. If Seth were to see her randomly on the street, he wouldn’t think that she would be running a smut site.

Seth continued to scroll through the girl’s Instagram. He had a hard time connecting the girl he was looking at to the person who wrote the piece that hardened his cock a few minutes ago. This girl looked innocent. She smiled goofily in her pictures. Her big, (y/e/c) eyes held a child like mischief in them and there were no racy photos of her present. Seth wondered how could someone who looked so naive write something so explicit?

He found the contrast between the girl on the blog and the girl in the pictures disturbing. It didn’t make sense to him why someone who looked like that would write the shit he was reading. This woman, (y/n), was an anomaly to him, a puzzle that he so desperately wanted to figure out.

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Seth became obsessed with this mystery woman, (y/n), and her blog. Almost everyday he would check her blog or her social media.

He learned a lot of things about (y/n). For example, she is an aspiring author with a Masters in English Lit., she is a huge wrestling fan, and she seemed to big on family. Her Instagram was filled with pictures of her with her parents, older brother, and little niece. She seemed really close with her niece. It was easy to see that the girl looked up to her. It warmed Seth’s heart to see how good she was with the child. He always admired women who know how to deal with kids.

Her twitter, on the other hand, was dedicated to wrestling. She would tweet about her opinions of Raw or Smackdown often. This was how he found out Finn Balor was her favorite wrestler. Bastard he thought to himself about Finn. He wondered what she saw in him. Yeah, Finn’s OK looking and he has some nice abs, but he wasn’t Seth Freaking Rollins. Seth quickly shook himself from such thoughts. Why should he care who her favorite wrestler is? Seth knew that she liked him, but he couldn’t help but be annoyed at the fact that he wasn’t her number one.

The fact that he cared what this women thought about him pissed Seth off. He didn’t even really know her! This was just some chick who gets off on writing about wrestlers fucking.

This was how most of his (y/n) sessions ended. He would get angry anytime he would find himself looking for her approval. He hated the fact that this woman had such control over him without ever even meeting him, or really even knowing him.

But, there were also times when this woman elicited very different emotions from Seth.

Times when Seth would be laying in his bed, eyes closed, touching, tugging on his cock while imagining his self in various scenarios with (y/n).

He would imagine what she would be like in the bedroom. Seemingly innocent eyes watching him as she slowly opened her legs, begging him to fuck her. Pussy dripping and clenching, just asking for his cock. Begging him to make her his. And in his mind, he would. He would fuck her so good, so deep, just the she wanted to be.

Although Seth hated how much he cared about (y/n)’s opinion of him, he loved how good she could make him feel, and he was desperate to find out how good she could make him feel face-to-face.

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Seth had been going on like this for 5 months now. He was disgusted with his recent behavior and told no one about his obsession with the erotic writer.

He tried to take his mind off of her by going out and sleeping with other women. Although the sex was sometimes good, he could never get as turned on by those women the way (y/n) turned him on. This frustrated the hell out of Seth.

“Shit!” Seth cursed, hand wrapped around his cock, tugging and pulling. He was currently in the shower, jerking off. He found himself doing this more and more as his obsession with (y/n) grew stronger. He was imaging him and her in the shower fucking. She wrote something like this before on her blog. Behind his eyelids, he saw her there with him on her knees with his cock in her mouth. She was sucking on his dick like it was the best thing she ever tasted. Looking up at him with those innocent, (y/e/c) eyes, promising nothing but wicked delights.

She was sucking him so fucking good in his mind. He was stroking his cock faster now, cock growing impossibly hard, stiff and leaking in his hand. All he wanted was to cum on her face and all over her chest. He wanted to watch her lick it up greedily, and beg him to cum again, but this time in her soaked pussy

“Fuck!” He yelled out, coming all over his hand and stomach. Anytime he masturbated while thinking of her, he would cum hard. This was the only way he could be sexually sated now. And even then he wasn’t really sated. He knew deep down he wanted this woman and until he had her he didn’t think he ever would be.

As Seth finished cleaning himself and got out of the shower, he grabbed his phone and started pacing his room. I can’t keep going on like this Seth thought to himself. He knew that she was going to be at an upcoming WWE Live Event. She was talking about it on her Twitter recently. He stopped walking and sat down on his bed.

“OK, let’s do this.” He told himself aloud. Seth entered the Twitter app and went to her profile. He decided he was going to message her.

