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Prompts for writing, journals, get to know me’s or whatever

About me

Am I a clean or messy person?
Am I a tea or coffee person?
Am I a vegetarian/vegan?
Am I afraid of heights?
Am I allergic to anything?
Am I an early bird or a night owl?
Am I an extrovert or introvert?
Am I an innie or an outie?
Am I easily embarrassed?
Am I in a relationship?
Am I left or right handed?
Am I much of a daredevil?
Am I scared of the dark?
Am I social?
Am I superstitious?
Am I ticklish?
Can I bake?
Can I cook?
Can I curl my tongue?
Can I dance?
Can I drive?
Can I juggle?
Can I play poker?
Can I roll my r’s?
Can I sing?
Can I spell well?
Can I swim?
Can I wiggle my ears?
Do I correct people when they make mistakes?
Do I have a collection of anything?
Do I have a strong accent?
Do I have any nicknames?
Do I have any pet peeves?
Do I have any piercings?
Do I have any strange phobias?
Do I have more girl friends or boy friends?
Do I have much of an ego?
Do I judge a book by its cover?
Do I like bubble baths?
Do I like classical music?
Do I like clowns?
Do I like my handwriting?
Do I like roller-coasters?
Do I like scary movies?
Do I like shopping?
Do I like to gossip?
Do I like to talk on the phone?
Do I like travelling?
Do I play any instruments?
Do I sleep with the lights on or off?
Do I smile at strangers?
Do I suck or bite lollipops?
Do I talk to myself?
Do I tend to hold grudges?
Do I use earphones or headphones?
Do I use sarcasm a lot?
Do I want any tattoos?
Do I wear glasses?
Have I ever been on a plane?
Have I ever been on tv?
Have I ever been to the hospital?
Have I ever crashed a car?
Have I ever got in trouble with the law?
Have I ever had a rumour spread about me?
Have I ever had braces?
Have I ever pulled an all-nighter?
Have I ever skipped school?
Have I ever started a rumour?
Have I ever thrown up in the car?
How long does it take for me to get ready?
How many relationships have I ever had?
How old was I when I first got my period?
How tall am I?
What am I most likely to be doing when I am outside?
What am I usually doing on a Friday night?
What are my favourite bands?
What are my favourite flowers?
What can I smell in the air?
What colours mostly dominate my wardrobe?
What is my appearance like?
What is my culture?
What is my current wallpaper on my phone?
What is my full name and why did I get it?
What is my greatest strength?
What is my greatest weakness?
What is my guilty pleasure?
What is my Hogwarts house?
What is my most expensive piece of clothing?
What is my most heavily used makeup product?
What is my most used phrase?
What is my most used word?
What is my personality like?
What is my personality type?
What is my religion?
What is my spirit animal?
What is my strangest talent?
What is my zodiac sign?
What is one trend that I completely bought into?
What is something I can’t do no matter how hard I try?
What is something I hated as a child that I like now?
What is the last thing I bought?
What is the longest I’ve ever gone without sleep?
What is the pet I would like to have?
What is the worst injury I’ve ever gotten?
What language do I want to learn?
What video games do I play when I want to relax?
What was the last book I read?
What was the last movie I saw?
What word do I always use as an exclamation?
What word do I always use to describe something great?
Where do I currently live?
Which is my favourite season?


Favourites

What is my favourite accent?
What is my favourite animal?
What is my favourite band?
What is my favourite childhood book?
What is my favourite colour?
What is my favourite drink?
What is my favourite flavour of ice cream?
What is my favourite food to eat on a rainy day?
What is my favourite food to eat on a sunny day?
What is my favourite number?
What is my favourite place on the planet?
What is my favourite radio station?
What is my favourite sandwich?
What is my favourite snack?
What is my favourite song?
What is my favourite swear word?
What is my favourite word?
What is my favourite thing to wear?


People

Do I remember the day I met …?
How are my mother and I similar and different?
What are the compliments I have given other people?
What are the compliments people have given me?
What do my best friend and I have in common?
What gifts would I like to give everyone?
What if I could meet anyone on this planet – who would I choose?
Where is my best friend?
Which actors & actresses do I trust enough to watch whatever they’re in?
Which teachers inspired me the most?
Who are my favourite characters?
Who are my friends?
Who are my parents?
Who are my sisters?
Who are the new people I met? – their names and where we met
Who are the writers I trust enough to read anything they write?
Who brings the sunshine on the days I see nothing but a grey sky?
Who is my best friend?
Who is my celebrity crush?
Who is my favourite youtuber?
Who is my role model?
Who is my secret valentine?
Who is someone I admire?
Who is someone that saved me?
Who is the most intelligent person I know?
Who is the most supportive person in my life right now?
Who was the last person I texted?
Who would I like to go on a midnight adventure with?
Who would I love to randomly see this week?
Who would I really like to hug?
Who would I really like to punch?
Why am I grateful for …?
Why am I grateful for dad?
Why am I grateful for mum?


Music

A playlist for 12-year-old me
A playlist for throwback Thursday
A playlist for when I’m angry
A playlist for when I’m in love
A playlist for when I’m in the mood to party
A playlist for when I’m sad
A playlist of songs that I have on repeat
A playlist that makes me want to dance
A playlist that makes me want to sing
A playlist to inspire me
A playlist to listen to on the bus/train
A playlist with the classics
A song that really speaks to me
A song that was stuck in my head today
Bands and their logos
Song lyrics
What are the first 6 songs when I put my playlist on shuffle?
What song always brings a smile to my face?

Places

A place where the architecture made me want to wake up and see the city skyline every morning
A place where the customer service made me tip £100
A place where the memories were unforgettable
A place where the nature made me want to live in the middle of nowhere
A place where the people restored my faith in humanity
How to get to my favourite place
Places I have never been to but want to see.
Somewhere I want to go before I die
Somewhere I want to go before I turn 20
Somewhere I would rather be right now.
What are the popular places in town?
What is the worst place I’ve been to?
Where is my favourite place to shop?
Where was I born?

Lists

A list of every single song on the albums released by my fav bands

Every tom and jerry’s ice cream flavour (I want to try).

Places I would like to see.

Sounds I like.

Sounds I dislike.

Sports I like.

Star signs.

The first 5 things I saw on my way home.

The first 5 words that come to mind.

The main roman gods.

The main Greek gods.

Things I don’t own but like.

Things I want to buy.

Top 10 episodes to watch

Top 10 favourite quotes.

Top 10 movies to watch.

Top 10 people I want to meet.

Top 10 places in Manchester.

Top 10 restaurants I love.

What is the sentence on line 13 of page 23 in the book nearest to me?

What movies do I watch when I’m feeling down?

What tv shows do I always recommend?

What were my favourite tv shows as a child?

What words don’t seem real to me?

Wish list



Experiences/Memories

A memory in summer

A memory in winter

A memory with my family.

A memory with my friends.

I’ll never forget the day (a teacher) did this.

Memories from high school

Special moments I want to witness.

The story behind my first kiss

The story behind my last kiss

The stories behind my scars

What are the memories I never want to forget?

What is my saddest memory?

What is the first thing I remember?

What is the funniest thing I remember?

What was my most embarrassing moment?

What was the happiest day of my life?

What was the last concert I went to?

What was the most amazing thing I’ve ever witnessed?

What was the most disappointing thing in my life?

What was the most nervous I’ve ever been?

What was the saddest day of my life?

When was I last scared for my life?


Letters

A note to my favourite teachers.

Dear _____, I would like to tell you.

Dear 5-year-old me.

Dear 10-year-old me.

Dear 13-year-old me.

Dear 15-year-old me.

Dear 16-year-old me.

Dear 18-year-old me.

Dear 21-year-old me.

Dear 25-year-old me.

Dear all the boys I’ve liked.

Dear someone I need to forgive.

Letters to my future children.



Questions to answer

A wise person learns from the mistakes of others – do I agree?

Advice to any if the new kids at sf.

Am I a bad loser?

Am I a good liar?

Am I a writer?

Am I an artist?

Am I good at giving advice?

Am I happy with myself?

Am I happy with the person I’ve become?

Am I the kind of friend I would like to have as a friend?


Books I always reread

Can insanity bring on more creativity?

Do I admit when I’m wrong?

Do I believe that people are capable of change?

Do I belong here?

Do I hold grudges?

Do I have trust issues?

Do I like confrontation?

Do I live or do I just exist?

Do I prefer to be on camera or behind it?

Do I really want a cat?

Do I trust easily?

Have I ever been bullied?

Have I ever been on a date?

Have I ever felt like I wasn’t enough?

Have I ever felt rejected by my friends/family?

Have I ever had a friend turn into an enemy?

Have I ever had a paranormal experience?

Have I ever had a public perception of me change from good to bad?

Have I ever had a song or poem written about me?

Have I ever hopelessly failed a test?

Have I learnt from my mistakes?

How am I feeling?

How do I find comfort when I’m sad?

How do I vent my anger?

How do I want to be remembered?

How could I avoid getting hurt?

How does a (any appliance around the home) work?

How I think will determine how I live – agree or not?

How would I define my sense of humour?

What am I like when I’m angry?

What am I most afraid of?

What are some things that stand between me and complete happiness?

What did I like about being a kid?

What did I want to be when I was younger?

What do I admire most in others?

What do I hate about sf?

What do I hate most about myself?

What do I love most about myself?

What do I notice first when I see someone?

What do I think about selfies?

What do I think about the most?

What do I think could be improved in the educational system?

What do I think people think of me?

What do I touch first when I stick my arms out?

What do I wish I didn’t miss?

What do I wish for every night?

What does a rainbow mean to me?

What fictional character do I wish was real?

What fictional universe would I like to be a part of?

What is an experience that has made me stronger?

What is an item of clothing or jewellery you’ll never see me without?

What is my biggest dream and how do I plan on making it become a reality?

What is my biggest what if?

What is my greatest achievement?

What is my greatest failure?

What is my secret weapon to get someone to like me?

What is one aspect of myself that I feel confident about?

What is one thing I am interested in learning more about?

What is something that makes me feel vulnerable?

What is the best gift I’ve ever received?

What is the first thing I think of when I hear the word ‘heart’?

What is the hardest lesson I have had to learn in life?

What is the ideal age to be and why?

