looks like we got that kiss after all

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Dating Bill Denbrough

i love IT. ive been wanting to see is since like april and now that ive seen it twice ill write about the amazing cast bc they deserve the world. i wont do smut bc thats weird as fuck so pefhiwdsk


  • loving him & his ADORABLE stutter
  • y’all are a blushing mess of pre teens
  • i feel like eyebrow tracing would be a thing
  • && it would leave him blushing so who wouldn’t want to do that???
  • comforting him when he is upset about georgie
  • he’ll either wrap his arms around you and hug u sososoosos tight you can feel his heart beating
  • or he’ll just put his face in your neck then apologize for getting your shirt wet
  • which u insist that its ‘okay billy’
  • ICE CREAM DATES HECK FRICKEN YEAH
  • he wants to hold you hand all. the. time.
  • u got sweaty hands? who cares!1!11!!1
  • riding bikes together awwwhhw
  • you were beverly’s friend before you met bill so after you had joined the losers club, billy-boy started to catch feels
  • he’d stare at u
  • SO MANY QUICK LITTLE GLANCES THEN LOOKING AWAY BC HE DOESN’T WANT YOU TO THINK HE’S WEIRD
  • your first kiss with him sent something like this;

“i can’t do this anymore, we are all going to get killed bill!!!!”

“p-p-please, stay.”

“i can’t”

“wait!”

“what are yo-“

BAM CUTEST KISS EVERRRRRR

  • he didnt even know what he was doing until he opened his eyes while he was kissing you and almost fainted
  • he would want to kiss you all the time after that btw
  • you would have to dodge him sometimes ahahaha ohhhh this kid
  • when everyone is chilling on the couch at his house, you legs would be on top of his and he would run his finger tips on your calves awwwww
  • richie would tease yall every second of every day. mark my words

“you guys are going to get herpes”

“(y/n) i think you’ve sucked as much of bills face as you can into your mouth”

“WE DONT NEED CHILDREN TO LOOK AFTER! WE CAN”T EVEN PROTECT THEM FROM THE FUCKING CLOWN”

“grosssssssssssssssssssssssssssss”

  • beverly doesn’t like seeing pda from u two but she supports your relationship & when you’re not with the boys, you & her talk about the relationship
  • eddie is like GERMSGERMSGERMSGERMS

“YOUR GOING TO GET MONO YOU IDIOTS”

“i have hand sanitizer for you two”

“ok WELL mY mOm SaID tHaT tHe EAsieSt Way To GeT sIcK iS to MAkEOut sO iM juST WarNinG YA

  • could u just imagine lil bill trying to tell u he loves you

“(y-y-y/n, i n-need t-to tell y-you somethi-ing”

“billy you’re stuttering is getting worse, are you okay?”

“i-im f-f-f-fine.”

“um oka-“

“iloveyou”

  • are you’re like blushing and gasping and just like egiburefjndslkm
  • u won at life
  • congrats

Originally posted by holliarty

Submitted by @barnes-and-parker: What a babe 😍


“Tom, take this seriously!” You rolled your eyes, trying to fight off your smile when you heard his laugh. “Tom!” You apologized to the camera-man. “Sometimes he starts to act like an ass when he’s tired.” The camera-man waved you off, calling for a lunch break while he silently cursing your immature boyfriend. You walked up to your boyfriend, shoving his shoulder. “Tom, let the guy do his job!”

“Babe, I’m bored!” He dragged out the word ‘bored’, leaning his head against your shoulder. “I just want to go home. Plus,” he lifted his head, smiling at you, “the camera guy can’t hold my focus. He’s not as cute as you.” His left eye dropped in a wink. You shook your head, smiling as your gaze fell to the ground, suddenly feeling shy. You looked back up, seeing Tom walk over to the props table. He picked up a pair of sunglasses and a hat. “I look good, babe?” You made a face, reaching over and pulling the hat off. You reached over to take the glasses off, but you stopped to really look at him.

“Tom,” you said, letting your fingers comb through his hair, “stay right here. I’ll be back.” You turned around and walked off to grab a water bottle. “Shirt, unbutton it.” He quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Really, darling? Right here? Seems a little out of your comfort zone.” He chuckled at your cheeks turning a dusted light pink. “But, your wish is my command.” His fingers went to work on his buttons while you grabbed a water bottle pouring some into the palm of your hand. You turned around and saw Tom undoing the last button, his fingers coming up to push his hair out of his face.

“Need help?” Your hand that held water in your palm came up to brush against his hair, watching the water drip from his hair to his face and down his chest.

“Babe! What the hell?” He chuckled a little, surprised at the cold temperature against his hot skin.

You picked up one of the camera’s that laid on the table, positioning it at Tom. “Smile for me, baby.” He laughed, shaking his head to get some of the loose water out before pushing his hair back and adjusting his sunglasses as he playfully posed for you, his laughter never ceasing. “Work for me, Tom!”

“Finally,” you heard from behind you, jumping slightly from how close the voice was. “We finally got a couple of decent pictures with Tom looking like he’s having fun.” You smiled, looking at one in particular. You had gotten Tom mid-laugh, his hands adjusting his shirt.

“Can I have a copy of this one?” The photographer shrugged, you did take it after all. “Tom, come look at this. You’re a model!” Tom smiled, shaking his head as he walked up to you.

“Come on, darling,” he leaned in to kiss your cheek, moving to your ear, “tell me something I don’t know.”


toms-spidey’s 4k celebration

Harry Styles Praise Kink

Originally posted by harry-nofookingway-styles

Inspired by this ask from @permanentcross here

Harry’s plump lips touch Y/N’s gently as he thrusts two fingers roughly in and out of her. Y/N’s body moves involuntarily with each thrust, and a quiet moan comes from her lips. 

“Yeh like that?” Harry asks. Y/N nods, her eyes tightly shut in pleasure. Y/N clenches around Harry’s fingers, and he can tell that she is close. 

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Fake Date || A.A.

Originally posted by jughead-thethird

Word Count: 1283

Pairing: Archie x reader

Summary: When your sister tries to set you up with everyone under the moon, you impulsively lie to her saying that you have a date when you really don’t. Archie saves the day and is your date to your sister’s wedding.

Warnings: like one cuss word, lying, weddings, kissing

Requested: Nope me just me being in my Archie feels


You were in deep shit. Your sister’s wedding was coming up in a week and you had yet to find a date. This wouldn’t be a problem, seeing that you were strong and independent, but you had already told your sister you had a date.

You see, your sister was obsessed with your romance life. Ever since she had been going steady with her soon-to-be husband, she had nonstop set you up with anyone in her life who was single. She had set you up with what felt like everybody, from a doctor to a used car salesman.

She always said that life was too short to be lived alone. But honestly, you were happy being single. You never had to rely on someone else, you were always in control of the situation. Plus, it wasn’t like you didn’t have any friends. You had Archie, Veronica, Betty, and Cheryl. They were all you needed.

