This is how I’ll love you: like the night sky holding on to her brightest stars so they won’t fall, like a lighthouse safely guiding her sailors home, like a flower rising toward her sun, like the wave gently lapping against her shore, like a flame igniting, burning herself over and over again for the one she loves.
This is how you’ll love me: from a distance, close enough to touch, but never close enough to let yourself get hurt. Never close enough to let me in. Walking on eggshells, tiptoeing around your feelings like there was a way for you to avoid catching them.
This is how we’ll end: I ask you to meet me halfway, but you never show up. I ask you to tell me what you want but you never know yourself. I ask you to let me go because I cannot stay for someone who does not know for sure if he wants me to. So we end how we began. But, tell me, if there was no beginning, how can there ever be an end? If all we did was go in circles, how can we stop?
Requests: I just read The Fourth Musketeer and I’m in
love! Will you release the next part soon? I can’t wait ❤❤❤
Can u please do a part
2 of “the four musketeer” please?
I know requests are
closed and so please don’t even rush with this request like honestly take
however long you want to, but I actually need a 2nd part of ‘the fourth
musketeer’ your writing is so amazing!
Pairing: Archie x
has become invested in (Y/N)’s story, and so she seeks out those who knew her.
A/N: I have been
having so much fun writing this series, hope you guys enjoy this part!
“(Y/N)” was the only word that came out
of Veronica’s mouth as she sat down at the lunch table. Jughead, Betty, and
Kevin’s heads all snapped up.
“How do you know about (Y/N)?” Kevin
questioned. Veronica shrugged.
“Archie was kind of having a meltdown at
Jughead’s party,” she answered. Betty and Jughead shared a concerned look.
“God, what happened?” Betty asked.
“He was screaming her name when I came
up,” Veronica explained. "He
babbled on about how much he loved her and that he should’ve told her and that
he kissed her.“
“Wait, he kissed her?” Kevin
interrupted, his eyes doubling in size. He
glanced over at Jughead and Betty who appeared to be just as shocked as he was.
“You didn’t know?” Veronica’s eyes
“No,” Jughead muttered, shaking his
head. "He never told us.“
“We always knew they had a thing for each
other,” Kevin elaborated. "But
we never knew that something actually happened between them.“
"When did she move?”
“Two years ago,” Jughead answered. "The summer before eighth grade.“
"There was this dance,” Betty reminisced,
“in the fall of our eighth grade year.”
“Archie was gonna ask (Y/N),” Jughead
frowned. "He was preparing himself
ever since he first heard about the dance.“
"And he never got the chance,” Kevin
“Do you know why she moved?” Veronica
inquired. The rest of her table
“Probably her dad,” Betty replied. "He was a really intense lawyer, and he
got relocated to some big city firm.“
”(Y/N) was gonna try and stay with the
Andrews,“ said Jughead. "They
were more than willing to take her in, too. But-”
“But, of course, her parents wanted her to
go with them,” Veronica finished. Jughead grimly nodded. "So two whole years, and Archie still
isn’t over this girl?“
"Well the thing is,” Betty grimaced,
“he never coped well with her leaving. After (Y/N) left he was… strange. He practically denied her existence.”
"Yeah,” Kevin chimed in. "He never talked about her or anything. It was pretty frightening, actually. It seemed like he had completely forgotten
"And if you’re wondering why Archie can’t
get over her,” Jughead answered Veronica’s unasked question, “it’s
because he was always in love with her.”
“Yeah, he told me that,” she mumbled.
“I don’t think you understand though,”
he said. "They were both so in
love. They were always there for each
other, caring for each other. When
Archie’s parents were fighting, (Y/N) was there; whenever (Y/N)’s dog died,
Archie was there. You couldn’t find one
without the other. Betty and I were also
good friends with them, but those two? They
Maybe it was Veronica’s fascination with dramatic
love stories; maybe it was her desire for an explanation as to why Archie
didn’t return her feelings for him. Either way, she found herself searching for
more information about (Y/N). That was
how she ended up at the Andrews household. Archie wasn’t home.
”(Y/N)?“ Fred Andrews repeated, holding
a beer as he sat across from Veronica. "I
haven’t heard that name in a while.”