What is the most scandalous situation I’ve ever been involved in?

What is the nicest thing about a person?

What is the single best decision I’ve made in my life so far?

What is the single worst decision I’ve made in my life so far?

What makes a great relationship?

What makes me smile?

What motivates me to succeed?

What part of my life would I relive if I could?

What part of my life would I remove if I could?

What question am I afraid to tell the truth to?

What questions would I ask to get to know someone better?

What was I doing at 12am last night?

What was I like as a child and how did my personality change as I got older?

What was my favourite subject in school?What was the last lie I told?

What was the most ridiculous thing that made me cry?

What will I do in university?

What would I change about my sf?

What would I change about my life if you knew I would never die?

What would I change about the world?

What would I like to change this year?

What would I do differently if you knew that no one was judging me?

What would I do in the event of an apocalypse?

What would I have to see to cry tears of joy?

What would I want written on my tombstone?

When did I experience stage fright or nervousness in front of a crowd?

When do I feel most at peace?

When did I last send a handwritten letter to someone?

When did I not speak up, when I know I really should have?

When did I witness something controversial and had to keep it a secret?

When was the last time I cried?

Where do I see myself in 10 years’ time?

Where do I want to live?

Where is the best place to get pizza?

Where would I go if I got a plane ticket to anywhere?

Which do I value more in others, brains or beauty?

Who do I get on with better, girls or boys?

Who do I miss the most?

Who do I need the most?

Why couldn’t I get out of bed this morning?

Why couldn’t I sleep last night?

Why do I hate insects?

Why do dogs hate me and I hate them?

Will you lend me a hand – how do I think this idiom got started?

Would I ever spread gossip?

Would people consider me a diva?

Archie Andrews Imagine

“I Hate Parties”

Summary: Betty and Veronica were always dragging you out to parties, the only thing that makes this one any better is the arrival of the one and only Archie Andrews.

Word count: 3030

a/n: It’s way longer than I thought it was gonna be but what the heck. Sorry if it sucks but I suck so it’s appropriate.

Parties had never really been your thing. Like you liked going out sometimes, and every once in a while you would be in the mood to dance, but after a while it just felt boring. Every time you got ready on Friday nights with Betty and Veronica you would be excited; ‘This time will be different,’ you’d think to yourself. But time after time it would end up the same way with the same house of people dancing to the same music and playing the same game of beer pong. Tonight was no exception.

“Can we leave yet?” you yelled over the booming bass to B and V, trailing behind them.

Veronica turned her head to answer you, “Okay, we literally, and I mean literally, just walked in. You haven’t even had time to get bored yet!” She pushed through the crowd and led the trio to the bar in the corner of the room. “So,” she turned to you and Betty with 3 shot glasses, “shots anyone?”

You rolled your eyes and looked to Betty for a go/no-go. “I’m convinced that you have some sort of radar or sonar or something when it comes to finding alcohol” Betty joked back.

“It’s residual from my days in New York,” she said handing each of you a shot glass. “Gentlemen, to our wives and girlfriends,” she started the usual toast looking at the two of you expectantly. You turned you Betty and completed it simultaneously laughing, “May they never meet” and downed the shot, feeling the vodka burn all the way down your throat. You weren’t a huge fan of alcohol, yet another reason parties weren’t your favorite place, but being drunk was fun sometimes. Since it was the getting drunk that was the annoying part, you generally stuck to vodka. You preferred its nail polish remover taste that could get the job done faster to the slow-working, carbonated urine formally known as beer.

Just then, the music changed to “Cake by the Ocean” by DNCE, a song that was notoriously Betty’s jam. Her eyes widened and she jumped up in down in excitement. “We have to dance!” she squealed pulling your and Veronica’s wrists toward the dance floor.

“I think I’m gonna sit this one out guys,” you explained trying to get out of this inevitable public display of embarrassment.

“What, you don’t dance Chad Danforth?” Veronica teased in a very Veronica-esque way. Betty chimed in, “Because we all know how that ends, Chad dances with Ryan like the whole time”.

“It’s not that I’m too good to dance, it’s just I’m not drunk yet enough to dance”

That must have been an acceptable answer because Betty simply pointed at you and began to back away with Veronica in tow with a “Hey batter batter, hey batter batter, swang,” to which you yelled back over the growing crowd with your hands cupped around your mouth, “I’ve got to just do my thang!”

B and V faded behind an ocean of people and you were alone. Just you and the vodka. Speaking of the vodka…

You turned to the bar and poured yourself another shot and stuck your tongue out at the offensive taste. You poured some coke into a red solo cup and started to walk away then thought better. You turned around and poured some more vodka in with the coke. What? It was gonna be a long night.

You made your way through the room, deliberately avoiding the table with the jungle juice and found a dimly lit corner to lean in.

I wonder where Archie is right now? It’s not like he normally hangs out with us at parties anyway. Since they always happen after football games he usually hangs out with the rest of the team, but you were curious. You would never admit it to anyone, not even Betty or Veronica and especially not to Archie, but you’d had feelings for him for quite some time. There were times when you wanted to tell him about it, he was one of your friends after all, but you truly felt that he didn’t feel the same way. It wasn’t worth the risk.

“You like hanging out in dark corners, loner?”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. You could identify that voice anywhere: the one and only Archie Andrews.

“You like staring into dark corners, creeper?” you shot back.

Archie chuckled and approached with open arms for a friendly hug. “Hey y/n,”

“Hey Tom Brady, great game.” You pulled out from the hug but stayed standing close to him to be able to hear each other over the loud music.

He smiled, “It wasn’t exactly the Super Bowl, but thank you. So, what are you drinking?” He plucked the plastic cup out of your hand. “This isn’t the jungle juice, is it?” he questioned with a slightly alarmed but mostly joking tone. Reggie’s jungle juice was pretty famous, or more accurately infamous.

“God no,” you shook your head, “It’s just coke.”

“Good. Stay away from the jungle juice.” He took a sip and did a bit of a spit take into a nearby plant overdramatically. He looked at you with a faux-shocked expression. “Just coke, huh y/n?”

“Just coke as in mostly coke. As in there’s slightly more coke than vodka.”

“Alcohol’s illegal for people our age you know,” he warned just before he drank half of the cup’s contents.

You narrowed your eyes and leaned toward him as if trying to get a better look, “Why, you a cop?”

He glanced around, checking that the imaginary coast was clear before he leaned in. “You ever seen 21 Jump Street?”

“Ah,” you nodded.

“Yeah.” He said with a laugh, straightening his back and returned the cup to your hand. You thought his hand had lingered for a second touching yours; you were probably just imagining it. You had to be imagining it, but the moment was over before you could really be sure.

“Uh,” you tried to regain your composure. “Betty and Veronica were in the other room dancing the last time I saw them,” You offered figuring this had to be his destination. You were friends/friendly with him but they were all really close. The only reason you even knew Archie in the first place is because you had become good friends with the girls.

He shrugged his shoulders, “Okay.” He blinked at you and didn’t move. You tried to suppress the smile that was threatening to show itself. Maybe he was here for you. The electronic music blared on and you scanned the room, looking for nothing in particular in an attempt to make yourself busy, or at least make yourself look busy. The house was filled to the brim with a mix of people, some you knew, some you didn’t. People were singing and dancing and yelling and drinking and smoking and—okay, you couldn’t ignore it anymore. Archie was still looking at you! You could feel his eyes on you from the side.

You glanced at him and couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh. He was just smiling down at you like a fool. “Is… is there something I can do for you Mr. Andrews?”

He smirked, keeping a laugh to himself, “No, it’s just,” he shook his head looking down at his feet. “Nah, never mind.”

“Oh, come on! What? Do I have something on my face? Is my hair messed up?” You ran your fingers through your hair trying to fix any possible issues.

“No, you look great. I was uh,” he looked back up at you. “It was just that you looked really cute.” He shrugged his shoulders and looked off to the rest of the party, the flashing lights washing his face with a blue and red light, hitting his cheekbones in just the right way to leave a shadow in the hollows of his cheeks. It wasn’t until that moment that you really noticed how close he was standing to you. He was at max 6 inches from you; he could lean forward the tiniest bit and kiss you (if he were so inclined). It all felt too good to be true. He had to be drunk or something.

“How many drinks have you had?”

“Just the sip of your ‘mostly coke’. Why?”

For some reason this answer bothered you more than if he had been drunk. The fact that he called you ‘cute’ while being almost completely sober was, as far as you could tell, reason for alarm. “Let’s go find some drinks.” Frankly, you needed another one.

You grabbed him by the wrist so you wouldn’t lose him in the crowd and began to push through the mess of sweaty bodies toward the familiar bar. You would have made it too, if it weren’t for the jungle juice. You were walking past the table with the punch bowl of the “juice” on it, the bar was in sight, when some random drunk guy with a cup full of, you guessed it, Reggie’s famous jungle juice rammed into you, spilling the entire contents of the cup all over your shirt. Your mouth hung open and the people around you all gasped.

Archie pushed between you and the guy, “Hey man, why don’t you watch where you’re going?” There was some real anger in his voice, and you weren’t going to lie, it was pretty hot.

“Well why don’t you mind your own business?” the guy said getting right in Archie’s face. He opened his mouth to respond but before he could get anything out you put your hand on his shoulder from behind him.

“Archie?”

He looked down at you, clenching his jaw. “C’mon Arch, it’s not worth it.”

He looked back up at the guy for a moment then back down at you. The crowd that had gathered around you all waiting in anticipation for Archie’s response.

He nodded his head, “I know where the bathroom is,” the crowd of people returned to their former activities with sounds of general dismay that there hadn’t been a fight. “Let’s go see what the damage is.” He grabbed your hand in his and led you in the opposite direction as the bar, down a hallway, and into a bathroom.

It was pretty dark in the house so you couldn’t really see how badly it had spilled on your shirt yet. Archie closed the door behind you while you felt around on the wall for a light switch. You flipped on the switch and he immediately gasped sharply.

“Is it that bad?” you asked. You couldn’t being yourself to look in the mirror yet.

“No… I mean it’s…” He tried to think of some consolation to give, unsuccessfully. “Yeah, it is that bad.”

You hesitantly turned to face the mirror, squinting enough to delay the inevitable. Your eyes sprung open and you found that yes, it truly was that bad.

