Can you do a bts reaction to their s/o giving them a random embarrassing cute pet name?
Like Minnie for Min Yoongi
Squishy B(utt) for Jimin
This is such a soft request, I love it.
I just used ones I thought were cute, and that most of the fandom would know.
- Admin Crys
When he hears the pet name fall from your lips, it’s around the other boys, and he understandably becomes a little embarrassed, face going up in flames.
“Minnie? Like Minnie Mouse? Wtf?”
He would try to brush it off and change the subject quickly, hoping the others were too distracted to latch on to what you said.
They pick up on it immediately, laughing and giving Yoongi such a hard time.
“Well, all you need is the ears and the pretty polka-dotted dress Yoongs, and it would be a perfect impersonation,” chimes Taeyhyung.
“Yah, Tae you wanna die?!” He throws himself at the other boy, smacking him on the head all the while. “Respect your hyungs!”
‘Squishy Butt’ aka ‘dat ass’
It’s no secret that Jimin has the best ass you’ve ever seen, and no one can blame you for being obsessed with it, always wanting to get your hands all over it. From stuffing your hand in his back pocket and getting a lil squeeze in while you stand side by side, to when you’re both cuddling and you have both hands full of his beautiful plump ass.
Butt touches are something Jimin has had to grow very accustomed too, and when you start throwing names around like “Squishy Butt” or asking ‘Where’s dat ass at?’ he takes it in stride.
He honestly really likes it, and it makes him happy that you think so highly of his body.
It would make him so flustered every time you say it. He acts all tough and hard on stage but Joonie is nothing but a big softie and everyone knows it.
It would make his heart flutter, to hear his cute S/O being so affectionate and comfortable enough to give him a pet name.
“I like it when you call me that.”
“It makes me feel good, makes me love you even more, if that’s possible.”
Hoseok is all for cute and cheesy things, and that includes pet names.
The one you’ve chosen is taken from a song “My Only Sunshine’, and whenever you’re alone together, whether you’re cuddling or just doing your own thing next to each other, you have a tendency to sing or hum that sweet little tune.
“Why do you always sing that song?”
“Because you’re my Sunshine, you make me happy no matter if I’m sad or hurt or angry.”
“Oh, well I’m glad to know that.”
It would make him smile so wide to hear that from you.
He would be a little irritated at the moniker you chose.
“Jinnie! Jinnie!? Isn’t that a girls name? Why are you calling me that?”
“Are you making fun of me, huh? Just because everyone calls me the eomma of BTS doesn’t mean you can get away with this.”
“You’re supposed to support me and build me up Jagi, not tear me down.”
*wipes away fake tear
He thinks it’s adorable.
He is used to the abundance of nicknames from the other members, and fans; from ‘Kookie’ to ‘Golden Maknae’. He likes the attention, and the affection those names suggest.
So you calling him your cute little ‘Bunny’ would make him so soft and sappy.
“Bunny? Why that?”
“Cause Kookie, you have cute teeth and that nose scrunch you do makes you look just like one.”
Taehyung is always calling you pet names. Have you honestly ever heard your real name pass through those lips? Nah. It’s always “Princess’ or ‘Honey’ etc.
So when you finally grace him with his very own pet name, he almost weeps tears of joy.
“Jagi! stop, and come here.”
You go to him, and he places his hands on your shoulders, staring deeply into your eyes.
“We need to preserve this moment in our memories, so it can last forever.”
*lowkey refuses to let any of the BTS members call him that anymore (it’s only reserved for you now).
Here is a drarry one-shot I wrote today, at 2a.m because I felt like it so I asked @theperksofbeingatotalnerd for any prompt and she, amazing friend as she is, gave me exactly the one I don’t know how to write. Also, yes, I also write shitty things sometimes, I don’t just read even though probably I should xD
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Draco was still trying to understand how he had ended up agreeing to play Truth or Dare. Especially one majorly composed by gryffindors.
He blamed it on the two firewhisky shots. Or maybe it was just that Harry bloody Potter had looked at him like he was expecting him to refuse. Yeah, that’s probably it. He couldn’t really back down from the challenge, could he? Besides, it had nothing to do with the fact that the prat was suddenly not-that-painful-to-look-at.
Anyway, the reason wasn’t really important. What mattered was how he was now stuck seeing Lee Jordan and Ginny Weasley making out like a new Dark Lord was going to vanquish the earth tomorrow. They didn’t really need to worry, though. The git who killed the last one was still alive and Draco figured that killing one more wouldn’t be that much of a deal.
Thankfully, the Weasley girl finally stepped away from the dark-skin boy and promptly sat in her spot again. The group held their breath, waiting for the one who would have to endure Ginny Weasley’s revenge. Draco just rolled his eyes.
“Harry” she spoke.
Draco rolled his eyes again, almost going blind.
The golden boy had been awfully quiet through the game. He only answered one truth question (and now everybody knew he did have boxers with little snitches flying around) and gave Luna Lovegood a quick peck on the cheek, as a result of a dare. The blonde believed people were going soft on him, afraid he would unleash his I-killed-Voldemort power on them. He wished someone would turn this game more exciting. Like, ask Potter to take his shirt off or something. Not that Draco wanted a look at his ripped abs. Or dreamt about them.
“Truth or Dare?” the red-head continued.
The boy seemed to shake himself out of some internal reverie and stared at the girl, almost evaluating his situation. Ginevra wasn’t known for making it easy. He ran a hand through his hair, messing the black locks even more and bit his lip, thinking. What Draco wouldn’t give to bi-
“Dare” he answered, looking at Ginny unfazed, almost like a challenge. All his body spoke Do your worst. There was just something about Potter when he got like this, like there’s nothing in the world he wouldn’t face, nothing he wouldn’t do to catch the snitch. It gave Draco a hot chill down his spine.
Ginny smiled like the cat who caught the bird. Harry didn’t even blink.
“I dare you to sit right next to the person you like. And don’t come saying you like all of us. I mean your crush.”
At that, the Boy-Who-Lived-Twice lost some of the colour on his face. He gaped at the girl, as if trying to understand if it was real. The people around him had different reactions. Granger looked unsurprised, the Weasel was practically snoring in her shoulder, any attention to the game gone, Luna cooed lightly at his right, Longbottom was almost as astonished as Potter and the rest of the group (including Pansy and Blaise) just looked eager at the prospect of having a clue on the person who stole the Saviour’s heart.
“You can’t be serious.” Potter finally said.
“Oh, don’t make such a scene. I was nice. We’re in a circle, so you can choose which side next to him to sit and no one will know which one of them is it.”
Did she said ‘him’?!
Potter sighed and scratched his face, mumbling something that sounded a lot like “I don’t even know why I still play this”. Every eye was locked on him as the boy got up, eyes cast down, and started to make his way to the other side of the circle. The side Draco was on. It was with a mist of mortification and admiration that the Slytherin watched as the black haired boy took a few more sheepish steps and promptly sat next to Dean Thomas and him.Everything suddenly seemed to vanish from his view. It couldn’t be, could it? It had to be Thomas, it only made sense. They knew each other for years, had shared a dormitory, both gryffindors… there was no chance… no way that… it couldn’t be Draco. However, his mind didn’t really want to follow the logic and it concentrated, instead, in the last few months. How Harry always made sure Draco wasn’t forgotten by the other eight years, the late night talks when neither of them was able to sleep in the complete darkness of their shared dormitory, the few study sessions they shared at the library, how he sat next to him in Christmas once he realized he was alone, when he visited him at the infirmary after a nasty fall on a Quidditch game (even though Draco still caught the snitch)….
And he knew. He knew for long that he had fallen in love with the specky git, even against his better judgment, even knowing he never stood a chance. He knew how he had disguised it, even to himself, with snarky remarks and cold sarcasm. He also knew how he failed it, numerous times, with a small smile that shaped his lips whenever Harry said something funny, with the light laugh he was unable to contain when he did something idiotic, with the lingering looks and the dreams that-
“Draco?” Came a sound next to him. His reverie hadn’t gone unnoticed and the group was staring at him expectantly.
Wait, what? Draco?!
“Hm, yes?” he managed, weakly.
“Truth or Dare?” Potter asked, staring at him, intently, heavily.
He almost lost himself again in the bright green.
“Truth” he choose, a bit more composed.
Harry took a few seconds, searching for something in Draco’s grey iris, finally speaking once it seemed he found what he was looking for.
“Is the person you love in this room?”
It was an easy question, he knew. It could be one of at least twenty people. And still, he didn’t care about any of the other nineteen, focusing only in the boy at his left, all tousled hair and red lips.
“Yes.” He breathed.
Harry then turned and looked straight ahead, not even sparing one more glance at him. He could feel the other people looking at them, at him, waiting for his turn. But all he could do was feel the tension between him and Harry, not like the hate they shared years ago instead pulling him to the other boy. That’s when he noticed how the Gryffindor was still slightly leaning to him, shoulders almost touching. How the pink tip of Harry’s tongue darted out to damp the soft lips. How even trying to look straight ahead, the green eyes still flicked at him.
“Harry,” he heard himself saying “Truth or Dare?”
It only took the boy a second to decide, turning once more to stare at him directly.
And Harry did.
And now there’s was no denying, because Harry might always have been a ‘do first, think later’, but nothing, nothing, he ever did had this passion, not even flying. There was nothing that could have prepared him for this. It was Draco’s every daydream and more. Wet, full lips were against his and he could swear nothing had ever felt so good. He cupped Harry’s face with his hand and changed the angle, allowing the other boy to deepen the kiss, tongues swirling and mingling so no one could tell which one belonged to who. Their breaths were coming short and heavy and they didn’t care. All they wanted was the other. Eventually (even after several catcalls and whistles) they separated, Harry giving him a sweet peck to complete it and a loving smile.
Draco, however, still had to make sure. “So, it was me?”
“It was always you.”
