Prompt: Hi ! Could I request a Jughead x (plus size)reader ? Maybe something like, they’re dating and are super cute and Betty and Veronica ship them super hard. Maybe just some cute moments of them together and/or with the others ? Thanks so much ! Xx
A/N: This is so cute! I hope you like it! Requests are welcome!
Imagine Summary: A scenario about Y/N walking in on Jungkook practicing his proposal.
Word Count: 778
Jungkook paced the space around his bed, ruffling his hair and squinting his eyes in deep focus. He turned around abruptly and zeroed in on the small blue box that sat on his bed. The velvet fabric sparkled in the sunlight seeping in past the closed curtains.
Jungkook looked away with a loud groan and turned to face the mirror in the corner of the room. It was a large full length mirror that sat next to your makeup-dresser. Jungkook smiled, remembering how the two of you had had a disagreement over the purchase of it.
“Jagi, do you really need a makeup table. Actually, do you even really need makeup? You are already so beautiful without anything on.” He had said pulling you close and playing with your hair as you waited for the Ikea employee to retrieve your set.
You placed your palm on his cheeks and held him, shaking him a bit teasingly.
“Oh Kookie, you are so sweet.” you said planting at quick peck on his lips.
“But we are getting that table. I’m comfortable without makeup but I prefer it. It’s almost like a fun hobby for me than it is a self-esteem booster.” I said pulling away and moving the cart closer to the employee who was now carrying a heavy box which Jungkook quickly moved to go help with.
Jungkook just smiled and shook his head. Makeup or no makeup, I love her always he had thought.
With that memory Jungkook stood a little straighter and closed his eyes.
“Y/N, I planned this- No I um.. I wanted to tell you. .” He stuttered, not truly being able to find his words.
Jungkook opened his eyes and looked towards the table the two of you had had so much fun putting together.
“Y/N, I love you. I love everything about you. Your smile, your laugh, your voice, your eyes, your hair- actually let’s just say I love your whole body.” He laughed and smiled to himself.
“I’m not here all the time. I’m always traveling or practicing and I know you feel like you have to share me with the whole world but you don’t because in my heart there is only you. You will never have to compete for my affections or my love because it’s yours; I’m yours.”
“There is no real reason for why you should marry me, other than the fact that I’m just a guy who loves you with everything he has and you would be making me the happiest and most grateful person alive if you did. Y/N, will you marry me?”
Jungkook tried hard and managed to not choke up during his speech so when he heard a small sob coming from behind him, his body froze. He shifted his eyes to the mirror and saw you standing there with tears in your eyes.
“Jungkook..” You said softly.
“Jungkook turned around to face you.
“You weren’t supposed to hear that…yet.” He said smiling sheepishly but his eyes were darting all over you, trying to read your body language; were you upset? Were you happy? Would you say yes?
All of his questions were answered when you threw your arms around him and placed a passionate kiss on his lips. Jungkook quickly recovered from his shock and responded by kissing you back and wrapping his arms around your waist.
You pulled back for air and held his face between your palms. You looked deeply into his eyes as you said, “Yes. I will marry you.”
Jungkook’s eyes began to water and he pulled you back into a kiss and as if it were possible, deeper this time.
He swiftly picked you up in his arms and laid you on the bed gently, not breaking the kiss.
“Ow!’ You yelled into his lips though the sound was a bit muffled. You reached behind you to find the object that had pointed into your shoulder and found the velvet blue box. You looked down at it and smiled excitedly.
Jungkook quickly got off you and took the box. You were about to protest but then he got down on one knee in front of you.
“Y/N?” He said grinning.
“Yes…” You said suavely.
You pouted slightly; He was teasing now
He laughed and finally said. “Y/N will you marry me?”
“Yes!” You said and he flipped the cover of the box to reveal the most beautiful ring you had ever seen.
“Oh Jungkook, it’s beautiful.” You moved to sit on his knee as he placed the ring on your finger.
“I meant everything I said earlier. I’ll love you forever.”
You felt your heart warm with a happiness you had me ever experienced before.
Did you find your general tastes in life changed after you became vegan? Because I feel like loads about me has changed since becoming vegan, not bad things at all! For example I used to be OBSESSED with Zoella, and while I still like her I kind of view her videos as unsustainable/unethical now in like, do you need a whole dresser of makeup/constant shopping etc? And I'm struggling with working in a pub because of the food/meat and wastefulness etc? Or is it just the research opening my eyes?