“I, on the contrary, have been hearing her
name quite a lot lately,” Veronica shrugged, sipping on a glass of water. "So what happened between her and
"Oh, I don’t think it’s my place to
say,” Mr. Andrews sighed. "It’s
Archie’s tale to tell.“
"He already told me about her,”
Veronica quickly explained. "But
only the happy parts. Only the parts he
wants to remember.“ Mr. Andrews
exhaled and took another swig of beer. He
stared at Veronica for a moment in silence.
"Why do you want to know?” he finally
“I like hearing stories,” she shrugged.
“This sounds like a good
book.” Fred Andrews laughed.
“If this was a book,” he responded,
“my son would’ve had a happy ending with that girl.”
“Maybe he will,” Veronica offered. "I don’t think the story’s over
yet.“ Fred’s laughter shrunk into a
smile. He cleared his throat.
"If there’s one thing you should know about
(Y/N),” he started, “it’s that she is the purest soul you will ever
meet. She was kind and gentle, and she
was exactly what Archie needed.” Veronica
quietly nodded, intrigued. "I knew
both her father and mother quite well. So,
of course, when our children were born around the same time, we knew we wanted
them to be best friends. A couple years
later, we realized we wanted them to get married.“ Fred Andrews and Veronica both laughed. "Sometimes in the movies you see the boy
and girl resisting each other because when you’re little, it’s gross to talk to
someone who’s the opposite gender. That
was never the case with Archie and (Y/N). They were both sweet on each other.”
“That’s so cute,” Veronica cooed.
“It was,” Mr. Andrews sighed. "I remember this one day; I think Archie
was eleven at the time. He and (Y/N)
were at the park all day, as they usually were. That night, he came running home and swung the
door open. His mouth was going at a mile
per minute. When I finally got him to
slow down, he told me that he was in love with (Y/N). He had the biggest grin on his face.“
"The day he kissed her?” Veronica
clarified. Mr. Andrews chuckled.
“Yeah. God, it made me so happy. I knew that he sometimes overheard his mom and
I fighting, and I was worried that it would somehow affect his relationships. That kind of stuff damages a kid, you know? But he had stars in his eyes as he talked
about (Y/N), and I don’t think I’ve seen him that happy since then.”
“I heard you offered to take her in,”
Veronica changed the subject, “when she was going to move.” Fred Andrews stiffly nodded.
“Archie’s mom and I fought a lot. But (Y/N)’s parents? That poor kid. She slept over here so many times because the
screaming was keeping her awake. And the
saddest part was she never cried or appeared to be sad. She would just come in here, clutching
Archie’s hand, looking up at me with big sad eyes and politely asked me to
stay. Of course, I never refused.” Veronica frowned. "When I heard she was moving, I was
concerned about how crushed Archie was, sure, but I couldn’t bear to let (Y/N)
go off on her own with her parents. At
least when she was in Riverdale, I knew she had a safe place here. Now, I don’t know if she has one.“ He took a long swig of beer before continuing.
”(Y/N) was like a daughter to me. Archie isn’t the only one who loved her.“
"Sounds like a special girl,” Veronica
commented. Fred nodded.
“Have you ever considered writing a book
about this?” Veronica sat across
from Jughead in Pop’s. He lightly glared
at her, lowering his laptop lid.
“Write about what?” he snapped. She had interrupted his writing when he was in
“(Y/N),” she answered. Jughead shot a glance at Betty.
“You know before Jason Blossom was shot,
(Y/N) and Archie were the most interesting things in Riverdale.”
“Wasn’t there a two-year gap between (Y/N)
leaving and Jason getting shot?” Veronica inquired.
“Isn’t it interesting that someone so in
love could just pretend that the person they loved never existed?” Betty
countered on Jughead’s behalf.
“Touché,” Veronica muttered.
“Anyways, to answer your question, of course
I’ve considered it,” Jughead said. "In
fact, I already wrote a whole novel.“
"Seriously?” Betty and Veronica
exclaimed simultaneously. Jughead nodded
“Of course. But I do think something is missing,” he
responded. Veronica furrowed her
“What do you mean?”
“Well I kept it non-fiction,” he
elaborated. "I didn’t add anything
that didn’t happen. Although, I guess
now I’ll have to put in the kiss. Anyways,
I don’t have a plot twist.“
”(Y/N) moving isn’t plot twist enough for
you?“ Betty asked a question this time.