Draco took his hand, tugged him to their dormitory and, not sparing a second glance at the rest of the group, said “We’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Children of The Gods Ch.1 - Demigod AU [Jason Todd x Reader]
A/n: Here it is! The first chapter to my new series! I really am looking forward to what his series has to offer because I love Greek Mythology! I really hope you all like this and I appreciate any feedback you guys have! Love you all! Enjoy <33
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Greek Gods. Stories of myth and legend. Almighty, immortal beings that serve as judges to the world as we know it. Could begin and start a life at the snap of a finger. Because of their immense power they try and keep from interactions with mortal humans. Yes they try, but what happens when they do not succeed? What happens if one grows affectionate with a human? What happens if they have children?
Questions all too known to humans who believe in these Gods and Goddesses. But questions all too answered for their offspring. Demigods inhabit this Earth, part God part human, half bloods. Relics to some and freaks to others.
Wandering prey if they’re unaware of their heritage, prey to those who despise the Gods and the reign they have had for eons. Unable to get to the Gods themselves, these villains target the offspring. The mortal offspring.
That is why the creation of the ‘Camp of the Gods’ was created. A safe place for demigods and goddesses. A place for them to grow, to accept their abilities and heritage.
The camp is hidden, tucked away in a forest away from civilization. The only people who know about it are the League and demigods and goddesses who have trained there. The League is a group of trained demigods and goddesses who save endangered half bloods. They bring them to the camp before villains can harm them. This is where demigods learn to harness and control their abilities.
It’s where you live. You’ve been at the camp since you were 12. Having lost her to one of those monsters, you were left on your own. In your mother’s final moments she told you who you are. Who your father is. Saying you must find a case hidden within your home and run away. That’s when the hunting began. However the League came to your rescue.
When they saved you, you were brought back to the camp. Where your father claimed you during the claiming ceremony. A claim that stunned every member of the league and every demigod in the camp.
You are the Princess to the Gods, the Daughter of Zeus.
As of today, you have become one of the strongest demigods, strong enough to become a part of the league. However, you had different intentions. The camp had become your home, the only home you’ve known for 7 years. Leading to your decision to stay and protect it in case any harm were to come to its defenses. Having both training from being on your own and training from the camp, there was no one better suited.
The camp is safe. It’s where untrained demigods and goddesses belong.
…However. Not everyone believes that.
Jason was not entirely fond of Bruce making him move to this camp. Him and the Outlaws could handle themselves, the last advice he took from Bruce led to proving Jason’s mortality. It was through the power of his mother, Athena, that brought him back. After that he vowed to take care of himself from then on.
Though, on their last mission to take down a villain target, there was a mishap that almost led to them and the half blood they were saving losing their lives, putting a target on their backs in the process. After that close call, the League demanded they all move to the camp. Where they would be safe and things could calm down. Villains often would draw targets but forget about them within a good few months. Finding new prey to stalk.
Kori and Roy were rather excited to be coming to the camp. They always wanted to know more about their immortal parents and even form some sort of relationship with them.
They eagerly stood outside the magic barrier that camouflages the camp. Jason standing there annoyed with his arms crossed. Bruce came up next to the three, “Are you ready?” Kori and Roy grinned while Jason simply huffed before Bruce led the way. They were in awe as the camp revealed itself once passing the barrier.
They approached the gate, being greeted by the sound of metal clanging and bows strings stretching, the yelling and talking of half bloods. Jason winced at the sight, this is NOT what he wanted. “Welcome to the Camp of the Gods” Bruce observed the three.
He watched as their eyes scanned over the place. His falling on three members coming their way. Noticing Dick, the first demigod he saved. “New Recruits, and Bruce what a surprise.” Dick greeted cheerily. Jason’s scowl only grew, great now he has to deal with the golden boy too? Dick’s eyes fell on Jason, “Jason, I see you’re finally joining the camp.”
“Yeah, well, not of my own volition” he bit back. However, Dick is used to Jason’s short temper, he knows Jason’s reluctance will pass with time.
“Anyway, who have you brought with you?” His attention turned to the two others. “I’m Roy and this is Kori.” Roy introduced the both of them. “A pleasure to meet you both. I’m Richard, or Dick as I prefer. Son of Apollo.”
Next the redhead beside him spoke up, “I’m Wally, Son of Hermes” pointing to himself.
The last one to speak was the girl on the other side of them both, “I’m M’gann, Daughter of Persephone. We’re kind of your welcoming committee. We will be showing you the camp and answering any questions you might have.” She smiled kindly at the three.
“I will leave you three in their hands. I have to get back to work.” Bruce said before turning and exiting the camp.
“If you three will follow us we can start the tour of the camp” M’gann smiled while gesturing for them to follow. Roy, Kori, and Jason did so, listening to the information they were being given. Being shown the dining hall, cabins, stables, camp borders, armory, and finally the training grounds.
When approaching the training grounds they noticed a group formed and the sound of swords clashing. Coming upon the scene they saw two people sparring. Continuously lunging and blocking the other’s attacks. It was graceful, like a sort of forbidden dance. Both swordsmen, or swordsman and swords-woman, were highly skilled. Proving how fighting is an art form, not brute strength.
Jason especially noticed the abilities and gracefulness of the demigoddess. He was infatuated by the way you moved; tactically yet instinctively. Noticing how you could see three moves ahead of your opponent. [H/c] hair tied back as your [e/c] stayed locked on your opponent, gaze never faltering for a second. The opponent a taller, tan, male with blonde hair and green eyes. He looked strong and moved just as tactically but it didn’t look as though it came as naturally for him.
“Who is that?” Jason asked looking over at Dick, catching the attention of the others. “The man is Kaldur’ahm, Son of Poseidon. Prince of the Sea some have come to call him. He’s one of the strongest warriors in this camp. The woman, [F/n] [L/n], Daughter of Zeus. Princess of the Gods. The strongest demigoddess and warrior in the camp. Both highly skilled and highly fatal.” Dick explained, eyes not leaving the match. Jason nodded before directing his attention back to the fight.
Before Jason could analyze their movements any further, it all came to an abrupt halt. You had a boot on Kaldur’ahm’s chest, sword pulled up over your shoulder in a striking position. Both panting before a grin broke out on your lips. “I win” you muttered before pulling back offering a hand to him. “Still the most skilled warrior in the camp.” He stated calmly.
“That was amazing!” one of the younger demigods smiled, who stood just in front of the newcomers. Your eyes fell on them all. “So you’re the new recruits” calling to them. Waving them over, “Front and center” tapping the ground with your sword. The three came and stood where you tapped. Swinging the sword to rest it on your shoulder while turning to look at them. Standing there you looked them over, getting a feel for their physical type.
“Well as the formal protector of this camp, Welcome. As I’m sure M’gann, Dick, and Wally told you I’m [F/n] [L/n] and this is Kaldur’ahm. We both are here if you have any questions on your abilities or the camp itself. However from what Bruce and the rest of the League told me, you all have quite a handle on your abilities, and outside experience. So I ask you to behave yourselves and act as role models for the younger demigods and goddesses here because they WILL look up to you. As long as you all follow the rules and keep that in mind, we’re more than happy to have you here. And one last thing, this is a home. We are all family here, please, treat it as such.” Looking over the three, you saw the eagerness in two but the third was wearing an aura of skepticism.
You walked over to Jason, “Trust me this place isn’t as you feel it is. Give it a chance, give us a chance before you cast your verdict. What I’m saying is lighten up, relax, learn. We might surprise you.” laughing while placing the sword hilt in his hands. Backing away you looked at them all, “As much as I’d like to stay, I have other things to attend to. I will see you all at the claiming ceremony.” Announcing before smiling at them all and nodding before making your leave.
“Claiming ceremony?” Kori asked looking at their three tour guides. Wally was the first to speak up. “It’s where your parent will claim you as their child, proving your heritage as a demigod and who your parent is. Then the camp will act and train you accordingly.” he explained. Them all nodding in understanding.
“Anyway there is a lot more camp to show you and people for you to meet before the ceremony. Let’s continue” Dick smiled before M’gann nodded and began to lead the way once more.
Though Jason was distracted by the words you spoke to him while analyzing the sword in his hands. The words ringing in his head ‘What I’m saying is lighten up, relax, learn. We might surprise you.’ How could he relax? Half of him kept reminding how he’s in a strange, unknown place, surrounded by other demigods. Though the other side of him wanted to train and take the chance to do as told. To trust.
2:31 a.m, Apollo said: why did you make me notice him? why did you make me fall? 2:31 a.m, Eros said: it’s payback 2:33 a.m, Apollo said: I see how it is. I should have known- this has your dirty little fingerprints all over. Daphne, Hyacinthus, now him. haven’t you learned you will never belong in the world of gods like me? get the fuck out of my life, you fucking piece of shit. I didn’t do anything to you this time. so why did you do it? why? 2:34 a.m, Eros said: you told her I am a monster 2:35 a.m, Apollo said: I told her the truth
3:02 a.m, Apollo said: fuck you 3:03 a.m, Apollo said: fuck you so much
It had been a spur of the moment decision on Jaime’s
part. He was desperate to see Tyrion’s
head remain attached to his body, so when he made a deal with his father –spare
Tyrion in exchange for him leaving the Kingsguard and marrying –he found himself
almost immediately betrothed. His father
kept his word, proving Tyrion innocent, but he was quick to send him away on
some mission North.
So now Jaime had lost his title of “Ser” and was simply “Lord”
and would soon be marrying a girl from a lesser house. In truth, all houses were lesser than House
Lannister, but his father saw promise in her, due to her young age. Y/N was a lovely girl. Her beauty was certainly different than
Cersei’s. Whereas Cersei had a
commanding presence, Y/N was softer and held an interesting amount of naivety for
someone in the Capital.
Imagine you and Bill letting it slip you are pregnant with twins during an interview.
“Well uh first I need- I need to give you a great congratulations on, on the wedding! Although-” Jimmy chuckled as you and Bill laughed “Although that was like six months ago! But- but it’s never too late, guys!”
