obsessed with her and this song and this dance and just that look in her eyes

How to Flirt: Embarrassed Boy Edition

Summary: As soon as the first ever Cold Stone Creamery opens up in London, Phil knew he had to go. However, it wasn’t the ice cream that made him keep coming back, but rather the cute employee who looks dead in the eyes whenever he has to sing the tip jar songs.
Word Count: 4,405
Warnings: Food mentions, cussing
A/N: thanks so much to @greynihilism for prompting me this!!! I honestly love this SO MUCH. And of course thanks to @snowbunnylester for listening to me shout and for telling me to match our titles bc we are disgusting soulmates. I didn’t edit this but i’m too excited about it so idgaf! Hope you like it! 

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When a new Cold Stone Creamery opened up in London, it was the biggest thing since sliced bread. Literally everyone had to try some, to get some for themselves, that way they could boast to their friends and family how they got to try it.

Phil was guilty of this. He was a slut for only two things, and those were ice cream and new shops. So when he heard a new ice cream shop was opening up? Phil pretty much shit himself. He gathered all of his friends, sat them down, and explained the situation to them. He didn’t want to say he forced them to come with him, because he didn’t. He just calmly insisted that they come with him and didn’t let them leave the room until they agreed. No biggie.

That’s how he found himself inside of Cold Stone with Kiley, Charles, and Michael. Phil was the only one who was so excited that he couldn’t stop bouncing on the balls of his feet. His friends were chattering beside him, waiting patiently for the line to go down so they could finally order, but Phil was having trouble being patient. He wanted his ice cream and he wanted it now. There were still five people in front of him and he wanted to push them all out of the way so he could order his own ice cream and press his face to the counter glass like an annoying child.

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How them 2000s live actions kids shows be
  • Normal Girl: *internally* I'm just a normal high school girl. I suck at math. I hate my parents. When someone asks me about my opinion on complex socioeconomic issues, I just go "What the heck!?" and start "texting" or something like that. My life would be just like yours, except for one thing: I have an amazing power... I can talk to cetaceans!
  • *at the docks, a bell tolls as our normal protagonist hears the voices of cetaceans bubbling in her mind*
  • Normal Girl: *staring deeply into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: Ahoy! What're you doing?
  • Normal Girl: Just staring into the oceanic abyss, thinking about how much I hate my parents. *internally* I have to keep my ability to speak to cetaceans secret or else... uh...
  • Best Friend: Haha, I feel that, friend. What a colorful life we teens live, our seaside environment awakening a rumbling darkness within ourselves of which we mull on our own with nothing but the unbounding depths of the ocean as our one escape. An escape which serves to only maim our fragile egos with newfound adolescent anxieties.
  • Normal Girl: What are you even talking about?
  • Best Friend: I don't know. I haven't slept in a week. Let's go to the mall.
  • *at the mall*
  • Normal Girl: *internally* My town might as well be called Lamesville. Nothing ever happens here, but the mall can be pretty fun. It's only place in the whole town with anything in it that isn't fish or excessive amounts of woodlice.
  • Best Friend: ...So I'd just dance and I'd dance until my feet broke. When that happened, I'd just get up and dance on my broken feet. And I did this until they were raw and blood was everywhere. I kept waking up in the morning extremely exhausted after this dream. I decided to record myself one night and it turns out I was dancing in my sleep. I haven't slept since I saw that. *leans in close to the normal girl* I'm afraid of what I'll do in my sleep.
  • Normal Girl: Wow, sounds weird... I guess. *sips coffee*
  • Best Friend: OMIGAWD! It's Chad Alphakid. He's coming this way!
  • *the normal girl and her best friend squee*
  • Normal Girl: *externally* That's Chad Alphakid. Who is he? He's only the hottest most coolest boy in this entire lame city. I've been crushing on him since I was like twelve.
  • Chad: Uh, okay.
  • Normal Girl: Did I just say that out loud!?
  • Chad: *sits at the table* Listen, I don't care what you or your friend think of me. I need help!
  • Best Friend: Have you murdered somebody?
  • Normal Girl: Do you need a girlfriend?
  • Chad: No, it's the ocean. The sound of her waves crashing against the shore is like a faultless siren song. There isn't a single night where I don't have visions of floating within her cold embrace. The allure of her boundless depths beckon to me like a lover. I'm afraid that if I don't get help soon, I'll find myself taken away by her to a fate unknown.
  • Normal Girl: *internally* Great, this is a chance to finally use my power to speak to cetaceans to my benefit! *externally* But why do you need us to help you?
  • Chad: You guys are the biggest fucking degenerate weirdos in this washed up town. If anyone knows how to deal with this, it's you two.
  • Best Friend: Haha, truuuuuu!
  • Normal Girl: I'm not a weirdo! I'm a completely normal girl.
  • Chad: Dude, you fucking talk to fish.
  • Best Friend: You do talk to fish.
  • Normal Girl: I don't talk to fish! *internally* I talk to cetaceans, they're mammals, not fish. Also, that's supposed to be a secret, dammit!
  • *at the shore*
  • Chad: Ah, Mother Ocean! Take me!! Take me!!! *attempts to run into the ocean, but gets held back by the normal girl and her best friend*
  • Best Friend: Simmer down, aqualad!
  • Chad: Why did you fools take me here, if not to release into the embrace of sweet Mother Ocean!?
  • Normal Girl: We talked it over and we decided that the best way to get you over your obsession is make you hate the ocean.
  • Chad: Does it involve you talking to fish?
  • Normal Girl: Yes, I mean no. I mean, fuck! Cetaceans aren't fish.
  • *the normal girl sits at the edge of shore, her eyes rolls up in her head as she proceeds to make fucked up porpoise sounds*
  • Normal Girl: *falls over limp*
  • Best Fried: She died.
  • Chad: Does this mean that I'm free to wade into Mother Ocean and meet my fate among her ever chaotic waes?
  • Best Friend: *lets chad go* Yeah, dude. I'm too far gone to care about things anymore.
  • Chad: *strips off all of his clothes* Good. I now understand that there was no avoiding this. This was always a forgone conclusion. My fate is with the waves. Sayonara, weird best friend guy.
  • Chad: *runs into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: *kicks the normal girl's body* Guess she really is dead.
  • Best Friend: *walks home as the night encroaches* My closest friend is dead, and Chad is probably dead too. I wonder where my fate lies?
  • Best Friend: *yawns* Maybe I should go to sleep and just dance myself to death finally. No, I don't think I could go to sleep even if I wanted to anymore. I'm probably going to die from exhaustion in the next few days, not having felt rest or comfort again. Or maybe I'll just stay awake forever. I feel like I was supposed to have an epiphany here, or some type of awakening. But, there's nothing. I feel like everything I've ever done has been pointless. God, I'm just really tired.
  • *back at the shore*
  • Porpoise: *beaches itself*
  • *a gray fleshy version of the normal girl crawls halfway out of the porpoises mouth*
  • Normal Girl: There goes my corpse! *drags her weird porpoise body towards the corpse* Why did I die with such a dumb expression on my face? Lame! I hope Chad didn't see.
  • Normal Girl: *looks around with beady eyes* No one's here. I can finally do this.
  • Normal Girl: *kisses her dead body on the lips* Blargh!
  • Normal Girl: *spits out blood* I bit my tongue when I died. Gross. I guess I can cross making out with my dead body and becoming a mermaid off of my bucket list, though.
  • Normal Girl: *sighs*
We can actually hear Swift’s critics rolling their eyes. But here’s one of the best things about the star , Even when she’s mocked for writing thinly veiled songs about her love life or criticized for going completely pop and not sticking to her country roots, Swift still follows her own path.
This is a woman who will tell her record label, when instructed not to venture too far off in a new direction, sorry, “but this is how it’s going to be.” She knows what she wants. She knows who she is. And if you don’t like it, she’ll just shake off the criticism and write a song about doing so that you secretly won’t be able to stop singing.
That’s pretty gutsy in an industry that’s running scared. Here are five other reasons why you can’t help but like Taylor Swift, even if you’re not a fan:
1. The catch factor
Have you ever caught yourself singing a catchy ditty and not even remembering how you know the lyrics? It was probably a Taylor Swift track.
Her music has a way of permeating every facet of popular culture, to the point that you don’t have to buy her albums to recognize the twang from “You Belong with Me” or sing the hook from “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together.”
2. Ten Grammys later, still more likely to be found baking with cats
Taylor Swift is one of the most recognizable pop stars on the planet, and we can only imagine the access that kind of fame can yield. We would not be at all surprised if the singer could jet from Milan to Tokyo in the blink of an eye in a private jet with seats lined in mink.
But instead of the usual shenanigans you hear about from the very young, privileged and wealthy, Swift is more likely to be found baking cookies or playing with a new kitten.
In other words, probably the exact same things she’d be doing if she weren’t famous, which is a rare thing to witness.
3. She obsesses over the same TV shows
Speaking of those cats, one of them is named Olivia Benson, as in one of the starring detectives on “Law & Order: SVU.” Another one of the star’s feline friends is named after Meredith Grey on Shonda Rhimes’ “Grey’s Anatomy.”
Many celebrities claim to be fans of their famous peers work, but Swift appears to be just as obsessed with your favorite TV shows as you are, almost as if she forgot that she, too, is on the A-list.
4. She’s BFFs with everyone, including her fans
It’s not hard to rattle off Taylor Swift’s famous friends, because she has a growing collection that includes everyone from Selena Gomez and Lorde to actresses Jaime King and Lena Dunham.
But what makes Swift win over in the skeptics is her connection with her fans. She knows at least one of her supporters so well that she could make a surprise appearance at the fan’s bachelorette party with complete ease, posing for pictures and handing over a gift that she knew her fan would like. We’ll say that again: She knows her fans well enough that she can buy them personalized presents. Who does that?
5. Her parties are as dorky as yours
While some stars are always sharing photos of their exclusive vacations in exotic faraway locales, Swift’s get-togethers look like they could’ve been photographed in your neighbor’s backyard. Fourth of July? She’s baking a holiday-themed cake and hitting the Slip N’ Slide. Christmas season? She’s even constructed homemade holiday cards . And of course, as endlessly chronicled on Social media , you know Swift will always dance like no one’s watching.
—  5 reasons you love Taylor Swift even if you don’t want to - CNN article
100 Reasons to Love Kim Namjoon

today is my 3 year anniversary of loving namjoon and so here’s 100 reasons everyone should love him !!!!!!!