"That’s the climax,” he explained. "Everything that happened after that was
the falling action. I have no plot twist
and no resolution.“ All three
sitting at the table furrowed their eyebrows. A faint jingle alerted the diner that there
was a new customer. Betty casually
glanced up and then did a double take at what she saw. She gripped Jughead’s arm.
"Is that plot twist enough for you?”
she whispered, gesturing towards the entrance. Jughead and Veronica’s gaze both snapped
towards the front, their focus attaching to the figure who just walked in.
“No way,” Jughead breathed.
“Is that…” Veronica trailed off,
unable to form a sentence. Jughead and
Betty both nodded, confirming her suspicions.
Requested: Yes. Anon asks, “I think 4 and 6 would go good together, but if that’s too much, then 6. I’d like the pairing to be a female reader with Anti. Please and thank you :)”
Warnings: Cursing, Sad, Angst, Cruel Words, Mentions of Suicide?
A/N:The prompts are~ “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.” and “Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.” … Enjoy!
Anti had fucked up, he knew he had fucked up. He couldn’t take back what he had said. The argument was stupid, it was about Anti not cleaning his mess in the kitchen, and yet here they were… Anti was sitting against her bedroom door listening as (Y/N) sobbed into the bed sheets.
“I work for eight hours every day so that you and I can have a place to call home! All that I ask is that you help me keep it looking like a home!” (Y/N) shouted as she threw the dishes into the sink, cursing under her breath. Anti sat at the table, watching.
“Yeah? What’s another hour of work?” Anti said with a roll of his eyes. (Y/N) dropped the a dish onto the floor and it shattered around her, but she just turned to him with a fierce look in her eye.
“Really? You think that just because you’ve got power means that you can take my hospitality for granted? I’m tired, Anti. I don’t want to come home and have to clean up your mess.”
“Then don’t! I’m not Sean, do you expect me to comfort you? Do you expect me to give you a back rub and cuddle with you? That pathetic excuse of a human is gone. I thought you accepted that!”
“Don’t you dare speak about Sean that way, ever! Sean was my friend!” (Y/N) screamed chucking the soaking dishcloth at him. She hated talking about him, especially to Anti. And it wasn’t really Anti’s fault that Sean was gone. Sean accepted Anti, Sean had asked Anti to take over his life. (Y/N) knew this.
“You have feelings for me, don’t you? Humans are pathetic. I am not Sean, I could never love you. You’re pathe-” Anti was cut off by a sob, guilt immediately washing over him. He was an entity but that didn’t mean that his emotions were entirely shut off.
“How can you say that? How can you so effortlessly break someone,” (Y/N)’s voice lowered to a whisper, tears rolling silently down her face. “I accept you for who you are, I understand why you do the things you do, you’re a demon. You can’t feel anything, I know that, but you’ve talked about wanting to feel emotions. I just… I don’t understand why you act like a monster… “ (Y/N) choked back a sob and walked past Anti, going to her bedroom. Anti didn’t try to stop her but he followed her.
(Y/N) had stopped crying and it sounded like she was asleep, so Anti slipped through the door. She was curled up, clutching a pillow, and wrapped in a blanket. Anti sat at the head of the bed, moving so that he was leaning against the headboard and (Y/N)’s head was laying in his lap. He said and started running his fingers through her hair. After a few moments Anti heard a soft voice,
“I’m sorry… “ (Y/N) whispered, curling into a tighter ball. Anti’s movements stopped and (Y/N) nudged against his hands, like a cat. The entity let out a soft sigh and started again.
“You probably hate me… I’m sorry, too.” Anti winced unsure of his ‘apology’.
“I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.” (Y/N) forced out, staring at the wall. Neither of them spoke for a while.
“Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.” Anti finally said, staring down at (Y/N). She looked up at him, leaning up to kiss his cheek. Anti chased her back down to the bed, pressing his lips against hers. After he pulled away she sighed, her cheeks a soft shade of pink.
Summary: When your boyfriend Bucky comes back from a mission all you want to do it’s to spent the day cuddling with him and make up for the lost time. Unfortunately, life has other plans and Bucky is called to work right away.