He stared at the screen for the longest. What the hell was he supposed to say “Hi, I’m Seth Rollins and I like to jerk off while thinking of you. Would you like for us to get to know each other?”

“Man what the fuck do I say?” Seth muttered to himself. Eventually, he came up with something appropriate to say. He hoped this worked.

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AN: I just wanted to add that the next chapter will include more of the reader and things from more of her perspective. Let me know what y'all think of the story and thanks for taking the time to read ❤
Good Enthusiasm

Prompt: Hal’s SO becoming good friends with Bruce, maybe they like the same things Bruce does (same favourite books? or sth else) and they bond over that, or maybe they’re an engineer and they end up frequently helping Bruce in that area, and Hal is super annoyed by it because “dammit I introduced you to the whole league and now you’re friends with him??? out of everyone in the league!”

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“Is it because of Twilight?”

          It takes everything you have to not burst out laughing. “I never read Twilight, Hal, not my kind of story, to be honest.”

          He scowls. “Then why? Why in the world do you hang out with Spooky?”

          You grin. “We enjoy a lot of the same movies and books, and Twilight is not included in either of those categories.”

          His head falls to the table with thunk, before he turns his head to speak. “He’s a billionaire playboy, who dresses up like a bat to fight crime. He’s crazy Y/N, and you’re treating him like a puppy.”

          You leave your alfredo sauce to simmer so that you can drape yourself over Hal’s back. You wrap your arms around his neck, and kiss his cheek. “It’s Bruce’s way of dealing with the loss of his parents. If I remember correctly, you were a womanizing, test pilot with a death wish when I met you, and now you have a glowing ring that gives you powers.” You kiss his cheek again. “Some people would call that a little crazy.” And then you return to making dinner.

          He bolts upright and his voice rises a bit, “I was bestowed with this ring. I was trained! I’m an intergalactic cop! I’m legit! He’s a vigilante.”

          You take a deep breath. “Hal, Bruce Wayne is my friend. And you are my husband. Trust me when I say that you are first on my list of people I love.”

          He smiles at that before pushing back and asking, “Well, it’s nice to hear that every once in awhile. What can I do to help with dinner?”

          You smirk. “Dinner is done. You can handle clean up.”

          He grimaces. “But I hate when the slimy left over food touches my hand in the sink. It’s gross.”

          You just shrug and say, “Okay, then I’ll call Bruce. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind helping.”

          Hal just stares at you for a moment before saying, “I can do anything Spooky can do, and I do it better! Where are those ugly yellow gloves?”

          You grin and say, “Clean up comes after dinner sweetheart, but good enthusiasm. You’re still at the top of the list.”

Medusa | Part 3 | Draco Malfoy x Reader x Blaise Zabini

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader x Blaise Zabini

Requested: Kinda, Im mashing a ton of requests in one so look out for your requests throughout this series.

Requests: Open!

Part 3 of at least 5 

                Part 1 Part 2

Summary: You’ve fallen in love with your best friend, Draco Malfoy, who has just started dating Pansy Parkinson. After your date with Blaise Zabini, you find that not only are there butterflies in your stomach everytime you’re with him, but that Draco seems to have turned on you. Fluffy an ANGSTY

Warnings: swearing

Words: 3708

A/n: Mehhhh I dont know if I like this. i was super excited about this series but I dont know if it’s going where I want it to. Anyways, the one thing I am super happy about it the little angry speech the reader gives at the end, I had thought about it and perfected for days before I finally typed it up. Thank you for reading. Reblogs and Feedback are always greatly appreciated. 


“Hey Medusa!” You woke to Pansy screech at you.

             You groaned, pulling the blanket over your head. You knew you still had a couple hours before the time you said that you’d meet Blaise. “What do you want, Parkinson?”

             “You’re Draco’s best friend, which outfit do you think he’d like better?” She held motioned to the clothes lying on her bed. You were amused by the amount of stress she had put on the word ‘friend’, and it made you wonder how threatened by you she was. Taking the covers off, you sat up, eyeing the clothes. They were both hideous, in your opinion. For someone with as much money as her family had you’d think she’d have a better fashion sense.

             “The one on the left.” While you didn’t consider yourself to be a petty person, you did admit you had picked the uglier out of the two. Figuring that you were now awake, you might as well get up. You took your time getting ready, making yourself up and picking out a nice outfit. You, unlike Pansy, knew how to dress yourself effectively.