You giggled “No, it’s never too late Jimmy. And thank you very much!”
“Well, you- you didn’t invite me, what am I supposed to do? This is the first time after your wedding that I see you in person, that’s all.” he shrugged and Bill shook his head.
“No, no it’s fine. We’ve been pretty busy ourselves, what with the new movie, what with family issues and everything else.” your husband said with a small shrug and Jimmy nodded his head.”
“Yes, your movie! The fans are quite excited to say the very least about it! It’s your first time collaborating, am I right? He asked and you nodded your head.
“Uh yes, it’s quite a surprise considering we’ve known each other for so long and- and we’ve been dating for just as much and you know-” Bill cleared his throat, glancing at you “We’ve- we’ve always wanted to be in a movie together. It was always like- like a dream, for me at least.” he chuckled and you grinned, squeezing his hand.
Pretty Little Liars 7x20 Til Death Do Us Part - Thoughts
I literally just finished watching the finale and A-List Wrap party right now. I have not seen a single comment about the finale, I don’t know how it was received, at all. Sorry if these comments are just reinforcing what everyone else has been talking about for the past several hours, because again, I have no idea what everyone is saying. Here are my thoughts!
- It did not feel like a series finale to me and I cannot pinpoint why. I felt the goodbye scene at the end was not strong enough. Sasha said that they had to keep re-filming that scene because she was crying too much when she said “this feels like the end of something” - well, I think they went with the take that had not enough emotion, to the point it felt like a regular line and it lost its power. Not just this line, but in general, I never got a sense of “farewell PLL” from this episode, unfortunately. Not saying it’s a bad episode, but, I didn’t get that sense of “thank you and goodbye Spencer, Hanna, Aria, Emily, Alison and Rosewood”.
- Marlene said that there is one question she cannot wait for fans to find out, but she can’t tell us what this question is without telling us who AD is. What the hell could be this question?
- THEY ALL DID THE SHHHHH TOGETHER, I LOVED THAT
- DID ANYONE ELSE NOTICE DURING THE INTRO THAT THE CASKET OPENED, RATHER THAN CLOSE???
- I’ve always said Pretty Little Liars is a two-part show: half a romance show, other half a mystery show. They really demonstrated that tonight, by having almost a very equal divide between the romance and mystery. The entire first hour was romance, and the entire second hour was mystery (plus farewells). The first hour, I was shaking my head. “This is not good. Not good at all.” Sure, there were some cute scenes, like Emison’s proposal, but there was too much fluff in the first half. The second half, it really kicked off.
- So, my theory ended up being so damn accurate, what the hell! I can’t believe it! Even though Spencer’s twin was my foremost suspect going into the finale, I still ended up being shocked, because of the simple fact that they went with it almost exactly exactly exactly how I said! Not just the who, but also the why! I even got the name Alex Drake!
- Okay, so I got the part wrong about the twin having helped Charlotte play the game from season 3 onwards. And honestly, that is my biggest complaint about the finale: AD started playing the game after Charlotte died, period. Again this is my biggest complaint and this is where the finale fell flat for me. Technically, PLL could have ended with Charlotte’s reveal in 610. Everything we got with Alex Drake’s story, was purely an extension because we got renewed for more seasons. I just know there will be people saying “ugh I’m so mad that AD has no connection to pre-time jump” and yes I fully agree, and that’s my biggest complaint too… but my response is: weren't the extra 2 years nice? Sure AD is irrelevant to seasons 1-6A, sure that is incredibly underwhelming and no where near as good as the fan theories… but we got an extra 2 years of PLL in our lives because of this extra, final A story? I’m grateful? #alwayslookingforthepositiveside
- I do not understand Ashley’s comment. Quote “you finally get to find out who A is, who’s been torturing us for the last 7 years”. Girl… it was just a month or two, in Rosewood time.
- Am I the only one who never really felt a sense of danger, or intensity? Weird, since it’s the series finale, and literally anyone could’ve died. It’s not like we had another season, and I knew Spencer was safe from dying. Yet, I never truly did feel like Alex would win the fight. I can’t take PLL villains seriously for some unexplainable reason.
- I really liked the flashbacks that explicitly showed us the scenes where “Spencer” was actually Alex. That was great. I wanted more flashbacks to earlier seasons, however. (I did appreciate that they played some music from the pilot, though!)
- THANK YOU MARLENE for not doing another Charlotte reveal where A sits around crying all episode, trying to make us feel sorry for them. Sure, Alex (nearly said Twincer!) had a sad story, but she embraced her sadness, and it fuelled her anger to take over Spencer’s life. That was really good. I loved seeing Troian walk around with an axe. Bless.
- I was surprised we didn’t hear of Radley (as a sanitarium). Honestly, thank god.
- I think the motive is the strongest we’ve ever had, of all the A’s so far: Alex was so jealous of Spencer so she wanted to break up the girls, yet her threats only made them closer. Therefore, she decided, “why break them up, if I can just become Spencer?” That is so evil and I love it.
- I EVEN CALLED IT that there will be a scene where someone holds a gun to Spencer and Twincer, and they have to prove who the real Spencer is. I LOVED that!
- I have a feeling that once I finish typing this, the first word I’ll be seeing people use to describe the motive is cliche. Especially the above mentioned scene about not knowing which Spencer to shoot. It is a bit cliche. (”I’m Buzz Lightyear!” … “no, I’m Buzz Lightyear!” Toy Story 2.. anyone? That’s where my mind went, lol) An evil, jealous twin is a tad cliche. I can’t defend that. But within this world of PLL, it worked well I guess.
- Sorry Troian, I wasn’t too convinced by the British accent unfortunately. But my gosh you slayed the rest. WHY COULDN’T WE GET AT LEAST ONE SCENE WITH TROIAN IN THE HOODIE!? That was a real shame. I get that it was set one year later, but… still, Alex should’ve wore the hoodie for a scene or two. For satisfaction’s sake, and it’s also just iconic for PLL.
- SHOUTOUT TO A FOLLOWER OF MINE WHO MESSAGED ME AFTER THE AIRPORT SCENE IN 715 SAYING THAT TWINCER SOUNDED BRITISH. HOW DID YOU GET THAT PART TOO!? “Are you going someplace?” sounded very British, I agree, but I never picked it until I was told to listen for it. Genius.
- We even got it right as to who Wren was shooting: Twincer, so that she can look like Spencer. Gosh, is there anything we didn’t predict?
- Bethany who? Eddie who? Seriously though, I’m going to spend hours editing my unanswered questions list. We got a lot. You can say whatever you want about the finale, but you can’t say we didn’t get answers. Like, c’mon. If you’re saying we didn’t get answers, you’re the type of person who complains over nothing and is just impossible to please. Every word that came out of Alex’s mouth was golden. We had rapid fire Q&A with Alex and Spencer. I’m not saying this finale answered 7 years worth of questions; I’ll probably find some unanswered things once I start going through my list. But… You. Can. Not. Say. We. Got. Zero. Answers. I hope that when I finish this post, I don’t see people spreading such stupid negativity.
- Wren died? How? Why? That was unnecessary. This finale really lacked a major death. I wanted to say OMG to at least ONE thing, and unfortunately, I couldn’t. Not one thing shocked me.
- Am I the only one who thought Wren’s involvement seemed a bit forced?? What are the actual odds of Wren running into Alex at a bar in London? Seriously? But whatever. I’m so glad he played a role in this, and a damn big one too.
- So ALEX was the British person Mary was talking to on the phone in 701!!!
- I loved the scene between Alex and Charlotte!!
- I found it really really random that Alex started messaging Mona 1 year later. They had just moved on and all of a sudden Alex is back to start to reveal herself. Maybe I’m forgetting something because that was just weird.
- I was disappointed that there wasn’t a major reason Alex took Ezra. I was waiting for them to reveal a mind blowing alliance between the two but then it slowly became obvious that he had just been kidnapped and wasn’t on the friendly side with Alex.
- Melissa’s mask was just pointless. That was pure fan service to MelissA theorists. (And also to throw us off for a bit.) And I knew Melissa wasn’t AD since there’s no way they’d reveal Uber A so randomly at a picnic like that. I knew it was a mask.
- I got dollhouse vibes when Spencer (or Ezra?) said “we’re still underground”. I thought that was creepy!
- Seriously… they make reference to the mums getting out of the basement, without actually giving us an answer??? “Do you remember how we even got out of there?” said Veronica. It would’ve been better to leave that dialogue out completely. Teasing fans over something they’ll never get, is far worse than acting like it was just forgotten.
- Did Veronica know that Spencer has a twin, since she made a comment in 4B about not knowing who is coming down for breakfast; Spencer or her evil twin? They really made it out as if no one knew about Alex.
- Wren is the father of Emison’s baby!? That was so subtle, the way Alex said it. WHY!? That makes no sense. I’ve noticed that this show is really big on “who” but not so big on the “why”. I’m just going to assume that Wren was the only male she had “access” to, to pull off the stunt, so she used Wren simply out of convenience. That’s all I can think of.
- So Ezria got married, Haleb is having a baby, Emison is engaged with twins, and Spoby is??? I was really really shocked actually that one ship is still left up in the air. It’s not a sad ending, but it’s not happy either. Maybe that’s the one thing that doesn’t get answered that Marlene was talking about.
- That last scene with the recreation of ‘that night’ should NOT have been the last scene of the entire show. If Freeform wants to launch a spinoff, fine, go ahead, but how dare you cut to the end credits after that scene. Call me fussy, but I call it passion. The final scene of the show should have been Mary and Alex stuck in Mona’s dollhouse. Cut to the credits after that closeup on Alex (Which, was brilliant by the way, and aligns with Janel’s comment of Mona having her own unique happy ending.)
- The wrap party was boring. Just saying. It should’ve been the 6 liars (yes Mona too) with Marlene, sitting in Spencer’s barn, talking about the making of the finale, any questions that couldn’t get wrapped up, favourite episodes, etc. I finished the finale and thought “it’s okay, I still have one more chance to farewell the show since the last scene didn’t do it for me!” and nope, this third hour was no better.