  1. he gave up a stable future of studying and going to college (despite being so smart) to risk everything and pursue his dream of becoming a rapper
  2. had to fight criticism for being an ‘idol’ rapper and struggled for years with his decision and identity
  3. when he says he loves himself !!!!
  4. never forget this cute tummy flash !!!!!!!!
  5. he loves all his members so much sosososo much, he always puts them before himself 
  6. WHEN HE’S LAUGHING REALLY HARD AND HE STARTS SEAL CLAPPING
  7. that one time tae came to sleep next to namjoon and namjoon sleepily held tae’s hand and wouldn’t let go
  8. his signature move when he takes his two index fingers and covers one of his eyes while looking deadass into the camera
  9. HIS DOE SHAPED PRETTY CHOCOLATE BROWN EYES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  10. professional self-dragger, literally willingly drags his own ass
  11. his mixtape release in 2015, every song was so important and deep and okay, it’s largely forgotten because of yoongi’s mixtape but it has so much emotion and meaning behind every song
  12. he loveloveloves dogs !
  13. literally has looked like the best thing the world has to offer no matter what rainbow ass hair color bighit sticks him with
  14. that golden age when his hair was black when will that look come back from the war ://////////
  15. you know that thing he does when he’s been rapping and suddenly breaks out into a smile and scrunches his nose and winks with one eye mmmmmmmmokay !!!!
  16. his angry rap when his neck veins show because he’s literally putting his all into it
  17. the way he looks in beanies !!!!!!!!! with one ear tucked in and the other sticking out
  18. the mole on the left side right under his jawline 
  19. the fact that he literally read books on philosophy for hyyh
  20. THE WAY !!!!!!!!! HE LOOKS !!!!!!!!!!!! IN A SUIT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  21. that time his speaker wasn’t working and he yelled at it and it started to work, Legends Only
  22. the fact that he isn’t afraid to try out weird kinds of fashion and won’t hear shit about it
  23. has been known to support LGBT since 2012
  24. THAT TIME BTS WERE IN ISAC IN 2015 AND HE WAS EVERY MEMBER’S HYPE MAN 
  25. when he’s too lazy to wear contacts so he wears his thick black rimmed glasses :’(((((((((((
  26. that time he had a wardrobe malfunction and had his whole shirt ripped off during that dance break and he did the whole performance holding up the sorry remains of his shirt 
  27. the fact that kim namjoon invented dimples !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no really he did
  28. how he is literally incapable of doing a fan sign without making it a display of how much aegyo he can fit in any given span of time and then immediately be shy and embarrassed about it
  29. 6 feet tall, he is 6 feet tall also don’t forget that he is literally the eiffel tower because nothing is taller than 6 feet just sayin
  30. that amazing and blessed time he had silver hair and my heart literally exploded !!!!!!!!!!!
  31. HIS PRETTY PINK POUTY PLUSH PERFECT LIPS 
  32. that time bts was doing rainism and he was the only one who didn’t know all the moves and messed up but pulled it off confidently in the end
  33. he literally loves his mom so much i’m :’(((((((
  34. HIS ALL BLACK OUTFITS AND THE WAY HE LOOKS WHEN HE WEARS ALL BLACK AND THE WAY ALL BLACK LOOKS ON HIM AND -
  35. the fact that every time someone tells him to do a freestyle dance, it’s literally the same awkward robotic jerky dance with the failing arms and legs since 2013
  36. when he tries to sing even though the members laugh at him
  37. HE JUST WANTS TO CATCH CRABS FOR GOODNESS SAKE
  38. his cute soft pretty pink knees :’))))))))))
  39. in the fire era when he had that acorn haircut and pulled that shit off when will your fave ever
  40. he reads, he has an IQ of 148, he was the nation’s top 1% in 5 subjects in high school, he -
  41. his smile his beautiful glorious soft glowing stunning breathtaking smile that smile that you only have the privilege of seeing someone have one in a million times in your life, the kind of smile that could change the world
  42. the way he looks in a choker the way he looks in a choker the way he looks in a chok-
  43. okay !!!!!!!!!! but his cute squishy tiny nose so kissable n someone please bop it and pinch it and it’s soosososo cute 
  44. the way he gets his hands inky and dirty every single fan sign every single darn one !!!!!!!!!!!! why are they dirty? what is he doing ?????
  45. THE AUDACITY HE HAS TO WINK AND BITE LIPS AT CAMERAS THE SHEER AUDACITY
  46. the way his arms look in sleeveless tops his arms !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  47. the way he looks in snapbacks mmmmmmmmmmmm
  48. that time on running man when everyone was supposed to have as many boxes as possible and he literally got his box snatched from his hands and he tripped over nothing he’s the dorkiest softest boy -
  49. SAILORMON !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  50. that time he wore the army khakis and outfit and i just ://////// oh my god
  51. his side profile his perfect gorgeous beautiful angelic side profile !!!!
  52. his obsession with ryan and how happy he got when jimin got him a ryan cake for his birthday fkdsfhgfd
  53. legs for days !!!!!!!!!!!!!
  54. that time namjoon was a minion for halloween 
  55. “I had to dance to survive in this cold, cruel world.”
  56. his cute outfit in the baepsae dance practice video :((((((((((
  57. he looks sosoososososo unbeliveably beautiful bare faced i just love him so much 
  58. that time during the hyyh prologue shooting when all the members were piling onto him and he yelled ‘MY BALLS, MAN’
  59. his fucnkgn !!!!!!!!!! puma photoshoot binch !!!!!!!!!!!
  60. the fact that he sang expensive girl and took the fact that he didn’t get a grammy for it like a man :///
  61. that time they won their first award in 2015 and he was cleARLY CRYING but denied it like “i’m not crying”
  62. THAT TIME HE LITERALLY DESCRIBED HIS ERECTION ON LIVE RADIO AIR IN ENGLISH 
  63. that one time !!!!!!!!!!!!!! bts had an outdoor performance and his white shirt got sososososooso sweaty it was basically stuck to him and see through if you don’t know what i’m talking about then goodbye
  64. those RARE times when he smiles and sticks his tongue out at the same time !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  65. that time he was complaining about jungkook and the fruit flies and the weird as shit way he pronounced ‘vaccuum’
  66. his messy friendship with jackson 
  67. the fact that he apologized for the mistakes he has made in the past and made no excuses about them 
  68. award for having the world’s cutest and flattest tushy !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  69. i don’t know if anyone noticed but the way he holds his fingers when he’s explaining something like he puts them in awkward bent angles and they’re really long and expressive i just looooovvveeeee
  70. that time he was doing a duet with this female singer for a show and he picked her up from the airport and held a sign with her name and got shy around her he’s the biggest gentleman DDDD:
  71. deep husky voice like shots of pure liquid gold sends shivers down my spine ://////////
  72.  KIM DAILY
  73. that time he held a tiny itty bitty baby frog on his index finger i dont know why it was so cute of him i just !!!
  74. sweaty namjoon when namjoon sweats the sweat namjoon produces 
  75. that time he tried to twerk but ‘something keeps dangling’
  76. when !!!!!!!!!! he wears tight pants and his thighs are almost bursting out of his pants jdfkkhkj
  77. the way he says ‘baby’
  78. EVERY ‘WHAT AM I TO YOU’ PERFORMANCE HE’S EVER DONE
  79. that time he was asked to pick between solo and bts and didn’t hesitate for a microsecond before saying bts
  80. THAT TIME NAMJOON DID THIS GUITAR ACOUSTIC WITH SOMEONE ELSE AND HE RAPPED SO SWEETLY MY HEART OVERFLOWED
  81. taught himself english by listening to 10 english dvds 10 times over 3 years 
  82. special thank you to every namjoon stylist who made him wear low cut shirts
  83. THE WAY HE LOOKS WEARING A MASSIVE HOODIE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  84. ‘and i’m sexy like a porn star’
  85. accepts and settles for being the least popular bts member
  86. the way he looks when he wears headbands 
  87. when his sleeves are super long so he has sweater paws and his pretty fingers stick out slightly jdsfkshgkjfmncvb
  88. sub par body rolls that can still make you squirm and cry :////////
  89. once when he was the first in a lineup in a fan sign he told a fan ‘now you’ve practiced on me, you can do this in front of your real bias’
  90. got to write in “힙합하다 1” (‘This is Hip Hop 1: South Korea, Hip Hop and Life’) which is a hip hop book for 42 top korean hip hop artists
  91. THAT TINY MOLE BELOW HIS BOTTOM LIP THAT YOU CAN ONLY SEE IF HE SMILES REALLY WIDE
  92. the way he looks in a tie ohohohoohohoho my gosh !!!!!!!!!!!!!
  93. that time in the ariport the cameraman said ‘the girls love you guys’ and namjoon was like ‘thanks, we love you too’
  94. the way he wrote about the sunset in his diary when he went to dubai 
  95. HE HAS BENDY ARMS !!!!!!!!! NO REALLY I SWEAR THEY BEND BACKWARDS 
  96. he once told a fan ‘sorry’ when she told him she got him photocard
  97. he said that he wanted to know what it was like going to college and sometimes he feels like he missed out on that experience :///
  98. can you believe namjoon invented having pretty hands??????? Amazing
  99. he cares sosooso much about other people he’s always wondering how his fans are doing, what they feel like, always giving advice, always learning and growing, never stopping
  100. “I’m still existing, still breathing. Even though I keep looking forward and run, sometimes I still look back. The path in front and behind are still far, but even so, if the people who look at me are still dreaming and picking up their strengths, that alone makes me feel good. It’s okay to live this way, breaking down, getting hurt and looking back at the past. I will live. I am living like this. Me. Us.”

I’m not sure why I hate the epilogue of Harry Potter so much, but I always imagine Harry getting completely BORED of normal life a year into it. He can’t handle it. His life has always been filled with trouble, kind of like Lord Tennyson’s view of Ulysses, and he goes stir-crazy, engaging in reckless behaviour almost daily. Hermione is worried sick because it’s causing Harry and Ginny to fight. ‘You got through all you went through in your 19 years just to kill yourself on some bloody dare?!’

Draco Malfoy shows up on Hermione’s twentieth birthday with a story of how he can’t handle how he was a coward and talks of how he killed a demon that tried to devour an old lady on the outskirts of muggle London. He says he wants to do this again; the thrill of it was amazing but he needs a partner or two. Harry and Hermione are all for it. Hermione, too, has grown tired of the Ministry life. After all, she has already secured rights for elves and goblins if they want them; that only took her a year. Hunting evil things is appealing, and she’ll be helping not only the wizarding community but the non-magical one as well.

Ginny is furious and leaves Harry for Blaise Zambini. Ron is not keen on more adventure, either. He decides he would rather help George at the joke shop than work with a Malfoy, although he, Harry, and Hermione will stay in touch. ‘Write to me every week,’ he threatens, 'or else.’

Harry, Hermione, and Draco go on to live their lives doing the things Gilderoy Lockhart only claimed to do: battling demons, ghosts, poltergeists, sirens, urban legends, vampires, and more –all with a magical tent and three wands instead of a Chevy Impala and guns.

They call on Luna Lovegood whenever they encounter a creature they know next to nothing about, pop in on the Weasleys from time to time, and even allow Ginny to write books of their travels based on Hermione’s obsessive journal-keeping.

They become animagi. Hermione watches in surprise as her patronus changes into something unexpected. To her utmost delight, they learn about different forms of magic, even gain new magical abilities whenever they encounter a wise tutor well-versed in the more obscure magical arts.

Odd things happening while on the road are completely normal: one time, this crazy drunk American fangirl dressed up like Supergirl, who went by the name of Charlie Bradbury, latched onto Hermione’s back like koala bear when they were investigating a case at Comic-Con and wouldn’t let go, proclaiming as loud as that Banshee that one time in Ireland that Hermione was her idol, and that she was so glad she didn’t actually marry Ron.

'She reminds me of you when you were around Gilderoy Lockhart,’ Harry had said with great fondness afterwards. The backhand he took to the gut and death glare from his best friend, he thought, were completely worth it. 'Look at it this way, Hermione, she was so drunk she got a Princess Leia tattoo. She won’t remember anything.’

Imagine Hermione frustrated and flustered with her head in her hands as Harry and Draco’s school rivalry almost cost them their lives yet again. Then, she loses her temper, and both boys shrink back in fear. 'Has she always been this scary?’ Draco mutters out of the corner of his mouth to which Harry can only nod furiously. The disappointment the both of them feel is almost childlike. Draco and Harry become very close. Killing creatures will bond even the worst enemies together.

It changes Draco. All of his prior prejudice is smashed having spent so much time with his childhood rivals, and he becomes a much better person for it. Harry is reminded of Snape, and how Dumbledore once voiced he thought they sorted too early. Maybe Draco belonged in Gryffindor, too. Though the pain etched deep within Draco is visibly fading, it will never go away completely, and Harry often wonders what would have happened had he been sorted into Gryffindor with them.

Harry, however, is fully satisfied in that moment. They are in the middle of a hunt. Sitting against the front of the tent in a small forest on the east border of Paris, Harry lets out a long sigh. It is the first time he feels truly at ease in a while. Adjusting his glasses, he takes in the loving and relaxing company of two of his closest friends.

Draco is fiddling with the old radio, and tears of laughter escape Hermione as she reads. This is normal night for all of them. 'Albus Severus?!’ she hollers, unable to keep her grip on the novel that has her undivided attention. The pumkin-coloured book falls, still open, flat on her stomach, and she dissolves completely into a fit of giggles. 'Muggles have quite the imagination these days, don’t they, Harry?’

'It’s not that bad of a name,’ Draco says, rolling his eyes. He turns the dial on the radio, and a hauntingly familiar tune sounds through it. His annoyed frown is replaced by a smirk, 'Your song is playing, you two.’

Harry can’t help but snort. Hermione throws a sarcastic remark towards Draco over the name Scorpious, before Harry finds himself being dragged to his feet by his childhood friend. Green eyes meet brown ones with a grin. They can’t not dance to 'Oh Children.’

Holding Hermione’s body close to him and swaying to the music under the stars, not all that different from the time they did a little over five years ago, he knows he made the right choice in going on the road. He is drinking life to the lees. This brilliant life with all its scars, beauty, and constant excitement is magical. It has made everything well again.

—  Non-Canon Epilogue : Drinking Life to the Lees
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Summary: A series of firsts; Betty and Jughead explore the steamy side of being a couple.

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(Warning: MUCH SIN AHEAD! This is a pure smutty fic, way explicit and utterly graphic. It follows Betty and Jughead down the road of testing the waters with each other until the inevitable happens ;) You asked, so I deliver :P I also tried to incorporate it into the plot of Rivedale in order for the story to have a much more realistic sense in a way! Anyway, thank you so much darlings for your compliments and your amazing feedback!! I hope you all enjoy!)


 La Petite Mort - 1. Innocence Lost

I’m a high school lover, and you’re my favorite flavor

Love is all, all my soul

You’re my playground love

A light breeze caresses the leaves of the oak tree next to Betty’s opened window and twirls inside her dimly lit room to the beat of some mellow tunes that echo lightly from her golden rose laptop. The ruffle curtains sway under the feathery force of the physical change that disrupted the otherwise calm evening, the shadow of the sheer material dancing over the profile of the two teens that are tangled up with each other on the princess-like double bed at the center of the room.  They are in their own world of first time loving and blissful adolescent ignorance, enjoying the momentary peace and quiet of their hectic small town, drama-filled lifestyle, getting lost in the feeling of drowning deeper and deeper in a sea of amour and lust.