             As you walked outside to where you were supposed to meet Blaise, you spotted Draco and Pansy who were also walking toward the entrance to Hogsmeade. Draco let out a low whistle when he saw you.

             “I always forget how nice you clean up, Y/N,” He smirked, and you heard Pansy let out a frustrated huff.

             “I don’t know how you forget considering you’ve been my partner to every ball since we were toddlers.” You monotone, but your heart flutters at his compliment.

             “Let’s go, Dracey!” Parkinson whines and you raise your eyebrow slightly at Draco, asking an unspoken question of how in the hell do you put up with that.

             He just shakes his head before giving into his girlfriend’s whims, walking away with her. Waiting for Blaise, you leaned against a tree and surveyed your surroundings. The leaves were changing color, much to your delight, covering the landscape in different shades of orange and red.

             “I hope you weren’t waiting long.” Blaise’s voice is soft as he steps into your vision, eyeing you carefully, “You look nice.”

             “Thank you, as do you.” You can tell he dressed up as well, picking more formal casual clothes. It was sweet, you thought, that you both knew each other for most of your lives yet both of you were still dressing up to try and impress each other.

             “Shall we?” He asks, holding out his arm for you to take.

             “We shall.” You smiled, linking your arm with his. The two of you first went to Honeydukes, picking out candy to snack on before going to the typical date spot of Hogwarts couples, the clearing behind the fence of the Shrieking Shack. Lounging, you two enjoyed each other’s company, making light conversation.

             “Why did you ask me out?” Blaise asked suddenly after a lull in the conversation.

             You frown slightly, flicking your eyes to look at him before turning your head to face him. “What do you mean?”

             “I mean, why did you ask me on this date?”

             “Because I am interested in you and wanted to see if things could work between us?” You phrased it as a question, unsure as to what he was getting at. “Why?”

             “Wondering if you were feeling the heat of cuffing season and was looking to find someone quick.” He teased you, smiling, though you could tell there was another reason why he had asked.

             “Blaise.” You say simply, as if to tell him you knew that wasn’t the real reason he asked. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, something you had never quite felt the need to do before.

             “I’m not lying, I was worried that you were feeling a bit pressured because your best friend had paired up that it meant that you needed to as well.” His voice was soft, but you could tell he was nervous by the way he played with his fingers and watched the birds fly by with far more interest than normal. He was beautiful. His elegant, high society features, and you swore you could drown getting lost in his big brown eyes. Maybe you had been overlooking him for far too long, too caught up in unrequited love to notice the gem in front of you the entire time.

             Nodding, the corners of your mouth quirk up in amusement, “That’s not the case, I can assure you.” Was it though? You ask yourself.

             “Good, because I like you, Y/N.” Blaise reaches out and takes your hand, squeezing it.

             “I like you too, Blaise.” You squeeze his hand in return and stand up, “How about we warm up with some Butterbeer? This autumn air is getting to me.”

             “Would you like my jacket?” He offers, still holding your hand as you stroll down the path that led back into downtown.

             “No, but thank you.” You two resolve into comfortable silence, which was something you were quite fond of about Blaise. He didn’t feel the need to fill the silence, rather, he let it linger and hang in the air with warmth and meaning, not wasting word. “I was nervous to ask you out, I will admit.”

             “Were you?”

             “Yes, you’re very… selective, and I was worried I wouldn’t make the cut.” You chuckle quietly, glancing at him.

             “You’re absolutely oblivious.” He laughs quietly as well with a shake of his head, “I’ve been trying to let you know I had feelings for you for months, you just didn’t notice.”

             Your heart fluttered at the thought as you remembered all the times it should have been obvious to you that Blaise was courting you. The way he took care of you, the gifts you’d find from him with a note that said ‘made me think of you’, all the time he asked to spend with you. You had to kick yourself for being, as he said, so oblivious.

             Getting butterbeer together was sweet and quiet, idly talking about whatever came to mind. Several times you wondered if dating him would really be any different from how you were together already besides more kissing and physical contact, but you also wondered the same thing about Draco at times.

             “Well if isn’t the stoic couple.” Pansy’s voice cut through the air like a dull knife, and you shared a look with Blaise before turning to look at the other couple. “Do you mind if we join you?” She asks as she sits down and drags Draco down with her.