- FULL CIRCLE HOW??? Can someone name one thing that happened, that can be classified as “full circle”??? In my mind, full circle means Alison dying and the girls having a sleepover in the barn!?
- Overall, this is how I summarise the finale:
It did not feel like a finale. The first half was boring, even for a series finale. The goodbyes were not strong enough, and I did not feel like I properly said “thank you” and “farewell” to my favourite fictional characters ever. The scene with the girls at the end was far too short. The AD reveal was very predictable for me and other dedicated detectives, but I think other fans across the world will be pleased since it wasn’t actually that obvious. The motive was great. Troian slayed. But, coming from a person who also has a non-rhotic accent (Australian), I felt put off by Alex’s accent. The final scene was just stupid, I’m not watching a spinoff - the final scene should’ve been Mary and Alex. We got a shit ton of answers, but, as I’ll soon see when I go to my list, I don’t feel like it was everything. But absolutely, most things, yes.
It’s said that time heals all wounds, but that isn’t exactly true and
sometimes band-aids are all you have. You catch your boyfriend cheating
on you and Jimin is more than willing to help you forget him.
a/n: inspired by the drama suspicious partner, check it out if you haven’t already!
I know you did a royal one but how about a different spin where one isn’t suposed to get the crown maybe second or third and then they get it or will get it? And they have to grow up quick to take over?
Pulled back from the front, the shore was a paradise, compared to inland where the stalemate waged, waiting for the big push. The sun took its time dripping through the July sky. Frozen in the thick, heavy evening, it glowed and made the world red and blue and purple and golden, while the water licked at the burnt shore and tried to soothe a bit of the earth for the soldiers.
OMG WHY ARE YOUR PROMPTS SO CUTE???? Anyways can I have a Draco x reader one?? Like they’re in their 4th year or something, around GOF, and reader is a gryffindor but legit acts like a hufflepuff and looses her pet, but like her pet is a rabbit or turtle and Draco is just like “wtf you lost a ___ in the castle???” Thank you!!! Xx
“Hermione, Hermione, HERMIONE! Can you slow down, I’m sure Hagrid’s not going to yell at us if we’re five minutes late to class.” You said, trying to put in your robe as she dragged you out of your shared room and out towards the hall. You had both overslept, you were all up all night trying to come up with solution for the first task of the tournament…none of you wanted Harry to be BBQ’ed by a dragon. Even Draco helped, much to everyone’s surprised.
“Honestly, Y/N, we’re going to be more than five minutes late, we haven’t even left the castle yet! And we need to make it to the field!” just to calm the girl down, you begrudgingly started running besides her and much to her delight, you guys made it to the field in less than 3 minutes, just in time. Hagrid wasn’t even there yet.
“About time you showed up, I was beginning to think Herman kidnapped you.” A voice said from behind you, making you turn around, a finger waving in the air already.
“Draco Malfoy, how many times do I have to tell you to stop it with the insults?” you reproached as the he gulped.
“Sorry Hermione…” he muttered as Hermione stifled her giggles with her hand, she bid the both of you goodbye as she spotted the rest of the golden trio.
“I swear love, you’re lucky I’m rather fond of you because never in a trillion years would I be apologizing to a Gryffindor.” He joked, grabbing your bag and linking his hand with yours.
“Well I’m sure you never thought you would be dating one as well.” You said pecking his lip while he rolled his eyes at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled at you.
“Come on, Hagrid’s finally here and Potter is shooting daggers at me for keeping you away from the class.” He said as he led you towards the class, near Crabbe and Goyle and the Golden trio.
Care of Magical Creatures went on as usual, you chatted with Draco as you worked, trying your hardest to make him and the Golden trio friends. You can clearly remember when you told the trio that you and Draco were dating…
“Draco? As in Draco Malfoy?” Harry said, spitting out the pumpkin juice he had been drinking.
“OUR SWORN ENEMY?!” Ron yelled, as he stood up from his chair.
“Hm, that does explain why you lingered so much by the dungeons lately…” Hermione said softly, laughing at the scene in front of her, grabbing Ron’s arm and sitting him back down.
“I bet he hexed her! A love potion even!”
“Is he blackmailing you? Does he have Snape behind this plan of his? We could owl Sirius, or Remus even, they’re not afraid of Snape.” Harry asked, worried etched on his face as Ron’s frown deepened.
“There is no evil masterplan! We got paired up in Charms, after that we hung out more and one thing lead to another… I’m just letting you blokes know before anyone else.” You finished, blushing slightly. Harry was about to protest but Hermione cut him off.
“Would you two calm down? She’s perfectly capable of making her own choices, although I’m also trying to understand why, Y/N knows what she’s doing.” Hermione said, having enough of Ron and Harry’s questioning about Draco’s intentions.
You chuckled at the memory as Draco nudge your side, pointing at how Ron managed to anger one of the Skrewts; Hermione was trying to soothe the angry Skrewt with food as Ron glared at it. Class was soon dismissed and you all headed towards the castle, you and Draco held hands as you walked, you could faintly hear Hermione telling the boys to stop glaring and to behave. You made a mental note to thank her later. Both the Slytherins and the Gryffindors had Potions after lunch so you all headed towards the dining hall. Since you had overslept, this was the first meal you were going to have today.
“I should’ve woken you up or something, but I doubt I would’ve been welcome into your common room.” Draco said as he laughed at the amount of food you had piled on your plate.
“Yeah, especially since the twins are still weary of you.” you joked back.
“I should be the one weary of them! Once Weasley told the whole Gryffindor dorm about us they pranked me nonstop for a week!”
“You gotta hand it to them, they snuck into the Slytherin common room just to mess with your shampoo, green looked good on you babe.” You said, laughing as you grabbed another roll of bread.
“Yeah, yeah, hurry up now, love, I don’t want Granger to scold me if we both show up late to Potions.” He said, grabbing two cookies and wrapping them up in napkin before stuffing them inside his robes. You bid his friends goodbye, Crabbe and Goyle waved back as Pansy glared at you, she wasn’t fond of how you would sit down and eat at the Slytherin table instead of your own house table but after Draco told her off the first time, she keeps her comments to herself and just glares.
Since it was a Friday, Potions was your last class of the day, and much to Snape’s annoyance, no one but Hermione was paying attention. Even though it felt like forever, class was finally over.
“Can you believe? Finally a Friday where neither team has practice! I just need to go drop off my bag and change, then we can go to the lake.” You said as Draco walked you towards the Gryffindor common room. “I need to do the same, meet you out here in 15 minutes?” He asked, you nodded as you grabbed your bag from his awaiting hand, you kissed him softly and bid him off. You entered the common room, seeing Harry, Ron and Hermione already sprawled out near the fire. “Hey Y/N! Are you up for a game of wizard chess?” Harry called out. “I’m sorry Harry, Draco and I are going to the lake, he swears he can get the giant squid to do tricks like a puppy.” You said laughing. “Alright, rain check then?” “Absolutely!” You shouted as you ran up the stairs and towards the girls dorms. “They’re cute together.” Hermione said as she watched you run up the stairs. “A little too cute.” Ron grumbled. “Come on Ronald, she brings the best out of him. Draco and his goons have been more civil towards us ever since they started dating and you know.” Hermione said, defiantly. “She’s right, as much as I hate to admit it…and he treats her right.” Harry added. Ron was about to say something when you came running down the stairs, a worried and frantic look etched on your face. “GUYS! GUYS!” You screamed as you skipped the last two steps, almost tripping on your way down, luckily Harry caught you as he was already making his way towards you. “Y/N, What’s wrong?” He asked as Hermione and Ron made their way to you. “He’s gone!” You cried out, your eyes glistening with tears. “Who’s gone? Who’s he?” Harry’ asked.
“Speedy is gone! He’s not in his tank!” “Are you sure he’s not there?” Hermione asked, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Yes I’m sure! He’s a turtle, he’s always in his tank and as I finished changing I went to check on him and he wasn’t there.” You replied, a few tears making their way down your cheeks. “Isn’t he in a tank…full of water? On top of your desk? With a cover?” Ron asked, cautiously, not wanting to make you cry even more. “Yes he is, well was! But he’s not there! Now are you going to help me look for him or not?” You said, glaring at Ron as he raised his hands in surrender. Harry and Hermione started moving the furniture around the room, you quickly took out your wand and whispered Lumos, and searched under the countless bookcases. You heard the portrait hole open but didn’t think much of it, you were much too worried about your turtle. “Thanks Longbottom, but I see her, don’t know what she’s doing but I’ve found her. Thanks again for letting me in.” You bumped your head on the shelf as you stood up quickly, hearing Draco’s voice. You immediately ran to him. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong, love? Are you hurt?” Draco asked, voice laced with concern as he saw you crying. His eyes scanned you over for any sign of injuries. “Speedy’s missing! I was in such a rush to get ready this morning that I must’ve forgotten to close his tank cover after I fed him. He must’ve climbed out because of the new plant I got him…I should’ve listened to Hermione, that plant was far too tall for his tank.” You ranted as the tears rolled down your face. “YN…you lost a turtle, in the castle?” Draco asked confused but he couldn’t bear to you in distressed so instead questioning you he comforted you.
“It’s going to be okay, love, we’re going to find him.” He answered, kissing your forehead and wiping your tears. You nodded, smiling weakly at him. You and Hermione searched the girl’s dorm as the boys did the same in their perspective dorms. After two hours you all regrouped in the common room and began searching every nook and cranny.
“Love it’s almost dinner time, do you want to go down and grab a quick bite to eat and then look for him?” Draco said, you were both crawling around the floor, looking for Speedy.