Wet sounds of tongues lazily exploring the new-found territory of each other’s lips and steady beating of two Eros wounded hearts are suppressed by the singer’s voice that urges them to carry on in the background and Jughead is ashamed to admit that his mind fails to register what movie that song musically decorated, even though he swears it’s in the tip of his tongue. But then again the tip of his tongue is now being sucked by Betty Cooper’s voluptuous lips and he can hardly pinpoint anything anymore, not even his own name.

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Edward Nygma Vs Compulsory Heterosexuality

I’m gonna go ahead and preface this with it’s totally fine if you see Ed as bi, it’s very possible he is and I totally see it but, as someone who’s struggled with my orientation and spent a long time insisting I was hetero some of it really does seem like a gay man with compulsory heterosexuality at work. 

Also this is going to be a long post.

First off he likes Kristen, who is perpetually in a relationship (which is mostly likely due to the abuse she’s faced and that’s a whole other post) with someone or another and seems to spend a very short amount of time single. It’s very common for a gay person to subconsciously crush on someone who is unavailable to them, that way they can give themselves the illusion of being hetero without ever having to actually be in a relationship. He probably picked Kristen because of this (and the fact she doesn’t really like him at first, thus making her more unobtainable). Also because she’s cute, around his age, and is sometimes nice to him. She’s feminine and conventionally attractive, the perfect proof that he Likes Girls.  Honestly his work seems to have slim pickings as far as women to choose from. 

He claims that Kristen was the “love of his life” after only a few weeks together because his love for Kristen was merely a desperate attempt to cover his true self. He essentially, in killing Kristen, also killed his illusion of heterosexuality. 

The only reason he dates IsabellAH is because she looks just like his dead girlfriend. A combination of guilt and wanting a second chance is what causes that relationship to happen. She is someone who reminds him of the “proof” he had of liking girls. The one (1) girl he ever liked. When confronting Oswald about is he says something to the affect of him losing a chance at a “normal life”. A normal, heterosexual life. 

He never shows interest in another girl, in fact later on when Barb blatantly hits on him he completely ignores her and it’s not like she isn’t at least attractive in a similar way to Kristen and IsabellAAAHHH. 

Now I wanna look at his relationship with Oswald. This relationship is intensely complex and it’s hard to just boil it down into this post but people tend to act like it was totally one sided on Oswald’s part. If you look back Ed was the first one to be completely heart-eyes-emoji over Oswald. It was painted (by Ed himself) to be all about Oswald’s work as a criminal but it had some overt romantic undertones and the strong relationship carries on into the beginning of season 3. I personally feel that if he hadn’t met Isabella and had instead gone to dinner with Oswald and Oswald had confessed his feelings then, that Ed wouldn’t have reacted so strongly. He didn’t react negatively to Oswald being gay, but to him having killed his girlfriend (she is once again somewhat symbolic of his interest in women and so Oswald has essentially killed his heterosexuality). Up until that point he was full of riddles about love and saying things like “I would do anything for you”. He had a desire to protect, impress, and be equals with Oswald, which to me goes beyond the puppy-like feelings he had for Kristen or the guilt-filled weird thing with IsabellUHH.

Also he hallucinated Oswald seducing him with a romantic (and sexual) song and dance number. So definitely not straight, but that’s not really the point, the point of this post isn’t to proof he’s into men but to express that I see the way he interacts with men he’s interested in is very different than how he ever interacted with women he supposedly wanted to be with. 

Also little things that didn’t really fit into my main paragraphs about this:

  • When confronting Dougherty for the first time he asks Ed if he’s ever been with a woman and the reaction could be a regular one for a straight virgin but it could also be Ed being terrified that Dougherty will think he doesn’t like women. I’ve been in very similar positions before.
  • All of Ed’s obsessions after being the Riddler have been men. Jim, Lucius, Oswald. All of these rivalries seemed somewhat flirtatious or even sexual in nature. 
  • Ed’s entire storyline is about self discovery, about him being “who he always was” and that starts when he kills Kristen and he seeks Oswald out for guidance on it.
  • “My best friend told me that there is no me without him… he’s been a sort of guide for me on my journey”
  • “i know who i am it’s just how to be him that is eluding me”
  • like honestly just all of 3x15 just… go watch that and look at it as a metaphor for him accepting being gay
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

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Robbed (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: You admittedly robbed someone of an Oscar. Lin unadmittedly was robbed of an Oscar. But you meet each other so everything turns out okay in the end.

Word Count: 1,400ish (for my first fic? yikes)

Warnings: non-existent knowledge of how the Oscars actually work, a tweet more than 140 characters, shamelessly including a dancing Matt Damon.

A/N: Hi, I’m brand new. My first fic ever. I’m nervous about posting it so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. 

(Yes, I am not over the Oscars yet. In my mind, Lin won and gave an acceptance speech so beautiful I wept.)
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You smoothed out your dress as you posed for pictures. There was no wrinkles or folds that needed smoothing - your handler and stylist had made sure of that - but your nerves made you forget what to do with your hands and apparently smoothing the fabric that was draped around your body was the best thing you could come up with. You attempted to turn towards every direction you were being yelled at from, giving them what you hoped to be good shots, but you were too busy overthinking your every move to care about how good you looked in the pictures.

“[Y/N], Center Stage wants an interview.” your handler stepped in, adjusting the bottom of your dress so you could walk without tripping before leading you further down the red carpet. You marveled at the sheer star power you found yourself surrounded by as you walked. 

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Non-Asian Trainee || Bangtan Reaction

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It was like any other dance practice for the boys that day. Learn new choreography, practice, break, practice, go over old songs, break, one last run through and then go home.

They were on their second run through when they heard commotion in the hall. There were voices coming from the hall as the song finally ended. The boys watched as Namjoon stumbled slightly at the last pose because of the distraction.

Jimin and Yoongi reached out quickly to steady their friend as there was a knock on the practice room door.

Nobody bothered them when they were practicing, so they knew it must have been important. They could just make out the figure of Bang PDnim standing outside the studio.

“Come in.” The choreographer called out. The boys lined up quickly, Namjoon, being the leader, in front. They greeted PDnim as they always did and he quickly greeted them back.

He knew they were tired. He could see the sweat dripping down their foreheads and the way their chests heaved. But this had to be done because he knew this was the best group to help the new trainee into the company.

“So as you boys know, we’re been looking for someone new to bring in tot he company. Well, we’ve finally managed to find someone and I brought her here to ask you guys a huge favour. I was hoping you guys would be able to help her out and show her around today, instead of continuing dance practice.”

The boys quickly agreed and nodded, secretly happy to not have to continue with dance practice. They were also excited to meet the new trainee and see what she was like.

“Thank you so much!” PDnim quickly thanked the boys before calling the girl in from the hall. She slowly stepped into the room and shyly waved at the group, surprised that she was finally meeting the group who inspired her.

“Hi. My name is Y/N. I’m the new trainee and I’m very excited to be working with you today and getting to know you all.”

(each one is a different scenario, not all boys fall in love at once)

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Guys My Age (Yoongi x Reader)

Summary: “Guys my age don’t know how to touch me, don’t know how to love me good…” After dumping her cheating, chronically-stoned boyfriend, Y/N Y/L/N swears she’s fucking DONE with guys her age. Enter Min Yoongi, Y/N’s old crush– who also happens to be her father’s coworker. Y/N and Yoongi run into each other at a club, where Y/N’s only goal is to come for the first time in months. Yoongi is more than happy to help her reach it.

Warnings: SMUT, cursing, age-gap

Word count: 6,034

A/N: Has anyone noticed my Hey Violet obsession yet? I’m thinking of doing something for “Unholy” next after I finish my “to-be-completed” list… let me know what u think ;) Follow for more or subscribe to me on AO3, where I’m listed as MelWinchester/PichiWrites. notes and reblogs help me out ever so much! Love love love <3 (gif not mine)

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Imagine Chris falling in-love with you all over again.

A/N: Epilogue! This is best if you listen to Ed Sheeran’s song ‘Perfect’ first 'cause I was inspired by that. Anyway, we’ve finally arrived at the end of the series. (I don’t know if I’ll write more, but this seems like a good place to end.) I’m so excited to go on holiday, but I’m terribly sad to leave you guys. Fear not, I might just whip out my keyboard at the airport if some inspiration strikes me. I love you all so much! 😘 You can read the previous parts here: ('Charlotte Rose’ - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B) and ('Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’; 'Baby Fever’; 'Memory Lane’; and 'Little Ones’ - Masterlist) Enjoy and I’ll see y'all soon. X

Chris was right about the movie, 'Charlotte Rose’, taking home Oscars. It took home so many Oscars that it nearly cleaned out the categories; it won “Best Original Score’, 'Best Actress’, 'Best Sound Editing’, 'Best Original Screenplay’, 'Best Director’, and 'Best Picture’. You and Chris spent the night in Los Angeles celebrating like there was no tomorrow, earning praises all round for the work the two of you did as a couple. Articles flew and circulated the web: "Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N takes home six Oscars, it just goes to show that they’re as good as co-workers as they are a couple!”, “Power couple, Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N, dominates The Academy Awards!”, “Production companies will be fighting to work with Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N after they return from their hiatus.”

The movie was filmed and produced two years after your daughter was born, as you both wanted some time to care for your preemie baby. It was incredibly well-received around the world, so much so that you and Chris ended up doing press despite being the faces behind the scenes. As it turned out, the press and the fans were more interested in the work the two of you did rather than the actors and actresses you hired. You were lucky, however, to have both of your children be at the age where they could travel with you while you toured the world. It was a pretty great three months out of Boston, but eventually it was time to go home.

It was nice to be back in your home after months of staying in hotels, you could tell your kids were excited to get home too. Even now, as you spent a lazy Sunday in Boston with your family watching Disney movies, it was different to how you’d spend a lazy Sunday in Los Angeles watching Disney movies with your family, despite having a second house there. Boston was home now, the place Chris had bought before he met you- the place that you’d both turned into a home after getting married- was home now.

As Chris dried and put away the dishes, you were snuggled up with your kids on the couch. He looked over and smiled; there wasn’t a sight more pure that he could bestow upon himself. You looked up and smiled when you saw him smiling at the three of you, you beckoned him over with your head. He chuckled and left the job unfinished because you didn’t need to ask twice; that was an offer he couldn’t refuse.

“Daddy!” Charlie pulled away from you and held out her arms when she saw her dad walking over; Chris smiled and scooped her into his arms. You chuckled and shuffled, pulling Jack closer to you as you made a spot for your husband. The girl was definitely his girl, whereas the boy was yours. “You smell nice,” she giggled when she buried her face into the crook of his neck.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he chuckled, rubbing her back. It was clear she was getting tired, it wouldn’t be long until she fell asleep in his arms. Jack was halfway there too, fighting his heavy eyelids as he rested in your comforting arms. “You smell lovely too,” he told her as he pressed a kiss into her soft locks.

“Mama,” Jack whispered and you looked down at him. “I know we had pancakes for breakfast today,” he yawned and you chuckled, “but can we have pancakes for breakfast tomorrow too?” You nodded and kissed the top of his head as Chris wrapped an arm around you; you leaned into him and smiled when you felt him kiss your head.

“Think you can meet me in the backyard after I put the kids to bed?” Chris whispered into your ear and you turned to him with narrowed eyes. “Yes?” He mouthed and nodded his head, prompting a nod from you. “Awesome,” he smiled then turned his attention back on Charlie. “Sweetheart,” he spoke gently, “do you want me to put you to bed?”

“Mm hm,” she nodded her little head, rubbing her eyes.

“Alright,” Chris smiled and rose to his feet, lifting her with him. “Jack, you ready for bed too, bud?” Jack nodded; he kissed your cheek then pulled away from you, taking the hand his dad was holding out. “C'mon, Dodge.” He called and Dodger followed. “Backyard, fifteen minutes tops.” He mouthed over his shoulder as he took the kids upstairs to tuck them in for the night.

You, on the other hand, decided to spend the next fifteen minutes cleaning up the mess from your cozy movie marathon while waiting for Chris to return. It took him ten minutes which meant your kids were really worn out, otherwise it would’ve been at least half an hour. When he returned, you were finishing the dish job he’d left unfinished. He leaned against the fridge, smiling at you with a smile that drew laughter.

“What?” You smacked him with the dish rag.

“Nothing,” he shook his head, smiling. “I’m just admiring how beautiful you look.”

“Beautiful?” You chuckled softly as he took your hand, leading you towards the backyard; he’d prepared a special something for the both of you, some down time as a couple after spending the whole day as parents. “I’m a mess.”

“Darling, you look perfect tonight,” he whispered underneath his breath, but you heard it. You smiled and leaned in, tenderly giving his jawline a sweet kiss. “I figured we could go on that date we talked about in the hospital. I know we’re not old and gray yet, but-” he paused to push the curtains apart, opening the sliding doors. “This is as good a night as any to catch up on some alone time.”

“Chris,” you smiled as you took in the sight in front of you.