             “Well seeing as you’ve already sat down I don’t think we have much say in it.” You comment in a monotone. The day was going well, the last thing you wanted was to deal with Pansy and have jealousy rear its ugly head. The green feeling bubbled in your stomach as you watched your best friend drape his arm over the pug-nosed girl.

             The rest of the afternoon was a bitter one for you, but you felt better with Blaise by your side, smiling at him when he took your hand under the table. Though the misfortunate events of the afternoon would quickly turn around with the quidditch match that night.

             It was neck and neck between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, and you knew you needed to either score another goal or Draco needed to catch the snitch, and based on the lost look in his eye as he scanned the field, he couldn’t find it. You growled to yourself as you dodged a bludger that a Ravenclaw Beater had hit at you, quaffle under your arm. Ignoring Lee Jordan’s overexaggerated narrating and the scolding from McGonagall, you wove between players as you raced toward the goal. Time was running out, you remind yourself, a clock ticking in the back of your mind. Nearing the goal, you positioned the quaffle and got ready to throw it, but immediately you noticed two opposing players racing towards you from either side, making it seem almost impossible to fly to the goal. Cursing to yourself you raised your arm to throw the ball and yanked your broom into a sudden halt, which pitched you forward in the process. It was a risky move, but it would give you enough momentum to throw it far enough past the two and hopefully hard enough to get past the keeper and into the goal.

             Holding on tightly with your left hand, the momentum was enough to throw you forward and off of your sitting position on your broom. Reaching up with your right hand you were able to pull yourself from dangling in midair and back onto your broom as you watched the quaffle sail over the players, past the keeper, and into the goal, successfully winning the game for Slytherin. A grin spread across your cheeks as Jordan announced the win, your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

             The crowd from the green tower cheered and all of the players quickly landed on the field to run and dog pile in the middle. As you ran to the group, they all met you with cheers and hugs. As Blaise came into view of all the people, he opened his arms when he saw you, a dazzling smile on his lips. You rushed forward, and before you knew what you were doing, you had your hands on the back of his neck and your lips were on his.

             He kissed back instantly, his hands going to your waist, but it was all over too fast as someone else wanted to congratulate you on your daring move that won the game. You were too busy to notice that there was someone who had been standing slightly behind and to the left of Blaise, his arms also open. You also didn’t notice the look of hurt that washed over his pale face as you kissed one of his closest friends.

             “Are you sure you’re not a Gryffindor with a brave move like that?” Montague teased you, clapping you on the shoulder.

             “You should know by now a Slytherin can be brave if it’s a means to an end.” You joked back, your icy guard dropping briefly in excitement.

             The after party in the Slytherin common room was one for the history books. Blaise was by your side the entire night, his hand rarely leaving your waist as you leaned into his side and marveled how perfectly you fit together.

             “Draco, where have you been, I haven’t seen you at all tonight.” You ask your best friend as he finally approaches you. With his white hair windblown and his eyes downcast, he rubs the back of his neck nervously. You tilt your head slightly at this, confused as to what had him acting so oddly.  He should be celebrating the win, not moping around. Not to mention, he never avoided you, and during parties the two of you most always stood together, similar to how you acted at balls and other events. Running through your head everything that could have him acting this way, you chalked it up to his pride being hurt that you had won the game and he couldn’t find the snitch.

             “Yeah, I’m not feeling to good, I’m going to turn in early.” He obviously fakes a cough, which has both you and Blaise frowning. As Draco walks away you tell Blaise that you’d be right back and that you were going to make sur everything was okay with your friend.

             “Draco, what’s wrong?” You ask after you follow him up to his dorm.

             “Nothing is wrong.” He says shortly, pulling out schoolwork and pretending to work on it.

             “It’s okay that you didn’t catch the snitch, it happens, you can’t get it every time.” You say softly as you reach out to touch his arm to comfort him.

             “You think that’s why I am upset?” He snaps his head up to look at you, yanking his arm from your grasp.

             Putting your hands up in defeat, you move back to give him space. “Tell me why you’re upset then if that’s not the issue.”

             “Get out.” His voice is harsh and you flinch. He never talked to you this way. “Didn’t you hear me, get out.”

             You get up quickly and walk out, slamming the door behind you as you fight the heat rising to your face.

             “You okay?” The boy who you believe to be your boyfriend now asks.

             “Yeah, I just need some fire whiskey.”


             The next morning was not a pleasant one as you wake up with a pounding headache.