“I’m not hungry.” You mumbled, sadly. “Speedy wouldn’t want you to get sick, you need to eat something.” “I just can’t believe he’s missing, Dumbledore trusted me to be responsible enough to take care of a turtle, oh Merlin what is McGonagall going to say? Why didn’t I get a cat instead…” “Just last week you had a full out argument with Granger about how Speedy was much cuter than Crookshanks.” Draco said, making you smile. “You know I was right, he’s the cutest pet in the castle.” You said, laughingly softly at the memory.
After a few more minutes Harry, Ron and Hermione told you that they were going to go get some food but that they would search along the way, just in case if Speedy got out of the common room. You nodded and went back to searching, you still had to look by the windows and under the staircases. You were heading towards the stairs when Draco yelled out your name. “Y/N! I found him!” He said, running towards you, Speedy safely in his hands. “Oh Speedy!” You said, taking him from Draco’s hand. “That’s it, I’m taking that plant out, you must be hungry, come on let’s get you back home.” You gushed, Speedy only stared at you, unaware of the anguish he caused. You were about to tell Draco that you were going to your room to put him in his tank but he beat you to it. “Go, he probably misses the water, I’ll wait here.” Draco said, smiling fondly at you, happy that you weren’t sad anymore. You quickly nodded, already halfway up the stairs but then came running back down. Before he could ask if something was wrong, you cut him with a passionate kiss. After a few seconds you broke apart, both of you flushed, and smiling.
I think I've read the passage of the House of the Undying an thousand times by now but I don't get what they are hinting at. Who are the mounts and the treacherous people and so on... Any thoughts?
Ohh boy. The thing to remember about the House of the Undying prophecies is that, well, they’re prophecies. Some of them haven’t happened yet, so we can only make guesses. It’s likely that after the books are complete, we’ll be able to go through all of Dany’s storyline and match up all the passages, but for now, we might be right or we might be wrong.
Anyway. These are my theories, based on the events of the books so far, TWOW preview chapters, other people’s thoughts, and other general speculation:
You were never a people person. Sure, you had your close circle of friends and enjoyed going to a local restaurant for dinner or having a girls night in but you never dreamed of going to a party. Especially one that all the kids from school would be attending. You never dreamed of going to one that is until a boy from every single one of your deepest and darkest fantasies acknowledged you.
He looked like he just walked out of the front page of GQ magazine. He was 6 ft 4 with dark locks of hair that were usually slicked back from his face. He dressed sophisticated from all the other boys from your school, wearing slacks or dark jeans with a blazer and v neck underneath. You often found yourself staring at the veins in his forearms or his prominent cheek bones. He was in most of your classes and you looked forward to seeing him everyday even though you two had never spoken two words to each other.
He was often found out by his car smoking cigars or cigarettes. That’s how you two first met. Smoking always calmed you down but you knew if your parents ever found out you’d be grounded for a long time. It didn’t help that your aunt was the guidance counselor at school so you had to be extra careful who saw you. One crisp Friday afternoon in early October you snuck out after second period heading towards the parking lot behind the school. As you lit your cigarette you noticed a tall figure making long strides to catch up with you from his stylish red car.
You tried your best to ignore him and mind your own business, but he had other plans. “Y/N, my fucking lighter isn’t working” snatching your pink lighter from your hands. Not knowing what to say you stared at him in awe. You’d never been so close to him and could smell the expensive aftershave that you imagined he had dabbed on his neck earlier that day. You we’re at a loss for words and figured you were looking like a complete idiot by now, standing there with a stupid look on your face and staring. Roman handed the lighter back and you mumbled a “Thank-you”. He looked you up and down as if contemplating his next move. “There’s a party tonight at Bryce Ryans, you going?”. “I had no plans on it, not really my scene” you replied looking down at your converse. Snuffing his cigar out he put it into a case and put it back into the pocket of his dark slacks, Roman looked up at you with his green eyes intent on yours. Pursing his lips just the slightest before saying “I want to see you there” then turning and heading back into the school.
6 hours later you found yourself standing before your full length mirror sizing your outfit up. You had choosen a navy green sweater dress with your flats. You wore a gold moon necklace which was your favourite and small golden hooped earrings in your pierced ears. You had choosen to leave your hair straight and had applied a little mascara and lipstick. You didn’t know what to wear to a party but decided this would have to do. All of your friends we’re going out to a movie tonight so you would be attending the party alone. The words Roman had said earlier kept playing in your mind. “I want to see you there”. Not a question but a request. You wondered if he was being serious or if it would be a big joke between him and friends, that you were so desperate for his attention that you would show up all alone hoping for him to see you. Deciding that if it felt awkward or if anyone even made the slightest comment regarding your interaction with Roman earlier that day, you would flee back to your house and hibernate there for the rest of the school year, or at least the weekend.
It was now 9:30 p.m. and you headed down the stairs to your house, slipping into your blazer before opening the door. Bryce’s house was about a block away so you decided to walk instead of driving. Autumn had always been your favourite time of year, you enjoyed the early nights and the crisp fall air and tonight was no exception.
There were alot of people at the party when you arrived, cars lining the street on either side. The lights from the house cast a glow on the lawn and you could hear the music booming from inside. Bryces parents worked for a law firm and were out of town for a business trip. Every time they left for one Bryce would have a party and it would be the talk at school for the next week. Somone always got a little too drunk, unexpected pairs hooked up and people still talked about the time your close friend, Betty Wheeler, threw up in Bryces mothers $3,500 vase. You had always liked to hear the stories but we’re too shy to attend one. As you made your way to the front door you started to get nervous. What would you even say to Roman? Why did he want you to come? You looked around the living room and kitchen, taking it all in. People were everywhere. Some were chatting and drinking their beer and coolers, others were dancing in the middle of the living room. All the furniture was moved aside to for a make shift dance floor. You grabbed a beer and were scanning the room for someone you knew when you felt somebody tap you on the shoulder. You spun around so fast that you almost lost your balance to see Peter Rumancek behind you with a big grin on his face. “Hey Y/N! I never would have expected to see you here at one of these parties!” Peter was a friend you had grown up with. You helped Peter study for Chemistry often and the two of you had gotten pretty close. His girlfriend Letha was in your friend circle and often came over to your house for girls nights where you would gossip and watch horror movies on Netflix. “Hi! Y/N!” Letha squealed “Happy to see you here, come dance with me!” Before you could reply to either of them Letha pulled you into the crowd. Soon you forgot about why you were here and all about Roman Godfrey. The alcohol flowed through your body leaving you feeling warm and relaxed. You swayed to the music and giggled. You felt a hand grab yours from behind and thinking it was Letha you closed your eyes swirled around like a ballerina. You felt the hand pull you in fast and you smelled the familiar cologne from hours earlier. Snapping your eyes open you saw none other than Roman Godfrey smirking a smile that nearly made your knees give away. “You listened” he breathed and pulled you off the dancefloor and out the door.
This is literally one of my first times writing anything like this… please go easy on me!! Loved writing this and am thinking about writing more imagines and accepting requests. XO A
A/N: I was chatting with @bxngtxnfluffandotherstuff the other day about demon/devil!AU’s, and ended up calling Namjoon Daddy Devil. Now here we are.
Here is the teaser–aka my little build up to the main course–my dears. Hopefully the next part–the actual fic–will be up soon~ But first I have to write it ;*
H E L L
Quite the interesting place. Maybe not for forsaken humans,
but for demons, and beasts, and all hellish creatures alike—it’s home.
Like the layers of corrupt human society, there are levels.
7, to be exact. Each level has a…guardian.
A demon chosen by the Devil to make sure there’s no excessive mischief—that everyone
follows their orders and stays in line.
The seventh level is the worst. For the scum, the insane—home
to the monsters that even the Devil himself can’t match. Such monsters remain
trapped in the 7th level, the appointed guardian—Yoongi—only present
to make sure the door that traps them remains locked tight. He’s the strongest
of the Devil’s guardians, but also the laziest, and therefore the job fits him
The remaining 6 levels are free to interact—but you live
where you live. Prolonged stay in one level will get you kicked back into your
assigned one, because you can’t betray your human sins, and the Devil picks a
new spawn’s home with astute scrutiny. And he is not wrong—for he is the Devil.
The sixth level is guarded by Taehyung—mischievous in his
own right, but undeniably dangerous. People have learned not to trust his
handsome face, because despite his boyish wonder, he is a snake.
The fifth level is kept tidy by Jin—a man with the features
of an angel, but the strength of an inferno. And the fourth level is carefully
watched by Hoseok—a friend to the Devil and a friend to many, but his
blinding smile is all a ploy. It’s said he decapitated a man whilst gigging,
but that anyone around to witness the scene had met the Grim Reaper a second
The third level is overlooked by the youngest of the
guardians—Jungkook. The innocent looking boy had met criticism from the
long-term residents of the level—his image not living up to their dark-hearted
tastes—but after a few years to mature and establish his power, those who opposed
him soon learned that beneath his cute smile laid miles of muscle and strength—enough
to send a man flying and to break a bone with little effort.
The second level is guarded by Jimin—pleasant, yet deceptive.
He is loved by all and praised as a rightful guardian, but when push comes to
shove Jimin always manages to reestablish order—whether he does so through
violent methods or otherwise. Luckily, the second level is a peaceful realm, as
is the third, and neither Jungkook nor Jimin are forced to show their true strength
The final level—the first—is under watch by the Devil
himself. There is no violence—no disobeying of orders. The fear of punishment
is too high. Most residents are trusted generals, innocent pawns that missed
their chance to run for the golden gates, or…servants. The Devil needs a thrown
and a palace, after all—and it’s not like he’s going to take care of it himself.
And so, that’s how the hierarchy remains—at least, until
someone manages to strip the Devil of his thorny crown. But god knows that won’t
happen anytime soon.
Jungkook is performing his usual nightly rounds when he
hears it—a slightly intoxicated statement from a female demon leaning against
the alley wall outside a bar. She’s with her two friends who seem worse off—but
none have lost their dinners yet.
“I can’t believe you keep calling Him that,” one says, and
you roll your eyes.
“What? Daddy Devil? Oh give me a break, he’s the lord of all
demons—of course he’s Daddy material.”