Your sister would, honestly, rather you not show up to her wedding than you come without a date. That’s why she had been going rapid fire with the set-ups lately. You had lost it when she set you up with a man twenty years older than you who had three children and worked at a toilet paper distributing company. You, out of frustration, had told her you had found a date to her wedding, and didn’t need any more blind dates.

But, in reality, you had no date. You just had enough of her asking you how the dates went, and you having to lie saying that you liked the date, but that one little detail threw you off. For example, you told your sister that the date had worn a brown tie, and that you hated brown. Which was a lie, but you didn’t have the guts to tell her to back off. Don’t get it wrong, you loved your sister and were happy she cared so much about you, but sometimes you wished she would focus on your accomplishments rather than who your last kiss was.

You were telling your problems to the crew, when Veronica spoke up, “Archie, you should be her date to the wedding.”

“Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do something like that. Weddings can quite long, especially weddings in my family.” You blushed, while looking down at your lap. You wouldn’t want to impose.

“Don’t be silly, it wouldn’t be a problem now would it Archikins?” Veronica pressed. She was always a problem solver, and never took no for an answer.

“Yeah, it wouldn’t be a problem. You just have to tell me what color your wearing so I can get a matching tie,” Archie laughed, flashing a cute smile at you.


The day of the wedding had finally come, and you were more nervous about trying to convince your sister that you and Archie were a couple rather than the wedding itself. Beforehand you had informed Archie that your sister thinks that you are dating, and to do couple things like hold hands and be close to each other. Archie had made a cheeky comment about kissing each other, but you just laughed it off.

It was going better than you had expected. The ceremony was beautiful and it brought tears to your eyes. Even if your sister was in your business a lot, you were happy for her and her now husband. One day you hoped to be as happy as she is.

But now came the hard part. Before all you and Archie had done was walk in and sit down to watch the ceremony. Archie had his hand in your lap the whole time, he was playing the part of boyfriend very well.

But now it was time for the reception. You and Archie took your seats at the table and waited for the food to be brought out. While you did, your sister drilled you with questions about Archie.

“So, how long have you two been dating?” Your sister inquired.

You both looked at each other and stumbled a little before he sputtered, “Three months.”

“Oh wow, I haven’t heard much about your relationship. When did you have your first kiss together?” She questioned you for what seemed like hours on your fake relationship with Archie. You had to admit, after a few questions, Archie was getting good at answering the questions. It was almost as if you had been dating, and he was just telling the truth.

When your sister and her husband had their first dance, it took your breath away. They were a match made in heaven, and you aspired to be in a relationship like theirs one day. But now it was time for all the bridesmaids to dance with their dates and the bride and groom.

You and Archie got up from your seats and made your way over to the dance floor. They started playing the slow song your sister had picked out and you and Archie began to dance in sync with the other couples. With Archie’s hands on your lower back, he led you during the dance.

“Our story is pretty epic, you know. How I asked you out under the stars by the river and our first kiss was to your favorite song after we talked all night about our dreams,” Archie laughed, looking into your eyes.

“Yeah, it’s almost like it actually happened,” You giggled looking down at your feet then back up to his face.

Archie’s eyes flickered down to your lips for a split second, but you caught it. You bit you lip while you blushed at Archie’s hand slowly making their way down your curves.

“You know, it could be real,” Archie said nervously, “like the story we made up. We could make it into a reality, only if you wanted to of course.”

“Did the Archie Andrews just ask me out?” You asked pretending to be shocked.

Archie laughed and looked around. He made eye contact with your sister who was watching you like a hawk.

You saw who he was looking at, and decided to really make your sister think you were a couple. You wrapped your hands in his hair before pulling him down into a deep kiss. The kiss was intimate, but not sexually. It was the kind of kiss where the whole room melted away and all that was left was the two of you.

The song ended and it turned to a faster song forcing you to either start dancing faster or to sit down. You pulled away from Archie, and pulled him closer to the DJ. You started to dance like you would if you were at the club, with your back pressed against Archie’s front moving your body to the beat of the music.

Archie had turned you around and brought you in for a kiss. This one was different from the other one though. This kiss had more urgency behind it. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flush against him.

The rest of the night was a blast. You and Archie danced all night long. The couple of times you took your eyes off Archie, you saw your sister looking at you smiling. She was just happy that you were finally having a good time and not acting nervous.

“You know, Arch, you’re a real life saver,” You looked up at the confused boy, “You saved me from all the horrible dates my sister would’ve put me through if I had to tell her we weren’t a couple.”

He smirked as he leaned down to whisper into your ear, “I can think of a couple ways you could repay me.”

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a/n: my first archie imagine omg im such a softie for him. this isnt by best but i hope you like it! Give me some feedback please my inbox is always open!!

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‘You wanna go? Fight me!’

‘Yeah! Let’s go, let’s totally go!’

Family Ties

Request: @widowsfics   The last one ( I swear) 4 and 11 with Steve

@vashanatasha   11) “Did you use my cologne? You smell like me.“ with Stevie 🙏🏻

Prompts: 4)“I don’t want to go, your dad doesn’t like me.”

11) “Did you use my cologne? You smell like me.”

Words: 1156

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Fluffy like so much fluffy 

Thank you @widowsfics  you are the best and i love you.

“Babe, please.” You plead to your boyfriend as soon as he lies in bed with you. He looks so good with his hair wet and sweatpants “You know that I would do anything for you, but not this.” You turn around staring at his blue eyes, Steve was always such a good boyfriend, unless when it comes to your family then he refuses to have a conversation.

“You always do this, can’t you see how important is this party to me?” You say gently trying to convince him, a couple of weeks ago your sister got engaged and your family was throwing her a party on Sunday to celebrate but Steve was being stubborn trying to make you go alone.

“Sweetheart, you don’t need me. All your family and friends are going to be there. I bet you are going to have a lot more fun without me. You can dance, gossip and drink without me to hold you back.” You roll your eyes at him; sometimes he really acted like a 100-year-old guy.

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Teenagers

(A/N): I’m sorry this is so short but I am sorta proud of it even with it’s small length so! 

Request:  ½ Ooh can I request a Charles x reader (technically x Moira but anyway) based on Lying To You by Keaton Henson?? This is complicated but like, the storyline would be that Charles knew Y/N since they were kids and she was really special to him, and they were even closer as teenagers. Y/N was basically the opposite of him (rebellious, daring, v energetic and funny etc) and yeah they had a..unspecified romantic relationship as teenagers(point is they were basically soulmates) but smth happened to  2/2 Y/N when she was like 19 and she died. Now the actual story takes place like after First Class when Charles is dating Moira (ignoring the thing where he erased her memories) and it’s about how he looks back on his memories w Y/N + how he thought he’d get over her when he got together w Moira but he still can’t?? This was soo long I’m sorry but hopefully you get what I mean? xx

Warnings: none


Originally posted by insanityofthemoon

  
As we lie in bed, I feel lonely
Though we’re young, I feel eighty years old
And your arms around me are keeping me warm
But baby, I’m still feeling cold
Baby, I’m still feeling cold

 "Charles,“ Moira whispers as she peppers kisses all along his bare chest. "Charles my dear, it’s time to wake up,” Charles groans softly, rubbing at his eyes as the sunlight streams through his windows. 