Your husband had laid out a blanket on the grass with candles and rose petals surround it. His iPod was plugged into a docking station and the song, 'Make You Feel My Love’ by Adele- the song that was playing at your wedding when you had your first dance- was playing. You turned to him and mirrored his dorky grin, shaking your head in disbelief. He leaned forward and your eyes closed as he pressed his lips against your forehead. After ten years of being with him, you still couldn’t believe how lucky you were.

“Shall we?” He held out a hand and you took it, letting him lead you into a barefoot waltz on the soft grass. “You know what, Y/N?” He whispered after a while. “I’d do anything to have this moment last forever. Just being here with you, dancing in the dark with you- it’s unadulterated bliss.” He pulled back to look you in the eyes, “you’ve given me unadulterated bliss. That’s something I never thought I’d achieve, but here I am with the perfect wife, the perfect kids. I have the perfect life,” his eyes glistened as he smiled, “because of you.”

“None of this would have happened if you didn’t find me first, Chris,” you smiled, feeling your own eyes well. “You are the reason we have all of this, you are the one who has given me unadulterated bliss. Without you, I wouldn’t be here. Without you, we wouldn’t have Jack and Charlie. Without you, my life wouldn’t mean as much as it does today. You are the love of my life- the light that dims all the dark. I have the perfect life because of you, Chris, not the other way around,” you told him.

“Let’s just agree to disagree,” he chuckled and dipped his head, kissing you.

Adele’s 'Make You Feel My Love’ faded out and Ed Sheeran’s 'Perfect started playing. You both chuckled as you broke the kiss; the memory of how you told him the song was the perfect depiction of your entire life together came flooding back.

I found a love for me 

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

“We really just leapt into this relationship, didn’t we?” You chuckled when you thought back to how you met and how quickly things progressed after the first meeting. “It was like the universe suddenly decided it was time for us to stop fooling around with other people, just threw us into the deep end and left us to save each other.”

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet 

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

“Aren’t you glad though?” Chris smiled when you nodded. “If I could just go back in time and just- grab Chris and shove him in your direction. Just have him find you years and years earlier, I would. I would just slap some sense into him, tell him to go find you instead of wasting his time with girls who clearly aren’t right for him.”

“I’d do the same with Y/N,” you nodded. “I’d drag her across oceans if it meant I could spend more time with you. Not that I needed to, considering we grew up hours away from each other.” You both chuckled. “God, what were we thinking? How could we have just missed each other? I mean- the life we could’ve had, the pain we could’ve avoided.”

“I guess we didn’t know we had someone so perfect waiting for us.”

'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love 

Not knowing what it was 

I will not give you up this time 

But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own 

And in your eyes you’re holding mine

“The first time I saw you, Y/N,” Chris chuckled softly. “I thought my heart was going to jump out of my throat. I was so nervous that I let the opportunity to speak to you- the love of my life- escape. If you didn’t drop that coaster- if Kevin wasn’t your father’s friend, I’d never would’ve met you and it would’ve eaten me up alive.”

“And I feel like a complete idiot ignoring my vicinity,” you laughed. “If I had just stopped obsessing with my writing for a second, take my eyes off my damn Gummi Bears- I would’ve noticed Captain America across the room and gone up to you.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, smiling. “But I’m really glad you didn’t though, that was part of your charm. Your passion was what captured me, your insanity-” he chuckled when you playfully slapped his arm. “You were like a breath of fresh air after years under water.”

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms 

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song 

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath 

But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

“And you still are,” Chris told you, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear. “Every time I see you, it’s like I’m being saved all over again.” You felt your heart ache at his sincerity. “No matter how bad my day gets, there won’t be something you can’t do to make me feel better.”

“Chris,” you pulled your hand out of his for a brief second, brushing the tear that had escaped. “Stop,” you chuckled softly as he did, kissing your forehead. “You’re making me cry and I don’t want to cry during such a beautiful moment. Ed Sheeran’s really not helping,” you referred to the song and he laughed.

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know 

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home 

I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets 

To carry love, to carry children of our own

“This could be our anthem, you know that right?” Chris chuckled at how perfect the song 'Perfect’ was; it practically described your whole relationship in four minutes and twenty-three seconds. “If he’d just come out with this song a few years earlier, I’d have it playing at our wedding. It would definitely draw tears, I mean- just listening to it now, it’s making my heart ache.”

“Aw,” you chuckled. “I know, right? The best part of listening to it now though, it’s actually true. We’ve accomplished our dream of working together, you’ve accomplished yours of winning that Oscar you so thoroughly deserve.” He smiled when you brushed his cheek with the back of your hand. “We’re married, we’ve got a house, we’ve got our kids. Our life is complete, Chris,” you smiled and he mirrored it. “Don’t get me wrong, we’ve got lots more to do but- I’m pretty satisfied with what we have now.”

We are still kids, but we’re so in love 

Fighting against all odds 

I know we’ll be alright this time

“Yeah,” Chris nodded, smiling. “I’m with you there.”

Darling, just hold my hand 

Be my girl, I’ll be your man 

I see my future in your eyes

“I have you as my present and my future,” you smiled. “That’s more than good enough for me, more than I can ask for in this lifetime.” He pulled you closer to him and you rested your head against his chest, gently swaying in the dark and listening to the song as you reflected on your ten years together.

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms 

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song 

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful 

I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms 

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

Chris pulled back and you looked up to meet his gaze, he smiled and you smiled back. “I am so utterly, irretrievably, and irrevocably in-love with you.” You pulled your hand out of his and wrapped both arms around his neck, taking a step closer as if you could getting any closer to him.

I have faith in what I see 

Now I know I have met an angel in person 

And she looks perfect, I don’t deserve this 

You look perfect tonight

“I love you, Chris Evans,” you whispered; your lips inches away from his.

“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N.” His breath warm against your face. “Well,” he chuckled softly, “I should really say Evans, shouldn’t I?” You bit back your smile; you’d kept your last name for professional reasons. “It’s not like you’re going anywhere romantically, or professionally, now that we’ve proven we make such a great team.”

“I wasn’t going anywhere before that anyway,” you chuckled.

“Yeah,” he smiled and started to lean in, “I definitely don’t deserve this.”

“Neither do I,” you smiled and pressed your lips against his.

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Summary: In another universe, Obi-Wan Kenobi falls to General Grievous’s blades. In another universe, Obi-Wan Kenobi does not live to see the end of the war. In another universe, Anakin Skywalker hunts down General Grievous, intent on revenge.

someday when i’m gone away we’ll be all okay

The Force goes frighteningly silent.

Anakin doesn’t know what to make of it. He feels numb, empty, as though his insides have been scooped out and thrown away. The sounds of the dogfight taking place around him are muffled, like someone is covering his ears with cotton.

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Idol Crush - Kang Daniel Requested Scenario

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Summary: you, an idol, appear on Broduce 101 only to discover that someone named Kang Daniel is crushing on you

Genre: fluff

Message?: no
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I walked into the building, a bodyguard on either side of me and BoA in front of me.

“Hello,” BoA said, bowing as she walked into the dance studio.

Everyone froze before bowing at 90 degree angles.

I laughed as BoA introduced me.

“Now quickly,” she said, “go gather everyone.”

All the boys in the room ran out as me and BoA sat at the front, arranging the blankets on our legs and before we knew it, 60 boys were through the door, bowing and greeting us.

“Hello,” I said, bowing, “nice to meet you.”

They all bowed before sitting down.

“Now Y/N is here to just spend some time with you and answer any questions you might have about idol life or training or anything like that,” BoA explained, “will you be nice to her?!”

“Yes!” all the boys shouted as me and BoA laughed.

“So that marks my time to go,” BoA said, smiling at me, “good luck!”

She left as all the boys bowed at her and left me with the camera crew and 60 boys.

“Any questions?” I asked, nothing, “anyone wanna show me round?”

Everyone threw there hands up and I laughed, “umm, how about… You!”

I pointed at Jisung, one I recognised from episode 1.

“Yoon Jisung, right?” I asked.

He looked at me in disbelief, making me laugh, before nodding.

“Right then, you and your team can show me round can’t you? Everyone back to work, yes?!”

“Yes!” They all shouted, standing up and clapping.

I looked for Jisung, a pink haired boy was talking to him. Ah! They’re from the same agency aren’t they.

“Jisung!” I exclaimed as most of the boys had left the hall.

The pink haired boy jogged to catch up with his team as Jisung and his team who I learnt were Hyunbin, Minhyun, Jaehwan and Sungwoon.

“Where are we going first then?” I asked.

“To the singing studios! Because that is where I left my jumper and it’s cold,” Jisung explained, making me laugh, “and then dance because Daniel really wants to see you.”

Minhyun nodded, “he didn’t shut up about you during Sorry Sorry because apparently you said that that was one of your favourite songs.”

I laughed, “it is actually.”

“He’s obsessed I swear,” Jisung said, rolling his eyes.

“Is Daniel the pink haired one?” I asked.

Jisung nodded. Hey, having him as a fan isn’t so bad, it’s not like he’s bad looking.

“What? He caught your eye?” Hyunbin smirked.

“No!” I laughed, “I just saw him talking to Jisung earlier.”

“Anyway!” Jisung exclaimed, “these are the singing rooms though we usually go in the ones out there, the small ones.”

I peered round and saw 4 boys with a piano cramped into one room.

“So this team are doing Playing With Fire by Blackpink,” Jisung explained, motioning to Dongho and Minki from Nu'est and two other boys.

“And that is my jacket,” he continued, running in to grab it.

As soon as the four boys saw me they stopped and bowed.

“Hello!” I said, bowing, “work hard! Fighting!”

They bowed once again as I left the room.

“Shall we see dance or stay with singing?” Jisung asked.

“Maybe dance and then come back here at the end?” I said, sounding like a question.

“Then we can rehearse,” Hyunbin said.

“Exactly!” I exclaimed.

Hyunbin smiled and I giggled, “how cute.”

“Hey look Daniel’s at the door,” Jisung laughed but as soon as we were there he disappeared.

“Why don’t you guys get back to rehearsing, I’ll get some of the dances to take me to rap, yeah?” I asked, “thank you so much though!”

They all bowed and walked off, waving.

I walked into the dance room and everyone bowed except Daniel who was frozen.

“Hello!” I said bowing, “how’s it going?”

“Good,” Seongwoo said, “we’re doing it to Get Ugly by Jason Derulo.”

I gasped, “oh I love that song!”

They all nodded, I looked along their ranks and they were all high.

“Looks like a good team,” I complimented.

They all bowed and I looked at Daniel.

“Hey team leader,” I chuckled, “you all right? I heard from Jisung you talk about me a lot.”

His cheeks went the same shade as his hair as he stuttered out an excuse.

“It’s okay,” I laughed, “but I think you should show me why I should be your fan.”

He looked at me daringly as the rest of his team cheered.

“Personal talents?” he asked.

I nodded, “right now.”

Seongwoo turned on some music and Daniel started nodding his head to the beat but before I knew it was b-boying all the place.

I laughed, shocked at what I saw.

He stopped, looking at me breathlessly.

“Wow that was good,” I laughed, still in disbelief, “let me see your team, see how you stand out.”

They all nodded as I sat against the mirror. The music started and they all started, slow at first but gradually getting better and better. When they finished, I stood up, clapping.

“That was so good guys!” I exclaimed, “who choreographed this?”

Seongwoo raised his hand. “I had help though.”

I nodded, “it was really good.”

He bowed.

“Oh Noona!” Samuel said, immediately bowing afterwards, “sorry, can I call you noona?”

I laughed, “if you want.”

“Well noona, how do you deal with the audience if they don’t like what you’re doing?” Samuel asked, obviously self-conscious.

“Well your audience is going to be a load of teenage girls and if you, as a teenage boy, are not making them scream your probably doing it wrong,” I chuckled, “but I’d say just carry on. Maybe add a bit more fan service but that’s the most you can do and for the amount of people who don’t like it they’ll be just as many who do, yeah?”

He nodded.

“Any other questions?” I asked, smiling.

Daniel raised his hand.

“Yeah, Daniel?”

“Would you like to go on a date?”