“Oh my god.”

“I told you.”

“This shirt ruined! How am I supposed to wear this for the rest of the night?”

“Well, you did say you wanted to find another drink. I guess it found you first,” You looked at him in the mirror and rolled your eyes. “And I did warn you to stay away from the jungle juice” he laughed getting a closer look at the stain.

You turned to him and sighed, “I have to go home. There’s no way I can walk around like this.” You still didn’t like parties, and this was no exception, but you were actually getting to hang out with Archie alone. This was just your luck.

“Take my shirt,” He blurted out, rather loudly.

“Take your shirt? Like the one you’re wearing right now? Arch as much as I’m sure that every girl at this party would love to see you walking around shirtless, neither of us are at that point of drunkenness yet.”

“It’s fine. Even if you’re got my jersey, I’ve still got my letterman,” he countered, already peeling off his jacket and throwing it on the floor. “It’s not like I’ll be completely shirtless.” You thought about this for a moment before hesitantly nodding your head in agreement. You really didn’t want this night to end just yet. Plus, shirtless Archie.

You took off your stained t-shirt and threw it in the trash, no stain remover was powerful enough to work on that jungle juice. You stood awkwardly in just your plain black bra. You definitely had cuter, but you hadn’t planned on anyone, especially not Archie, seeing you shirtless tonight. Archie pulled off his jersey leaving both of you half naked. And let me tell you he was built with a capital B. Just as he was handing you the jersey, the bathroom door flings open. It seems neither of you had remembered to lock it in the chaos of the dark.

Kevin Keller stumbled into the room, clearly at least a little bit intoxicated. It took him a second but when he finally realized what he had walked into, at least what it looked like he had walked into, his eyes widened dramatically taking in the scene. It was understandable. You were sure this looked a lot worse than it really was.

“Oops!” he exclaimed.

“Kevin, it’s really not what it looks like,” you tried to explain to him with your hands out in front of you as if trying to calm a wild animal.

“Don’t even worry about it you guys. Your secret’s safe with me,” he tried to wink at you but the alcohol in his system just turned it into a sloppy blink. This sentiment did nothing to ease your concern. Kevin was not the person people told secrets to. Kevin was the person people told when they wanted the whole town to know something.

Archie tried to stop him too, “No, Kevin man, it’s not like that. Her shirt just-“

“Hey, you don’t have to explain yourselves to me. I always knew Archie - Y/n would happen. Don’t you worry about a thing. My lips are sealed.” He stumbled out of the bathroom and Archie quickly shut the door behind him, locking it this time.

You both stood in an awkward silence for a few seconds, neither of you knowing exactly what to say.

After about 30 seconds you asked already knowing the answer, “He’s definitely going to go tell Betty and Veronica about this, right?”

“I’m sure they already know.”

You nodded your head and took the jersey from his hand. He slung on the jacket and waited for you. You pulled his jersey over your head. It was big on you but not too big. It smelled like Archie. It felt right. He opened the door and you followed him out of the room, only for him to stop abruptly. You ran into him and then peered over his shoulder at what had stopped him. Who else but Cheryl Blossom joined by Josie at her side.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” she said in her Cheryl way, her eyes scanning up and down. “The quarterback and the rando hooking up at a party together. How cliché. Doesn’t this feel like a bad 80’s rom-com?”

Josie joined in, “Who’s Molly Ringwald in this situation?”

“I’m like Breakfast Club Molly Ringwald and Y/n’s like Sixteen Candles Molly Ringwald. That makes Archie Jake Ryan!”

Neither of you had the patience to try and explain the situation to her. Archie grabbed your hand pulling you in the other direction down the hallway. “It’s been a pleasure as usual Cheryl,” he yelled behind him.

Over the blaring music, you could just make out her say “Or maybe she’s more Pretty in Pink Molly Ringwald…”

He pulled you through a different part if the house to a patio where a few random couples were making out. They were taking up all the seating and he scratched his head not knowing where to go.

“Why don’t we just sit in the grass?” you suggested. You walked over to a far part of the lawn that was dark but still lit by the moon. The music was muffled and distant, present enough that would could have private conversation, but still muted. He sat down crisscross applesauce style and you followed suit, chuckling to yourself. You both sat with your forearms resting on your knees, leaving only a couple of inches between each other.

“We’re finally alone.” He stated quietly, sounding satisfied. The moon lit up half of his face and his fiery locks glinted as he tilted his head.

“Yeah, that’s why I come to parties. To be alone. Just me and two-hundred of my closest friends.” You breathed sarcastically.

He grinned at your reply. He looked at you for a moment. Just really looked at you. He was really seeing you.

He looked away timidly, “You look good in my jersey you know.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Yeah?” He nodded his head. You considered how to reply. “Well I guess I’m just gonna have to try out for the football team then.”

“Or,” He leaned in even closer, “alternatively,” his lips just centimeters from yours, “you could just…” He pressed his lips to yours, lightly but passionately, like it was something he’d been wanting to do for a long time. His lips were soft and it felt right, he felt right. It only lasted a couple of seconds but it felt like forever, in a good way. He pulled back and all you could both do was grin at each other.

All of a sudden, a mess of loud yelling coming from the house caught both of your attention. “Woo!!!” “Oh yeah!!!” “Get it!!!” “Hashtag Archie-Y/n!!!” Veronica and Betty were hanging out of a window calling out to the two of you. You looked up at the sky in embarrassment and Archie just shook his head at them, laughing. They pumped their fists and chanted “OTP, OTP, OTP…”

Archie stood up and put his hand out to pull you up, “Do you wanna go to Pop’s? Or anywhere that isn’t right here?” “Gladly,” you agreed, “I hate parties.”

All Or Nothing - Smut

Originally posted by dylanmysunshine

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 6,244
AN: College AU, all human. This was never meant to be published tbh but you can thank @writing-obrien​ for it getting done. Also shout out to @hardladyheart​ for her late night motivation and @sarcasticallystilinski​ for spitballing title ideas with me.

The song that’s sung is obviously not mine, it’s by State Champs. Listen HERE.



You transferred into Berkeley college in the beginning of your sophomore year. You hated starting a new school, but at least it was college and not high school. You’d been here a few weeks. You hadn’t made any friends yet, just your roommate, but you were more acquaintances. She was an art major and a little quirky, plus her boyfriend lived off campus so she wasn’t around much.

Being a music major had it perks. There were a lot of hot guys in the music department, but most of them were too involved with their own projects to notice you. You were pretty quiet, always lost in your own head. No one would have guessed that you weren’t the least bit shy. And you liked to keep it that way.

However, life had become boring. You finally had the hang of your classes and schedule but you needed to find something else to do with your time. Which is why you found yourself in the music building, standing in front of the bulletin board. Most of the notices were the same, people selling instruments or looking for them, people looking for practice space, advertisements for open mic nights. But one flier in particular caught your eye.

It wasn’t fancy at all, maybe a little creased and wrinkled from being in someone’s pocket. It was plain white, written on with black Sharpie.

GUITARIST WANTED

FOR COVER BAND

MUST LIKE/PLAY ROCK MUSIC, POP PUNK.

CALL SCOTT

310-422-1124

There was a crudely drawn Chewbacca next to it, holding what looked to be a guitar. You chewed your bottom lip in thought. You could do that. You fit the qualifications. You pulled out your phone, typing the number in and saving it to your contacts for later.

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The Habit of Planning

Prompt: During a busy day at Central Park, Lin mistakes Y/N as a paparazzi and he is not happy.

Pairing: Lin x reader

Words: 4,759 (brace yourselves)

A/N: I’ve been writing for this for so long, I’m glad it’s out of my head. I wrote the basis of the fic under the tags for ‘Monochrome’, and a couple of you guys happened to read it and told me I should write it! So thank you to all of you! I hope you guys enjoy!

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Faithfully (Bucky Rockstar AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky, OC Ava Barnes, Steve, Clint, Tony, Wanda.

Summary: Being on the road with your rockstar husband had it’s challenges. What if you found out he was unfaithful? (Avengers AU)

Warnings: babies, pregnancy, possible cheating, tiny bit of language, sex mentions, drinking, nudity, bit of angst, mostly fluff. 

Word Count: 3k (including lyrics)

Song Inspiration: Faithfully by Journey

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A/N: Oof. This idea struck me like lightning. I’ve been working on another fic but felt a little stuck. This one flowed out of me in the space of a few hours. I freaking love Journey and this story! I’ve sacrificed quite a bit of sleep to finish, so I hope it was worth it!! Please let me know your thoughts! Love you guys!! :)

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Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

Brushing your fingertip over perfect round cheeks while marveling at gorgeous long lashes and her tiny pout, you fell in love all over again. This little person had your heart. Well. A good portion of it. Speaking of your heart…

You heard rustling in the next “room” followed by the partition sliding aside. Bucky stumbled out of the bedroom, rubbing a hand over his face. His chin-length hair stuck out in ten different directions and he was clad in only a pair of boxers.

“Morning, handsome,” you greeted him with an amused smile.

He let out a groan, “What time is it?”

“Almost noon.”

“And…where are we?”

You chuckled, “Somewhere in the midwest, I think. St. Louis, maybe?”

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BTS reaction to girlfriends first kiss

 anonymous asked:

Could you do a reaction to bts girlfriend’s first kiss and bts teaches her how to kiss?

Gosh these reactions are long. Even still, I hope you liked them.

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Jin:

Sitting at the table in the kitchen, you played with your phone. It was already dark, the house empty with all the lights turned on only by you. On the counter, a plate of food sat wrapped around with plastic wrap.

You waited without a real care, only moving your head up when you heard the door open up. 

“Jin~” Running up to him, you hugged him tightly, surprising him as he had to catch himself from falling.

“Y/n? What are you doing still awake.” He looked over your shoulder to the clock on your microwave. “It’s one in the morning.”

Moving off of him, you quickly turned around. You made your way to the granite counter, grabbing the plat before turning around. “I thought you would be hungry, so I made you dinner.”

His look on you was soft and full of gratitude. Walking over to you, he wrapped you arm around your waist in a loving fashion. You didn’t think anything of it, instead welcoming the feeling until you saw him moving closer to your face.

Realizing what his intentions were, you quickly moved back. He was shocked, facial expression dropping as he showed an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry.”