    “Moira?” Charles asks, hoping to keep his disappointed tone out of his question.

    “Who else would it be silly?”

    (Y/N). It should be (Y/N) sleeping beside him. 

    “No one love,” Charles forces a smile as he kisses Moira’s head gently. “I’m just a bit tired is all," 

     "Well, you were up all night in your study," 

   No, he was up all night looking at pictures of (Y/N).

     "Ahh yes, of course, that must be it,” Charles nods, biting his lip to keep his rather negative thoughts at bay. What are you doing? What would (Y/N) think if they saw you lying beside another- 

    “I could make you some coffee if you’d like?” Moira asks softly, pressing another kiss to Charles’ chest. 

    “Yes, coffee sounds splendid,” Charles hums as Moira gets up, wrapping a robe about her naked body. She gives Charles one last smile before sauntering off, the sound of her footsteps echoing through the mansion. 

   Charles sighs, rubbing his hands over his eyes as he attempts to clear the voice out of his head (Y/N)’s voice out of his head. But no matter how hard he willed that sweet, soft voice away it stayed, like a damn fly stuck to some honey. 

   He remembered the first time they met, (Y/N) had been thrown out on the streets after their parents had discovered the could talk to animals, a mutant, just like Him. He of course took them under his wing and from there a friendship had formed. 

    “I’m (Y/N),” they had whispered shyly, hanging their head in shame as they looked down upon their dirty clothes.

    “I’m Charles,” Charles squeaked, his voice still holding it’s childlike quality. “Say, what is such a young child like you doing out in the streets?” To this (Y/N) sniffled, wiping at their dirt stained nose. 

    “Well, I haven’t a place to live,” they had whispered, shuffling their dirty feet into the cobblestone road. Charles hummed, looking (Y/N) over once before deciding to take them home, he always had wanted a play friend. Little did Charles know that that day he would take in the kindest, most beautiful soul on the planet.

    It was years later, (Y/N) was sitting out On the green grass as a bird perched atop their finger, chirping merrily to the content mutant. (Y/N) chirped back, mimicking the birds noise as they did. The two were in a seemingly very deep conversation when Charles meandered up, hands stuffed in his pockets and a smile of amusement overtaking his expression as he does. 

    “What do you talk about with these birds?” Charles asks as he takes a seat beside (Y/N), placing his arms out behind him to steady himself.

   “Many things,” (Y/N) stated softly, twisting their head this way and that to get a good look at their feathered friend. “The weather, the other birds, what it’s like to fly,” 

  “Do you ever talk to other animals?” Charles asks, staring at (Y/N) with curiosity. 

  “I happen to like the squirrels nesting in your trees,” (Y/N) turns to look at Charles with a small smirk. “I suppose I like talking to you as well,” Charles laughs, taking a handful of grass and throwing it at the other mutant. 

   “Oh be quiet you,” He chided, his smile nearly infectious. “I’m far more civilized than any creature you know,” 

   “Is that so?” (Y/N) challenged, their tone holding a bit of a teasing tone to it. 

   “I’m much more civilized than you, look at you, sitting out here in the dirt talking to a rabies infested creature,” (Y/N) laughs, throwing their head back as beautiful little bubble of happiness rise in their throat. Charles wants to laugh as well but his eyes are stuck on (Y/N) and his mouth runs dry, his throat constricting as he does.

    They looked so beautiful, the light hit their hair just right making it shine in the early spring morning, their lips were curved upwards in the most beautiful smile, but what truly enraptured Charles was (Y/N)’s eyes, gleaming with happiness as they talk and laugh with him, or chirp and sing along with the bird. Charles’ stomach drops when he comes to a sudden realization, it had taken many years for him to figure this out, nearly an entire decade but he loved (Y/N), he loved them with every beat of his mutant heart. 

   It was only a few months later, with the two teenage mutants perched happily upon a couch that Charles finally decided to act upon his feelings. 

   “(Y/N)?” Charles asks as she shifts his position, allowing his head to rest against (Y/N)’s thighs more comfortably. “Have you ever been in love?” (Y/N) hums as they reach down, running their gentle fingers through Charles’ hair. 

   “Yes, I suppose I have,” 

   “What does it feel like?”

   “Well, it feels like a lot of different things- it’s like knowing that every morning you’re going to wake up and see that beautiful smiling face and you know that your day is going to be so much brighter, it’s knowing that when you’re sitting out on the lawn that you’re not going to be alone whilst you talk to the fishes, it’s knowing that the love of your life is only sleeping just across the hall and that at any moment in the night you could sneak out and go talk to them but you don’t because you want them to sleep peacefully,” 

   “Well in that case,” Charles smiles as he closes his eyes, allowing (Y/N)’s fingers to glide through his hair. “I do believe I’m in love with you (Y/N),” 


Cause I found her, but now she is gone
Cause I found her, but now she is gone
Cause I found her, but now she is gone
Cause once I found her, but now she is gone

   God- Charles should have tried harder, he shouldn’t have let them run off like that. He shouldn’t have let them leave the mansion, not with all the rising contentions and all the wars and weapons and-

   “Charles,” (Y/N)’s lip quivered as they reached up to touch Charles’ cheek, their bloodstained hand painting his cheek an angry red. “Do not blame yourself for this, please,” 

   “(Y/N),” Charles sobbed, his hand pressed tightly to their stomach as blood oozed from the bullet wound there. “Oh god, this is all my fault, this is all my fault-” 

   “Remember how you asked me what I talk about with the birds?” (Y/N) asks, a completely irrelevant time to be asking said question considering they were dying in Charles’ arms. 

   “Of course (Y/N) but how-” 

   “I used to talk to them about how much I loved you, your smile, your sweet eyes, your amazing voice, I told them about how kind you are, how accepting, I told them that you’re going to change the world some day, they’d just have to wait and see-” 

   “(Y/N), please, you’re only going to waste your breath-” 

   “I want you to look in my head Charles,” (Y/N)’s voice quakes as they speak. “I know you promised me you never would but I want you to, it’s my dying wish,” Charles sobs at their words, the pain to much for him to bear. 

   “(Y/N) please don’t make me-” 

   “Charles, I want you to,” Charles looks at (Y/N), at their watering eyes and small smile, even now they still looked like an angel, even coated in blood and dust and dirt they still looked heavenly. With shaking hands Charles pressed his fingers against (Y/N)’s temple, delving inside their head for the first and last time. 