This is what happens when The Foxes sit Neil down to watch High School Musical for the first time
  • --HSM 1--
  • ><b></b> *bets are placed as to how long Neil lasts before complaining or asking a question*<p/><b></b> *bets are also placed as to how long Nicky lasts before he starts singing*<p/><b></b> [Troy is playing basketball while everyone else celebrates the turn of the year]<p/><b>Neil: </b> "Kevin are you going to make us practice on NYE this year?"<p/><b>Kevin:</b> "actually -"<p/><b>Foxes:</b> "we have plans"<p/><b>Kevin and Neil:</b> "it's July????"<p/><b>Foxes:</b> "we booked flights early to save on costs"<p/><b></b> *renee pockets $150 since Neil didn't complain about basketball in the opening scenes*<p/><b></b> [Ryan exists]<p/><b>Neil:</b> "Hey 'Drew -"<p/><b>Andrew:</b> "don't."<p/><b></b> ["Getcha head in the game"]<p/><b>Neil:</b> "Kevin -"<p/><b>Foxes:</b> "No!"<p/><b>Andrew:</b> "Kevin if you start singing that at practice I'll close the goal every time."<p/><b>Kevin:</b> "..."<p/><b>Foxes:</b> "..."<p/><b></b> *bets are placed as to whether or not Kevin does in fact break into song and dance next time Andrew is being an ass at practice*<p/><b></b> *renee pockets another $100 since Neil still didn't complain about basketball*<p/><b></b> *Nicky is getting the side eye from everyone because he still hasn't started singing or humming*<p/><b></b> [Sharpay and Ryan perform "What I've been looking for]<p/><b>Neil:</b> "Aaron and 'Drew-"<p/><b>Twinyards:</b> "NO."<p/><b></b> [Monique tells Gabriella to focus on grades rather than boys and musicals]<p/><b>Neil:</b> "Is that Dan???"<p/><b></b> [Chad and the basketball team support Troy]<p/><b>Neil:</b> "Matt is that you???"<p/><b>Matt:</b> *pats Neil on the shoulder and gets death glare from Andrew*<p/><b>Matt:</b> "Good boy"<p/><b></b> [Sharpay and Ryan do "Bop to the top"]<p/><b>Neil:</b> "You two-"<p/><b>Twinyards and Foxes:</b> "NO"<p/><b></b> *Allison pockets $120 since Nicky STILL hasn't started singing although he is twitching*<p/><b></b> [Troy and Gabriella do "Soaring, flying", and Coach Bolton watches]<p/><b>Neil:</b> "I didn't know Wymack was in a musical"<p/><b>Dan:</b> "My boy 👏❤"<p/><b></b> ["We're all in this together"]<p/><b>Neil:</b> "What is the deal with everyone in white??? Don't they get dir-"<p/><b>Nicky:</b> "ONCE WE KNOW THERE'S A SHOT AND WE TAKE IT!!! WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER ONCE WE KNOW WE'RE ALL STARS AND WE SEE IT!!"<p/><b></b> *Aaron glares a hole through Nicky's skull while Matt promptly pockets $300 since Nicky didn't last the whole musical*<p/><b></b> [Credits are going up]<p/><b>Foxes:</b> "so what did you think Neil?"<p/><b>Neil:</b> "it wasn't bad I guess... but basketball???? Really??? They couldn't have picked a less cliché sport???"<p/><b></b> *Nicky pockets $200 from everyone since Neil didn't last the entire musical without a sports complaint; he's still dancing and humming along obviously*<p/></p>
  • -- HSM 2--
  • [Everyone counts down to summer]
  • Neil: "That's like us and the end of practice when Kevin is in charge"
  • Kevin: "..."
  • Foxes: *nervous laughter*
  • [Sharpay exists and sings "Fabulous"]
  • Neil: "Did they base Sharpay on Allison??"
  • Allison: "Neil that is the sweetest thing you have ever said!!"
  • [Sharpay and Ryan spy on Troy and Gabriella]
  • Neil: "That's like you guys and the press watching me and 'Drew"
  • Andrew: *side eyes Neil*
  • Foxes: "...did you just-?!"
  • *Nicky pockets $50 since Neil slipped up about the andreil relationship*
  • ["I don't dance"]
  • Neil: "Andrew-"
  • Andrew: "Shut up. "
  • [Gabriella dumps Troy]
  • Neil: "isn't she made of tougher stuff???"
  • Dan: "That's my boy"
  • [Troy sings "Bet on it"]
  • Neil: "That should be our theme tune"
  • Matt: "you have no idea..." *side eyes the rest of the Foxes since there are currently 22 bets in the running about Neil*
  • [Gabriella comes back]
  • Neil: "again with the white????"
  • *Aaron pockets $50 since Neil complained about the same clothing twice*
  • ["All for one"]
  • Neil: "Are summers really like that?"
  • Nicky, hand over heart: "you poor sweet thing"
  • [Credits]
  • Foxes: "thoughts, Neil?"
  • Neil: "at least there wasn't as much baske-"
  • *Matt and Nicky pocket $100 each*
  • --HSM3--
  • [Opening game]
  • Neil: "Seriously???"
  • *Nicky pockets another $60*
  • [Troy gets floored in opening game]
  • Neil: "that wasn't even sore?!!?!??"
  • *Matt pockets $90 since Neil complained about lack of pain / realisticness*
  • [Troy and Chad nick the boys clothes after the shower]
  • Neil: "If you guys do that I swear I'll set Andrew on you"
  • *bets are placed as to whether this actually happens*
  • *andrew plans to steal everyone's clothes except his own and Neil's next time they're all in the showers*
  • [Troy climbs ladder on stage and he and Gabriella get each other covered in white paint]
  • Neil: "If that was the roof-"
  • Andrew: "Shut. Up."
  • Nicky: "do you mean the climbing part or the white wet stuff on the face part???"
  • Andrew: *death glare as his fingers twitch to his knives*
  • Neil: "?????"
  • [Gabriella gets accepted into a fancy college and only tells Monique]
  • Neil: "she's not going to run away again is she???"
  • *Matt pockets $40 since Neil complained about the story line*
  • [Troy climbs into Gabriella's room with strawberries and chocolate]
  • Neil: "Andrew-"
  • Andrew: "Neil I swear to God-"
  • Nicky: "is it the climbing part or the aphrodisiac part??"
  • Andrew: *Flashes knife at nicky*
  • Neil: "????"
  • [Gabriella leaves without telling Troy]
  • Neil: "Seriously?!???"
  • Dan, hand over heart: "My son"
  • [Troy isolates himself and bounces ball off ceiling without Gabriella]
  • Neil: "Kevin is that what you do when you're not breathing exy???"
  • [Troy goes and fetches Gabriella]
  • Neil: "What does he see in her?? All she does is run away and he's the one who ahs to go bring her back?? Why not just let her go??"
  • Andrew: "I know right"
  • [Sharpay runs away from not-troy]
  • Neil: "so unrealistic. Allison would've slapped him"
  • Allison: "babe you're so right"
  • [Sharpay up stages the english girl]
  • Neil: "ok see THAT'S Allison"
  • Allison: *fans herself cause she's welling up at how well neil knows her*
  • [Ryan hits the button and sends Sharpay and Miss. London down on the door thingy]
  • Neil: "Andrew-"
  • Andrew: "yes."
  • [Graduation where Troy fetches Chad]
  • Neil: "oh come on basketball is not that obsession worthy"
  • *Nicky pockets another $70*
  • [Coach Bolton tells the boys to get back on the stage]
  • Neil: "That's as unlikely to happen as Wymack is to tell me to talk to the press"
  • ["High school musical"]
  • Neil: "Are you girls going to do that when you graduate from here??"
  • *bets are placed*
  • [Credits]
  • Foxes: "Neil???"
  • Neil: "that wasn't so bad I guess..."
  • *Nicky hands matt $100 since Neil didn't complain about basketball again*
A Sentimental Gift

You were warm as a bug in your knitted [letter] sweater that Molly had so graciously made. It seemed high time to the Weasley’s that you’d receive your very own sweater. You joined them for the holidays for years now. Ever since your first year to be exact. You had grown up in an orphanage and the ladies were more than happy to give you away once your letter had been mailed stating that you were indeed as strange as they had thought.

You had met Molly first at Kings Cross Station and she remembered very well the little frightened girl with the biggest of all doe-eyes. Trying to give you the boost of confidence, she gave you some good advice and sent you off to find her twin boys, saying that they would take good care of her. Little did she know, you actually would and would eventually become part of the family. 

“[Y/N],” George hollered over the sound of Harry and Ron yelling over the game of Wizard’s Chess. 

Pushing off from your spot against the counter, you followed the sound of your name being sung by a pair of boys who could easily get under your skin and not at the same time. You found them sitting in the living room by the fireplace, their eyes gleaming and glittering with mischief. 

Walking cautiously towards the ginger-haired twins, you cocked a brow in their direction. “And just what do I owe the pleasure of having you two sing a rather beautiful song of my name?” 

Fred leaned his lanky body forward, yanking you by your hand to sit with them on the floor in front of the blazing fire. “Come, join us, [nickname]!” 

Huffing and crossing your legs, you felt a little weary of their chipper mood. You were no exception to their pranks despite having told them the next time they decided to dye your hair purple and or make your skin turn bright orange, you were going to hex them into the next year. “What is this about, children?” 

George chuckled, “You’ve given us your present, now, it’s time for us to give you ours!” Pulling out a small box from behind him, he held out in front of you. “Go on.” 

Shaking your head, you became fearful. “Um, I don’t-”

Fred rolled his eyes, “-blimey, dear. We aren’t going to prank ya. Promise.” 

George nodded, “Promise, love.” 

Hesitantly reaching for the small box, you could feel your heart racing. You had witnessed a lot of different things come from small packages when it come to Fred and George. Just last month you watched in horror as Angelina become covered in a sticky pink goo from opening a package similar to the one in your hand. 

“Seriously, [Y/N], it’s not a prank.” Fred murmured.

“I assure you, it isn’t.” George added. “We took into consideration your threat the last time we pranked ya. Gave us a bit a hell for it and we love you too much to have our friendship end.” 

“Couldn’t imagine living life without ya, [nickname].” Fred smiled. 

Sighing, you undid the knot the kept the lid on the box. You clamped your eyes tight in fear of getting anything gooey and sticky in them as you took the lid off the container. After hearing the boys sigh in irritation, you decided to open your eyes. 

What sat in the box was not a prank in any sorts. You could feel your heart swelling with happiness and appreciation. Pressing your lips together, you looked up at the boys who were anxiously awaiting your expression. 

“I love it.” You whispered. 

The boys high-fived one another as they began to gush about how long it had taken them to find you a present. It was absolutely perfect. It was a bracelet with a gleaming gold band, with four beautiful gems. The two in the middle were jet black while the two on the outside was a scarlet crimson color. Immediately you knew this was ode to your obsession with Phoenixes. 

Slipping it on, you marveled at how beautiful it was. 

“But wait,” Fred said in a tone that made you narrow your eyes.

George giggled, “there’s more.” 

Fred took your hand and placed it near the fire, “You’re mad!” You yelped but watched anyway as a flame broke apart from the fireplace and danced on the band of your bracelet, making the crimson gem glow fiercely and the dark gems grow even darker. “Oh!” 

George nodded in approval, “We’d figure you’d enjoy that perk.” 

Fred nudged his brother, “See, we did pick a good one. Georgie was nervous you wouldn’t like it.” 

“Oh but I do.” You brought your wrist to your chest and looked at the twins with loving eyes. “I love you two so much!” Lunging forward, you attacked the both with a hug, giggling when George yelped in fear of his hair catching on fire and Fred cursing loud enough for Molly to scold him for. 

Carolina

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Jughead finds inspiration in late-night subway rides.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,948

A/N: sorry I’ve been gone for so long, this is the last queued part! I’ll be back next week and start adding more people onto the taglist. until then, enjoy!


Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

The first time Jughead and (Y/N) rode the subway, it was their first Saturday together in New York. After their first week of their internship, they were tired but still eager.  They wanted to do something for their first day off.

“We could visit the Empire State Building?” (Y/N) offered as she sat on the couch in Jughead’s hotel room.

He shrugged.  “I guess, if you want to do something basic and touristy.”

“Well do you have any better ideas?” she countered, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” Jughead sighed.

“Then let’s go to the Empire State Building,” she repeated her suggestion.

“It’s a far walk though,” he said.  “It’ll take us so long to get there.”

“We’ll take the subway, dumbass,” (Y/N) laughed, standing up from her chair.  When Jughead didn’t reply, she laughed again.  “That’s right, you’re from that small town.  Rivertales, or whatever it was.”

“Riverdale,” he corrected.

“Yeah, right,” she approached Jughead and grabbed his hands.  “Now I, too, come from a place where we don’t have subways, but I’ve heard about them.  Have you never seen a movie that takes place in New York City?”

“Sure, of course I have.”

“There’s always a subway scene,” she explained, leading him out the door.  “Now this is ours.”

She’s got a family in Carolina
So far away, but she says I remind her of home
Feeling oh so far from home
She never saw herself as a west coaster
Moved all the way cause her grandma told her
“Townes, better swim before you drown”

“It’s so busy here,” Jughead complained as he and (Y/N) stood in the subway station, awaiting their train.

“It’s Saturday morning, Jughead,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, “what do you expect?”

“I expect everyone else to walk because it’s nice outside.”

“Okay well many people, like us, need to go places that are too far to walk.”  (Y/N) shook her head, but Jughead could hear the smile in her voice.

Finally, their train arrived, and they boarded.  Once the train took off, (Y/N)’s face split into a giant grin.

“Enjoying yourself there?” Jughead asked, smirking at her gleeful appearance.

She took no notice to any sarcasm in his voice and just grinned even wider.  “I fucking love subways!” she exclaimed, spinning as she held onto the pole.

Jughead shook his head, trying to shake the smile off of his face.  “That makes one of us,” he grumbled, attempting to look as malcontented as possible.  

(Y/N) shoved his shoulder. “Stop acting like such a grump,” she reprimanded him.  “I know you like this.”