Jungkook clasps a hand over his mouth, stifling his
laughter, and hurries to hide behind the chimney spout when the girl currently referring
to his Lord and friend as ‘Daddy Devil’ narrows her eyes and begins looking
around. Luckily, Jungkook is quick enough to evade her suspicious glare.
“For all you know he’s an old man with red skin and devil
You roll your eyes. “I know he’s not. I saw him in passing—once.
When he came to the third level for a visit. He’s…tall…”
“And being tall makes him daddy material?!” your friend
laughs, and you sigh, waving your hand in the air.
“Whatever. He’ll never know I said it anyway, so let’s just
drop it. You can keep thinking he’s an old man, and I’ll keep dreaming that he’s
tall and handsome.”
At that, all three girls share a laugh and begin to stumble
out of the alley—leaning on each other for support. Jungkook watches them go,
his lips split into a playful grin, a hint of impishness sparkling in his dark
He’ll never know I
said it anyway.
Jungkook laughs. “We’ll see about that.” After all, this is
just too funny of an opportunity to pass up.
On that note, Jungkook hops down from the roof and
disappears into the evening shadows.
Jungkook doesn’t bother using the front door to the Devil’s
mansion. That would require him to bypass the guards and be questioned on his
intention in being here—and that’s all too much of a hassle. So, he hops up to
a second story window and MacGyvers his way in—smiling once his feet touch the
dark tile floor.
Whistling his way up the hall, Jungkook starts towards his
Lord’s private quarters, but then pauses. This late in the evening, maybe he’d
better check the Play Room.
Diverging from his path slightly, Jungkook slides down the
banister to the main floor and approaches the thickly lined double doors in
front of him. From his standpoint, everything is silent—no sound managing to
slip from the room—but the minute Jungkook opens the door a sliver wanton moans
and screams flood the hall.
“What are you doing here?” A low voice asks, a hand reaching
past Jungkook and grabbing the door handle tightly. Jungkook manages to see one
woman choking on cock and another in the reverse cowboy position before the
door shuts in his face.
“I came to see you, hyung,” Jungkook replies, grinning, and
he turns to find the Devil sighing and walking away from him. Laughing, he
steps forward and launches himself onto the Devil’s back, wrapping his arms around
the male’s neck tightly, his cheek resting against his shoulder.
“Namjoon hyung~ C’mon~!”
“It’s too late for this, Kookie,” Namjoon sighs, Jungkook’s
weight not impairing his long strides in the least. “You should go back to your
level and sleep.”
“But hyung, I came because I heard something interesting.
At that, Namjoon’s interest perks a little.
“Good or bad?”
“Knowing you, I think you’ll like it,” Jungkook snickers,
slipping from his hyung’s back. Namjoon cards a hand through his hair,
watching his youngest guardian as he leisurely floats in the air in front of
“I should have never granted you flight.”
“It’s fun, you should try it sometime,” Jungkook grins in
response, and then gets back on topic. “I was doing my rounds earlier when I
heard a girl mention you outside a bar. Her nickname for you was quite interesting.”
Namjoon raises an eyebrow, and Jungkook can see the
curiosity slip into his gaze.
Jungkook whispers, snickering when he sees a chill run up Namjoon’s spine, the
elder’s body turning to ice almost immediately. The hall sits in silence for a
good five seconds before finally Namjoon releases a shaky breath and rolls his
shoulder, the bones cracking as he turns on his heel and starts for his
Jungkook is licking his lips happily before Namjoon even
gives him the order.
wonders, absently, in between flipping through the pages of his giant history
book and teasing Killian, if there would ever be a point where he’d actually
have to explain all this to someone. The only other people he
knows really well who are his age are Grace Jefferson and Violet, and both of them
can totally understand the concept of “my aunt who is actually my
step-grandmother is the local librarian and she has decided to employ half the
cast of Peter Pan out of the goodness of her heart”.
Two months later, on the eve of his graduating the eleventh grade, Emma says, “So, have you thought about college?” and Henry thinks, crap.
can yall believe …. i FINISHED an ouat fic ….. for REAL …. anyways this has been a wip for literally the past sixth months, no exaggeration. it was originally inspired by @alchemistc‘s delightful fic “The Worst”, which is where roughly the first mini-scene and the name “amelia” is drawn from. after that, though, this mammoth beast grew into its own mess, and i’ve been working and re-working it for so long that sometimes i forget that it’s not, like, actually canon. speaking of – this is definitely not in line with whatever the heck is going on in canon right now. for example, robins are alive where they are otherwise canonically dead, bc who needs that kind of negativity in their life, u get me? so please – take this with a grain of whimsy. it’s definitely not aligning with canon, and just me having fun with my own son henry daniel mills and his giant mess of a fairy tale family. big BIG thanks to @this-too-too-sullied-flesh and @parlegee for giving me super helpful feedback and actually proofreading this monstrosity. title’s from ya boy jm barrie bc im definitely That Kind Of Person. enjoy, folks!
He gets Cool Kid Status within, like,
the first ten minutes of being on campus, which is a thing that has pretty much
never happened to him before in his life. So when it does happen,
halfway between clutching his map and student ID, peppering his RA with
questions and moving boxes of books into the cramped dorm – well, it’s weird,
It’s also definitely because his mom
looks like one of those tough badasses from straight out of an action movie,
it’s just the way she stands, pretty much, and also both of his
step-dads have tattoos.
Summary:You were just a girl who took some odd jobs from
the Min Syndicate to make some extra cash. When Min Yoongi himself sends
a request for you to come to his mansion, any semblance of your normal
life gets thrown out the window. What sort of dangers will face you once
you become associated with one of the biggest mob bosses?
If there was anything that you should have learned in all of
your years going to various social scenes, it was that you should never, ever
smile at a man you didn’t want the attention of. And yet here you were, the
dumbass girl who smiled at a man who was staring at her and was now was on his
way to talk to her.
thought to yourself, ‘The one thing
Yoongi tells me not to do, and here I am initiating interactions from
strangers. I’ll be lucky if he doesn’t have my head for this…’ You tried
to smile politely as the man stood before you, but you could feel the tenseness
in your own face, so you knew that your smile looked absolutely fake.
“Now you’re a face I haven’t seen around here before…” The
man hummed, his voice smooth as honey. You could tell that this guy was a
playboy, whether he meant to be or not. With his boyish smirk, golden brown
hair, and a muscular frame that you could see even through his suit, there was
no way that most women could resist him, he was just that damn attractive. But
you definitely weren’t most women, and even though you were attracted to him to
some extent, you knew you had to keep your composure. It wouldn’t be good at
all if Min Yoongi’s date was seen flirting with another man.
Living within an underground civilization, it is the dream of each member of the community to achieve Clearance. In order to achieve this, you must be skilled in combat, have impeccable survival skills, and be able to outsmart nearly everyone you approach. Once you achieve clearance you are sent to Ground Zero, the main land where you are sent to protect and fight for the humans who have only known the real world, society as we know it. The day of testing comes; some of the trainees in the sector achieve Clearance, while others are held back for further training. When those who are cleared are sent above, they realize that they aren’t meant to be the heroes they dreamt to be, the protectors that their leaders told them they would be, and the world above was nothing like they imagined it would be.
The indomitable sector trainees realize that all of their lives they were being lied to. They weren’t going to be Gods to the human race… they were prey.
Word Count: 2,836
Authors Note: Here’s part 2 where it really starts to get moving. I’m really excited to see what you think about it. Please send me an ask, or comment, or somehow let me know what you thought! I love to see your responses and reactions!
Also for later on in the story the word seer is pronounced see-er.
Part 2: The Testing
Who would have known that staring at the wall could be so therapeutic? How calming a plain, silver wall could be for someone who was about to face one of the biggest moments of their life. Today was the day that she was going, well all of them were going, to be tested for Clearance.
M stepped up next to Y/n, her eyes trained on the wall as well. She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Y/n looked at M to see that her eyes were closed and her lips were stretched into a flat line.
“That little sprout that you tried to calm down yesterday wants to talk to you. You should go now before the testing begins.” her voice was void of emotion as the monotonous tone continued, “She says she has something important to tell you.”
Y/n nodded her head, “Funny how she wanted nothing to do with me yesterday and now she wants to talk to me.” A long pause made it seem like time stood still, “Are you ready for today?”
“Could I ever be?” M asked, turning to Y/n. “We all want to achieve Clearance, but we leave all that we’ve ever known behind if we do. Then there’s the other side of it. What if we don’t achieve Clearance? We either are given a second chance to train and try again or we are made into parents. I’m just scared of what’s to come I guess.”
“Aren’t we all.” Y/n stated before patting her on the back. “I better get to the sprout before it’s too late. I’ll see you at the testing, M.”
Making her way down the corridor, Y/n, tried her best to keep her mind clear while she made her way to the Sprout Sector. She passed a few of the other trainees who seemed to be trapped in their own minds with the thought of the testing coming up. None of them greeted each other, none of them lifted their eyes from the ground. They were acting as if they had never met each other.
Turning the corner to enter the Sprout Sector, she was immediately stopped by Elora, the head of the Sprout Sector. It was her job to make sure that all the children were accounted for, that they remained healthy, and that they were continually educated to the highest degree. Of course she had help, but she was the one who ran the circus there.
“Y/n, shouldn’t you be preparing for the testing?” she said, almost robotically.
“I’ve come to speak with a sprout upon her request.” Y/n spoke formally, showing her respect to the leader. “It should only take a short amount of time, then I will return to my preparation.”
Eyeing her curiously, Elora gave her a curt nod and stepped to the side to allow her to enter. Once past the initial entrance, the Sprout Sector split into two separate hallways. One led to the sleeping quarters and the other led to their rec area where one would think that the Sprouts would be able to run freely, socialize and entertain themselves. But, no, the rec room was full of brain building activities, physical challenges, and survival scenarios. Once you came to the community, your life was training during the main portion of the day, and you had the evenings for personal practice, studies, and free time.