   There wasn’t much to see or hear, in fact there was only one thing and he couldn’t even see it but rather he could feel it. All he felt was an undying sense of love, a love (Y/N) had felt for him. It was so powerful that it nearly took Charles’ breath away but he clung to that feeling, to those last fleeting feelings of (Y/N), of warmth and security, of love and happiness, of everything he could possibly ever want in life-

   “Charles,” Moira’s gentle voice is what pulls Charles away from his thoughts. His thoughts clear and suddenly he’s no longer clutching a deceased mutant but rather a warm steaming mug of coffee, made by his very own girlfriend. “Are you okay?” A look of concern flashes her features but Charles doesn’t acknowledge it, too focused on the steaming black liquid before him to even spare her a glance. 

  “Yes,” Charles murmurs, even though he knew he was far from okay. “Yes, I’m quite well,” He gives Moira a fleeting smile before sipping away at his drink. “Thank you my love,” 

eyeslacedwithsmoke  asked:

Thiam headcanon where Liam (or Theo your choice) won't shut up and everyone is getting hella annoyed at the rant (even though he's making a valid point) and before anyone says anything Theo (or Liam ) just straight up kisses him to shut him up. And not like a peck like a FULL BLOWN KISS. And shocks everyone into silence. What happens after is your choose I just really wanna see this

OOH WHAT A PROMPT!! thank you SO MUCH!! as always i am totally ready for new hc prompts. i love you all :D

  • when liam starts comparing supernatural things to historical events, stiles gets it. understanding and rationalizing the (pretty wacky) supernatural can lead a person to do some crazy things. human behavior, at least for the most part, is predictable and rational.
  • and a lot of times, stiles appreciates it. liam, for all he comes across as anger anger go go rawr, is one of the more well-read military history buffs stiles knows and when he picks liam’s brain, the connections liam makes are, frankly, inspiring. it’s saved their asses on occasion, when everything they’ve come up with isn’t viable for one reason or another
  • unfortunately, it’s the opposite of helpful when it comes to a plan already in motion. 
  • a group of sidhe (which stiles quickly finds out are lydia’s supernatural cousins, which is amusing for about two seconds–or until lydia starts glaring at him for teasing her) has come to beacon hills and they’re starting to kidnap young girls and women as brides, which obviously has to stop
  • but the sidhe never do anything for free: even their information has a price. they’re old-fashioned that way. besides, they’re only ever bound to their word; otherwise, they can and will do anything to convince you to stay, and they’re the absolute masters of half-truths, which makes them dangerous to bargain with.

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Dating (Stony Quick Fic)

“Steve.”

“What can I do for you Tony?” Steve pushed back from his art table and clasped his hands loosely in his lap, a ready smile on his face for his favorite genius.

“So.” Tony started nervously. “So I’m sure you’ve noticed I’ve been acting a little odd, lately.”

“By odd, do you mean dropping things when I talk to you?” Steve asked, raising an eyebrow. “Or the weird way you start chugging whatever you’re drinking so you don’t have to answer? Or how you literally ran out of the room the other day when Bucky and I were arm wrestling?”

“Well.” Tony huffed. “I didn’t ask for examples, so you know, keep those to yourself please.”

“What’s going on?” Steve leaned forward, all Boy Scout hair cut and earnest blue eyes and perfect fucking jaw line. “Is something wrong?”

“No. No, it’s um…” Tony grabbed his sunglasses out of his pocket and crammed them on his face. “Recently I’ve decided I like you and I was wondering if we could do something about that.”

“Do something?” Steve repeated.

“Yeah. You familiar with the term friends with benefits? Was that a thing in the forties? Because we both know we aren’t going to be a couple, but I really want to– you know.” Tony motioned in Steve’s direction, then cleared his throat. “Reallywanttotapthat.”

“Absolutely not.” Steve turned back to his drawing and Tony’s jaw dropped.

“Just like that? You aren’t even going to–”

“Tony, I can’t be friends with benefits with you. And yes, for the record, it was a thing in the forties. But it won’t work with us.”

“Because of Bucky.” Tony said flatly, and was glad his glasses were on so Steve couldn’t see the hurt in his eyes.

“Gross. Bucky is like my brother.” Steve kept right on sketching. “Not because of Bucky.”

“Then why?” Tony demanded. “I’m good in bed! Considerate. Fit. I mean not fit like you, but damn Cap, NO ONE is fit like you so really I feel like you’re holding me to an impossible standard? That’s not even fair. Is it the height thing? Because I can’t help that you’re a giant. And for the record–”

“Tony!” Steve put up his hands in surrender. “Wow. No, none of those things are the reason.”

“Then what?”

“I can’t do the benefits thing because I actually want to date you.” Steve said calmly, and Tony froze.

“Date me?”

“Yes. Flowers and dinner and long walks in the park.” Steve rifled through a drawer looking for a specific colored pencil. “Awkward first kisses and sharing food and waiting until the third date to even try to get to second base.”

“Date me.” Tony repeated.

“Sure.” Steve grabbed the colored pencil and started shading in his picture. “Little love notes, and sneaking kisses in the hallway and holding hands during movies. I’d like to take you dancing, would like you to fall asleep on my shoulder so I can carry you to bed.”

“That’s… like REALLY date me?” Tony asked again and Steve smiled a little.

“All the usual stuff, Tony. Romancing you and bringing you to my room for our first night together. All the shy first times we can experience. Want to hear how you sound moaning my name.” Steve’s voice got a little rough on that last one, but he didn’t stop working on his picture, not even glancing up at Tony.

“I’d like to be able to hold your hand in public, kiss you after a mission… that sort of thing. So no, no friends with benefits won’t cut it. Not when I’ve been half in love with you for months now.”

He finally looked up at Tony and shrugged a little.

“What do you think?”

“I think–” Tony cleared his throat. “I think you won’t have to wait until the third date to get to second base. ”

“You think so?” Steve looked pleased and Tony just nodded a little wildly.

“Uh, pretty sure. So we’re dating?”

“Can I pick you up for dinner tonight?”

“Should I wear something low cut?” Tony teased, trying to get his bearings back, trying to control the conversation.

“Nah.” Steve let his eyes trail over Tonys body in a slow, heated slide that had Tony wanting to start stripping right there. “But will you wear those black pants your wore the other day? I love the way your ass looks in those.”

Tony didn’t think he’d ever blushed so hard in his life.

Good For You

Originally posted by koenigreus

Peter Parker X (Fem!) Stark!Reader

Summary: The reader takes Peter out on a special date for their nine months anniversary. Kinda inspired by “Good For You” by Selena Gomez


“Peter”, you called.