Jughead did not like subways: the experience was horrible.  The station was crowded, the train was packed, and the speaker was nearly impossible to understand.  He would never admit it, but the only reason he was enjoying his subway ride was because of the girl riding next to him, grinning wider than the Cheshire cat.

She’s a good girl
She’s such a good girl
Yeah, she’s a good girl
She feels so good

The second time they rode the subway, it was the same day they rode it for the first time.  It was after dark, and if it wasn’t for the city lights, Jughead and (Y/N) wouldn’t have been able to see two steps in front of them.  After they visited the Empire State Building, they decided to stay in that area of the city and have dinner and dessert there.  They ended up wandering even further away from their hotel, so Jughead knew they’d have to take the subway back.

“Come on, Jug, it’s not that bad,” (Y/N) encouraged him as they descended the stairs, entering the subway station.  “It’ll be better now that it’s nighttime.”

“We could get mugged down here,” Jughead stated monotonously.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and lightly shoved him.  “We won’t get mugged,” she assured him.

The station was a lot emptier than it had been in the afternoon.  (Y/N) shot Jughead an I-told-you-so look which he ignored.

“I told you,” she muttered, crossing her arms.

Jughead rolled his eyes. “We could still get mugged.”

“By what?” she questioned, uncrossing her arms.  “By one of the five people down here?”

“That means there’s less witnesses,” Jughead explained, smirking at (Y/N)’s frustration with him. “If the guy who will mug us is smart, he’d attack now.”

“Well then why don’t you much someone?” she suggested.  “Since you’re so good at it.”

Jughead pretended to consider it for a moment.  “As much as I’d like to,” he responded, “I don’t think it’d look good at the internship. They seem like the kind of people who frown upon mugging.”

“Really?” (Y/N) inquired, as sarcastic as Jughead.  They were both stifling their laughs.  “I couldn’t tell.”

She’s got a book for every situation
Gets into parties without invitations
How could you ever turn her down?
There’s not a drink that I think could sink her
How would I tell her that she’s all I think about?
Well, I guess she just found out

Their subway car was completely empty.  (Y/N) laughed out loud as she danced around.  

“What are you doing?” Jughead questioned, sitting down across three seats.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”  (Y/N) stopped moving for a moment to glance at him.  “I’m dancing in the empty subway.”

“Is this a part of your New York City movie subway fantasy?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Sure,” (Y/N) laughed. “But I gotta sing in order to fulfill all my desires.”

“God, please no,” Jughead groaned, leaning his head back.  “You’re a writer, (Y/N), not a Broadway performer.”

“Maybe I’m secretly really good at singing and dancing, and I’ve just never revealed these secret talents to you,” she hypothesized, inching closer towards Jughead.

“I highly doubt that,” he shot down her theory.  “You don’t strike me as the singing-dancing type.”

“Well,” she paused for a moment, pursing her lips.  “Yeah, you’re right.”

The two of them burst out laughing, the only witness to their joy being the small surveillance camera.

She’s a good girl
She’s such a good girl
Yeah, she’s a good girl
She feels so good
She feels so good

After that night, Jughead tried to get (Y/N) onto the subway every night he could.  There was something about the atmosphere of an empty subway car that he couldn’t shake, and he found himself yearning for that feeling of euphoria every day.

(Y/N) certainly caught onto Jughead’s sudden desire to go on the subway every night.

“Jug, you’re obsessed,” she told him after he offered a late-night subway ride.

“I’m not obsessed,” he argued, “I just like it.  The atmosphere is amazing.  It’s… inspiring.”

“But only at night?” (Y/N) questioned.

Jughead nodded.  “Exactly.  During the day, the subway is packed and the atmosphere is too wild to be able to get anything.  But at night, there’s barely anyone around, so you can soak up the air.”

“Soak up the air? Jughead, I know we’re writers, but that was utter nonsense.”

“Please, (Y/N),” he begged, “this will help me with my writing.  Maybe it’ll help you with yours too.”

“I just… I don’t know, I’m just not picking up whatever vibes you are.”  She shrugged, crossing her arms.  “It’s great that you’re inspired by it.  So, by all means, go on the subway.  I’ll stay here, though, because that’s not my inspiration.  I can find something else.”

I met her once and wrote a song about her
I wanna scream, yeah
I wanna shout it out
And I hope she hears me now

The fourth time Jughead was on the subway, he hated it.

He hated it more than the first time because there was no grinning girl standing next to him.  He stood alone in an empty car, watching lights flash by.

There was no inspiration. He sat there, waiting for some inspiration to hit him.

“Come on,” he mumbled, scanning the empty train.  “Inspiration, where are you?”

He missed the euphoric feeling of that night, that empty subway car.  

He remembered that he was spread across three seats, so he shifted to recreate that position.  No inspiration came.

Maybe it was that particular subway train.  Maybe there was something about that particular car that had a different atmosphere.

Or maybe it was the one other occupant of that subway car.

“It was her,” he muttered under his breath, frustratedly wiping his face.  “God, it wasn’t the subway, it was her.”  Once he said it aloud, Jughead realized that he knew that the whole time.  

La la la la, la la la la la la
La la la la, la la la la la la
La la la la, la la la la la la
La la la la, la la la la la la

On his fifth time on the subway, Jughead managed to convince (Y/N) to come.

“It’s not that I don’t like the subway,” she explained herself as they waited for their train.  “I just didn’t see the point in getting on the subway with no destination in mind.”

“Oh come on, what about all those cheesy quotes?”  Jughead playfully nudged her.  “‘It’s not about the destination, but rather the journey.’”

“That’s bullshit.”

“I know,” he agreed, staring straight ahead, “but I wanted to give it a shot.  That first night that we were on the subway, I was just slammed with inspiration.  I thought it was late-night subway rides that fed me that creativity.”

“It was obviously my impressive dancing skills,” (Y/N) stated.  

Jughead laughed and nodded. “Actually, I think it was.”

She’s a good girl
She’s such a good girl
She’s a good girl
Feels so good
She feels so good
She feels so good
She feels so good

Once their train arrived, Jughead and (Y/N) ran from car to car until they found an empty one.  

“Do you need me to dance?” (Y/N) asked, already slightly swinging on the subway poles.  “For your inspiration?”

“Dance your heart out.” Jughead reclined in the seats, deciding to occupy only two this time rather than three.  He watched as she twirled around the poles, moving her limbs wildly.  She wasn’t very good; she was not flexible and she had no sense of rhythm, but somehow, that made it even more enticing to Jughead.

“I’m gonna sing,” she warned him.  Jughead made no move to stop her, and he listened as she began to belt out songs that he didn’t know.  Like her dancing, it wasn’t very good; but like her dancing, Jughead still enjoyed watching it.

He pulled out a little notebook and pen that he kept in his pocket and began to write.  As (Y/N) continued her sing-and-dance routine, Jughead feverishly scratched words onto the paper, the words that were flooding his mind.

He found his inspiration.

She’s a good girl
She feels so good
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

“She said it was the best writing she ever read from me!” Jughead gleefully recounted what happened as he and (Y/N) walked home from their internship.

“I knew it,” she grinned. “My amazing, Broadway-worthy skills are pure inspiration.”  Jughead laughed.  “Maybe I should give up on writing and audition for a musical.”

“I don’t think you’re that good,” Jughead stopped her.  “Plus, you can’t give up writing.  Now we just have to find your inspiration.”

(Y/N) hummed in response, trying to think of what could serve as her source of inspiration.

“Oh, I know!” she exclaimed after a silent moment of contemplation.  Jughead raised an eyebrow at her, waiting to hear her idea.  (Y/N) grabbed his hand and started dragging him towards the subway station.  “We’ll go back on the subway, but this time, you’ll sing and dance!”

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Misunderstandings || Daveed Diggs Imagine

Note: Hi everyone! So I know this is out of my football imagine line but it has to do with my other obsession aka Hamilton aka Daveed Diggs. I hope you like it!

Warning:Swearing, but if you have heard Clpping, you should be used to it.

Anyone that has seen or heard of the Hamilton musical dreams of being part of the cast members, at least you did. Thankfully, you were part of it. Part of an amazing cast who cared so much for each other and were absolutely perfect. You were part of the Ensemble, but with the privilege of being able to fill in for any of the girls because you knew all the songs by heart and knew the script as well. You loved your job, who wouldn’t? Maybe it got tiring, but you still had fun and didn’t let that show, ever, until you were home.

“You haven’t met her, you haven’t had the chance” you hear Leslie sing as he recorded with his phone for social media. “You have seen her in the show, the one who can play Hamilton by herself, Y/N” he drew out your name. You were fixing your hair so you look at him through the mirror.

“You are the worst, Burr” you say in a French accent and both of you laugh as you turn around.

“Hey” he greets, kissing your cheek after he stopped recording.

“Your coffee is over there” you nod your head at the couch and he grins.

“Reason why I love you.”

“Les, have you seen- Hey” Daveed greets making you grin. So maybe you had a crush on him and the others have said it was mutual. The way his breath got caught whenever he saw you was what made them all realize such thing, but you didn’t notice it at all. Yes you guys flirted a bit too seriously sometimes but it was teasingly, or so you believed.

“Hi” you say, and right there and then you hear Alexander’s voice, being Lin’s, saying the word in Take a Break.

“I was looking for you” he starts. Leslie, in the meantime is sipping on his coffee on the couch, looking between the two of you.

“What do you need?”

He looks at Leslie briefly and then his hues turn to you. “I was wondering if-”

“Y/N, we need a big favor” Lin says as he bursts into the room making your eyes widen slightly, snapping away from the Daveed daydreaming you were in.

“Sure. What’s wrong?”

“Jas has a sore throat and won’t be able to join us. Do you think you can fill in for her?”

“Of course. I just need to get the dresses, I’ll rush now.”

“Thank you, I owe you.” Lin blows you a kiss with both hands before he leaves. You turn to the guys, Leslie is grinning up at you while Daveed…doesn’t look very happy.

“You were saying?” You ask him.

“Nothing. It can wait. I’ll see you later.” And with that he walks away making you raise an eye brow.

“What was that?”

“It’s called ‘I wish I were Alexander in 'Say No To This’ if you get to be Maria. Also known as, a hint of envy with jealousy” Leslie answers and you face him.

“No way. Stop saying that. He probably forgot or regretted whatever he was going to say…” You frown but you still wonder what Diggs wanted to say deep down.

“There’s trouble in the air, you can smell it” he sings as he starts walking out of your room.

“I guess I’ll never be freed from references to the songs, huh?” You ask before you head out as well to get the wardrobe necessary for Peggy and Maria.



To say you were nervous was an understatement. You have played small dialogues like the girls in The Election of 1800, but to sing a whole song was a big honor and a big responsibility. But then, if Lin didn’t trust you could do it, he wouldn’t have asked you to get the part for today.

You fixed your dress for Peggy and walked out of the room, closing the door behind you. Everyone was rushing, as usual, and Groff was joking with Lin, still not in his costume, as usual.

“Y/N” you hear Daveed’s voice say behind you and your heart skips a beat. Your cheeks flush a soft pink as you turn to face him. “You okay?” He looked absolutely stunning with his hair pulled back in his bun and the soldier uniform…

“Uh, yeah, I am. Why?”

“You look nervous” he says with a smirk.

“I feel like I won’t be able to pull Peggy, right. I know everything but what if-”

“Hey. Lin trusts you, you will do fine. I believe in you. Just relax” he says, his thumb stroking your jawline and you feel the warmth radiating from it, you have to stop yourself from leaning into it. You were a hundred percent sure you were blushing.

“Thank you. That means a lot” you smile at him and he smiles back. Your gaze moves to look at his lips for a moment before looking back into his eyes, noticing he was doing the same gesture.

“Places!” A staff member shouts and breaks the moment between the two of you.

“We should probably…”

“Yeah” he agrees, his hand dropping before he walks away.

“Helpless” Pippa and Renee draw out before they lock their arms around yours to lead you to your place.

“I am not…” You groan and they laugh.



The first act went great, you acted as innocent as you could master, as well as a bit childish, when The Schuyler Sisters song came up. Then you have the moment during the wedding where you walked down with Daveed which made your heart beat quite fast the entire moment.

“Still nervous I see” he says as you two walk down and you tighten your grip around his arm as a sign for him to shut up, making him smile.

Then the boys did their little dance in Story of Tonight Reprise and you couldn’t help but laugh at their failed attempts. Oak tried and at least succeeded somewhat. Anthony did his pelvic trust and laughed as always. Meanwhile Diggs…Was being Diggs, incapable of doing simple moves. It was hilarious to see that scene, especially Lin not being able to hold back his amusement and chuckle at the three all the time.



The break was up, and you went to place Peggy’s dress back in place and took Maria’s. You had to change your make up to be the seductive Maria Reynolds instead of the innocent, little Peggy. You were dressed now, applying the red lipstick before moving to work on your eye liner. There’s a knock on the door.

“Come in!”

“Just wanted to drop by to say that you looked amazing and did well” Lin says and you smile at him through the mirror.