             It especially wasn’t pleasant when you hear Pansy talking to Millicent about how good of a kisser Draco was.

             “Pansy, shut the fuck up I am trying to sleep,” You growl as you pull a pillow over your head.

             “Aw,” You hear Millicent coo, “Y/N has a hangover.”

             “Millicent.” You warn, though you’re already too awake to go back to sleep.

             “I didn’t know gorgons could get hangovers.” Pansy teased, twirling a strand of hair around her finger and smirking at you.

             “Everytime you speak you embody the term ‘harpy’ more and more.” You counter, pulling yourself out of bed and rummaging through your trunk for a hangover cure potion, ignoring the offended gasp you got in response.

             The rest of the Sunday was mostly uneventful, that was, until you were at dinner in the Great Hall with Blaise, Theo, Draco, and Pansy. As you were sitting and chatting leisurely, you failed to notice the scarred boy who walked up behind you.

             “Great job yesterday at the match, that was a great win, Y/N.” Harry says, a goofy smile on his face and his hands in his pockets as he stands between the Slytherin and Gryffindor tables.              

             “Thank you,” The corners of your lips quirk up slightly in what Harry believes is a smile.

             “You still my partner in potions?” He asks, and you think he is trying to keep the conversation going since you had already said you’d be his potions partner.

             “Have I done something that would make you think otherwise?”

             “No, just making sure.” He stands there for a moment longer, as if he was attempting to come up with something else to say or waiting for you to say something.

             “I’ll see you tomorrow in class?” You say, raising an eyebrow, cueing him to leave. He was a curious fellow, you think to yourself. You were a Slytherin, and friends with his sworn enemy, why on earth did he insist on continuing to talk to you? Not that you minded, you did admit, he seemed like a genuine person, and could take a joke, as he proved the other day when you yelled across the hall at him. It was just that you were worlds apart, so why?

             “Oh, right, yeah, see you tomorrow.” Harry laughs a bit bashfully before going and sitting next to the rest of the golden trio.

             “So, Potter’s flirting with you now, ey? Aren’t you supposed to be with Blaise?” Draco gestured between you and your boyfriend, a familiar sneer finding its way to his lips as he spoke loud enough for the entire hall to hear. “Oh right, why would you be faithful to someone you’re using. Everyone knows you’re just with Blaise as a poor attempt at either replacing me or making me jealous, since you’re obviously in love with me. You can stop acting like a whore now.” He had a smug look on his face as he tilted his nose in the air, pleased with himself as Pansy snickered next to him.

Draco opened his mouth to speak again but before he could get another word out you had shot up and on top of the table, one knee on the table top and the other foot back against the bench as you grabbed him by the tie and hoisted him up to look you in the eye.

             “Listen here you pompous, spoiled, pitiful, little git, how I ever considered you a friend let alone my closest one is beyond me. Don’t flatter yourself, Malfoy, how anyone would be inclined to love you is something I don’t think I will ever understand. You’re nothing but a coward with feet too small to fill the shoes to walk in his father’s footsteps. You bully your way around everyone here as if it will give you power but all is does it make you look like a pathetic twat. And now you’ve even dared to challenge me, which we both know is a huge mistake, since we also both know that I have knowledge of things about you that you would not like spreading about.” You snarl threateningly, your eyes aflame as you stare into his silver ones. He tries to pull back, move from the awkward position, hunched forward over the table, that you had him in, but you grip on the silver and green tie held tight. During your little speech, you noticed that your three companions had all shot up, unsure what to do besides watch in horror.

             “Is that a threat?” Draco growled back, but much to your pleasure, you saw fear flash across his grey eyes.          

             “Call me a whore again and I can assure you it’s a promise.” The sounds of whispers found its way to your ears and you had no doubt that you were garnering the attention of the entire Great Hall. All eyes on you two as they took in the spectacle.

             “Wait till my fath-“ He starts but your bitter laugh cuts him off.

             “Oh, your father? Your signature threat. Only, it will not work on me and you very well know it. My name is on the same standing as yours, and my father also holds yours by the balls with all the information he knows about Lucius and his dealings. With so little as a figurative flick of his wrist, you and your entire family tree would find itself castrated. So, go ahead, threaten me with your father, see what happens. See if you’ll have a manor to go back to over holiday.” Based on the fault in his glare you knew he knew you were right, as usual. “As I said before, you’re pathetic, you can’t even stand up to me alone. Coward.”