You felt bad, knowing you had hurt him. Putting down the plate, you stood directly in front of him. Looking up, your eyes flitted to the side before going back to him. “I haven’t kissed anyone before.”

Jin looked confused, smile gone and replaced with a straight line. “What?”

Speaking up louder, you made sure to explain to him. “I haven’t had my first kiss yet. I didn’t want to disappoint you, or mess up, so I moved away.

Jin smiled at that, moving closer to you before grabbing your hands. 

“You could never disappoint me; if you’re afraid of that, then let me teach you.”

Originally posted by bwiseoks


Namjoon/ Rap Monster:

Namjoon was at his computer, typing away as you watched the tv. Flipping through the channels, you found nothing, opting to just  turn it off all together.

Noticing your boredom, Namjoon set his work aside, putting all attention on you. “What’s wrong?”

You heard his voice, looking at him while crossing your legs. “Just bored, that’s all.”

Nodding his head, he thought for a second. “Well, what would you like to do?”

Shrugging your shoulders you moved to lay on top of him. Wrapping your arm around his waist while putting your head on his chest. “I don’t know.”

Namjoon held you closer, moving you up while taking this moment as one to kiss you. 

Feeling him on the top of you head, you giggled. He started moving down from the top of your head, to your forehead, down to your cheek bone before starting to move to your lips.

Feeling where he was going you stopped him.

He paused, searching your face for what was wrong. Licking your lips, you looked down at him, knowing you should warn him before he moved any further. “I- I’ve never kissed before.”

Your cheeks burned slightly, looking at his face from under your eyelashes before you noticed him smile at you.

“Do you want me to teach you?” Nodding your head, he moved onto your lips. Locking them together, you relished in the feeling, wanting to keep it going before he moved away.

Licking his lips, he grabbed your chin to kiss you again.

“I think I’m going to have to teach you a little more.”

Originally posted by bangtan-tan


Yoongi/Suga:

You were at a park, sitting underneath a tree with your head on Yoongi’s lap. Eyes closed, you let the wind blow and calm you, swaying you to sleep as Yoongi wrote on a piece of paper above you.

Feeling yourself drifting off, you heard a voice from above you.

“Kiss me really quickly.”

Shooting your eyes open, you scurried away from him. “Wh- wh- wh- wh- what?” 

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, looking at you like you were insane. “I said kiss me really quickly.”

Shaking you head, you looked back at him wide eyed. “Wh- why?”

Sighing, Yoongi moved over to your direction. “I feel like I’m missing something for the next part of this song, so I need you to kiss me.”

Freaking out, you didn’t know how to tell him your long kept secret. “Why do I need to kiss you for that?”

Getting closer to you, he explained. “To spark inspiration.”

Your mind went blank, unable to form a sentence as he moved his lips onto yours. At the last second, your hand flew over your mouth, blocking him from doing anything.

Feeling an object that wasn’t expected, Yoongi moved back. Wiping his mouth, he gave you a slightly irritated and confused look. “Why did you do that?”

Removing you hand off your lips, you felt his harsh look on you. “Because you just came to me.”

“So? It’s just a kiss y/n.” He looked slightly mad, not understanding as you spoke loudly towards him, unable to keep back your reasoning behind your actions.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before!” Yoongi’s face dropped, looking at you as your felt your body shrink into it’s self. “I didn’t know what to do, so I put my hand up. I’m sorry.”

Realizing how awful he had just acted towards you, he moved slowly towards you, becoming cautious as he noticed you flinch. “I should be the one apologizing, not you. I’m sorry y/n.” 

Nodding your head, you moved into his arms, becoming calm again as he just held you.

“When you feel comfortable, I would be more than happy to teach you.”

Originally posted by jeonsshi


Hoseok/J-hope:

You were sitting down in bed next to Hoseok. Both of you had different books in your hands, too invested in the words to turn off the lights. 

Your fingers went over all of the pages, flipping them slowly after you had reached the bottom. You were on a specific word, getting to the climax of the story when Hoseok’s voice came from next to you.

“Could you kiss me?”

Your head shot up from its position.  Looking over to his direction, his eyes were intent on you. Shying away from him, you felt you hands start to get clammy.

“Uh, w-why?” He shrugged, setting his book down and shifting to a more comfortable position.

“A part in my book just had the girl kissing the guy and I just thought that would be nice right now.” He seemed like he really wanted to, not moving onto you, but coming out and saying what he wanted.

You had been dating for awhile and had never kiss. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, it was just that, “I’ve never actually kissed before.”

Hoseok looked shocked. “Really?”

Nodding your head, you confessed to him. “I always just brushed it off with other people, sort of how I have with you for awhile. I don’t want to do anything wrong is all.”

Moving over to you, he came close to your face. “Can I teach you then?”

You didn’t move away, instead nodding your head as he moved into you. Feeling him against your mouth, you instantly relaxed. When he moved off of you, you wanted more. 

He saw you chasing after him, smiling to himself before licking his lips.

“I think I may have to teach you for awhile.”

Originally posted by btsumari


Jimin:

Waiting on the couch by the front door, your were eating a quick snack. It was late, way later than you would be able to stay up if it wasn’t for your day off tomorrow. 

You had just put a forkful of cake into your mouth, when you heard the lock click. Soon after, the sound of footsteps made you shoot your head back, gulping down your food before hopping from your place on the couch.

Running forward, you jumped onto Jimin, being stabilized by his hold while laughing into his neck.

“Welcome home Jiminie!” Laughing with you, Jimin moved you lightly off of him, getting a good look at your face. 

“What are you doing up y/n? I told you to go to sleep and I would be there tomorrow.” Smiling widely, you nodded at him, pulling him to sit on the couch before he even took his coat off.

“I know, I know, but when I heard you would be back tonight, I couldn’t sleep.” Jimin watched you attaching yourself to him, rubbing your head before taking off his own coat.

“It’s four in the morning y/n, we’re going to be sleeping all day at this rate.” Jimin pulled you onto his lap, going back to his previous actions and playing with your hair. 

You turned your head to look up at him, chin digging onto his chest while playing with his shirt. “That’s fine, I like the night better. Plus, we can drink hot chocolate while watching the snow fall in the dark.”

Jimin looked down at you, loving how childish you were being before noticing something on the side of your mouth. Moving his hand under you chin, he slid his thumb along it before cleaning you off.

Feeling your lips under his touch, he started moving closer to you before stopping. “Can I kiss you?”

You were shocked at his words, wanting him to, but still afraid. Deciding on just telling him your secret, you nodded you head. “You can, but you need to know that this is my first kiss, so it may not be good.”

Jimin laughed at that, moving his mouth onto yours before sighing into the feeling. You couldn’t get enough, getting the hang of it quickly before he moved off of you.

Rubbing his finger over your lower lip for a second time, he stared at them, moving back for round two after speaking with a lower tone.

“You know what they say, practice makes perfect.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


Taehyung/V:

Walking down the street, many shops passed by you. On either side, clothing and unneeded items shone through the opposite side of their windows.

Taehyung was stuck to your side, multiple bags weighing down his arms as you reached out to take one.

“Here, let me help you.” You weren’t holding anything, feeling bad at your boyfriends struggles while he quickly moved away from you, a large smile plastered on his face.

“Nope.”

You pouted, reaching out again towards him as he dodged your efforts. “Please~”

Taehyung laughed, thinking to himself for a second before bending down to your level. “If you give me a kiss then you can hold one bag.”

Your cheeks blushed a light side of pink. Turning your head away from him, you mumbled slightly. “I- I don’t know how.”

Taehyung looked shocked at that, eyes opened before turning into one of mischief.  “What did you say?”

Quickly you turned your head back, eyes closed in embarrassment as you raised your voice at him. “I said that I don’t know how to kis-”

Suddenly, you felt something on your lips, soft and comfortable that made you melt at it’s touch. Leaning into it, you moved your lips at the same pace as the others, getting the hang of it until they were removed too fast.

“Do you get it now?”

Touching your lips lightly, you wanted to feel his again. Looking up at him, you shook your head, whispering your words only loud enough for him to hear. “No, I think I need to try again.”

Chuckling, he leaned down again, stopping only centimeters away from you as his own eyes looked into yours.

“We can try as many times as you want.”

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty


Jungkook:

Sitting in front of the television, you both were playing a game, competing against each other in a battle to the death. Your seventh win for the day left you rolling around laughing, while Jungkook kept staring at the tv in disbelief or what had just happened.

“One more time y/n.” Jungkook looked at you desperately, already holding the game controller with a finger ready to restart the game.

 Shaking your head, you sat upright. “Why? There’s no reason to. I’ve already won and you can’t beat me.”

Jungkook smiled at you,a look on his face that made you slightly nervous. “How about a bet?”

“A bet?”

He nodded his head. “A bet.”

You didn’t have a good feeling about this, already knowing you may regret what he was about to say.

“Come on y/n. What? Are you scared you’re going to loose?” Hearing his teasing voice, your competitive side came out, a new fire surging through you as it replaced the once nervous one.

“You’ll beat me when pigs fly.” Jungkook handed you your controller, clicking restart as he chuckled at you.

“We’ll see about that y/n, we’ll see.”


Twenty minutes later an you were stumped. How was this even possible to happen?

Jungkook laughed next to you, doing a lame victory dance before turning around towards you. “Now about that bet.”

You suddenly removed your attention from you loss, looking at him before swallowing hard. “Wh-what’s the bet.”

Smirking, Jungkook sat down next to you. You turned towards him, waiting for his words as they came at you like a bullet.

“Kiss me.”

Your mouth went completely dry, all comprehension of the world gone as he started moving towards you making you back up in the opposite direction.

“Wa-wait. I don’t- I don’t know it this is a good idea.”

Jungkook chuckled at your stumbling of words, teasing you further along with your movements along the couch. “Why?  Am I not good enough for you.”

Looking side to side, you didn’t know what to do. Hitting the end of your seat, he kept coming to you, basically on top of your body as you yelled out. “I’ve never kissed before!”

Jungkook’s body stopped, still on top of you as you opened your eyes to meet his confused one. “You’ve never…kissed?”

Nodding your head, you were embarrassed. 