Totally! I feel going vegan is really the first step to seeing the world through new eyes. It’s so so powerful. At the beginning it was very overwhelming for me, like I was almost mad at everything… but that isn’t a good way to go about it either haha.
It’s great to be passionate and want change but I’ve found at the same time you can’t let it ruin your daily life and create stress. 👌🏼
summary: you want her, you need her, and i’ll never be her warnings: swearing, alcohol word count: 1892 a/n: so this is the final part to rhythm. thank you so much for the wonderful and positive feedback to this series.
You want to strangle Bucky with every fibre of your being. This man, this– this stupidly– ungraciously – good looking man, makes you want to pull your hair out. He kissed you, fucking put his hands on your waist and his mouth on your lips and your jaw and your neck, and then kicked you out of his fucking room.
And now, he does this incredibly annoying thing where he watches you. You can feel his gaze on you all the time: when you’re watching a movie, when you’re making coffee, when you’re cracking jokes with Sam and Rhodey. He watches you, and when you look at him he pretends to be doing something else, like he’s a thirteen-year-old kid.
Like right now. You’re pouring yourself a cup of coffee and he’s sitting on the bar stool with his S.O. beside him, and you can feel his eyes on the back of your head and your grip on the coffee cup tightens until your knuckles blanche because the least he could do is show his girlfriend he cares about what she’s saying. You take a sip of your coffee, hands shaking in annoyance, as you listen to them talk to each other.
Suddenly they cease talking, and you turn around to see the two of them making out, in the kitchen, in front of you, except – Bucky’s eyes are open. And they’re trained on you. He watches you as he kisses his girlfriend, and you narrow your eyes at him and your empty hand clenches. Then he closes his eyes and deepens the kiss, head tilting away from you.
You take a sharp intake of breath and bite your tongue, stalking out of the room.
The next time you have to deal with them, together, in front of you, you’re watching a movie with Sam. They walk in, holding hands.
“Mind if we join you?” You want to say yes, you do mind, but Sam beats you to responding.
“It’s a free country.” You only just stop yourself from swearing.
They sit down on the two-seater; closer together than you’d asked to see, and you play the movie, watching them out of the corner of your eye. They’re not even paying attention, choosing instead to whisper to each other during the movie. You’re clenching your jaw.
At some point Sam gets a call that he leaves to take, and you’re stuck watching Bucky attempt at cuddling with his girlfriend. Part of you wishes that could be you. The other part is disgusted at how cheesy he’s being, and how his fucking eyes are glancing at you every now or then. You’re trying to ignore him.
When the movie ends and you’ve had enough of listening to their annoying, loud whispers about stupid things like what to have for dinner, you get up to leave the two of them alone on the couch. You’re almost out of the room when you hear his girlfriend speak up. It’s a quiet whisper, and you barely hear it:
“I love you, Bucky.”
You leave without waiting to hear Bucky’s response, heart clenching and the back of your eyes burning.
Clubs aren’t really your thing. The loud music, the alcohol, the sweat, all of it usually makes you want to scrunch your nose in disgust. Usually. So the entire team is shocked that you’re here.
Maria, Nat and Wanda are dancing; Sam and Tony are trying to beat Steve in a drinking contest; and Bucky’s sulking at the bar, girlfriend nowhere in sight. And you? You’ve had five drinks, maybe six? – definitely more that you should be having. You’re on top of the world, and you’re not going to get down any time soon.
The guy beside you is hot. He’s no Barnes, but his jawline is about as sharp with just the right amount of stubble and hair long enough to run your hands through. The best part? He’s alone and interested.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” He asks.
You stand up and grab his hand. “That doesn’t matter.” The guy’s eyebrows shoot up as you pull him towards the dance floor, standing right in Bucky’s line of sight. You can see the scowl on his face, and it makes you smile wider, despite the ache in your chest.
You’re dancing and then he’s pulling you towards the back doors, hands on your hips, mouth on your neck. Then you’re outside, back against the brick exterior, and you’re kissing this guy, hands tangled in his hair, down his back, up to his chest. His mouth leaves sloppy wet kisses along your face, then your neck, on your shoulder, slowly inching towards your chest. Your head leans back against the wall, eyes rolling up to the back of your head and then closing. Your knees go weak as his hands travel to the back of your dress, clasp on to the zipper, then–
There’s a strangled yell. The guy is pulled back, and then there’s a hand on your arm, pulling you away. The fuck? “C’mon, we’re going home.” Barnes. He’s got the deepest scowl on his face, jaw clenched in anger.