This is my submission for @buckthegrump writing challenge where my prompt was “Or you could…ya know, stay?”
Paring: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Full of fluffy and very sexual it is not a smut but there is dirty talking on it
You wake up with the bed moving, you groan annoyed at the disturbance. You are definitely not ready to get up, last night you barely slept waiting for Bucky to get home from a mission. When he got home he was, dirty, starving and with bruises all over his body.
It was safe to say that you only manage to go to be around 4 am when you were sure that he was fine. Well as much as he could be after a mission.
“Morning, babe.” You hear Bucky saying behind you, you feel his human hand rest on your hip as he starts to kiss your neck “Morning, Jamie… What time is it?” All you want to do is sleep all day with him by your side “Almost, 10 am… I would say that we overslept but that would be a lie.”
I would wait for her every school morning. Her mom drove her every day, so she was consistently on time.
Her mom would pull up, I would quickly walk out the door, then offer to carry bags as we walked in. I avoided her mom. She gave me bad vibes.
I would wait for her after tests, usually. I would either know the work, or not at all. The end result was usually the same. I finished first, then waited for her. I drew her on my work sometimes. She didn’t know.
I waited for her calls. We would talk while doing homework we could complete by ourselves. Sometimes she would panic. I was there to comfort her.
I would wait for her to get to my house, whenever she could come. We would go on walks, smash old beer bottles, and toss rocks. Sometimes we chose to stay on my bed and talk.
I would wait on her when she asked me to stay up. I was never one to stay awake late, especially on school nights, but for her I would. She was worth it.
I waited on her as she was in another relationship. It wouldn’t work, I was straight damnit, she had a boyfriend.
I waited on her when she broke up with him, made sure she was ok. He hated me.
If pudding turns to be good Character and wants to help the SH , and on top of that she have feelings for Sanji would you ship them ? I mean could you imagine Sanji loves her back ? I still love SANna but if Sanji will prefer Pudding will you ship them as well ? Ah BTW I love your blog keep going 💙💙
Hahaha I think Sanji doing main courses while she doing desserts sounds pretty cute, but only if the AU you described came true! lol
All these posts about breadsticks make me laugh and cringe because:
When I was 15 I was on a trip with Ag studies group we went to an Olive Garden, I had never been to an Olive Garden before and I am a great bread enthusiast so when the waitress put this basket of delicious-sticks in front of me I was like ‘holy shit’ and ate like 10. I started shoving them into my purse to save for later, and the waitress had to keep bringing baskets of breadsticks because they were disappearing (into my purse). There were a lot of guys on that trip and I figured ‘yeah these teenage dudes could be in theory eating all these breadsticks’ so I thought I had a bulletproof cover.
Fast forward to when we are leaving, I get stopped by the manager and the hostess and they ask to look in my purse. Cue my ‘oh shit busted’ face and a grudging handing over of my bulging purse, to which they opened and started pulling out an obscene amount of breadsticks and laying them on the counter while the hostess counted them. I actually had no idea how many breadsticks I’d had in there and when the hostess got up to 40 I was still convinced I was going to jail but oh my god I had 40 breadsticks in there so I was kind of impressed with myself. The hostess kept counting.
Forty seven breadsticks was the total they found. (I had another two very squished and folded up in a zipped side pocket that they never looked in). They then took my picture and politely asked me to stay the fuck away from their restaurant as my picture would be posted on their ‘restricted list. To this day, 6 fucking years later, I have never gone back to any Olive Garden, because some part of me believes that some eagle eyed waitress will recognize me from a wanted poster for the Breadstick Bandit and I’ll have to explain to my mom why Olive Garden put me in prison
1 or 74 for andreil?? I love your writing so much!!
Okay fuck me up this is… I don’t think I’ve ever written a fic where they get into a fight???? This was a first, and I thank you for that. Also, I used both prompts, yay me! xD
#1 “If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.” #74 “I didn’t mean what I said.”
The hours between three and five in the morning are liminal. It’s a shifting from late night to early morning. It’s as dark as the night will get and the start of the sunrise. On a college campus, it’s the only two hours where everyone save the severely panicked or sleep-troubled are dead to the world.