Jungkook was not only your boyfriend but your best friend, a friend who had gotten a lot when it came to people in bed. He always assumed the same of you, thinking of his actions as just another teasing until he saw your reaction. Cupping your face, he moved closer to you, stopping right before reaching you as you looked at him.

“Wha- what are you-”

“Can I kiss you?” Your head nodded of it own accord, giving him permission which he took right away.

Feeling him on you, you squeaked at first. It was weird, something that you didn’t expect to happen this way. Still, you didn’t reject him, allowing him to lead your movements as you followed.

Moving off of you, he looked down at you, smiling at your almost sleepy face as you looked at his face.

Glancing out the window, a persons tv was visible on the other side, a commercial for the local deli showing an unimaginable scene. Bursting out laughing, Jungkook pointed behind you, causing you to turn around as your eyes went wide with his voice.

“Looks liked I really do only beat you when pigs fly.”

Originally posted by yahjiminie


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I Still Exist

Requests: Omg your stories are awesome! I was wondering if I could suggest a newt x reader with the song “Where Do We Go” or “Shatter Me” by Lindsey Stirling? Where the reader feels kinda neglected and depressed for quite some time and newt fails to notice because he is in a lot harsher mood and snaps a lot as a result of working on his book? And one day she goes “missing” and worries newt? Lots of angst pls!(Idk it sounded a lot better in my head)You can come up with the rest. Thanks!       AND      hi !! i really love your stories, and i was wondering if i could request an v angsty one where newt is under a lot of stress and snaps at reader? ❤️❤️

Word Count: 2,701

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

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The workshop smells about how you’d expected when you crawl into the case. A burning mixture evaporates somewhere nearby, partly covering up the odors of the various feed bags for the creatures and the plate of raw meat rotting on the table. You shake your head, disgusted, and slip past the shed. Scanning the field, hand over your eyes to block out the blinding sun, you spot Newt next to a murtlap. He’s on his knees saying something to the snarling creature. You swallow down the heart breaking in your chest. He’s exchanging more words with that beast than he has with you in the past month.

“Newt. Newt!” You shout, crossing through tall grasses and kicking stones out of your way. For God’s sake, “Newt!”

He twists enough to ensure it’s you before turning his back on you. “One minute, love.”

Hands on your hips, you wait as he chatters with the beast. It’s not that you’re against his research, it’s that he’s trying to cram chapters worth of new material into the book. You’d supported his idea when he first told you a month and a half ago. Now, though, you’re not sure you would’ve been so encouraging had you known he would spend every waking minute in the case without you.

“I don’t have all day, Newt. I have to get to the bakery with Queenie before it closes.”

He shakes his head, facing you. “I’m busy, love. Can’t it wait?”

You can feel the tension in his voice, strengthened, no doubt, by the bags under his eyes. “I just need to know if you’d prefer apple or peach pie for dessert.”

He mumbles something that sounds like ‘that’s it?’ but when you question him, he simply says, “I said it’s your choice. I’m sure you’ll make the right one.”

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anonymous asked:

I know requests are closed but could you possible do a little blurb where y/n is Harry's current gf and she gets a little jealous that Carolina is about someone else and Harry's wondering why she doesn't like the song cause every time he asked her about it she shuts down and they fight and h gets mad cause y/n is "hindering his creativity" and they fight but then make up? Thanks love id really appreciate it

I hated that I’d become this person.  Jealousy was not in my repertoire.  I knew the deal when I’d started dating Harry Styles.  He was committed to his art.  He wrote about experiences he’d had which could range from things he’d done to people he’d hung out with.  I was lucky enough to become one of those experiences though he’d never written a song about it.

And maybe that’s where I was stuck.

We’d been dating for a year.  I resisted him at first, I didn’t want the spotlight that came with dating someone like him.  I’m not a girl who walks around in Gucci everywhere I go.  In fact, most weekends I look homeless while I run around LA in workout clothes and not a stitch of makeup.  But he’d persisted.  And he’d finally won me over.  A combination of his kindness and undeniable charm and I fell fast.  He told me daily that I was the one who inspired him.  I was his home.

But yet, he’d never written a song about me.

When he’d come home from Jamaica with new songs burning a hole in his pocket, I was almost as excited as he was to hear them.  We’d been apart for two months with limited communication at his request.  I understood, I didn’t get upset.  But I also wouldn’t say it had been easy.  Missing Harry, whether he was a thousand miles away or two miles away, was just part of my day now.  It went with the territory.

And I was blown away.  I was.  The songs were other worldly.  They were a perfect mix of every artist we listened to together.  They were Harry.  He gave me a little rundown of each song.  What had inspired him, what parts he’d written versus the parts other people had written, how the arrangement came about.  He knew I liked hearing about how the songs were built so he indulged me.  Just one more reason why I loved him so much.

He saved Carolina for last.  He said it was the song that got them out of their funk in the studio when they felt like everything they were coming up with was crap.  I liked it.  A lot.  It was fun and infectious and the kind of song I’d enjoy blasting while driving down the highway.

However, when he launched into the explanation for the song, my love for it dwindled until it was gone.

And that’s where I was stuck.

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Jimmy Fallon (KJ Apa)

Originally posted by danks-gif

Requested by: @bocafuls : can you please do an imagine that y/n is a singer and she has an interview with Jimmy Fallon and KJ is really supportive hehe. have a great day sweet 😽💞

Written by Ky

There’s a few swears and the song is actually written by me

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Your day had been hectic. You’d spent the majority of it in the studio finishing off the last touched of your new album, Last. You were in the car home, shoes off and staring off into space when your phone begins to ring.

“Hello?” You say surprised, you weren’t expecting any calls.

“Y/N? It’s Lilly your manager! I have wonderful news!” Your overexcited manager yells into your ear.

Pulling your phone away from your ear slightly, you smile. “What would that be, Lily?’

“The people from The Tonight Show called! Jimmy Fallon wants you as his guest tomorrow night!!” She squeals.

Your heart stops, and your smile grow bigger. “That’s awesome Lil, thank you so much!”

After pleasantries and details, you hang up with your manager and begin to text your boyfriend.

To Kiwi Daddy: Guess who is Jimmy Fallon’s guest tomorrow?

From Kiwi Daddy: You?

To Kiwi Daddy: How’d you know?

From Kiwi Daddy: A certain Jimmy Fallon tweeted it out. He’s totally fangirling over you babe

To Kiwi Daddy: This is so cool! Will you come with me tomorrow?

From Kiwi Daddy: Of course babe. Idly
To Kiwi Daddy: Ily2

You smile, and throw your phone back into your purse.

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This is it. You’re not freaking out. You’re really freaking out. This will be your first ever live TV performance and interview.

You’re standing behind a curtain listening to Jimmy introduce you.

“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight our musical guest is the lovely young Y/N Y/L/N performing her hit single, Hypocrite from her upcoming album Last.”

The curtains swing open and the lights hit you. The first few beats begin and you start to sway. You do what you always do, loose yourself in the music.

I swear on my life. I’ve done this a thousand times. I’ve sat through it all. You promise, you lie, Then I start to cry. But I’m telling you now. I’m different and its all changed. Damn right. I’m not the same

You get to the chorus and now you’ve got the crowd rocking. You’ve become comfortable and you begin to dance and walk around. You spot KJ in the front row and you wink at him.

You’re such a fucking hypocrite. Everything you do with that stuck up attitude. Got your head in outer space on the freaking moon. And your mouth running off like a some shit motor. You’re such a fucking hypocrite. Wash your hands and face in blood. Then yell at me for doing the damn same thing.

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The song went over super well. You’re now sat in front of the live studio audience facing the one and only Jimmy Fallon. You smile.

"That was quite the performance. I have to say, Y/N. I’m so excited for the album, How’s it coming along.” He asks.

“It’s going so well Jimmy. We’re finishing up the last touches. I really want this album to be something everybody enjoys and that’s why it’s taking so long. This is my first album and it’s my baby. I want it to be amazing.” You say sincerely.

“Speaking of babies, you’re dating heartthrob KJ Apa. How’s everything with him?”

You blush. “KJ is perfect. He’s so supportive and loving and it’s great. The distance while he’s filming is hard but there’s so much social media that allows us to contact each other that we’ve learned to live with it.. He’s here tonight actually sitting in the front row. He’s my biggest fan and I couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend. I’m honestly the luckiest girl in the world with the amount of love I have.”

The Hardest Goodbye

Request: ‘You should write a reggie x reader where they’re dating and Reggie has to leave riverdale for good because of school or something and its really sad, like a homage to Ross Butler. Make me cry’ 

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Warnings: none, this is the fluffiest shit I’ve ever written

Word count: 3316

A/N: I really tried with this one, I knew I needed to write this as soon as I got the request. P.S Ross Butler will always be the best Reggie Mantle

Originally posted by meu-papel-de-carta

(also before y’all come for me I know this gif’s from 13 rw, but I thought it was cute ok)




I awoke this morning feeling as grey as the cloud covered sky outside my window. The day had finally arrived, the day I’d been dreading for weeks. It was the day Reggie Mantle would be moving away from Riverdale, for good. 

It was exactly 1 month and 3 days ago when he told me he’d been offered a place at a prestigious football based school. I was over the moon for him, I remember feeling so proud. My boyfriend was going to be a famous athlete.

 That was until he told me that this school happened to be halfway across the country. Then the pride was replaced with a feeling of nausea, and it had stuck with me every day since.

I tried my best to be supportive and not let him know that with every passing day my heart broke a little more, I became an expert at putting up a front. I did this because I could tell how much he really wanted to go by the way his eyes would light up each and every time he spoke about it. Sometimes I’d slip up with my facade and he’d always be able to tell. “Don’t worry Y/N, we’ll skype every day and I’ll come visit you. I promise”. He would say over and over again. I’d always just nod and smile and pretend that this would be enough.

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Bound II

A/N: THE STRESS LEVEL IS THROUGH THE FUCKING ROOF. I had to re write this entire thing bc my computer shut off and deleted the draft. I promised you guys part two today soooo here it is! Thanks for all the love! We’re almost at 300 followers, yall! Thats the craic lol. Enjoy!


Y/n is lying in her bed, still only dressed in a purple blanket but the biggest grin is plastered on her face. She and Harry had formally introduced themselves to each other; they found out that they actually live in the same town. Y/n began to talk about how insane this all was but the conversation quickly drifted off to irrelevant topics. Now, she’s listening to him blabber on about his week and she can’t help but wonder how or why she’s come to enjoy this.