Your boyfriend stopped and waited for you. It wasn´t easy to get to him through all the other teenagers walking to class, but you managed.

“Hey”, you greeted and kissed Peter on the cheek.

He smiled and blushed. Even though you´ve been dating for almost nine months now Peter was still nervous around you. 

“You know tomorrow is our nine months anniversary, don´t you? I have something planned. It´s kinda special so you should wear something nice. I´ll pick you up tomorrow at eight”, you rambled. 

Peter raised an eyebrow but nodded anyway. 

“Sounds good. But I´ve gotta go to class now, see you tomorrow.” 

He pressed a kiss on your cheek and hurried across the hallway to his Spanish class.


The next day you showered at half past six and then started to choose something to wear. 

There were dresses covering your floor, trousers all over your bed and shirts on your desk. 

You let out a frustrated sigh when you heard a laugh from your bedroom door.

“Do you need help?”, your father asked and made his way over to you.

You nodded.

Tony looked at the clothes all over your room, then at you, then at your closet.

“Where are you going anyway?”

You sat down on the floor in front of your closet.

“I made a reservation at a fancy restaurant. I told Peter to wear something nice but I wanna look more than just nice, I want this evening to be something special. He´s been the best boyfriend I could ask for and tonight I want him to be able to show me off, I want to be good for him.”

Tony nodded. He wasn´t happy when you told him you were dating Spiderman but he realized Peter made you happy, and that´s all he ever wanted for you.

“Fancy restaurant, so a dress. Something special, a dress and jewelry.”

He stood in front of your closet for a few more seconds before picking a dress. It was black and had a red stripe on each side. It was long enough to cover everything but still looked very sexy.

“Dad, I can´t wear this! Why would you even let me wear this?”

“For one it´s very special and it will look great on you. And Natasha bought you this dress and she´s gonna get mad if you never wear it.”

You took another look at the dress. You could cover it up with a jacket, wear your red high heels and maybe a necklace. 

“Hurry up, it´s almost half past seven”, your dad told you and left the room.

You put on the dress and the red heels and sat down in front of your make up. 

After a while you picked a natural look that would bring out your eyes but didn´t make it seem like you were actually wearing make up.

You grabbed your jacket and made your way to the front door.

“Wait!”, Tony called after you.

You stepped out of the lift again and looked at your dad, confused.

“I wanted to give you this.”

He held up a beautiful silver necklace with a single diamond at the end.

You smiled.

“Thank you, dad.”

You gave him a quick hug and let you put the necklace around your neck.

“Now hurry up. Have fun and don´t do anything I wouldn´t do.”


“Ned, what am I supposed to wear?”, Peter asked, panic in his voice.

“I don´t know”, Ned´s voice sounded from the laptop.

Peter ran a hand through his hair and looked at his clothes again.

“Something nice…”, he muttered.

It was frustrating. All he had were jeans and shirts, knowing (Y/N) Stark “something nice” wasn´t a science shirt.

“Do you still have the suit you wore to your uncle´s funeral?”, Ned asked.

A smile broke out on Peter´s face.

“You´re a genius! Gotta go now, otherwise I´ll be late.”

Peter shut the laptop and changed into the suit.

Just seconds after he had put on his shoes the doorbell rang.

“I´ll get it”, Peter called before May could make her way to the door.

“You look very handsome”, May told her nephew.

Peter just shook his head to tell her to be quiet, he didn´t want (Y/N) to hear.

After taking a deep breath he opened the door.

“You…Wow…I…Shit”

You laughed.

“You look good as well.”

Peter hadn´t realized what “something nice” meant to a Stark. (Y/N)´s eyes were glowing, her hair was in a beautiful braid, her dress showed off her legs and the necklace made her whole body look like it was on fire.

“Bye May”, you shouted and took Peter´s hand.


“I´ve never been at a restaurant like this”, Peter confessed.

He looked around. The women were either wearing dresses or skirts and blouses and the men were all in suits. 

“I know. I just wanted this evening to be really special”, you told him.

A waitress arrived and sat a basket of bread on your table.

“Are you ready to order?”, she asked.

You nodded and gave her your order.

Peter was overwhelmed so he decided to choose pasta.

“I feel like a child. Children order pasta”, he sighed after the waitress had left.

You took his hand, which was playing with his napkin.

“Pete, it´s fine. If you´re uncomfortable we can leave.”

He shook his head.

“No, I´ll be okay. I just wanna do this evening justice.”

You smiled at him but before you could answer your food arrived.


You ate in silence. Peter seemed to enjoy his pasta, you liked your meal as well.

“Are we gonna order dessert?”, Peter asked after a while of silence.

You shook your head. 

“I´ve got something planned at home. Why don´t you get our jackets and I´ll pay, then we can leave.”


“Thank you again”, Peter said.

You stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and looked him in the eyes.

“Peter Parker, stop thanking me. I planned this date because I wanted to do something special, not because I wanted you to thank me all the damn time.”

Peter smiled. He took your hand and gave it a kiss. As he let it sink again he looked you in the eyes.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too.”

You took a step closer to Peter and put the hand he wasn´t holding on his shoulder.

“I love you so much.”

You leaned even closer until your lips met. Kissing Peter never got old. It always felt like a fire growing bigger and bigger until your whole body was burning. At the same time it felt like butterflies flying around in your stomach and honey dripping down your throat. 

“We should get going”, you whispered against Peter´s lips after the kiss.


You opened the door to your bedroom. 

The city lights were glowing outside your window and all over the room candles were burning. 

There were two glasses, a bottle and a bowl on your bedside table.

You walked over to your bed and sat down.

Peter looked at you. He had always thought you were the most beautiful girl, when you had arrived at his flat this evening he had seen you as hot and sexy, but now, your hair around your face after Peter had opened your braid, and candles making your skin glow, he was enchanted. 

“Come over here”, you told him.

Peter took a deep breath to calm himself and sat down next to you.

“Dad gave me a small bottle of champagne for tonight, and I´ve got strawberries.”

You handed him a glass and a single strawberry.

Peter took a sip. The champagne wasn´t like anything he had drunken before. It was kinda sweet and bitter at the same time. The strawberry however was just sweet.

You kicked off your shoes and took another sip of champagne.

“It took me so long to get dad to get me this bottle. And it´s not even a full bottle, just enough for two glasses. He doesn´t want me to drink. Like he wasn´t way worse when he was our age. I just don´t understa-”

Peter stopped you by pressing his lips to yours. He could taste strawberries and champagne. 

Your eyes fluttered shut and you tangled your hands in Peter´s hair, carefully twisting it.

He let out a moan and deepened the kiss.

“I love you”, he whispered.

You could only nod because Peter had started attacking your neck with kisses. He pressed gentle kisses all over your neck.

When he arrived at the hem of your dress he stopped.

“(Y/N), do you want me to continue? Tell me to stop, I don´t want to force you.”