             “Ms. Y/L/N, unhand Mr. Malfoy this instant.” You heard McGonagall shout from behind you. Letting go of your supposed best friend’s tie, you shoved him backward for good measure. As the back of his calves caught the bench, he went spilling backwards, yelping as he hit the ground with a thud.

             “Officially unhanded.” You regain composure easily, climbing back off the table and brushing your hands over your clothes to smooth them, your signature blank stare dropping onto your features.

             “In Y/N’s defense, professor, he did call her a whore.” You hear Blaise say and your head snaps to look at him. The last thing you wanted to do was drag him into it.

             “No matter what someone calls someone else, violence is never excusable. Twenty points from Slytherin.” The professor shakes her head in disappointment, but you note you didn’t get a detention when you very well should have.

             Turning on your heal, you stalk out of the Great Hall, ignoring the dozens of eyes on you.

             “Y/N, wait up,” You heard your beau call out behind you, jogging to keep up. “You’re not a whore.”

             “It doesn’t matter if I am. Even if I was, it’s none of Malfoy’s damn business. He just can’t handle that the world doesn’t revolve around him.” You huff as you walk towards the common room.

             “Do you want to go for a walk?” He asks, and you could tell that he was worried. It wasn’t every day that you threaten your best friend like you did.

             You did and you didn’t. You wanted to be alone, but you also wanted to be with the man who was actually worth your time and energy at the moment and the cool night air would probably help to clear your head. You didn’t understand what was causing Draco to act this way towards you, normally, much to everyone’s surprise, he was a wonderful and supportive friend to you. Hell, he even put your needs before his own sometimes, which was saying something. So as the words left his mouth in the Great Hall you felt something in your chest crack, and with that crack came a flood of hellfire. No one was going to get away with treating you that way, not even your best friend and the man you thought you loved.

             Blinking away tears, you shook your head, “I think I just want to stay in, can we go to one of our dorms?”

             Blaise nodded, taking your hand and leading you down to the dungeons and up to his room. “Would you like to stay here for the night?” He asks, cupping your face and whipping away a stray tear.

             It was your turn to nod now, not trusting your own voice. You had only ever shared a bed to sleep with Draco before. Sure, you had had sex before, but never had you shared the same bed with someone in your most vulnerable unconscious state with anyone other than your best friend, you did grow up together after all, and you wondered if you truly wanted to break that streak.

             After handing you some of his clothes to sleep in, he turned his back so you could change. Ever a gentleman, you think to yourself as you slip a t shirt over your head and tie his sweatpants to they fit around your waist. When you finished, you both climbed into the four-poster bed together. That night was the first night you and Blaise slept together, not sexually, just curled up next to one another, your head on his chest and his arm around your waist. It was perfectly sweet and chaste, and it made your stomach flutter with happiness despite the horrid events from earlier. Your last thoughts before sleep overtook you was that you could get use to this.

Tags: @madame-slytherin-moore @gabsmile @ayeshawarren27 @k-n-e @thepitybear

A/N pt. 2: I am super fucking proud of the line “ You’re nothing but a coward with feet too small to fill the shoes to walk in his father’s footsteps.” I worked so hard on that. 

ANyways, thanks for reading, I hoped you enjoy.

nights for celebrations - jughead jones

Prompt: requested by an anon from my songfic list. Jughead and the gang have a night out with their Irish friend.

 A/N (please read): YAY SO IM FROM IRELAND AND I GOT TRY WRITE THIS YAY THANKS ANIN. This ended up being deeply personal as I myself am Irish and so this ended up being my favourite thing I’ve ever written (surprise, surprise the irish river dale obsessed girl likes the jughead x irish reader thing she wrote Also, Y/N ended up being super like me so apologies but I did try to keep her as ambiguous as I could). I hope you guys enjoy it and the extra bits (actual, not stereotypical or made up) culture I put in. The Irish stereotypes really pisses me off (and to be honest I don’t really like St. Patrick’s Day. I know, blasphem), so there are parts of me mentioning this in here.

listen to carrickfergus here

 Warning: Cursing, drinking.

 Words: 2014 oh god sorry it’s so long lol

 

It had been 10 months since Y/N Y/L/N had arrived on the scene from her native Ireland and if you said that she hadn’t stirred some variety into the small town of Riverdale, you’d be lying.