How did she somehow normalize the fact that she can talk to somebody through her mind? How could she actually be interested in this guy’s personal life after knowing him for less than two hours?

“So..I got it fixed but now I feel like I should just buy another car if the engine is gonna keep failing, ya know” he shares, but she’s too caught up in her thoughts to realize he asked her a question. “Y/n, you there?” he chuckled. She snaps out of her daze and apologizes. “I’m so sorry I was stuck in my head” she breathed.

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Bittersweet 16 | Rucas Oneshot

Prompt: I got requested to do a rucas au oneshot based on my favorite instant star episode awhile back as well as a different request to do another ‘Riley is Josh’s younger sister’ au so I decided to combine them lol. Hope that’s okay! 
A/N: Okay so like I said in this AU Riley is Josh’s little sister and Josh and Lucas (and Zay) are two years older. There’s an obvious connection between Riley and Lucas but he’s afraid to cross that line with her because of his relationship with her family and their minor age difference. Inspired by S01E08 of Instant Star.
Word Count: 6,336 (I’m sorry I don’t know why this is so long)

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“I can’t wait to see you either.” Riley smiled as she chewed on her bottom lip. Her best friend Isadora grinned at her from the other side of the couch before popping a handful of M&M’s into her mouth. She playfully kicked at the raven-haired girl who was now making kissing noises as she dragged out her goodbye over the phone. “Yeah, you too. Bye.”

The two girls shrieked in unison once the brunette hung up the phone. “Could it be the God’s are finally on my side?” She giggled, hopping up and down as she tried to contain her excitement. “I can’t believe I have my first serious boyfriend.”

“I can’t believe it’s Evan Carmichael.”  The bespectacled beauty teases, nudging her best friend. “Does this mean you’re over you know who?”

Riley waits a beat. Fighting the urge to roll her eyes at the mere mention of him. Isadora didn’t need to say his name for her to know exactly who she was talking about. Lucas Friar. He was two years older and best friends with her older brother Josh which meant he was off limits. Not that he was interested anyway.

The crush she had on him started way back in middle school but to him she would always just be his best friends little sister. She was just a dumb kid in his eyes despite their minor age difference. But none of that mattered now. She moved on, she was dating Evan now and was just 1 day shy of turning 16 and having the birthday party of her dreams. Things were finally starting to look up. She was happy.

“That’s in the past.” Riley assured her. “Besides, he made his feelings very clear.”

“That was 2 years ago, Bubbles.” Isadora gives her a pointed look. “Just because he saw you as a kid when you were 14 doesn’t meant he sees you that way now. People change. Feelings change.”

“Izzy, it doesn’t matter how long ago it was. Two years later and I’m still two years younger. I’ll always be two years younger. He’s 18, he’s a senior, I can’t expect him to want to be with someone who still has 2 more years to go before they graduate.” She knew it was the truth but that didn’t make it sting any less to hear it out loud. And even though it hurt, she made peace with his decision.  

Peace or no peace though, she couldn’t help but think back to that week…

Every year before the new school year began the Matthews family would rent a lake house up in Connecticut to celebrate labor day away from the hustle and bustle of New York City. Usually the trip only consisted of the 5 of them. Riley’s parents, her two brothers and herself of course. But the summer after Riley’s 14th birthday was different.

Her parents allowed each of their children to bring along 2 guests. Her younger brother Auggie brought his two friends Ava and Dewey and in true Joshua Matthews fashion wherever he went the other two musketeers, Lucas and Zay, followed.  

Even though her parents said she could bring two guests Riley knew the only person she felt comfortable enough to bring along with her was Isadora. She and Izzy became fast friends in elementary school and have been inseparable ever since. It was nice finding someone who got what it meant to be different and once they found each other they vowed never to let go.  

Because of her lack of friends and an open spot being available, Josh begged their parents to let his girlfriend, Maya, tag along. Her parents, feeling like there was an uneven amount of boys and girls, decides it’s a good idea and before they knew it they had a full house.

It wasn’t until that summer that Riley even thought she had a chance with Lucas in the first place. Yes, she had a school girl crush on the sandy haired boy but in her heart of hearts she never thought even for a second that he would reciprocate those feelings. Not until the lake that is.

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“His Wedding” (Part 7)

Summery:  Modern-Day(AU) Bucky and you are former exes. He moved on but you couldn’t. Since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will go fine with your two best friends, Steve and Natasha by your side.

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Pairing: N/A (lmao)

Genre: Romance/Drama

Warnings: language

Characters (by appearance): Reader, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff

A/N: I wrote this over night and the edited it right now. PHEW! But the wait is ove because this part gives an insight of Bucky’s POV. I know, fucking finally. I think it’s time ya’ll know what he’s been up to. Please give me FEEDBACK, YA’LL I LOVE READING YOUR COMMENTS/ASKS

Tags are CLOSED now! Please don’t put in requests asking for tagging, y’all I don’t feel good rejecting asks. | Sorry for any typos and ENJOY READING!!!

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Lovely Little Lonely: Track by Track


1. “Don’t Come Down”
You’re getting on board. The train is leaving for a new place, and it looks amazing. You are being invited to what is about to begin. The journey starts sweet, but exciting. It’s a song that prepares you for what’s to come and puts you in a good mood. You can’t forget the beat of the song, and I know you’re moving your feet or your head from side to side. “Don’t Come Down” really lives up to the name and won’t let you go. You just want more and more… But don’t worry, you will get it!

2. “Bad Behavior”
The first single. The taste of how the album would be. You already know this song, and even after listening to it so many times you still sing “yeah yeah yeah” like it’s the first time. After listening to the entire album there is no doubt that “Bad Behavior” was the best choice to be the preview of what would become the album. It’s a song that puts you up, that anybody can identify and when you realize you want to go out to a show or a party, just have fun like “English Girls” made us feel, remember?

3. “Lovely”
There isn’t much to say about this song, but its purpose is clear: to create the perfect experience for the listener. After hearing “Bad Behavior” an upbeat song, you go through “Lovely” that calms you down for a few seconds and then The Maine introduces you to “Black Butterflies & Déjà Vu”.

4. “Black Butterflies and Déjà Vu”
There is no other way to say except: this is the best song on the album. From the second the song starts you’re stuck (in the most perfect way). There is no time to breathe. The verses “What would you say if you could say everything you needed to to the one you needed to?” instantly take your breath away. The song is the junction of the best qualities of The Maine’s sound: the upbeat and the melancholic. Every detail is thought perfectly. The changes from high to low (and vice versa) in countless moments… Then in the end you can hear John’s voice and the instruments louder and with (even) more truth. It’s the best thing The Maine has ever done.

5. “Taxi”
“Taxi” follows the quiet and sweet beat of “Don’t Come Down”, but yet they’re very different. It’s a song that starts slowly, but it will gradually gain your heart. It makes you want to meet a stranger in the back of a taxi and fall in love. The Maine has this power to make you feel something you never thought you would feel (or wanted to feel). From the chorus this has already become one of the best songs on the album. And before the song even finishes you’re already hooked. Definitely this is the song that will accompany you to the great moments of your life. “Taxi” is the song that could be the theme song of a romantic comedy when the guy is running to catch a cab to find the girl at the airport and stop her from leaving.

6. “Do You Remember? (The Other Half of 23)”
If you follow The Maine’s work you know how important 8123 is to them. So in each album they try to express it in at least one song that turns to be the "8123 anthem”. “Do You Remember?” is this song in LLL just like “Another Night on Mars” was in the AC. This song takes you to your best memories, the feeling of youth, the friendships that you had along the way and the ones you still have. It’s about remembering the path you’ve gone through to get where you are now. It’s a fun journey about growth and knowing who you are. About the people around you. It’s the song you hear while taking a trip miles away with your best friends!

7. “Little”
“Little” starts with Pat’s drumming that takes over the heart of the song. Then John starts talking directly to you. That’s right: you. His words make you feel special and complete: “It hit me today if it weren’t for you, always just where you are (…) wherever you are in the world, I want you to be there, and only there. Since life would be shitty (…) I hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for…” in a few seconds these words enter your ears and warm your heart. You feel embraced.

8. “The Sound of Reverie”
Well, “The Sound of Reverie” sounds like a masterpiece. As if angels had made this in heaven. And the best of all is that you don’t expect to be THIS good. So when the chorus comes in, you’re already dancing in your underwear as if no one is watching or singing out loud in the shower. This song will build relationships and mark important moments. The Maine, thank you very much for not leaving this song off the album. It will definitely be one of the favorites to listen live!

9. “Lost in Nostalgia”
This is the most different song on the album. The outcast of the group. It has its own rhythm, a beat as if you were in a 80’s nightclub with colored lights and the DJ was playing slow songs for couples to dance together with their sparkly outfits (too crazy? haha). The name of the song already says, “Don’t get lost in nostalgia”. And maybe that’s exactly why the song takes less than two minutes. There’s no time to get lost in the past.

10. “I Only Wanna Talk to You”
As soon as I heard this song the first thing that came to my head was: California. Maybe it’s the vibe, the beat, the lyrics… As the music starts I picture a road with the sea and hills in the background, a red convertible and hair in the wind. "I Only Wanna Talk to You” would definitely be part of the soundtrack of “The O.C.” (how cool would that be?!) if the show still existed.

11. “Lonely”
“Lonely” is a calm and melancholic song. Which by its name is to be expected. The song doesn’t have big lyrics, but it says a lot: “I remember feeling weightless in the deeper end and drowning in the fear again. And the lovely little loneliness would hold me down under the sound of being found. But then it all turned around,” the moment you hear the words being repeated “But then it all turned around,” you know he wants you to know that loneliness is not something that lasts forever. Things change, and change for the better. You overcome what you thought you would never overcome and draw strength from places you never thought you knew how.