You smiled. Even now Peter remained a gentleman and put your needs before his.

“I´m sure. I woulnd´t want it to be anyone but you.”

You raised your arms to let Peter pull the dress over your head. He let it fall to the floor. Now it was your turn. You got rid of his jacket and then started kissing his hands. You opened the buttons on his shirt and continued to kiss his arms until you reached his elbow.

You look Peter in the eyes, asking if he was okay with where this was going.

He nodded and you unbuttoned his shirt.

“I love you”, he said before you pressed your lips against his once again.


“Are you alright?”, Peter asked.

You turned in his arms to face him.

“Never better”, you replied with a dreamy smile on your face.

You had never thought the night would end like this but you were happy nonetheless. And you were glad your first time had been with the boy you loved.

“I still have a gift for you”, Peter whispered in your ear.

You shook your head.

“Tomorrow, I´m tired.”

Peter nodded and closed his eyes. 

Though he didn´t fall asleep until he heard your even breath next to his ear, felt your heart beating at the same time as his. 

“I love you”, he whispered into the night.

I just love you that much // Alex Ernst Smut

Pairing: Alex Ernst x Reader

Requested: yes “ Hello! Could you do an Alex Ernst imagine? Where the reader is really famous and Alex and her are dating. The reader is doing a show at the Staples center and Alex and the entire squad go watch because they love seeing her perform and all the girls are like talking about how good the reader is doing and stuff like that! Also could you add some major Alex fluff??💗 “ -unknown

Plot: You’re a famous singer, you’re dating Alex. You have everything you’ve ever wanted in you life. As you’re about to go and do your show in Staples center something happens …

Warning: swearing, fluff, kissing, sexy talk etc.

Word count: 1 918 (shorter than I expected)

Age: +15

A/N: I’m back again and posting as often as I can. I’m planning on doing a Q&A day every Thursday, posting at least one story every week and just being more active in here as my blog is literally growing everyday and I want to keep it that way. So follow me for more smuts, imagine oneshots etc Enjoy! xox

I do not own that picture! Also I just made up those song lyrics so there’s that.. :D xx


Sometimes I think, why me? What did I do to deserve this? All my success, all my friends, my family, my fans and of course me loving boyfriend. He’s really and angel. He’s always so supportive, protective, loving, sweet, sexy and so much more. I really love him.

We’ve been together for a year now and it has been nothing, but amazing. We met, when Liza started dating and my music career basically exploded. I’ve been friends with Liza since like we were maybe 10 or so. I moved here, to LA and I had no friends, but her so she introduced me to her friends and that’s how I met Alex.

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Never Let a Wound Ruin Me

this was a request but the ask posted weird so i’m posting it here but anyway this is a fluffly jamilton oneshot based on @midnigtartist battle buddies au in which Alex and Thomas discuss Alex’s scars

word count: 1.5k 


“Are you ever gonna tell me how you got all those scars?”

Alex paused buttoning up his shirt to look at Thomas in consideration. He was used to his lovers asking about his scars. Generally during a one night stand there is a moment in which his shirt comes off and whoever he’s with sees the scars and it’s a second in which they take it in and decide to comment on it. Some people ignore it. Some people are into it.

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cho

*Harry’s first kiss as seen by Lily and James*

James: She stayed back!

Lily: Calm down James

James: No.. but.. she.. she stayed back with Harry.

Lily: *nodding* I am aware, it may be nothing.

James: He has been swooning over her for months now, this is something.

Cedric: The- uh- I’m just gonna go check on my father. *leaves*

Lily: *scolding* You idiot.

James: Cedric come back, she’s talking about you.

Cedric: *stops on his tracks and listens* She was always a bit too emotional for her own good, it must be hard on her.

Lily: It is and if you don’t want to stay we understand. 

Cedric: It was never that serious with her you know dating and all, I liked her very much but it hadn’t been that long when I- you know. 

Lily: Still, it must be hard for you, too. Go check on your father dear.

Cedric: *smiling* Thanks, Lily.

James: *whispering* Lily!

Lily: What?!

James: *excited* Mistletoe!!

Lily: What the bloody hell is a nargle?

James: Do you remember that Scamander kid in Hufflepuff son of Newt Scamander the writer of–

Lily: *eye-roll* I know who Newt Scamander is Jamie

James: He talked about those th– THEY ARE KISSING OH MERLIN

Lily: The exact same reaction as Sirius honestly you two are incredible.

James: Shush Evans, my boy is having his first kiss

Lily: And we are watching, only if he knew.. He would probably hate us.

James: *grabby hands* Hands Harry haaands!

Lily: *teasing* Like you didn’t stand still when I first kissed you, I had to stand on my tiptoes because you wouldn’t even lean in!

*Harry’s back to common room as Lily and James have a discussion about their first kiss*

Lily: Why isn’t he speaking?

James: He just had his first kiss ever???

Lily: And?

James: He’s in a state of shock Lils.

Lily: I wouldn’t have shut up.

James: People are different, Sirius didn’t shut up for an hour after Remus kissed him.

Lily: *laughing* Ronald is you when they kissed though, look at him cheering.

James: Why is Hermione treating this like a Arithmancy essay?

Lily: She’s a highly logical girl, probably doesn’t think there’s much to it really.

James: If Cho can feel all of that at the same time and still stay alive, someone give this girl a medal.

*Just because you’ve got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn’t mean we all have* 

Lily: Yes Hermione! YES. I mean why doesn’t Harry fancy her?

James: Don’t be ridiculous Hermione likes Ron.

Lily: What?

James: Well now we know where Harry got his obliviousness. Don’t you remember the Yule Ball?

Lily: I do but they are so different.

James: *raises and eyebrow* Evans. Your argument is invalid because you married me.

Lily: You are right. I just hope he has the decency to ask her on a date.

James: He will, don’t worry. 

Lily: *skeptical* It took you months to ask me out.

James: *sarcastically* Could it be, I’m just gonna have a wild guess, because I was afraid you would hex me?

Lily: Shut up Potter.

James: You say that every time I am right.

Lily: *mortifying stares*

James: Alright, alright.

Always Right Here

Highly requested! Part 3 in A Modern Love Story. Part 1, Millennial Love and Part 2, A Week in Montreal.  

Summary: After Tom’s unexpected (but appreciated) kiss, you and him have to figure out what the next best thing to do is. 


“Excuse me? Ma’am?… Ma’am?” the flight attendant said, taking you out of your daze. “Please put on your seat belt. We’re about to take off.” 

“R-right. I’m sorry,” you stuttered, as your seat belt clicked. Your eyes unfocused, the plane ambiance diminished, you placed your fingers on your lips.. Tom Holland just kissed me. Me. Tom Holland. Kiss. You sighed, placing your head back on the head rest. 

“Wow,” you whispered, still in shock.  