You pull your arm back from his grip as the guy you were making out with runs away, cursing at you.
“What the hell, Barnes?”
He scowls even deeper, (you didn’t know that was even possible), and grabs your arm again. “You’re drunk, an’ I’m takin’ you home. That’s enough.” You push him back, fuming, then he’s pushing you back, slamming you into the wall. (Again.) “What do you think you were doing?” His voice is dangerously low, and if you hadn’t known him, you would have cowered away.
You get it then. The eyes trained on you, the constant sour mood, the creased brows, the tight grip, it all makes sense. You let out a short, humourless laugh, then narrow your eyes, your own voice dropping to match his tone. “You don’t get to do that.”
“This!” You’re yelling at him, again. It’s all you ever seem to be doing, but god, he’s just so– so infuriating. And the only thing that’s stopping you from kissing him again is the anger you’re feeling. “Control me!”
He steps back, mouth agape, eyebrows scrunched. He begins to say something, but you cut him off.
“You don’t get to do this!” Your eyes are wet and burning and your rub them hastily. “You don’t get to kiss me, and– and then run back to your girlfriend like nothing happened, okay?” He reaches out to touch you but you swat his arm away. “No, I’m not finished. You don’t get to pretend like it never happened and then stare at me all the fucking time. You don’t get to be jealous! Alright? Because at the end of the day you go back to her and I go back to my life. And that’s fine. If you don’t want to be with me, that’s okay,” your voice drops to a resigned whisper and your face is wet. “I’m okay with that. But you don’t get to be jealous when you have her. You don’t get to stop me from living my life.”
You’re full on crying now, thanks to the alcohol. Bucky gazes at you intensely, then gently pulls your arm, guiding you to the parking lot. “It’s late, we should get back.” The anger from his voice is gone, and he doesn’t say anything more the entire way back to the tower.
That night, Bucky’s screams echo through the halls of the tower. You lay in bed like you have every night since he kissed you, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for his girlfriend to wake him up. The alcohol you had earlier has worn away, and you’re a tired mess now. Bucky didn’t say anything when you got to the tower, only went back to his room, leaving you awake to think about everything you’d said. You close your eyes and groan.
Another scream reverberates though your room. It’s louder and heart wrenchingly painful, and you find yourself pushing your blankets aside with a resigned sigh and walking towards him room. His door is unlocked for the first time since you stumbled in on his girlfriend waking him up, and you push it open to see him thrashing on his bed. His hands are clutching his sheets and he’s losing his voice from screaming so loud. His girlfriend is nowhere to be seen.
You rush towards him and his screaming stops abruptly, though his breathing is still as heavy. You touch his shoulder, shaking him gently. “Bucky, wake up.”
Both his hands grab yours, squeezing tightly. “Пожалуйста, сделать их остановить,” he’s mumbling now, eyes squeezed shut. “Я не хочу, пожалуйста.”
Then his eyes shoot open, gasping for air, and his hands let go of yours, falling back to the bed. You rub your wrist as he closes his eyes again, breathing for a moment. Then–
You stare at him intensely for a couple seconds, then finally ask, “I’m sorry, what?” The disbelief in your voice is unmistakeable. So is the eye-roll he gives you in response.
“I said I’m sorry,” he says, voice raspy from yelling. “For earlier.”
You can’t believe it. This total jerk, apologizing, to you? You raise your eyebrows in disbelief and he rolls his eyes again.
“Take it or leave it.”
You ignore him, glancing around his room instead. It’s bare. Unlike the last few times you’d been here, there are no indications of his girlfriend around. No makeup on the dresser, no clothes lying around. You turn back to Bucky. “Where is your girlfriend, anyway?”
He tenses for a moment, gaze hardening and fingers tightening around the sheets again, then he looks away and relaxes. “We broke up.”
You choke on your spit. Wasn’t it this morning that they were making out and confessing their love for each other? You cough, and then, “I’m sorry.” It’s clipped, because you don’t know how you feel about the situation. You want to be happy about, because your chances are increased, right? But she was sweet and kind and nothing short of nice, and the guilt you feel is so much greater.
“We need to talk, Y/N,” he says, eyes back on you.