12. “How Do You Feel?”
After this roller coaster of feelings, they ask you, “How do you feel?” “You’re alive, but are you living?” It’s as if the album were a journey in which you know different places, people and cultures. Each song teaches you and touches you in a different way. And the journey is now ending… So, how are you feeling after this experience? The most important thing is to be a different person from the one you were when you started. This song closes the perfectly cycle that is “Lovely Little Lonely” and didn’t disappoint in any moment. It only gets better with each song. So I’m feeling proud, excited and overjoyed.

by The Maine All Around The World

“Lovely Little Lonely” is in my opinion the best album The Maine has ever created. The album has the heart, but also the lively beat, the will to live, to discover who you are and where you’re going. It has the perfect sound and the perfect lyrics. Is the perfect match of everything The Maine has done, has been and has transformed into in the last ten years.

The Labyrinth Chapter 4

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin

Word count: 2387

Plot: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12 || Jin Trailer ||

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sidney crosby // rise and fall

warnings: none

who: sidney x reader

premise: you get in your first real fight

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Sidney was the easiest person to get along with. That was one of the reasons you loved him: his mellow, agreeable personality. Sure he was passionate, the most passionate individual you had ever encountered, but he knew how to make a relationship work: compromise and understanding.

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The Catch: Part Three

     Part One II Part Two                        

                                              SUMMARY:

You and Bucky were destined for each other, and everyone seemed to know it but you. The day you met Bucky Barnes, you grew closer with your platonic relationship - that is until one night in the heart of New York, things change. While weeks pass of denying anything could ever happen between the two of you, you realize that unconventional love is the best of all.

Notes: tension, angst, fluff. let me know what you think :)

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a long way out of the closet

I started writing mac and dennis conduct an experiment only a few weeks after I finished watching the show for the first time. it was really a silly little idea - “how about mac and dennis awkwardly realize their feelings for each other, throw their friendship into peril, and then at the end of it, dennis apologizes to mac with a phil collins song and a reference to say anything?” I’d never written fic for the show, and I hadn’t written fic in general in a long time, either, but the idea chipped its way out of my brain and onto a word document that kept growing longer and longer the more nights I poured into it.

I billed it in my head as a macdennis fic, initially. and then it kind of stopped being about mac and dennis getting together, and it really started being about mac coming out.

even when people know you’re not straight, it can still be hard to come out of the closet. coming out to people was (and still is, really) something I did in a really offhand way - a pointed comment here, a quick reference to myself as “bisexual” there, so quick you could almost pretend you were hearing things, if you wanted. and every time I meet someone new, someone who doesn’t know a thing about me, I’ll have to come out to them too at some point. I realized I was bisexual when I was twelve, and I first came out to my mom after a heated argument when I was thirteen, after which I burst into tears; my mom hugged me, and said in a stilted, confused voice that she and my dad had talked about what they would do if one of their kids was homosexual. (homosexual, she said. it felt so clinical.) she asked me at fifteen if I was over “that gay phase” and I said I was.

I was lying, but I felt safer in the closet anyway.

I came out and stayed out when I was nineteen; in the middle of doing my makeup, before going to class, I decided fuck it. fuck it. I’m bisexual. if anyone has a problem with that, that’s on them.

if I had a problem with that, well. I could sit down and think it over. but I knew I wasn’t straight and hadn’t been straight for at least seven years, and there was no point denying it. so, I came out.

no one was surprised.

I tried to channel as much of that as I could into mac and dennis conduct an experiment. it’s part of what drew me into actually finishing it and polishing it and posting it, instead of abandoning it like most of my other stories. I saw in mac the same scared, hopeless kid I used to be -  I saw the abject denial, the weak excuses, the definitive knowledge of being different. the closet as both protector and prison.

and I saw in mac the hope of coming out, the same way I did - some days it’s a flickering candle, one that will extinguish before you ever get a chance. and some days it’s as big and bright as the sun, as terrifying as it is blinding. 

but it’s a hope that keeps on burning. and it’s why I’m so beyond grateful, and I’m purely happy, that mac not just came out tonight, but he decided to stay out. it’s so easy to jump back into the closet, to hide away again, to play pretend. I’ve done it enough times.

it was mac’s decision to not take it back that broke into my heart and reignited every last ember of hope I had for him. it was everything I tried to write in my fic, it was everything I lived through since the day I realized I liked girls too, all those years ago.

I don’t have words to express how proud I am of mac for coming out tonight, and how much hope I have for him, after forty years stuck in a damn closet, to finally start living life.

but I can start with this: thank you rob, charlie, and glenn, for not letting me down.

Farkle x Reader

Originally posted by duhriarkle

Fandom: Girl Meets World

Character: Farkle Minkus

Request:  Can you do a Farkle one shot where you’re together and you start to feel like you can’t compare to Riley and Maya (you feel insecure)so you start to distance yourself from everyone. Please

Requested by: anonymous 

Word Count: 1,748


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     “ Why must Ms.Garcia torture us like this?” Maya whined. It was the beginning of your sophomore year and your new math teacher Ms.Garcia already gave you guys math homework. Even though it was barely your second week in. 

     You all had met up at Topanga’s to do your homework, except for Lucas and Zay who had football practice today. A daily routine you all participated in. It was all still a bit relatively new to you. You had moved to New York last year almost at the end of freshman year. Seeing as you were new and not really fitting in, Riley and Maya had introduced you to everyone and they accepted you into their group. You were extremely happy to make such great friends. You all hung out over the summer and something sparked between you and Farkle. You guys have been dating for a few weeks now. It was great and all, but there had been something bothering you for a couple of days now. Farkle was starting to notice. 

     “ Farkle, you love me right?” Maya asked Farkle in a sing song voice. Your heart dropped slightly. Farkle, Maya, and Riley always had little interactions like that. Little interactions that could only happen if you had known a person for so long. You were a bit jealous of their history. A little part of you wished you had known Farkle for that long. 

     “ Of course I do, Maya. Always. But I am not going to give you the answers to the homework.” Farkle told her as she whined again. “ It’s okay, Peaches. We’ll get through this. We always do.” Riley encouraged Maya. Maya agreed and they worked out the problems together. 

     You were stuck on problem number four and Farkle was taking you step by step on how to get through it. He was so kind to you. He was funny when you needed cheering up, kind when you needed help, and a shoulder to cry on when you were feeling down. He was perfect and always there for you no matter what. It always made you wonder why he wanted you. You didn’t feel anywhere as special as he was to you. Were you special to him? Were you just as special as Riley and Maya? 

     “ Hey Y/N. Have you picked out your dress for homecoming yet?” Riley asked you. You looked up and shook your head with a small smile,” I’m still choosing between two dresses. Farkle and I are matching with purple and I have two purple dresses at home that would be perfect. I just have to make up my mind.” You answered her question. She smiled,” Well I think you both are going to look great.” she complemented you both as Farkle grabbed your hand and kissed your forehead. “ Yeah, we will.” 

     “ What about you and Lucas? Did you find your dress yet?” You asked Riley. She shook her head,” No, we agreed on green, but that’s about it. I haven’t really found a dress that looks good on me.” Riley stated. “ Don’t worry, Riley. You’ll look great no matter what you wear.” Farkle encouraged Riley. 

    Your heart sunk again. You weren’t sure why. All you knew is that you wanted to leave Topanga’s, so you quickly texted your old friend from Chicago to call you. You needed to get out of there. She called you not even seconds later. 

     “ Hey. Yeah. Oh, okay. I’ll be there soon. Bye.” You answered the call and had a small fake conversation with your friend. “ Sorry guys, that was my mom. She needs me to go back home. I’ll see you guys at school.” You told them as you packed your stuff into your backpack. Farkle stood up,” I’ll walk you home.” He suggested, but you shook your head. “ No, its okay. I actually want to walk alone. I need to clear my head.” You told him. He nodded respecting your decision, but he couldn’t help being bothered by your strange actions. Even Riley and Maya were concerned. You always walked home with Farkle. It was the first day he wouldn’t walk you. 

     “ Call me later, okay?” Farkle told you. You nodded and hugged him before leaving Topanga’s and walking home. The whole way there you were talking to your friend on the phone. You told her what you were feeling and she concluded you were feeling insecure. But could she blame you? You were up against Riley and Maya. They were beautiful and had amazing personalities. You just felt like you couldn’t compare.

     The next day you decided to stay home. Your stomach was feeling upset and your chest hurt from the tears you shed last night. Farkle had called you almost a thousand times, but you shut off your phone after the fifth call. He was worried that something was wrong. He hated knowing you weren’t okay and not being able to do anything about it. 

     He went to your house that afternoon and brought you the work you had missed that day, but you refused to see him. Your mom collected your homework from him and made sure he didn’t step into your house. He felt a little hurt. He wasn’t sure what he had done wrong. He thought you were mad at him. 

     After two days your mom made you go back to school, but to the gang it was like you hadn’t come back. You avoided them at all costs. You barely had any classes with them, but the ones that you did you made sure to act like you couldn’t hear them or you just passed the time at the nurses office. The one you avoided the most was Farkle. You just didn’t know how to face him. What to say. This went on for a whole week before the gang decided to intervene. 

     You walked home by yourself again and entered your room without noticing who was in there. You put down your backpack and as you turned around you saw everyone. Farkle, Riley, Maya, Lucas, and Zay were all sitting on your bed. Before you could say anything Zay spoke up,” This is for your own good.” You frowned not knowing what that meant. 

     Everyone, excluding Farkle, ran out the room and slammed it closed. You ran to it and tried opening it, but they were holding it closed. This was it. You finally had to have the conversation you were trying to avoid this whole week. But if you were being completely honest, you were kind of happy that they showed that they cared. 

    You turned around and faced Farkle and immediately felt a rush of guilt go through you once you saw the heartbroken look on his face. “ Farkle I-” he cut you off. “ Don’t apologize. I did something wrong, didn’t I? You’ve been avoiding me at school and you haven’t answered any of my calls or texts. I’ve been running our conversations through my head and I don’t remember what I did wrong. What did I do?” Farkle asked you. You felt so guilty. Farkle had probably been beating himself up thinking he had hurt you. He didn’t know it was just your self esteem beating you up. 

     “ Farkle, you haven’t done anything. I’ve just been going through a lot. I told you there was a family emergency and-” you tried explaining, but Farkle cut you off again. “ Y/N, I know your mom didn’t call you last time. Unless your mom’s name is BFF, she didn’t call you. What’s really going on?” He asked you while standing up, grabbing your hands, and sitting you on your bed with him. You weren’t sure how to tell him, but maybe after you did you would feel better.