“Sorry?” the person next to you asked. 

“Oh, sorry. Just thinking out loud,” you chuckled nervously. 

Throughout the flight, all you could think about was Tom’s soft lips against yours. The urgency. The passion behind it. The longing for more. There was no denying that, as a fan, you had fantasized about Tom being your boyfriend. But, could he really want that? Like… it could have just been in the moment. Maybe he was just being.. friendly? You drove yourself deeper into denial, talking yourself out of the possibility that Tom might want to be with you, as not to get your hopes up. 


Once you got off the plane and put your phone off Airplane Mode, a missed call and voicemail came in from Tom. 

“Oh gosh,” you muttered, pressing play and putting the phone up to your ear. 

“Hi Y/N… So… well I hope you landed safely, first off.. Second off.. I’m sorry,” he started. “That was awful timing. I’m sorry. But, I really, really like you and seeing you leave… I was afraid that I wouldn’t see you in a while. I was thinking about how important you are to me, and how you’re always right there for me. Something came over me…” he momentarily paused, as Harrison shouted in the background: “HEY Y/N! I’M HERE, TOO! THIS IS ALL A LITTLE STRANGE NOW THAT I’LL BE THIRD WHEELING!” 

“Shut up, Haz,” Tom scolded. “So.. yes. I’m sorry again, and I hope you can ring me when you have time. We should talk… Okay.. Thank you, talk to you later, love you— Fuck.” The voicemail abruptly ended. 

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Strangers

Bucky x Reader

 

Summary: They were both emotionally scarred, and he knew not to take it personally. Based off of Strangers by Halsey featuring Lauren Jauregui.

 

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing probably.

 

Word Count: 2.3k

Originally posted by seabasschino

I knew from the moment that I kissed her that everything changed between us. I liked her–alot. She just drew me in. The mysteriousness surrounding her captivated me. In a way, she reminded me of myself. She was quiet and cold, brushing off any sign of affection from anyone. I knew not to take it personally, I was the same way when I first arrived. HYDRA had us conditioned that we were incapable of love and affection. We were tortured until we became the monster that they wanted us to be. We were deprived of kindness and compassion, something that naturally comes easy to the Avengers. Now, months into her arrival, I had made the irreversible mistake of kissing her when she got shot during one of our missions.

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“Come Back With Me.”-(Negan)

Originally posted by onlylostmemoriesx

Characters- Rick, Michonne, Rosita, Negan and (Y/N)

Warnings- None?

Pairing- Negan x Reader

Word Count: 1397

Summary- You meet the mysterious Negan for the first time, however things quickly spiral in a different direction.


I wasn’t there when my people attacked the Saviour’s outposts. I wasn’t there when the group got ambushed by the Saviours. I wasn’t there when the first exchange happened between the communities. I wasn’t there because I was caring for the children of the community. I was caring for my own girl.

But I was there when the man Rick calls ‘Negan’ appeared early for his weekly collection. And so was my child. 

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sweet like candy

characters: you x jihoon

summary: what’s sweeter than a cute boy working at a candy shop?

quote: “you’re really cute”

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Fake Date || A.A.

Originally posted by thosekidswhohuntmonsters

Word Count: 1283

Pairing: Archie x reader

Summary: When your sister tries to set you up with everyone under the moon, you impulsively lie to her saying that you have a date when you really don’t. Archie saves the day and is your date to your sister’s wedding.

Warnings: like one cuss word, lying, weddings, kissing

Requested: Nope me just me being in my Archie feels

Masterlist

// this is a reupload from my old blog xdaddyreggie //


You were in deep shit. Your sister’s wedding was coming up in a week and you had yet to find a date. This wouldn’t be a problem, seeing that you were strong and independent, but you had already told your sister you had a date.

You see, your sister was obsessed with your romance life. Ever since she had been going steady with her soon-to-be husband, she had nonstop set you up with anyone in her life who was single. She had set you up with what felt like everybody, from a doctor to a used car salesman.

She always said that life was too short to be lived alone. But honestly, you were happy being single. You never had to rely on someone else, you were always in control of the situation. Plus, it wasn’t like you didn’t have any friends. You had Archie, Veronica, Betty, and Cheryl. They were all you needed.

Your sister would, honestly, rather you not show up to her wedding than you come without a date. That’s why she had been going rapid fire with the set-ups lately. You had lost it when she set you up with a man twenty years older than you who had three children and worked at a toilet paper distributing company. You, out of frustration, had told her you had found a date to her wedding, and didn’t need any more blind dates.

But, in reality, you had no date. You just had enough of her asking you how the dates went, and you having to lie saying that you liked the date, but that one little detail threw you off. For example, you told your sister that the date had worn a brown tie, and that you hated brown. Which was a lie, but you didn’t have the guts to tell her to back off. Don’t get it wrong, you loved your sister and were happy she cared so much about you, but sometimes you wished she would focus on your accomplishments rather than who your last kiss was.

You were telling your problems to the crew, when Veronica spoke up, “Archie, you should be her date to the wedding.”

“Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do something like that. Weddings can quite long, especially weddings in my family.” You blushed, while looking down at your lap. You wouldn’t want to impose.

“Don’t be silly, it wouldn’t be a problem now would it Archikins?” Veronica pressed. She was always a problem solver, and never took no for an answer.

“Yeah, it wouldn’t be a problem. You just have to tell me what color your wearing so I can get a matching tie,” Archie laughed, flashing a cute smile at you.

The day of the wedding had finally come, and you were more nervous about trying to convince your sister that you and Archie were a couple rather than the wedding itself. Beforehand you had informed Archie that your sister thinks that you are dating, and to do couple things like hold hands and be close to each other. Archie had made a cheeky comment about kissing each other, but you just laughed it off.

It was going better than you had expected. The ceremony was beautiful and it brought tears to your eyes. Even if your sister was in your business a lot, you were happy for her and her now husband. One day you hoped to be as happy as she is.

But now came the hard part. Before all you and Archie had done was walk in and sit down to watch the ceremony. Archie had his hand in your lap the whole time, he was playing the part of boyfriend very well.

But now it was time for the reception. You and Archie took your seats at the table and waited for the food to be brought out. While you did, your sister drilled you with questions about Archie.

“So, how long have you two been dating?” Your sister inquired.

You both looked at each other and stumbled a little before he sputtered, “Three months.”

“Oh wow, I haven’t heard much about your relationship. When did you have your first kiss together?” She questioned you for what seemed like hours on your fake relationship with Archie. You had to admit, after a few questions, Archie was getting good at answering the questions. It was almost as if you had been dating, and he was just telling the truth.

When your sister and her husband had their first dance, it took your breath away. They were a match made in heaven, and you aspired to be in a relationship like theirs one day. But now it was time for all the bridesmaids to dance with their dates and the bride and groom.