Your gaze flits over to him. He’s looking at you intently, blue eyes boring into yours. His fingers skim over your hand, which you realize is still on his shoulder. “No, no.” You pull it back, and then you’re scrambling out of his bed because you know what’s happening, and you’re not going to let it, not right now. So you push yourself off of his bed and make your way to the door, while Bucky questions you.
“What? What happened? Y/N!”
You stop when you get to his door and look back at him, hand hesitating on the doorknob. Bucky’s sitting up, staring at you with wide eyes. “I like you, Bucky,” you say. “I like you more than I should, and you have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.” You open the door as you speak:
“But get this: I’m not going to be your fucking rebound.”
I graduated from cosmetology school yesterday! I’m officially a hair dresser!! My friends Paulina and Ashley made a deal that we would all graduate the same day and we did it, 1000 hours later :)
Also my wonderful teacher Ms.Luz got me a cake as a surprise and it was so nice. I’m super proud of myself 😊
Today is the day I graduate from college. Just like last time, it’s early June. But unlike last time, I don’t feel a single ounce of sadness. I’m sitting in front of the mirror in mine and Jackson’s room in our townhouse that we rent, and he’s getting dressed behind me.
You gathered all of your makeup from the dresser. The products were spilling from the large bag and you carried it to the living room where your boyfriend, Sebastian, was waiting. You switched on the camera and kissed Sebastian lightly. “Hey guys, today we are doing the ‘girlfriend does my makeup tag’ because you guys wanted this.” Sebastian sighed and you laughed.
“Why? Why would you do this to me?” Sebastian ran his hands through his hair and you pumped a little foundation onto the back of your hands. You laughed as you knew that it would not match his skin tone at all.
You dotted the product over his face and buffed out the foundation. You stifled a laugh and continued onwards. “Babe, you’re gonna hate me so much for this.” You hid the mirror from your boyfriend and started to conceal his eyebags. “Your skin looks so clear now!”
Sebastian leant over to kiss you and when you pulled back, you put some powder on his face and then some bronzer to try and do something with the vampire looking boyfriend of yours. “Shut your eyes, babe.” You tried to line his eyes but he kept wriggling. “Stop moving.”
“It’s tickling me and it’s cold. Stop it.” You held his face still and tried to line his other eye but he moved and it smudged. You glared at him and wiped off the extra eyeliner.
“Bucky is literally all eyeliner and angst, stay still!” You somehow managed the eyeliner and you started to do his eyeshadow over it to soften the look. He giggled as the brush swiped across his lids. “Contour time!”
You mapped out his face and tried to soften his masculine features for the sake of the video and you had to stop yourself from laughing. “What are you doing?” Sebastian sounded confused and you kissed him lightly.
You did his eyebrows quickly and he complained that the brush was going to scratch away his skin and you had to conceal the eyebrow before he moved again. “Sebastian!” You were growing more and more annoyed at your boyfriend but you were almost done.
“Look up and keep still. It will hurt if you don’t.” Sebastian stilled automatically and you curled his eyelashes. Once you put the mascara wand close to him, he jerked away and so you gave up and went onto his lips. You lined them and filled them with your favourite lip colour.
“It’s almost done. Keep your eyes shut and I’ll be back. Gotta get something from the bedroom.” You ran to get a wig from your room and put it on his head. “You look so good.” You grabbed the mirror and showed Sebastian.
“What have you done?” He looked horrified but then played along with it.
You come home to a quiet house, most of the lights turned off and none of the electronics on. It’s a rare occurrence, and even an indicator that something’s up- Max is usually doing something at all times, be it shouting into his mic at his friends over some sort of gaming platform, filming, or even just puttering around in the kitchen making himself something to eat.
You know he’s home- the two of your were texting not five minutes ago- and you can’t help but wonder what the deal is.
(Red Velvet) Word count: 1061 Summary: Just one little mistake can cause so much pain | sequel to yeri’s part from this rv reaction | #angst at first then #fluff
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muscles ached from the long day. Performing on stage gave her such a rush, it
was something she had always dreamed of. But being pulled and prodded by designers
and makeup artists and hair dressers; hours of rehearsal; sore throats from
singing too much; sore body from dancing too much; all of it took a toll on her.
The reality of idol life was harder than she had ever imagined. But there was one
thing that she always had to look forward to – you.
You have been a camera operator for the crew that’s been working on Dylan’s most current movie for a few weeks now, and even though you don’t get to interact with him much, you have developed a strong crush over the times you have talked to him. He’s always nice, funny, and carefree with the crew just like he is with his fellow cast members, and he doesn’t treat you differently. You enjoy coming into work every day because of the little conversations you have between takes.