The night after herself and her family had arrived into town, she took a notion and fancied a burger. She found herself in your typical diner on the edge of town.

“Hiya, how’s it going? A burger and chips please. Sorry, fries.” You said to the dark haired lady behind the counter who smiled and you and took your order. Looking around the diner, you saw the place was busy enough, with one group of teenagers around her age sitting a few botths down. They were eyeing her out of the side of their eyes. Deciding to sit down and get out of their vantage point, Y/N pulled out a stool at the counter. Several moments later, an older man handed her the food and she thanked him as he looked at her with a quizzical smile. She noted they musn’t have many outsiders come into the town.

Just as she was finishing up her meal, a figure plopped into the seat opposite her. “Hey! I’m Veronica Lodge and I’m going to guess by the accent and the fact I don’t recognise you that you’re new around here.” The forwardness of the girl took you back a bit, but you laughed anyway.

“The accent stick out that much, huh? I’m Y/N” You extended her hand to Veronica to shake.

“I love it. I grew up in New York and I’m going to guess by the sound of it that you’re Irish?” Tilting her head at you and smiling, you immedietley liked this girl who was quizzing you even though you had just met.

“Yes, I am. We just got in yesterday. Economy is terrible at home so we needed a change.” Veronica nodded at you.

“Would you like to come sit with my friends? I was the only one brave enough to come and talk to you.” You nodded eagerly, desperate to try and make friends.

As she picked up your meal, she made your way to the booth of teenagers who were eyeing her earlier.

“Guys, this is Y/N. She’s Irish and just moved here yesterday. We’re her new friends.” You waved at the group and smiled a hello.

“Y/N this is Betty Cooper. Ultimate sweetheart and secret badass.” The blonde girl waved at her as her ponytail bobbed up and down.

“This is Archie Andrews, musician and football player. Your real-life Troy Bolton.” She smirked at the ginger boy

“Hey. Jaysus, with that hair they’ll think you’re the Irish one, not me.” The others in the group laughed at this.

The beanie-clad boy spoke before Veronica had the chance to introduce him.

“Jughead. Jones. The Third. Nice to meet you.” Y/N quirked an eyebrow at the funny name, then realised she had heard worse at home.

Since that fateful day, much had happened. Y/N quickly integrated herself to the group and the became fast friends, enjoying her typical Irish sense of humour: sharp, witty and willing to take the piss out of everything, including herself. Herself and Jughead had become very close, and after 6 months, he kissed her and they’ve been dating ever since.

As March rolled around, so did St. Patrick’s Day, and Y/N may not be at home but she was sure as hell going to celebrate in style. She gathered the troops to her house and pulled out a 6 pack of cans of Guinness.

“Right lads. I’m not at home for our national holiday and I miss it so we’re heading down to the bar. First, I got the family to send me these over. Not the same as a good pulled pint but they’ll do. Drink up.” She handed out the cans and as she gave Jughead his she also gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Y/N, darling, I thought you hated the Irish stereotypes of drinking? Because, right now you’re certainly living up to it.” Kevin giggled, taking a swig.

“Now now Keller. I may not like the stereotypes but I’m still deeply patriotic and proud of my heritage. I don’t live up to any of the stereotypes; I’m not ginger, a leprechaun, I hate cabbage, I DO NOT  say ‘Top of the morning to you’ and I do not have a hidden pot of gold no matter how much you ask Jug. Now c’mon, away we go! ” Jughead laughed at his girlfriends antics but followed her anyway. He usually hated the social scene, but, as this was a local bar and not a club; he could do it (for Y/N at least.)

She took Jamie as a chaser, Jack for the fun

She got Arthur on the table, with Johnny riding as shotgun

Chatted some more, one more drink at the bar

Then put Van on the jukebox, got up to dance, you know

 

After an hour at the bar, Y/N had everyone in the bar celebrating Ireland. The party was in full swing with the whiskey and Guinness flowing. They were all chatting when Y/N stood up and walked over to the jukebox. Next thing, the music changed and on came Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison. She walked over to Jughead and with all the strength in her body, pulled him onto the dance floor. After the song played, the young couple played some darts and some pool, in which Y/N beat Jughead at both. During some discussion of whether or not it was an 18 or 20 point difference between the in the darts, she pulled him in for a kiss. No matter how many times they kissed, he still felt like they were the only two people in the room when they did.