Entering the rec room, Y/n’s eyes scanned over the squirrely little children who were being walked through stations by their trainers. She had to rely on her mental image of the sprout to be able to locate her due to that fact that she never knew her name.
There was a tap on Y/n’s lower back. Turning around she lowered her gaze to find just the sprout she was looking for. “Hello,” she tried and failed to make her voice seem light. It was rare for the older trainees to interact with the sprouts beyond their entrance day. “I was told you wanted to talk to me.”
“Hello, Y/n.” the child returned her greeting, eyes focused on Y/n so hard that she looked like she wanted to chew her up and spit her out.
Shocked that the child knew her name she asked, “Did someone tell you my name? Well if you know my name I think I should get to know yours! Doesn’t that sound fair?”
With a hardened expression the little girl took a step forward, “Not everything is fair. I’ll still tell you my name. My name is Willa.”
Y/n took in the sprout’s newly changed appearance. Her dark, kinky curls were now braided back into a puffy ponytail. Her eyes held none of the innocence that they had the previous day. The golden brown color of those once innocent eyes had now changed to a deep, dark chocolate shade.
The shift in appearance and attitude tended to happen quickly once the sprouts were dropped off, but Y/n had never seen one this drastic. The once sensitive little girl now wore a hard outer shell and spoke like she was trained to be short and to the point.
“Well, Willa, what did you need me for?”
Willa beckoned Y/n to come down to her level so that they were eye to eye. There was no denying that this child radiated leadership and dominance, which wasn’t what Y/n had predicted she would be. “I wanted to tell you something.”
Curious, Y/n took Willa’s tone as an indicator that she wanted her to come closer, “What is it?”
Willa leaned in, her hand cupping around Y/n’s ear and whispered, “You’re not going to like it up there.”
Eyebrows pulling together Y/n asked, “Why?”
Willa whispered again, “It’s not what you think it is.”
Those words sent shivers down Y/n’s spine which was a sensation that she rarely experienced. She leaned back, her eyes flickering to everyone around them before looking back at Willa.
“Willa,” she cautiously looked around the room again, “How do you know this?”
Willa shrugged as if the answer was obvious, “I had a daydream about you. You were sent up and you weren’t happy. You kept screaming, GET DOWN GET DOWN!” Willa acted the scene out as she spoke.
Realization dawned on Y/n, “You’re a seer.” she mumbled in awe as she stared at the sprout.
“A what?” Willa’s monotonous tone asked.
“A seer.” Y/n stated. “You can see little parts of the future.”
Being a seer wasn’t a super power. None of them had super powers, but there were a few who were connected on a much deeper level with their intuition emotionally and mentally. The trainees were told that in the society on Ground Zero, people referred to seers as psychics or mediums. Many people didn’t believe in psychics or mediums because they believed that they held no validity. They were correct, most held no validity but some did, and that was because they were descendants of past seers, but they would never truly understand their gift because they were never taught how to harness it.
Usually each class of trainees had from about 5 to 10 seers. It was clear that this new crew already had one with Willa, so there were bound to be a few more. The issue with being a seer was that many people relied on you for safety, but you can’t control what you see. You can’t demand to be shown something. It simply happens when it happens and you have to hope that they see it in time.
The issue with Y/n’s class, The Indomitable Sector, was that they only had one seer in the whole class which until then had been unheard of. Their seer’s name was Selena and she also happened to be Y/n’s best friend out of everyone she had grown up with. Selena, like Willa had been an early bloomer with her visions. She started to get glimpses and flashes of the future at a young age which progressed her into the training at a younger age than seers usually do. Sometimes, Selena even foresaw practice battles Y/n was going to have and would tell her what to do in order to defeat her opponent. But, as essential as it was for Selena to achieve Clearance, there was no guarantee that she or anyone else would.
“Y/n.” Elora’s demanding voice pulled her from her thoughts. She hadn’t realized that she now had Willa’s wrists locked in her hands as she unknowingly stared her in the eyes. “I think it’s time for you to get ready for the testing.”
Dropping Willa’s arms she rocked back on her heels to stand up, “You’re right. Thank you, Willa, and if I don’t see you again, good luck.”
Willa forced a smile before turning away and resuming what she was doing before. Y/n properly acknowledged Elora one final time before exiting the Sprout Sector to return to her quarters to ready herself for the test of Clearance.
“Okay, trainees, here’s a quick run over of what the testing will look like.” Cohen boomed as he stood before all the trainees who were dressed in dark colored gear that would be sufficient enough for battle, but would also aid them in their survival.
“Listen and listen closely because they will not be said again!” Genesis spoke.
Clearing his throat, Cohen began, “You will each start with the battle testing. We have paired you with each other for this. We are not scoring based on whether you win or not, we are basing it off of your ability and skills. Even if you lose, your skills can get you Clearance.”
“Once you have completed the battle round, you will then move through the rest of the testing individually starting with essential survival skills, mental manipulation and deception, and a final test that will push you to your limit. At the end of your testing there will be a large screen that will inform you whether or not you have achieved Clearance. If you have, a door will open for you to join those who have successfully completed the testing. If you fail, you will be returned to us where it will be decided if you are going to receive further training or if you will be sent to be a future parent. Does everyone understand?”
With a unanimous “yes sir” coming from every trainee, Cohen started to call out the pairs. Y/n started to feel the nerves kick in and by the looks on everyone else’s faces, they were too. Her eyes flickered a glance over to Leena who held her twin brother Talon’s hand, a hint of fear in her eyes. A couple people down from her was M, who seemed eerily calm. Then there were the Dolan Twins who both stood with their arms folded across their chests, determination the only emotion flooding their eyes. Ethan, especially, looked confident. He was always confident.
Ethan happened to look over at Y/n right as she looked at him. He held her gaze for a solid minute before giving her a warm smile, something he had never done to her voluntarily. He then mouthed, “You’ll be okay” before facing forward again.
Y/n tried not to let his actions get the best of her; she had to stay focused. Feeling a bump on her shoulder, Y/n looked to her right to see Selena standing next to her with a weak smile. “We’re partners for the battle round,” Selena informed her, “I had a vision.”
“Did you happen to have a vision of if we were cleared or not?” Y/n joked even though part of her wanted Selena to actually know.
Selena chuckled, “Unfortunately, no, I do not know. What I do know is… I’m scared shitless that I have to go up against the highest ranked female in combat who will probably kick my ass, but I wouldn’t want to have my ass kicked by anyone else.”
Y/n shook her head in disagreement, “You’re a strong fighter, Sel. You’ve got the moves and the skills. You’ll be fine.”
Selena turned, all the teasing gone, “Don’t go easy on me, Y/n, I know you’ll try. They’ll know you’re holding back. Do what you have to do and I’ll do what I have to do… okay?”
“Okay.” she agreed.
“IT’S TIME!” Genesis shouted, pulling all the attention to her. “It’s time for testing to begin. Remember what you have been taught and you shall be victorious. There are 200 of you. There are no limits to how many can go to Ground Zero, but if you are not prepared to go, you will not be sent.” she reminded them all before heading to a large door.
“You may enter.”
Panting, Y/n wiped the blood from her mouth, the crimson colored spit coating the back of her hand. Selena had gotten in some good shots that she wasn’t prepared for. Quickly gathering her composure and returning to her stance, she dodged Selena’s unexpected fist and delivered one straight into her side. Folding over, Selena groaned, not recovering fast enough to avoid Y/n’s signature kick to the leg followed by a knee to the chin.
After the impact, Selena was on her hands and knees, making no attempt to get back up. Y/n knew that she would remain there until her 10 seconds of no movement was up and the match was over. Selena had demonstrated how skilled she was. She showed every move she had been taught along with the mental sequencing she could use to read Y/n’s body movements. She knew that she had done the best she could.
“8, 9, 10!” an alarm sounded off immediately after Porter, another one of their trainors, finished counting. “Nicely done, ladies. I have imputed your scores and you are ready to move on.”
The two wrapped their arms around each other, unsure of whether or not they were going to see each other again. As they pulled apart they mouthed a quick ‘good luck’ to each other before going through two separate doors.
The next two challenges were easy for Y/n. The survival skills portion was everything that they had worked on over the years. They had to start fires, make a meal out of nearly nothing, be able to stitch up wounds, be able to identify animals and plants, along with a few other things.
The manipulation and deception test required them to use their street smarts along with manipulation techniques that they had learned. They were given virtual scenarios where they had to outsmart the digital human in front of them in order to ensure their safety or get the information that they needed.
Y/n was now at her final challenge. She was moved into an empty room with all gray walls. About 5 minutes had passed and nothing had yet happened. Deciding that it was most likely a trick and her task was to get out of the room, she moved to the walls, slamming her hands against it to find a hollow area or a weak spot that she could bust through. It wasn’t until the final wall she checked that she rammed her fist hard against the surface and slowly, the wall started to open.
“Holy shit.” she muttered to herself as she stared at the person in front of her. “Ethan?”
“Y/n?” he asked, equally as confused.
“Ethan why are you here?”
“I could ask you the same thing!” he raised his voice, crossing the threshold and joining her in the room.
She examined his face, taking in the bruising on his jaw and the scrapes above his brows, “You looked more roughed up than I thought you would.” she told him, pointing to his injuries.
“You do too.” he said, staring at the bruising on her knuckles and then shifting his eyes to linger on the cut Selena had inflicted on her lower lip.
“So,” she started, “What do you-”
“Welcome to your final test.” a female voice rang throughout the room. Both Ethan and Y/n’s heads snapped up. “Please move to opposite sides of the room.” it instructed.
The two backed away from each other till they stood against walls facing each other. From the ground, a stand started to come up, holding something that they were informed wouldn’t be used in the testing.
More specifically, a knife.
“Your final test is a battle against each other.” the voice rang out, “Please, take the knife and take your position.”