“Thank you, and thank you for trusting me to fill the role for today.”

“Might not be for just today if that’s what you want” he says with a chuckle and your eyes widen. “Eventually we will all leave, but if you want to stay and have a bigger role, you know all you have to do is ask” he says and places his hands on your shoulders as he looks at you through the mirror.

“Lin, I would love to, but…”

“Think about it, you got plenty of time. We aren’t leaving just yet. I’d like to keep you” he says with a chuckle and pats your shoulders. “I’ll see you soon” he says, winking at you before he walks out. Then, seconds after, Anthony walks in.

“Can you help me push this in? I hate this” he says pointing at the ruffled piece of clothing on the front of his shirt just under his neck for his Philip role.

“You got frustrated?”

“I seriously don’t know what happened today that I couldn’t do it on my own. I’m a mess.”

“Hot mess” you tease and Anthony chuckles as you fix the piece. His eyes are looking at you and you try not to blush. It was a habit whenever someone looked at you for too long.

“Red suits you” he says and you look up at him.

“Thanks, I know” you joke and you both smirk. “There, that should do it.” You say as you step away from him.

“Thank you, beautiful. I’ll let you get finish, sorry to bother you.”

“Its fine, Ant. Don’t apologize” you both nod and you turn around to finish working on your make up.



Your cue is given and Leslie, Lin, and yourself get to your places. You walk as Leslie begins with the introduction to the song while Lin is writing. You can spot Oak, Anthony and Daveed looking at you from the side of the curtains so you shift your gaze to somewhere else.

“Stay…”

“Hey?”

“Hey…”

You move around the stage accordingly. You totally have forgotten until the part of the song came when you had to kiss Lin. Your heart was beating out of control as you stand in your place and then you are rushing towards Lin, his head ducks a little so he is able to meet your lips. His soft lips caught yours and they move against yours slowly but with a hint of passion that you had to admit made your heart skip a beat. His hands were on your hips, and you feel the tiniest squeeze on your waist. This wasn’t how you thought kissing Lin would go, if it ever were to happen outside of the musical.

The rest of the song continues, and soon enough your hands are holding Lin’s as they travel down his chest as you stand from behind. You sit on his leg once he takes his spot on the chair and his hand moves along your thigh and up your body, head moving so your lips are a few inches away from each other. You can spot for a moment Daveed looking away and you wonder for a second if what Leslie meant was true.

The song is over and you rush away out of the stage to wait for your next cue in The Reynolds Pamphlet.

“That was amazing!” Pippa says happily as she hugs you.

“Do you think so? I got so into character I forgot…” you admit with a smirk.

“You did great. Everyone loved it” Renee assures you and you smile rather shyly, nodding your head in acknowledgement.



You watch as the others continue the act. It would be hard to meet with Daveed after your performance because he was on the other end of the stage waiting for his cue for the rest of the songs. You couldn’t help laughing at his movements as The Reynolds Pamphlet started, sitting on the desk, moving sideways, shuffling, throwing the papers, it was hilarious. There wasn’t a better cast in Broadway than this one, you were sure of that. You did your part of reading the piece of paper as they mention Maria Reynolds before you are off to hide again.

The show is done and everyone comes out and you all bow at the crowd, Lin and the others stepping back as they clap and they leave you in the front.

“Special thanks to Y/N, who covered for Jasmine as she was sick tonight” Lin says and another round of applause goes off and you bow again, cheeks a bright red and take a step back with a grin and the curtains close.

“Great job everyone! Thank you for being part of this” Lin says as he claps a few times at the others, being his encouraging self as always.

“Well done, Y/N, that was great” Oak says and you grin, instantly going to hug him. He was so huggable, like a personal teddy bear.

“Thank you, Oak. That means a lot to me” You say before you both pull away.

“Any plans for tonight?”

“Not really. Might as well go home and rest, why?”

“No reason, I might do the same.” He says and you both nod your heads before you part your ways to get rid of the dress and place it where it belonged. Everyone had come to congratulate and thank you for the performance, except Daveed.

“Les, have you seen Daveed?” You ask your friend out of curiosity.

“Not after the show ended, must be in his dressing room. Why?”

“Just wanted to know…He hasn’t told me what he wanted earlier.”

“Don’t think he will come to you right now” he blurts and you eye him, your face probably asking why since he spoke again. “He didn’t seem very happy about Lin’s hands all over you.”

“He knows it’s just an act.”

“When you are jealous, nothing is” Leslie points out and you frown.

“Should I go talk to him?”

“You absolutely should.” He says with a nod. Leslie knew what was up, besides the others, because he knew from the beginning. Stealing glances, the closeness, the teasing, the almost constant flirting. Leslie played a part in this story.

You rush to get the heavy makeup off your face and get dressed before heading to Daveed’s room. You knock on the door and Ant opens it, Oak at the end of the room, but no Daveed.

“Have you seen Daveed?” You ask as you frown.

“He left, he has a performance down in Brooklyn in an hour or so” Oak answers. “I thought he was going to tell you.”

“I think he tried, but then I was told about my role and had to rush things” you explain.

“And he was mad earlier so…” Ant says and instantly regrets it as you eye him.

“Ant…” You say in a warning tone.

“He…You know what’s up, don’t make me say it, please, he’d kill me.”

“Know what’s up?”

Ant and Oak exchange a look and you look at them curiously. “Daveed was going to tell you two things tonight, but the first one was asking you to go to his performance” Oak explains. “He…He got somewhat jealous about the whole performance, mainly the kiss” he says.

“He knows it’s just an act, but he couldn’t really let it go because he thinks there is something between you and Lin.” Ant says.

“Wait, what? Just because-”

“He heard you two talk before and it’s just a big mess. Just try talking with him, he is acting like a kid” Anthony says as he waves his hands around.

“I…Where exactly?”



Anthony and Oak decided to take you to the place Daveed would be performing. The place was crowded already.

“You think you can find him?” Oak asks as he looks around the place and then at you.

“I think so; I just need to get to the front of the stage. If he wants to acknowledge me, he will. If not I’ll try to sneak backstage. He can’t ignore me forever.”

“You have our phones, we are going home, let us know if you need anything.” Oak says and you smile.

“Thank you, both of you.” You say and hug them both before you wave goodbye at them. As soon as they leave, you start making your way forward until you are a few feet away from the stage.

It only takes a couple of minutes before the beat starts, your heart starts beating wildly. You have never seen Daveed perform before, but you did know of his music, something that not many people knew about you. You hear a couple of girls screaming and shouting that takes you away from your reverie and that’s when you spot Daveed.

His ripped jeans hung low on his hips and his tank top showed those arms that you always saw covered by his uniform or his hoodies. Your eyes wouldn’t tear away from his entire being. He looked different; he looked stunning and hot, obviously. He had started singing and you stare at him as if he were the most handsome person you have seen. A person who apparently liked you back, that got jealous for little things that were an act, someone who made you feel better when you were nervous.

At some point you start singing, rapping at the same speed as him. You had learned the lyrics after many failures and tripping over the words. You had to admit it was a big talent to rap like that naturally.

Get Up started to play next, still admiring Daveed doing what he loved the most. The way his hand moved as he rapped, the way his body just moved accordingly and his curls bouncing every time he moved had you grinning like a little kid. When the female part comes up, which he does not sing obviously, Daveed meets your gaze and you nod your head at him, but you get a smirk and nothing else because he moves to the other corner of the stage. Was he really going to ignore you? A wave or something to acknowledge you would’ve done it, right? As the final verses come, you move your way to the DJ, smiling at him. “Hey, do you have a second mic?”

“Uh, yeah? Why?” The guy questions, eyeing you curiously and so does the guard.

“I want to surprise him. I work with him on Hamilton. Part of the Ensemble” you say, hoping you gave enough information for them to stop looking at you weirdly.

“Oh, yeah. I recognize your face” he says and bends down to get the microphone. “Here you go” he says.

You look at the stage as you take the mic and turn it on as you heard Daveed speaking. “I’ve been doing this musical this whole time and I’m soft as fuck” he says, making you and the crowd laugh before he continues.

“Hey, do you know which song is next?”

“Let’s see…” he pauses as he stares at the computer screen. “Body and Blood” he says and you grin. “Think you can sing that?” He questions and it makes your grin widen.

“I’ll show you” you say and walk up to the stairs where the guard is. He steps to the side with a smile which you return and stay behind until the song starts. You use the instrumental seconds to think when you should step in and as soon as he starts, you know.

The first verses come up, you sing them to yourself before your planned stepped in gets close.

She might let you fuck but she wants…” and there you step in.

Body and Blood” You sing as you join him, stepping into the front of the stage.

Daveed’s eyes widen as he looks at you surprised and shocked and you can’t help but grin, the crowd cheering.

The song goes on and you step in in certain verses which he would let you sing to test that you did knew the lyrics. He looks at the crowd with wide eyes and then turns to you as you sing your favorite part of the song, tweaking it so you it is sang by your perspective.

I got my own home, I got my own set of power tools
My own unmarked van, plan meticulously laid out
And splayed on the walls, all scrawled on dated Polaroids of severed heads plated
I got vials of ketamine, rohypnol, and promethazine, blunts with amphetamines
And whatever your pleasure be, medically, I be readily
Providing the blast sometimes to dine with the finest of wines
Try and you’ll find cut glass to get you cut fast without cuttin’
I got a diamond tattoo on my upper thigh
Another fineness walks by and cuts eyes. ”


And from there Daveed continued as you catch your breath. Soon, the song had come to an end and the crowd starts cheering at both of you. “Give it up for, Y/N!” He shouts and the applauses go off. He gives you a side hug before letting go rather too quickly for your own liking.

You step down out of the stage but stay backstage since the show was almost over.

“That was awesome! Not many girls rap at that speed” the DJ says and you grin as you return the mic.

“Thanks. Took some good days of listening to the song and tripping over my words.” You giggle.



Seconds after, Diggs is saying his goodbyes before he turns to leave. You make sure you are standing somewhere where he can’t ignore your presence.

“Still here?” He asks as he walks down the stairs, not looking at you as he keeps walking, so you follow.

“Daveed we need to talk.” You say as you trail behind him. “There is nothing-”

“Between you and Lin? Doubt it after today” he says once he gets into his backstage room.

“You know it’s an act, Diggs. You know better than that” you say and let out a huff.

“That Lin wants to keep you?” He asks and you give him a questioning expression. “I heard him saying that and after that performance I noticed what he meant” he pulls his hoodie on.

“Can you let me explain?”

“Nothing to explain, Y/N-”

“Damn it, Daveed” you tug on his hoodie sleeve and push him slightly against the wall. “Is it not obvious or are you blind?!”

“I’m not blind at all, I saw everything. First row. He wants to keep you and he made sure we all noticed.”

You smirk and pull away, “Daveed, he said that to me so I can stay as Maria” you say and his hard expression turns into one of confusion.

“Wait, what?”

“Oh so now you want to listen to me? Be happy with those news” You say and eye him one last time before you turn to leave, hoping he’d want to ask more.

Heading to the door, Daveed gets in front of you quickly, making you take a step backwards. “Y/N, what’s going on? I need to know” he was concerned now and you grin to yourself.

“Do you want to talk here or you want to go for a walk?”

“Give me a sec” he says and you nod your head, walking out of the room.



You two walked out of club, staying silent for a few moments before he asked if you had eaten anything which you haven’t. You had rushed to get here with the other boys to meet Daveed here, but you didn’t admit that to him, you wanted to get over the conversation quickly and stopping to eat it would make things more awkward.

“I didn’t know you knew my songs” he breaks the silence, you don’t look at him, but you know there is a faint smile on his lips.

“I know most of them, still catching up” you admit with a smirk.

“Didn’t know you could also sing them, I have to admit I’m impressed.”

“I said so much nonsense the first times even with the lyrics on” you laugh, “I would run out of breath or just look into the lyrics hoping there’d be a verse I could step in and continue singing” you admit.

“You did well tonight. It was a good surprise after all…All of it” he is looking at you and you look at him, your head nods for a moment before you look away to hide your blush as you two walked.

After another minute of walking in silence, he decides to speak. “So?” He questions and you frown. He still sounded so angry at you, or was it you being paranoid? But you knew what he was questioning.

“What you heard was when Lin was telling me I could stay as Maria if I wanted. Like an upgrade” you explain. He looks at you strangely and you add quickly, “That’s why he said he wanted to keep me. I guess he means that he wants someone to stick around longer in the show to guide the others” you say and look at him before you notice you are reaching the Brooklyn Bridge.

“Would you?” Daveed asks, not looking at you.

“I’m not sure…It depends…”

“Depends on Lin’s approval to kiss other boys?”

“Daveed, that was an act, you know that. You kissed Jas once and I never said anything” so maybe you let out more than you should have. Why would you have said something?

He finally looks at you, his eyes showing confusion behind his cute nerd glasses, “Said something?” He questions and you groan internally.

“You know what I mean, but it was all an act” you repeat. “Lin is my best friend, we are close, and I guess that’s why the kiss was like it was and the whole thing.” You add after a few seconds, “We have chemistry, but not like that” you say rather quickly.