You know she beat me at darts and then she beat me at pool

And then she kissed me like there was nobody else in the room

As last orders were called, was when she stood on the stool

After dancing to Cèilidh, singing to trad tunes

I never heard Carrickfergus ever sung so sweet

Acapella in the bar using her feet for a beat

Oh I could have that voice playing on repeat for a week

And in this packed out room, swear she was singing to me, you know

 

It was near closing time when the bar had quieted down a little that a slightly tipsy Veronica called out for Y/N to sing us an Irish song. Of course, the whole bar had heard and everyone was now chanting “SING!” at a very red Y/N. Giving in, she stood up on a bar stool as everyone fell quiet. Jughead was sitting right below her perch on the stool. He realised in this moment that he had never heard her sing.

Y/N opened her mouth, singing Carrickfergus, and it sounded like the soft ripple of a brook through a quiet forest. The whole bar was silent as she tapped her feet to give herself a beat and sang without a backing tune. Her voice was smooth, silvery and thick with emotion, with a hint of grit. Though there were over 50 people in that room, he could have sworn it was just the two of them, as through the whole song she never broke eye contact.

As she finished, she was met with whistles and applause from the crowd and pure shock from her friends. After many a ‘I had no idea you could sing’ and an incredibly bashful Y/N, she turned to Jughead.

“No idea how you hid a voice that criminally beautiful like that from a detective like me you lady.” She laughed at his words, throwing her head back and wrapping her arms around his neck.

The group said their goodbyes outside the bar, and Jughead and Y/N began to make their way back to hers, hand in hand. Both taking a deep breath of the cool spring night air to rid themselves of the smell of smoke, whiskey and wine that had attached itself to their coats.

Now we’ve outstayed our welcome and it’s closing time
I was holding her hand, her hand was holding mine
Our coats both smell of smoke, whisky and wine
As we fill up our lungs with the cold air of the night

They laughed and joked around the whole way home, and upon reaching Y/N’s door; it was decided that Jug would stay the night. Her parents loved him anyway so that wasn’t an issue.

“I’m fucking starving, do you want anything from the kitchen” She called over her shoulder.

“Me too. It’s me Y/N, I’ll honestly eat whatever is in your kitchen and lots of it.” He heard her glorious, melodic laugh from the other room.

She walked out with a packet of Doritos and sat on the sofa with him.

“Jesus Jug, that was one of the best bloody nights of my life. I can’t thank you enough for coming with me, I know it’s not either of our scenes but I had to make an exception for St. Patrick’s Day. I love you.” She smiled up at him from her place beside him.

I walked her home then she took me inside

Finish some Doritos and another bottle of wine

I swear I’m going to put you in a song that I write

About a Galway girl and a perfect night

“I love you too. You know, I feel a short story coming on about tonight. A perfect girl and perfect night. I’ll call it Galway Girl.” He laughed at her face.

“You know there are places in Ireland apart from Galway right? I’m not even from Galway.” She nudged his shoulder and raised an eyebrow.

“Alliteration, Y/N. Alliteration. I have poetic license with this stuff.” Jughead smirked at his giggling girlfriend.

“You know, I just thought. I speak another language and I could say anything I want about you in it.” Y/N laughed at the false scandalized look on her boyfriends face.

“Is pian so thóin tú.” She kisses his nose as she says this.

“Does that mean ‘I Love You’?” He cocked an eyebrow and looked at her smugly.

“No. It means you’re a pain in the ass.” She doubled over laughing as he slapped a hand over his heart, pretending to be wounded. She climbed onto his lap and pushed the beanie off his head and brushed back the stray hairs. Studying his beautiful face and staring into his eyes, she kissed him, soft and slow and filled with love.

“Tá mé in ngrá leat” She whispers, foreheads touching.

“Does that mean I love you?” He whispers back, breathlessly.

“Yes, that means I love you.” She chuckled.

“Well then tá mé i ngrá leat as well.”

For the rest of the night, the young couple lay in stitches, with Y/N trying to teach Jughead her native tongue. By the end of the night, he had the important stuff down perfectly.

Y/N was drifting off to sleep, head on his chest and legs tangled together.

“Hey Y/N/N?” The girl hummed in response.

“Tá mé i ngrá leat.” He whispered into her hair.

A smile broke out on the girls face, as she felt so at home in this boy’s arms, and he felt the same.

“Tá mé i ngrá leat freisin.” And with those final words whispered, the young couple drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

My pretty little Galway girl