Neil throws a small rock off of the roof and doesn’t care that it hits a car. A brand new pack of cigarettes sits next to him on the ledge, unopened. It’s been sitting there like a wound for the last thirty minutes. The wound is self-inflicted. Neil bought the pack earlier in the night, after a run didn’t clear his head. Buying the cigarettes was an impulse and a habit, but that doesn’t explain why it hurts so much.
He might be able to breathe better if he could inhale the acrid smell of cigarette smoke. But the only calming thing his mother ever gave him is not going to fill the gaping crater in the center of his being. He aches, and he doubts it’s something burning tobacco can cure.
The door to the roof opens with the usual ruckus of rusted hinges and a frame caving in on itself. Neil doesn’t turn. Only Andrew would come looking for him here.
A/N: This is a song lyric inspired fiction… type thing?? I’m not good with fiction terminology, if that’s even a thing haha oops. It’s based off ‘When I Look At You.’ By Miley Cyrus. Anyways I love this so much actually :D If any of you want to send me requests I would love to take them, and I’d love to know what you think of my writing! Part 4 of Jealousy will be out soon btw! Much love <3
Everybody needs inspiration
Everybody needs a song
A beautiful melody,
For when the nights are long.
'Cause there’s no guarantee
That this life is easy.
You sat in the diner by yourself, staring down at your laptop. It was midnight, and although you weren’t exactly supposed to be there, you needed to get out of the hell hole that was your house. It had just been constant fighting between your mom and dad. Although they were divorced, they were still forced to live with eachother until your mom got back on her feet. Their constant yelling and screaming at eachother were bad, but not as bad as your depression and anxiety that had been acting up lately. It was bad, and there seemed to be nothing anyone could do about it. So here you sat, trying to write some stupid paper about 'how far would you be willing to go to find the truth’ but nothing was coming to mind except the shit show that was your life. You had no inspiration, no motivation, and honestly you just wanted to cry. Just as you decided it was time to give up, a familiar pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You turned to face Jughead, and he gave you a small smile, and you attempted to return it, but he could tell something was off.
“What’s wrong?” he lightly questioned, and you leaned into him, enjoying the feeling of peace while it lasted.
"Nothing anymore.“ you whispered, only wanting him to hear you, not that there was anyone else in the diner. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.
"Bullshit. Please tell me what’s up.” he mumbled against your skin. You grabbed one of his hands that held tight on your waist and he rubbed small circles on it.
“I’m stressed because of my parents, I feel like absolute depressed and anxious garbage, and I don’t know what to write for my damn essay. But none of that matters now, you’re here.” he squeezed you tighter with one arm, he and used the other one to open your laptop.
“We can deal with everything else later, because I can’t allow that. But first, Let’s see what we’re working with…” he said, opening word. “How far would you be willing to go to find the truth..” You stared at the screen, just looking at the blank page made you want to scream and throw your laptop in a blender. “Write about Jason Blossom and his death.” Jughead suggested, and you perked up, an idea forming in your head. Jughead was on the search for truth, and he so far had gone to great lengths for it.
“Or even better, I could write about you trying to find the truth about his murder.” you said, quickly typing. Jughead watched as words flew across the digital page. He took in every detail of you in this moment, your fingers as they typed, how you bit your lip in concentration, even how your hair fell down across your face and you didn’t even bother moving it because you were so in the zone. He wondered if this is what you felt like when you watched him write. You turned your head and kissed him.
“My inspiration.” You mumbled against his lips.
Yeah when my world is falling apart
When there’s no light to break up the dark
That’s when I look at you.
When the waves are flooding the shore
And I can’t find my way home anymore,
That’s when I look at you.
“I can’t do this anymore Jughead!” you yelled, collapsing onto the ground. It was becoming harder to breathe, and your vision was blacking out. Everything around you was blurry, the tears in your eyes distorting everything you looked at.
“ Y/N please listen to me, everything is going to be okay!” he said tenderly, trying to not let his worry show. He grabbed your shoulders and he looked you in the eyes, his heart breaking as he saw the tears flow out of them. “Listen, I want you to breathe.”
“I can’t!” you cried, shaking your head.
“Yes you can, please Y/N. Just try.” he was doing his best to stay calm, but seeing you like this tore him apart.
“What’s the point Jughead! I can’t do this anymore, I have no reason to!” you sobbed.