You and Archie got up from your seats and made your way over to the dance floor. They started playing the slow song your sister had picked out and you and Archie began to dance in sync with the other couples. With Archie’s hands on your lower back, he led you during the dance.

“Our story is pretty epic, you know. How I asked you out under the stars by the river and our first kiss was to your favorite song after we talked all night about our dreams,” Archie laughed, looking into your eyes.

“Yeah, it’s almost like it actually happened,” You giggled looking down at your feet then back up to his face.

Archie’s eyes flickered down to your lips for a split second, but you caught it. You bit you lip while you blushed at Archie’s hand slowly making their way down your curves.

“You know, it could be real,” Archie said nervously, “like the story we made up. We could make it into a reality, only if you wanted to of course.”

“Did the Archie Andrews just ask me out?” You asked pretending to be shocked.

Archie laughed and looked around. He made eye contact with your sister who was watching you like a hawk.

You saw who he was looking at, and decided to really make your sister think you were a couple. You wrapped your hands in his hair before pulling him down into a deep kiss. The kiss was intimate, but not sexually. It was the kind of kiss where the whole room melted away and all that was left was the two of you.

The song ended and it turned to a faster song forcing you to either start dancing faster or to sit down. You pulled away from Archie, and pulled him closer to the DJ. You started to dance like you would if you were at the club, with your back pressed against Archie’s front moving your body to the beat of the music.

Archie had turned you around and brought you in for a kiss. This one was different from the other one though. This kiss had more urgency behind it. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flush against him.

The rest of the night was a blast. You and Archie danced all night long. The couple of times you took your eyes off Archie, you saw your sister looking at you smiling. She was just happy that you were finally having a good time and not acting nervous.

“You know, Arch, you’re a real life saver,” You looked up at the confused boy, “You saved me from all the horrible dates my sister would’ve put me through if I had to tell her we weren’t a couple.”

He smirked as he leaned down to whisper into your ear, “I can think of a couple ways you could repay me.”

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a/n: my first archie imagine omg im such a softie for him. this isnt by best but i hope you like it! Give me some feedback please my inbox is always open!!

Nightmares//Jughead Jones

Request: If you aren’t too overwhelmed, would you mind possibly writing an imagine were the reader and Jughead are together, but the reader secretly hasn’t been sleeping due to nightmares that have been simply horrifying but hasn’t told anyone because she doesn’t want to worry them. So one day everyone is hanging out when she just downright faints from exhaustion and Jug is both freaked out and feeling awful… But he still comforts her when she wakes back up, kinda scolding to. Thank you so so much!! <3

Words: 890

Warnings: none I think

You lay on your bed, your tired eyes wide open. You cannot fall asleep, you won’t fall asleep.

This is how your nights have been going for the last week. Before your insomniac nights, you were having the most horrible and surreal nightmares. Nightmares that included things like your loved ones dying, or you dying. It was absolutely horrifying.

So for the last few days, you haven’t been sleeping. You’ve been drinking energy drinks, coffee, you name it. You’d rather your heart give out from caffeine overload then experience one of your nightmares again.

You sigh as your alarm begins to flash and beep, signaling that it’s time to get ready for school.

The nights just seemed to get longer and longer since you haven’t been sleeping. You didn’t mind it, though. It gave you time to think.

You dragged yourself out of bed, continuing your normal morning routine. Which included a slightly cold shower in order to waken your senses a bit, and then chugging whatever energy drink you had bought the day before.

You were close to the high school, so you usually just walked. Sometimes your friends gave you a ride.

You left your house, making it to school with time to spare.

You spotted your friends circled towards the front of the building, and went to go join them.

“Hey, guys,” you greet them groggily. You walk over to your boyfriend, pecking him on the lips, then grabbing his hand.

“Hey y/n, you alright? You look a little …”

“Dead,” Veronica finishes Betty’s question for you, and they all look at you.

“Just been a bit restless these past few nights, I’m fine,” you say with a small smile. Jughead hasn’t said anything, and it makes you think that he knows something is up.

The five minute bell rings then,“Well, I guess we should all head to class.” You say and give Jughead a kiss on the cheek before parting.

***

After school, the five of you, of course, decided to meet up at Pops.

When all of you were seated, everyone else ordered a milkshake, but you got coffee instead.

“Coffee? At four in the afternoon?” Archie questions.

“Uh, yeah. Like I said, restless nights. Uh, where’s J?” You look around, noticing that Jughead isn’t there.

“He went to the little boys’ room,” V answers your question.

A few minutes later, you feel a hand on your shoulder,“Babe, I want inside.”

You nod your head, standing up. Suddenly you felt very, very dizzy.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Jug asks and looks at you with concern.

But before you could answer, you feel yourself falling. The last thing you hear are people calling your name, and then falling into the arms of someone before everything went dark.

***

When you came to, you realized the mattress you were on wasn’t yours. It was cold and much too stiff.

Were you even in your house? It was much too bright. It was also freezing in the room you were in.

You heave your heavy eyelids open, waiting for your eyes to focus. When they do, all you see is white. You look down, seeing that all you’re wearing is a thin polka-dotted gown.

You raise your hand to your head, groaning. You look over in the corner of the room to see someone sleeping in a chair.

“Jug,” no movement,“J! Wake up.”

He moves a little bit before rubbing his eyes and sitting up, looking at you tiredly.

“Hey, sleeping beauty. Have a nice nap?” He says with a smile.

You furrow your eyebrows,“Yeah, actually. Weird.”

“Why is that weird?” Jughead asks and walks over to the side of your bed. “Does it have something to do with why you passed out and slept into the next day?”

Your eyes widen,“What? What time is it?”

“It’s currently 5:43 in the morning. Just in time for school,” he says with a smirk.

“Ha-ha. Yeah right,” you roll your eyes but smile at him anyway.

“Y/n.”

“Jug.”

“Tell me what’s been going on with you. Please. I want to help,” he grabs your hand and you look down, almost feeling guilty for not just telling him in the first place.

“I, uh, have been getting these really vivid and terrible nightmares for the past couple of weeks. And I thought that the only way to avoid them was to stay awake,” you admit and you feel tears pooling in your eyes.

“Why didn’t you just tell me? You knew I would’ve helped,” you can hear the hurt in Jug’s voice, and you start to feel really bad.

“I didn’t want to burden you or anyone else. I don’t want you to worry about me,” a tear rolls down your cheek.

“Y/n, as your boyfriend, it’s kind of my job to worry about you,” he replies with a smile. He reaches up to your face, wiping away the tear with his thumb.

“I’m sorry,” you say and hold his hand tighter. “Did you stay here all night?”

“Of course I did. And I’ll stay here until you leave,” you roll your eyes at this. You know there’s no point in arguing, so you don’t. “And next time, just tell me if something like this happens. We can figure it out.”

“We always do.”