Y/n looked down the knife, not noticing Ethan’s eyes focusing on her, worry flashing across them. Both of them reluctantly picked up their knives, watching the stand sink back into the floor.
“Initiating final test.” the voice said, “Battle to the death.”
Request: “Could you maybe do an imagine where Jughead falls for a really positive, popular, smart girl and because of theirs contrasting personalities they run into conflict before realizing they actually compliment each other perfectly? Thanks so much and I love what you’ve written so far!!”
A/N: I loved this idea! I tried not to make it too similar to what happened with Jughead and Betty but it ended up kinda similar, I hope you enjoy!
Summary: Jughead and reader are complete opposites which puts strain on their relationship when she invites him to a pep rally.
Word count: 1'857
Y/N Y/L/N. The golden girl of Riverdale. A straight A student, Rivervixen and friend to all. These were titles you had become accustomed to. You were popular, but not because people feared you like they did Cheryl, or because they idolised you like Veronica. You were popular because you were kind and funny and caring, and because nobody had a bad word to say about you. It was because of this that you were the sweetheart of Riverdale high. Many called you the perfect ‘Girl next door’ which you hated, but unfortunately were used to hearing.
Jughead Jones. The damaged, loner, outsider from the wrong side of the track. An introvert and writer for the Blue and Gold, somewhat obsessed with the murder of the late Jason Blossom, who sat tirelessly in Pop’s diner until the early hours of the morning, working on his novel. And of course, never seen without his signature grey beanie.
Jughead and you were polar opposites, yet there was something about you that drew him in, like a moth to a flame. He admired your goodness and innocence, despite all the secrets and lies Riverdale and everyone in it seemed to hold. He loved the way that you were always able to see the good in anyone and anything, which was something he had never been good at. Never had two people been more unalike, but this didn’t stop him falling for you, hard and fast. You and Jughead had met through mutual friends, and ever since he had been absolutely head over heels for you, and soon found out that you felt exactly the same way. As you had expected, people were absolutely flabbergasted when they found out about your’s and Jughead’s relationship, but you couldn’t care less. You were happy and that was all that mattered.
It was sometimes difficult for you and Jughead to find time to spend with one another. It was always either you tied up with cheerleading practice or school responsibilities, or him working on his novel or investigating Jason Blossom’s murder case. The two of you knew it would be tricky from the very start, but Jughead didn’t realise just how tricky it would be.
“Pop’s tonight?” Jughead asked, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as you grabbed some books from your locker. “I can’t tonight Juggie I have the pep rally remember. I’m really sorry.” You said, turning around to face him. “Oh yeah, of course.” He replied, sounding somewhat disheartened. “Hey why don’t you come? I’m performing with the Rivervixens, I would love you to watch!” You suggested, giving him a huge grin. Jughead’s face contorted slightly, to show his distaste towards the idea. “I don’t know Y/N, a pep rally isn’t really my scene.” He admitted. You frowned slightly, although you knew school activities were something Jughead wasn’t overly comfortable with, you still wanted him to come and support you. “Please Juggie” you whined “Kevin is watching too, you can go with him, and then we could go to Pop’s afterwards?” A long sigh escaped Jughead’s mouth as he rolled his eyes before allowing a small smirk to creep onto his lips. “Okay fine” he said in defeat “as long as you’re treating.” You smiled that bright smile that Jughead could never resist. “Yay! Thank you Thank you Thank you!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms around Jughead’s neck and peppering his face with kisses, making him giggle. “Damn it, why can I never say no to you?” He joked.
Kevin and Jughead sat in the bleachers, the rain soaking through their clothes. Jughead appeared very uncomfortable and had to remind himself that he was here for the sake of his girlfriend, as Kevin Keller talked his ear off about how 'dreamy’ Moose looked in his football uniform. You caught sight of Jughead in the crowd as you walked out in your Rivervixen outfit, ready to perform the routine you’d been rehearsing for months now. You flashed him a grin and waved with your pom-pom. He smiled back awkwardly making you chuckle, before you assumed your position to begin. The routine went swimmingly and once it ended you looked over to where you had previously seen your boyfriend. You couldn’t seem to spot him through the crowd, as the Rivervixens had once again evoked a standing ovation. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion as your eyes scanned the bleachers for him whilst trying to blink the rain drops from your long lashes. Nope. 'Maybe he’s just gone to the toilet or something’ you thought, but your thoughts were interrupted by your friends; Betty and Veronica. “Well done Y/N you killed it girl, as per usual!” Veronica stated, embracing you tightly. “Thanks V, you too.” You told her, and you were ushered over to sit on the front seat of the bleachers beside her and Betty and the rest of the Vixens.
The game finally came to an end, the Bulldogs taking the lead at the last minute, thanks to none other than your friend; Archie Andrews. Everyone shot out of their seats to congratulate him and the rest of the team on their big win. You on the other hand were still curious to where your boyfriend Jughead could have disappeared to. You tried your hardest to find him, but the now pounding rain and excited crowd made it almost impossible. You spotted a mop of ginger hair in the crowd and made your way over. “Congrats Arch!” You said, throwing your arm around the proud Bulldog. “You haven’t seen Jughead, have you?” You asked, Archie began to shake his head slowly. “Nope, don’t think so, sorry Y/N.” You congratulated him once more before searching the crowd again, looking for Jughead but instead bumping into Kevin. “Y/N you were amazing!” He mused enthusiastically. “Thanks Kev, erm, do you know where Jughead is?” Kevin’s face dropped from his usual smile to a much more serious face, making your heart drop into the bottom of your sneakers. “Just before you finished your routine he just got up and left, without a word. I’m sorry Y/N I tried to stop him!” Kevin told you. A frown found it’s way onto your face, making you feel somewhat hurt that you boyfriend had somewhere more important to be. “Oh ok” you said, your eyes finding the ground. “Well I suppose I better go find him, I’ll see you later Kev.” You said, giving him a half hearted smile and turning to run in the direction of the one place you knew Jughead would be.
You stepped through the heavy metal door, surrounded by bright lights, into the familiar warmth of Pop’s diner. The place had a familiar smell in which you found comfort, and the soft music that played from some invisible speaker was always relaxing. You spotted Pop at the desk and stepped over to him. “Hey Pop, has Jughead been by tonight?” You questioned. He pointed his pen to Jughead’s usual table in the corner where you could just make out a figure leaning against the window. “He’s been here for the last couple of hours. Hasn’t even been writing tonight, just sitting.” You thanked Pop and walked over slowly to see clear as day, Jughead Jones sitting at the table, his beanie-less head resting against the window, a small cup of black coffee on the table in front of him. He must have sensed your presence, or seen you out of the corner of his eye as he turned his head to see you, before turning back to fix his gaze to his coffee cup. You sighed, the concern inside you growing even more. “Jug what’s going on?” You asked him gently, sliding into the booth beside him. He stayed silent for a few seconds and you thought maybe he was giving you the silent treatment, before he mumbled. “I’m sorry Y/N.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Sorry? Sorry for what?” This made him raise his head finally, to look at you again. “Sorry I left” his voice was somewhat raised this time which you had not expected. “I watched you out there and it just made me realise how different we really are. It’s not going to work out and we both know it!” He told you, causing your breath to catch in your throat. “W-what?” You muttered. “Come on Y/N. Why are we even trying? You’re the golden girl who everybody loves, who dances at pep rallies and gets straight A’s. I’m the loner with a dead beat dad who came from the wrong side of the track. Who are we trying to kid here? How long can this really last?” You weren’t sure where this outburst came from, but it sounded like something that Jughead had been thinking about for a very long time. “Has it ever occurred to you just how different we really are?” He said, lowering his voice this time, in fear of attracting attention to you both. His words hurt, and you couldn’t pretend otherwise. A single tear slipped down your cheek, and Jughead realised this was the first time he’d ever seen you cry. You’d always been so positive, so happy, and he hated that he’d been the one to hurt you.
You were almost speechless, but managed a small “But I love you Jug.” Your voice sounded so small and so weak as you imagined a life without Jughead in it. The thought was almost unbearable to you. “I don’t care about any of that, I love you.” You said again, and this time your hands made their way to either side of Jughead’s face. His eyes closed and you could see that he too was trying to hold back tears. His hand found its way up to yours, and he let out a shaky breath. “I can’t wake up every morning wondering why you’re with me, or worrying that you’ll leave me one day for a member of the football team. Someone who watches your pep rallies, and takes you to school dances.” He admitted. Your heart suddenly shattered as this boy revealed to you his insecurities and fears. You realised that he hadn’t been saying all this to upset you, but because he was scared of losing you.
“Jughead why can’t you see that none of that matters to me. You’re my boyfriend and I want to be with you!” You told him, and you noticed the smallest smile creep onto his face. You pulled his face closer to yours and pressed your lips to his for a chaste kiss, before placing your forehead against his. “I’m so sorry Y/N. I’m just scared of losing you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I just got scared you know.” He admitted. You have him a sympathetic look. “I love you Jughead Jones, no difference between us is going to change that.” You buried your head into his shoulder, your hands intertwined beneath the table. “I love you too Y/N, and you know what that say, opposites attract.”
hello!! you probably know my blog if you’re tagged and you probably also have no idea what my name is or what i’m about so here: i’m bee, i’m a brown muslim girl who grew up in dubai but my parents are indian, also i’m pretty gay
so i’ve been on tumbler.org for about four or five years, and left, but i came back in early summer 2016 after i read throam. i didn’t really do anything with it besides make shitposts and ramble about my life which is why i was so surprised when i found out im getting closer to 1k, and i decided to do this thing (that literally no one asked for now that im at one thousand followers wtf??)
anyway here’s a little thank you to every single mutual that has tried and failed to be proper friends with me and still stuck around even though i couldn’t really be friends with any of them bc my offline social handicap decided to follow me here as well, and to every mutual who’s been so incredibly nice to me, and every mutual who i see in my notifs and every other blog that doesn’t follow me back but has inspired me to keep this up (keep what up lmao) alright im gonna stop rambling
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