“Y/N you have me!” he yelled.
“You could do so much better, you’ll find so much better and you’ll leave and I’ll be completely alone!” you bitterly yelled. Y/N looked at him, and started to cry even harder.
“Juggie I’m so sorry, please don’t cry!” she sobbed. Jughead hadn’t even noticed that tears were rolling down his face, and Y/N had never really seen him cry before. Sure she saw a tear or two every once in a while, but never this many. Her chest got tight and her heart shattered. Jughead pulled her into his chest, and they held eachother.
“I could never do better than you.” he whispered, rubbing circles on her back. She held onto him tighter, wanting nothing more to make him stop crying. She could feel his tears fall onto her shoulder. “It’s you who could do so much better, I’m not good enough for you Y/N, I-”
“Forsythe don’t even say that! I love you more than anything in this world, you make me feel less broken and alone and I don’t know what I’d do without you.” she whispered.
“You do the same for me.” he said, kissing her forehead. You make me feel whole.“
"Juggie, I know now that my home isn’t a place, my home is you.” she smiled up at him. He leaned down and kissed her, cupping her face.
“You’re my home too, Y/N.” he leaned his forehead against hers, and smiled back down at her.
When I look at you,
I see forgiveness,
I see the truth.
You love me for who I am.
Like the stars hold the moon.
Right there where they belong,
And I know I’m not alone.
“I’m sorry.” Y/N whispered, standing by Jugheads locker at school. He crossed his arms and stared at her.
“You’re in my way.” he said coldly, although it killed him to talk to her like that. She stepped away from the locker, and he turned his back to her and opened it up. Rummaging through his backpack for his math notebook he did his best to ignore Y/N behind him, no matter how badly he wanted to kiss her and hold her.
“Juggie can we please talk about this?” she asked.
“Don’t call me that.” Y/N felt tears stinging in her eyes.
“Jughead please!” she begged, and Jugheads heart broke at the sound of her voice. He turned around and saw a tear roll down her face.
“Okay! We can talk if you stop crying.” he said, closing his locker and pulling her into the nearest janitor closet. The door closed behind him and he looked down at her.
“Jughead I’m sorry! I know that you feel like I’m lying because I have things to hide from you and that I’m distancing myself because you think I’m going to leave you but that’s not the case! Things at home are getting worse and… I was scared to tell you what was going on.” Jughead looked at her worryingly.
“What do you mean? What’s going on?” he asked, stepping towards her.
“They… they kicked me out Jughead.” she started to sob, and she wrapped his arms around her. “I’m homeless and I’m alone and maybe I deserve it. Maybe I don’t deserve a home and a family, I’m just a big problem!”
“No you aren’t.” he whispered, rubbing her back. “And you aren’t alone, you’ll never be alone. Come stay with me.” He said.
“What?” she asked, looking up at him.
“Come live with me.” he said again, smiling down at her.
“Where do you live?” she asked, a bit of excitement present in her voice.
“Don’t tell anyone, but I live at the Twilight Drive-In.” he whispered, and she stares up at him in shock. He laughed and pulled her towards him again.
“You wouldn’t want to live with me.” she said. “I dance around too much and sing off key, I eat way too much and I yell at the screen while I watch movies and tv even though they can’t hear me! I sleep all day or I lay in bed and watch YouTube and I talk in my sleep-”
“I already know, and I think it’s adorable.” he said, cutting her off. “You’re perfect to me Y/N, and if your parents don’t want you then I’ll sure as hell take you.”
“Oh Jughead…” Y/N fought back tears, but for a different reason this time. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.” Jughead said, grabbing her hand.
You appear just like a dream to me,
Just like kaleidoscope colours that cover me
All I need, every breath that I breathe
Don’t you know you’re beautiful?
“I swear Y/N, if you don’t give me back my beanie-”
“What are you going to do?” Y/N interrupted him, giving a smirk.
“I’m going to do….” Jughead trailed off, trying to think of a punishment for the (y/h/c) girl standing on the bed smiling down at him. “This.” he said, running towards the girl. He jumped up on the bed and tackled her, pinning her underneath him.
“Sucks to be you.” she said, grinning ear to ear. Jughead looked around for the beanie, but couldn’t see it anywhere . He looked down at Y/N and she giggled.