The day starts off how it normally does, with you following the actors around with the camera while they shoot scenes. But things take a different turn when the director/writer for the movie pulls you aside to ask you something.
“We know this is last minute and all, but how would you feel getting in front of the camera instead of just working behind it? The girl we casted as Dylan’s previous girlfriend got a better offer working for a tv show so she bailed on us literally minutes ago. We can’t push back shooting to find another actress, we need to start filming the scenes today.”
You’re shocked by what you hear. You thought you would be getting in trouble for maybe getting carried away from time to time and doing too many close ups on Dylan. This is the last thing you would have expected to hear. “Wait, what? You’re asking me of all people to be in this big movie? I don’t know anything about acting! I just hold the camera!”
He places his arms on your shoulder to calm you down and says, “Don’t worry, we’ll have someone holding up cards with your lines since you wont have time to memorize them. Just read it but look at Dylan when you speak it.”
You would love more than anything to play Dylan’s girlfriend in real life, but having everyone watching you do something you’ve never done before is too nerve racking. “I can’t do it, I’m sorry.”
All of a sudden, Dylan appears in front of the two of you. He catches the last part of the conversation and asks, “Can’t do what?”
The director repeats the same thing he told you minutes ago to Dylan. “The girl we casted as your ex girlfriend decided at the very last minute she would rather be working on another project, so now we have no actress. Unless Y/N does it, we can’t continue filming for the day. She’s the only girl on set right now young enough to fit the part.”
Dylan crosses his arms and bites his lip as if he’s thinking really hard about something. When he looks at you, you look away so he doesn’t catch you staring. “Wow. Ok. Well I think you should definitely do it.”
The fact that Dylan actually wants you to play his love interest for one scene actually boosts your confidence, and you reconsider playing the part. You sigh and say, “Well, it’s only one scene right? I guess… I guess I can do it.”
The Director chimes in happily, “Great, we need to get you to hair and makeup fast.”
You get dragged to a stylist, hair dresser, and makeup artist before it’s time to begin filming.
Dylan sees you as soon as you’re back on set and asks, “Are you okay?”
You nod and reply, “Maybe later I will be. I’ve filmed stuff for so many movies but I’ve never been the one being filmed.”
He smiles and nods to show his understanding. “It the weirdest thing in the world at first but soon you’ll forget the cameras are even there. Maybe you’ll like acting and be really good at it.”
Every time you talk to Dylan, you’re shocked by his kindness because you know first hand how hard it can be to work with up and coming actors. You want to get carried away in conversation but before you know it, someone calls action and Dylan jumps right into character.
After he says his dialogue, he leans in for a kiss and you chicken out once you’re centimeters away from touching each others mouths. You try again but the same thing happens. The director decides to move onto most of the dialogue now and come back to the kissing later, but you even have trouble getting the words to come out without tripping over them. Your face turns red with embarrassment, and you can feel Dylan’s eyes staring right at you. When they call action again, Dylan begins to mess up his own lines. He let’s out a few curse words when he forgets what he’s supposed to say and you both start laughing. This makes the director furious, and he calls for a break after yelling at you two.
“Did you really forget your lines, or were you just trying to make me look less pathetic?” You ask once everyone leaves and it’s just you two.
“You didn’t look pathetic, I just know what it feels like to be under so much pressure when you’re not prepared.” A sly smirk creeps across his face as he ends with, “I know the lines inside and out.”
You laugh and fidget with the uncomfortable outfit the stylist put you in. “I figured that, you’re too good of an actor not to. I’m sorry for messing up your movie. You’re probably going to be behind schedule because I can’t get these lines right. I’m just really nervous.”
“It’s okay, you didn’t sign up for this. You’re doing great, Y/N. What do you say we just keep screwing around? They can’t stop filming for the rest of the day anyway, even if I don’t get the lines right. I’m the lead, I’m in every scene.”
You can’t believe Dylan is willing to risk losing a whole day of filming just to make you comfortable, but you have to turn down the offer. It wouldn’t be fair for him to pretend he isn’t a good actor just because you aren’t.
You and him work on your lines throughout the whole break, and you shock your friends in the crew and the director when you nail the scene on the first try. Dylan gets pulled away to change outfits for the next one, but he gives you a high five and winks at you before disappearing