     “ Farkle, you seriously haven’t done anything. It’s just my mind making me feel this way.” You told him. He frowned confused,” Feel what way?” he asked you. You sighed as a tear slipped from your face. He wiped it away with his thumb waiting on your response. “ Insecure. I just don’t understand why you’re with me. I’m not as bubbly and cheerful as Riley. I’m not as talented or confident as Maya. I’m not as pretty as either of them. I don’t know you like they do. So why be with me? I’m not like them. I’m not special.” You vented out your feelings and felt a weight come off of your shoulders. It was good to have your feelings out there. Now you were just worried how Farkle would respond.

    “ You say I haven’t done anything, but I have. I haven’t told you how beautiful you are. I haven’t told you how much you mean to me. Of course you’re not Riley or Maya, that’s why I like you. There’s so much I still need to get to know about you. Maya and Riley are great, but I’m not dating them, I’m with you. They’re like sisters to me. I’m sorry if i haven’t been making you feel as special as you are to me. I really like you. You’re funny, sweet, and I love that you don’t care what people say about you. I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you. But anytime you feel like this I need you to tell me. You’re my girlfriend. I want to be there for you no matter what.” He told you. You two hugged as he rested his chin on your head and you rested your head on his chest. You felt so much better now that you two had talked about it. 

     “ Thank you, Farkle. I’m sorry for avoiding you and not talking to you sooner.” You apologized. He shook his head,” Don’t be. Let’s just forget this ever happened and move on. You missed a few days so you must be drowning in homework. You need any help?” He asked you. You grabbed your backpack and showed him all the work you still had to do. “ Let’s get started.” He said picking up your Biology textbook and opening up to last night’s homework page.

     You two laid there for another couple of hours just talking, studying, and watching movies. The rest of the gang left and gave you two privacy. You enjoyed laying there with him knowing just how much you mean to him. You hoped to show him just how much he meant to you as well.



Now he makes sure to tell you everyday how special you are to him…

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Derek Hale Imagine- Love You Forever

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Authors note- So it’s a bit different to my usual imagines, but I hope you enjoy it. You can find the song that inspired me here.

“Turn me” you said, coming face to face with your boyfriend. “No Y/n. I’ve told you before, you don’t want this” he exclaimed. “But I do” you remarked, folding your arms over your chest. “Somethings wrong” he said raising his eyebrows at you. “No” you said laconically, knowing he would hear your heart beat rise. “There is, isn’t there?” he sighed. You nod your head gently and bit your lip to stop it from quivering. He lifted you up and placed you on the kitchen counter top, the place you usually sat when you two were having trouble. “Recently, I’ve been starting to get sick again and my mom got worried and took me to the hospital-” you began. Derek’s heart sank. It brought him back to a similar time a few months back, the Darach had held you in an abandoned building for weeks to try and get to Derek. Unfortunately for you, the building had a high asbestos level and you ended up fighting for your life with asbestos poising. “Well I’ve now been diagnosed with Asbestosis and its why I’ve been so tired lately and why my chest is always in pain" you said, your voice cracked because you were on the brink of tears, you had your whole life ahead of you and it all seemed to come crumbling down. ”So what does that mean? Another operation? Antibiotics? Physio?” he began asking, in a sort of panic. “There’s no cure” you said, as tears began to stain your cheeks. You saw his face deflate, the sadness that clouded his eyes as he walked over and pulled you into a tight embrace. “We’ll get through this” he reassured. “I don’t want to go through this again” you sobbed into his chest. “Babe, I’m here and ill be with you every step of the way. But you’ve got to keep strong” he said, tangling his fingers in your hair. “What if I cant? What am I going to tell the pack? I don’t want them to feel sorry for me, but they’ll know somethings up” you rambled. “Y/n, look at me. Look at me!” he said gently. “We are going to get through this together, without the use of the supernatural. I’m going to be here every step of the way” he continued after you met his eyes. “Promise?” you asked with an involuntarily pout, you held your pinky finger out. “I promise babygirl” he said without hesitation, joining to pinky promise you. It was childish, but it was yours. You loved him and he adored you, you were just glad you had a boyfriend like him to support you through something like this.

Weeks had gone by and things only seemed to get better. The pack didn’t suspect anything, due to Derek teaching you how to hide your chemo signals and the pain was almost non existent especially with Derek removing it any chance he got. The only thing that seemed to be an annoyance was all the check-ups at the doctors and the constant coughs you caught. Derek had stuck to his word, he hadn’t left your side once. For a time you felt like a normal teenager; you moaned about homework, left important essays to the last minute, made plans with Stiles to prevent you all from getting killed, snuck out in the middle of the night to meet your boyfriend and worried about pointless things like your favourite show ending (Because Same). You were even invited to one of the biggest parties of the year, including the rest of the pack. Maybe things were starting to look up for you after all.

“Allison, Scott, Y/n!, come on we’re leaving!” Stiles shouted from downstairs. The two of you were trying to help him after he accidently split his jeans (long story). “One second” Scott shouted, followed by a wince after Allison accidently pricked his skin. “My arm is getting tired, hurry up” you whined, you had to hold him up while Allison sewed his jeans. “Guys come on, we’ll be late if there’s traffic!” Stiles shouted up again, obviously getting restless. “Go and start the engine then” Allison shouted in frustration, finding the task more difficult than it should have been. “What’s taking so long?” Lydia asked as she swung open Scott’s bedroom door. “Forget I asked” she added, slowly backing out of the room. “I’m just sewing his jeans and Y/n is holding him up” Allison let out a giggle after realising how weird it must have looked. “You do know you could of taken the jeans off and then sewed them?” Lydia shook her head. The three of you sighed at the same time and you and Allison stood back up. “That would of been a lot easier” you confirmed with a head nod. Lydia shook her head again and laughed, before gesturing for you all to hurry up. When you all got into the jeep, Stiles was staring at you all in hopes of some sort of apology for keeping him waiting. You all simply ignored it, you ruffled his hair and Scott punched him playfully in the arm. “I’m glad you came Y/n” Stiles smiled at you through the wing mirror. “I always come to parties?” you smiled but with a questioning look. “You never come to parties without Derek” Scott agreed. “Well, sometimes you just got to live it up- any day could be your last” you mumbled the last part. Allison shot a quizzical look from next to you, but brushed it off after you began singing happily to the radio a few seconds later.

You hadn’t been at the party for more than an hour when you started getting chest pain, you tried to convince yourself it was just heartburn from the vodka shots, but you knew different. You stumbled into the bathroom and began doing the breathing exercises your doctor taught you, but they didn’t seem to be working. You reached in your pocket to call Derek but the numbers in your phone became blurred. You felt light headed until you finally passed out and hit your head on the tiled floor. It was no longer than five minutes before Lydia found you and called the others for help. Scott and Stiles carried you into the kitchen as Allison swiped everything off the counter top. They placed you down and began to panic, after all they had no idea what you were actually dealing with. “Call an ambulance and you, call Derek” Allison began to order, as her Argent medical training kicked in. “What should I do?” Lydia asked, desperate to help. “Get a wet cloth and hold it on her head where she’s bleeding” she said quickly. She checked your pulse and her eyes widened. “Scott, Scott she’s not breathing” Allison panicked. “Please hurry she isn’t breathing” Scott repeated as he ended the 911 call. “Y/n wake up” “Y/n hold on, an ambulance will be here soon” “Does anyone no CPR?” “Come on Y/n, wake up!”.

“Hey, hey” the figure spoke softly as you sat up. “Am I at the hospital?” you asked, as your eyes began to adjust to the harsh light. “Yeah, you stopped breathing” he said, not wanting to confuse you by giving you every detail. “Do they know?” you asked. “Scott overheard the doctors debriefing one another, I had to tell them. They had a feeling something was up anyway” he explained, not sure how you would react. “Oh” you simply said. “They’re speaking to Mellissa at the reception, do you want me to bring them in?” he asked, understanding that you needed your friends. “I’m going to die, aren’t I?” you sighed. “No and don’t think like that” he linked his hand with yours to soothe you. You took a deep breath, feeling a tight pain in your chest. You then saw the veins in Derek’s hand turn black as he took your pain away. “I’m scared” you admitted. “I wont let anything happen to you, none of us will. If it came to it we’d do something” he reassured. “I love you” you cupped his cheek with your hand. “I love you too” he reached over and kissed you sweetly on your forehead. It was warming to know that you were the only one to make broody Derek smile and ne the sweet person he really is. “I’m scared that you’ll get tired of having to deal with my medical issue all the time, what if you find someone that’s fit and healthy, that keeps you far away from hospitals all the time? The same ones that I drag you in to every other week” you rambled. “I’m never leaving you, don’t stress baby” he smiled gently. “I hope that’s true” you smiled weakly but genuinely in return.

A While Later

Your health only seemed to be getting better, until it wasn’t. A few weeks after your birthday you got sick again and things took a turn for the worst. You almost died, you would have died. But here you are, alive and well, happily strolling around Beacon Hills at 10am (a habit you gained recently). You heard a twig snap from behind you. You turned around, your eyes glowing gold and a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. You ran and jumped, and they caught you. “I see someone’s wolf instincts have kicked in” he laughed. You let out a small growl, followed by your familiar laugh. You then pressed your lips to Derek’s and ruffled his hair, before you quickly pinned him to the ground. “Rule number one, never get distracted” you teased, mocking the werewolf training he had been giving you. “Rule number 2, look for their weak spot” he said, kicking you in the back of the leg, causing you to fall on top of him. “Cheat, you knew about that” you said, noticing his smug smirk. You picked yourself up and offered your hand out and Derek took it, bring himself to also stand up. You pulled him down so you could whisper in his ear, “You forgot rule number three, never trust your opponent”  and with that you pulled him back onto the floor. “Looks like you’re going to be good at this” he groaned from the floor. “I know right” you joked, causing him to trip you up so you fell beside him. “Fancy getting something to eat?” he asked, as you also groaned. “Pizza” you smiled. “Pizza it is” he replied. You gave him a quick kiss, before you both rolled over and stood up. He brushed the leaves off your bum as you linked your arm with his. Your life was finally coming back together and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Or with anyone else.

I think I’m a fan of these optimistic endings, it appears. Requests are closed Unfortunately. Until the next time, see you later loves x