“Where is it?” he asked.
“That’s on a need to know basis, and I’m sorry, but you don’t need to know.” she said.
“Actually, I think I do. That’s my beanie.” he playfully argued.
“Actually, you don’t.” she laughed, trying to mimic his voice.
“Y/N, please!” He begged. Y/N attempted to sit up, but couldn’t. She fell back down on the bed, and Jughead gave his best puppy dog eyes and stuck out his bottom lip.
“Is Jughead Jones giving me puppy eyes right now?” Y/N laughed. Jughead rolled his eyes and sighed. He leaned down and fell onto Y/N, now laying on her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, and she kissed him on the forehead.
“I think you’ll be okay without it for one day.” she said. Jughead groaned, and it tickled Y/ns neck.
“I won’t be though! I feel like I look like an idiot without it. Not that I look any better usually.” he said, raising his head so he was looking at her.
“Um, no.” she quickly sat up, pushing Jughead up too.
“No what?” he asked, confused by her sudden change in behavior. He sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled Y/N onto his lap.
“You never look like an idiot. You’re adorable.” Y/N said in a very serious tone.
“Not exa-” Jughead was cut off by a kiss. He pulled back, and looked up at the girl on his lap. “What was that?” he asked.
“What I’m not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?” Y/N teased an he chuckled.
“No, I mean-” again he was cut off with another kiss.
“You’re so handsome Jughead.” she mumbled against his lips. He pulled back again and stared at Y/N, and she admired his sweet smile plastered on his face. His hair was messed up, wild and free from his beanie, and the setting suns light shone through the window, lighting the room up beautifully. Y/N felt like she was in a dream, and if it was one she hoped she’d never wake up. He reached up and cupped her face, and she leaned into it.
“How did I ever get so lucky to have you?” Jughead asked softly.
“I could ask you the same thing.” she said, leaning down to kiss him again.
Peter was walking home from Derek’s loft. He’d done this a thousand times, passed you house late at night looking to see if you was awake, knocking at all hours just to see y/n. Tonight was different he needed to go to your house he needed to see you.
He looked at and saw your bedroom light on. Relief washed over him but it wasn’t enough, his claws still dug into his palms. It was a super moon and Peter couldn’t properly control the shift, he’d gotten a handle but not completely, it was hard him to get your house without completely turning but the more time passed the less control he had.
Inside you’d gotten ready for bed, and was reading a chapter of a book. A knocking on the door disturbed you, going down you looked through the spy hole seeing no one there. Huffing you went back to your room to your book when a shadow by the open window made you scream. “Peter what the hell you scared me half to death” you say.
Peter didn’t speak stirred at you with his blue glowing wolf eyes, inhaling deeply getting the the sent of you “what’s wrong Peter?” you ask not sure why a wolfed out Peter would be in your room. He growled at you “stay back y/n” you could see he was using all his will power to stay in the same place “peter tell me what’s happening” you say stepping forward. Peter let out another louder growl, but you chose to ignore it. He flashed his fangs at you but you didn’t back down. Reaching up you put your em hand on his face watching his features return to his human form.
He grabbed you hugging you tight. “you know I could of killed you right” he said he sounded different I hint of panic in his voice. “I don’t care what was that? what’s wrong?” Peter raised his brows “even the strongest wolfs have a hard time with a super moon sweetheart” he said sitting in your bed pointing out the window to a large bright moon “so you thought you’d came here?” Peter blushed at you “I needed too, I love you y/n, also your my anchor” he said fast “did you just say” you started to ask but Peter kissed you stopping your question. When you pulled away you was still stunned by his words, Peter cupped your face “yes y/n I love you” you smiled at him “I love you too peter”
you had been arguing with Derek for the last half an hour, he wouldn’t let you go out with the rest of the pack and wouldn’t give you a reason for it. “why can’t I go, you never let me do anything Derek I’m just as strong as stiles and have the same training as Allison so why can’t I?” you shout. “why can’t you just listen to a simple instruction for once” he roared back at you. “because your not my mother or the boss of me” you answered helping Allison pack up some guns and crossbows getting fed up with him. “I don’t want you to go” he say looking at you sternly.
You look at Derek wide eyed “well we don’t always get what we want now do we” you say. Derek flashes his alpha red eyes and growls, you wait a minute to see if he says anything. When he doesn’t you March towards him “you can quit with the alpha male act, I’m not a wolf you can’t out rank me or intimate me” you say now face to face with him. “I’m big enough to make my own choices and I’m coming and if you continue to try and stop me I’ll walk out and never come back” you say knowing Derek wouldn’t risk losing you like that.
Turning your head pouting annoyed now waiting for Derek’s reaction, he just smiled. You was the only person to stand up to him, it’s what he loved about you, but sometimes you was so stubborn even he couldn’t get you to change your mind once it was made. “y/n, looked at me” he says you face him to see his bright smile “I love you” he says wrapping his arms round you bringing you closer “you what” you say surprised to hear the words come from him. “I love you y/n, I don’t want you getting hurt” he said sweetly. You laughed hugging him “I love you too Derek” you say “but I’m still going with you all” Derek laughed “your so stubborn” he rolled his eyes “fine but stay by me”
You walked into school, your eyes searching the hallway for Theo. You couldn’t see him so went to your own locker getting your books for the morning lessons. Walking down the hall toward the math class you saw Theo giggling with Tracy Stuart.
You wasn’t a jealous person but something about them got to you. You walked into math sitting next to stiles. Theo walked in late he crossed his eyebrows when he saw you sitting with a partner already. Throughout the lesson Theo tried to grab your attention, most likely to see why you wasn’t sitting with him as usual, but you did your hardest not to turn and look at him still annoyed he was flirting with Tracy. During lunch you walked past the benches hearing Theo’s voice.
You looked seeing Theo and Tracey together again. “because your my favorite” you heard Theo say to her. That was it you ran from the spot skipping afternoon lessons and the rest if the week. You didn’t want to face Theo let him see how broken you felt, you had lied to the pack saying you had the flu, knowing they would tell Theo.
Saturday morning you sat in you pyjamas watching your favorite show zoning out of your relationship drama when you heard a knock on the door. When you open it it’s Theo “go away” you tell him still not ready to see him. “what’s wrong y/n you don’t look sick and you haven’t been in school” he asked. Feeling angry “I’m surprised you noticed after all the time you spend with Tracy” you say trying to close the door on him.
Theo put his hand out pushing it back open, “kitten please what are you talking about” he asks walking in. “don’t act dumb, Theo I saw you flirting with her, telling her she’s your favorite! So you can just go be with her” your shout at him as tears roll down your cheeks. Theo couldn’t hold in his laughter “kitten don’t be jealous of Tracy, she’s part of my pack but your my soulmate” he said using his thumb to wipe your tears “I love you y/n and I miss you” you hug him tightly “I love you too Theo” you answer as Theo kisses your head.
You and Chris had been dating for a while without telling the pack, worried how Allison would take it. You had spent weeks sneaking in and out of the argent house before she would come home from school or when she was staying over at Lydia’s.
Tonight was no different, she’d gone to Lydia’s for the night do you planned on staying. You walked into Chris’s house he’d placed candles on the living room, ordered your favorite take out, put on a movie you had both said you wanted to see. This was what you loved about Chris, the big tough hunter who had a soft spot just for you.
You sat cuddled with you legs over his and your head on his chest watching the movie. As it was finishing Chris made a joke about how he was better then the guy in the movie, “I’m braver, stronger and ” he started confidently “and more handsome I bet” you laughed “of you say so baby” he said kissing your lips, neck and jaw line.
None of you heard the front door open, too caught up in your kiss, you didn’t notice the sound of footsteps or even the living room door creek open until you heard a loud “what the heck” you and Chris pulled away from the kiss looking at Allison stood there. After a few seconds “sorry” she running up the stairs. You looked at Chris who rubbed his face “well she knows now” he laughed nervously. “I should go” you said getting up not sure what to do.
Chris got up just as fast following you into the hallway “no, wait! I don’t want you to leave” he said grabbing you hand pulling you back. You look at him “what! You still want me to stay?” you ask confused he’d never asked you to stay at his house before “of course I do, because I love you y/n” he smiled, kissing you “it’s about time you two went public anyway your bad at hiding” you heard Allison smile from the top of the stairs. Saying how she and the pack had known for a few weeks.
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