“Mhm” he hums and you stop in your tracks, arms crossing against your chest as he turns around, raising an eye brow and looking to the side. “What?” He asks before looking back at you.

“Why dont you believe it? Or believe me?” You ask. “Why can everyone else see it except you?”

“See what?” He asks, his tone exasperated.

“Oh my God” you groan and take a step forward. “I have talked too much, so why don’t you tell me what was wrong with you? You were supposed to invite me here, right? But as soon as I accepted the role you left. Why?”

He almost scoffs to the side, avoiding your gaze before he leans on the rail once you had reached the beginning of the bridge. You could see New York in all its glory. The shiny lights lighting up the whole city. From where you were, in the distance, you could spot the Statue of Liberty. It was a beautiful sight…A beautiful sight to try to push words out from Daveed.

Daveed hesitates, his expression was neutral and he speaks then, “What do you want me to say? That I am jealous?” He asks and the words make your heart skip for a moment. “I was going to ask you to come with me, but as soon as Lin walked in and you agreed I don’t know what happened” he started. “I am very aware that it was all an act, but then I remembered he said he wanted to keep you, and my mind played against me and all sort of things came to my mind I didn’t know how else to react” he was still not looking at you, but out to the river.

“So you were jealous?” You say, hiding a smirk as you lean against the rail besides him. “There is no reason for you to be” you pause, take a breath, and speak, “I like you, Daveed. Pretty sure everyone knows but you” you say and he looks at you from his spot, his curls moving with the small wind.

“Do you?”

You have to roll your eyes at that and you reach to punch his arm playfully, “I swear you are trying to be stupid right now, Diggs. Do you think that if I didn’t I would’ve come all this way to clear things up? Go up stage and sing with you with the fear I’d trip over all the words?” You ask and he chuckles.

“True. You were still damn good” he says and you smile to yourself. For a moment you both stare at the city, you see him move and he goes behind you, arms snaking around your waist, his body warmth making you shiver and you let him pull you close to his chest. “I’m sorry I acted like a jerk today” he whispers into your ear and you hold back a shiver. His voice had changed completely as he spoke to you now, “I guess I was jealous that someone else I knew got to kiss you before I did” he breathes and your eyes flutter close. He was probably aware now of the effect he had on you.

“That isn’t anyone’s fault except yours” you say with a small smirk and he joins.

He turns you around by the waist, your hands moving to settle on his hips. Chocolate hues stare into yours and you feel your cheeks hot. “I can fix that…” he says and one hand moves to rest on your cheek, in the loving assuring way he did today at the theater. This time, you do lean against his big hand and he smiles before he bends down to press his plump lips against yours.

Your breath gets caught on your throat, your body tensing at the new feeling before you give in. Soft lips parted yours and you let out a small sigh of relief that it finally happened. Your lips matched his movements, slow and soft, resting the urge to bite on his lip. His posture shifts, hands moving to the small of your back and pushing you into his body which you were more than happy to obey. The hand on your cheek has started to stroke your jawline and it made you weak on the knees. If it weren’t because he was holding you, you might have slipped.

He pulls away first after a few more seconds, but as he does, he leans one more time to kiss you for a mere second, pecks your lips again and then pulls away. You slowly open your eyes but you can feel his eyes looking at you and your reaction. “Just like I imagined” you breathe out and he chuckles.

“So I wasn’t the only one imagining this moment?”

“Nah” you shake your head playfully and he laughs before kissing your forehead.

“Y/N…” he whispers.

“Hm?”

“Would you go on a date with me?”

“Of course” you say with a grin before leaning in to kiss his lips, a soft peck, your lips lingering there for a moment before you hug him, his strong arms going around your frame and holding you close as if he’d never want to let go of you again.

You look perfect (Reggie x reader)

Originally posted by sensualkisses

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A/N: So I hope you all know Perfect by Eed Sheeran because this one is based in that song, which by the way has me obsessed!

And also as you can see this one is from Reggie’s point of view.

Enjoy it!


(Y/N) and me have been friends since we were born. Our parents have always been really close, which made that she and me were really close too, we didn’t have other option though.

We spent summers together, she helped me to get better grades since I can remember and I always defended her when someone hurt her, even though she never wanted my help because she said she could defend herself.

I remember how our parents were always joking about how some day we would end up together because we were inseparable no matter how older we got.

We both denied that and we told them to shut up and leave us alone, something pretty normal with middle school kids.

But we weren’t in middle school anymore. We were in senior year, we didn’t know where we would be next year and I didn’t like the idea of being far from (Y/N) after spending eighteen years by her side.

And it wasn’t just that, a couple of years ago I found out that maybe our parents weren’t so wrong. I would love to be with (Y/N) like more than just friends, but I guess that I never got the courage to tell her. When it came to her I couldn’t hide behind that façade of brave and fearless boy that I used for everyone else.

The formal dance was getting closer and I knew that (Y/N) didn’t have a partner yet, so I was going to do it, I would ask her to come with me.

That morning when I saw her coming in my direction my heart skipped a beat, she was wearing a big smile on her face, a smile she was giving to me.

“Hey Reg” she greeted standing in front of me.

“Hey (Y/N), you look extremely happy today” I said closing my locker “Did something happened to put you in that mood?

“Not exactly, but I hope it happens” she giggled.

“Oh, can I ask what is it?”

“Actually… I’m the one who wants to ask, you don’t have a partner for the dance yet, right?” I freeze in my spot, I didn’t know where this was going, but if I didn’t answer I would never find out, so I just shook my head no “Great!” she exclaimed with her smile still on her face, even bigger if that was possible “not great that you don’t have someone to go with to the dance, but great because…” she stopped for a second to laugh at herself and how she was beating around the bush and as usual she made me laugh too “I wanted to ask you if you’d like to come with me to the dance” she finally said. I was paralyzed again because of her words; it was the last thing I thought I would hear. I thought she wanted to ask me if I could go with one of her friends or who knows what, but not this. “It’s ok if you don’t want to, I would understand. It’s just… I’d like to go with you”

“No no, I mean yes. Not that I don’t want to go with you” I stopped for a second to get myself together before I speak again “What I want to say is that I would love to go with you to the dance”

“Fantastic!” she smiled again “I’ll see you later Reginald” she added leaving as the bell rang.

I looked at her until she disappear into the crowd, I couldn’t believe what had just happened and at the same time I was surprised by her, she always managed to amaze me more and more every day. I don’t think any girl at this high school would have think of ask the guy to a dance, but she just did it.

 

After a couple of weeks the day came, I told (Y/N) I would pick her up, so there I was, so nervous I couldn’t even knock on the door. I could hear voices inside, the sound of the TV on and steps near the door.

I finally knocked and waited until her father opened the door and when he saw me he smiled widely and invited me in.

“(Y/N)! Reggie is here!” she said from the bottom of the stairs.

“Hello Reggie! We’ll be there in five minutes!” her mother said from somewhere in the second floor.

“Hello (Y/M/N)!”

“I guess you already know that five minutes mean ten minutes at least” joked her father guiding me to the living room where he was watching a football game.

We sat there to watch the game and talk about football in general, when I was little my father, (Y/N)’s father and me used to play our own games every time we could and of course (Y/N) would end up joining us.

I heard footsteps running down the stairs and when I turned around I saw (Y/N)’s mother at the bottom of the stairs, she made us a signal for us to join her while she got a camera from the table in the hall.

We waited until (Y/N) showed up upstairs and I wasn’t capable of process what my eyes were seeing,  I always see her beautiful whatever she is wearing, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this beautiful, so I had to make an effort and hide how amazed I was by her beauty.

“Mom!” she exclaimed putting her hand in front of her face when she saw her with the camera “stop!” she laughed coming down the stairs as fast as she could.

“I know this isn’t prom, but you’re not leaving this house before I take some photos” she said grabbing my arm and moving me in (Y/N)’s direction. She stayed in the second stair and put her arms around my neck, leaning her chin on my shoulder.

We made different poses, funny poses all the time until (Y/N) put her hand in front of the camera and took my hand with the other to lead me to the door.

“Be careful!” her mother shouted from the door while we were going to my car laughing.

“You look more beautiful than I expected” I said opening the co-pilot door for her.

“Thank you Mantle, you don’t look bad yourself” she answered giving me a smile and getting in the car.

 

The dance were like any other one this high school had done before with the difference that this time I had a great time with my partner. We dance every song that they played like if anyone was watching, we were experts dancing thanks to all the times we danced in (Y/N)’s living room when I stayed the night.

When they played slow songs we just danced like the rest of students and we talked about whatever came to our minds. She had her arms around my neck and I had my hands on her waist.

At the end of the night Cheryl announced she was throwing an after party at her house and everyone was invited, which included us.

“You can go if you want” (Y/N) said when I came back from telling my friends that I wouldn’t go to the party ”you just have to leave me at home first because I can’t walk anymore with this shoes” (Y/N) wasn’t the biggest fan of parties, which didn’t mean she wasn’t the life of the party when she attended one, and that’s why she told me that she wouldn’t go, but that I didn’t have to stop going for her, what she didn’t know was that I had other plans in mind for us.

“I was thinking that maybe we could go to my house, it’s still early and I’m sure our parents are still out there having fun”

“I like the proposal” she said intertwining her arm with mine and leading us to the exit.

On the way to my home it started to rain, something pretty normal in Riverdale, it would probably just last a couple of minutes, but we had to go from my car to the front door, which meant we had to get wet.

“Are you ready?” she asked with one hand ready to open the door and her shoes on the other.

“I was born ready” I answered opening my door and running to my house.

I could hear (Y/N) laughing behind me and when we finally refuged form the rain we looked at each other, we were soaking from head to toe, but that only made us laugh even more.

We went into the house and when I was about to go to get some towels to dry us she stopped me.

“Let’s go to the garden, it’s not raining that much and the grass will be wet” she said it with her eyes full of illusion and it remind me of when we were little and we found some abandoned dog, she would take him with her and she would start to talk about how great his life would be since that moment. That was another reason why it was impossible not to love her, how easy she gets excited by little things.

I followed her to the garden and I was about to turn on the lights, but again she stopped me and told me the moonlight was enough to see what we have around us.

So we finally stepped out the door and we sat on the floor while we wait for the rain to stop and when it happened (Y/N) stood on her feet and went to the grass, barefoot. She would probably regret this the next day when she gets sick, but right now she was the happiest person alive.

“Are you coming or what Reg?” she asked turning in my direction.

I stood on my feet, but before I went to her I got into the house and put some music, not too loud so it wouldn’t disturb the calm before the storm but loud enough for us to hear it.

“Would you dance with me mademoisselle?” I asked doing a reverence.

“Of course” she answered doing the same.

I put one hand on her waist, she put one on my shoulder and we put the other ones together in the air.

We dance without saying anything, just listening to the music. I made her spin a couple of times, but I never let go of her hand and I always brought her back to me. I noticed she was looking to the ground, avoiding eye contact.

“Did you suddenly turn into a shy person?” I joked.

“Never” she said finally looking at me “but I must look terrible” she added laughing to play down. This time I didn’t laugh at that and it made her get nervous “Reg? Are you still here?” she blushed a little because the lack of response from me.

“You look perfect” I whispered so weakly that it made me think I had thought about it instead of saying it out loud.

We had stopped dancing and I hadn’t even realized it, she kept looking at me directly in the eye, with a serious expression in her face.

She let go of my hand and I thought that she wanted to get away from me, but what she did was to put both of her hands on my cheeks and stand on her tip toes so she could put her lips on mine.

I was shook at first, but I kissed her back, putting my arms around her waist to keep her close to me.

My heart was beating so fast I was concern it would leave my chest at any second.

“I don’t know why I waited so long to do this” she said biting her lip when we stopped kissing.

She kept her hands on my cheeks, caressing my skin.

“I guess our parents weren’t so wrong” I laughed.

“Not at all” she answered looking at me in the eye and then looking my lips.

I moved away her wet hair from her face and I kissed her again, like I had always wanted to do.

The Parker Twins BTS: Obsessions - Peter Parker x twinsister!Reader

Words: 2162
Pairing: Peter Parker x Twin Sister!Reader
Featuring: Tony, May, Ned, deh
Warnings: im obsessed with dear evan hansen
Summary: After Tony Stark finds out about a particular obsession of yours, he decides to make a dream come true.
Authors Note: I’m trash. I think that’s all I have to say.

A few months back Jadyn and I wrote a little series based on the twins, (Y/N) and Peter Parker. But that actually had a plot that piggybacked on one another. This, however, does not connect to the plots of that series (exactly). This series will consist of little fics that would happen between the Parker Twins that are not long enough to make a full fic, so we will be adding to them randomly. All you need to know, if you do not want to read the previous fics, is that (Y/N) has the power of teleportation and can teleport to any place in sight, and got her powers three years before Peter- AND they can read each other’s minds! They were both recruited by Tony for Civil War, but (Y/N) changed sides to help Cap halfway through- but ended up escaping out of the prison.

Peter / Parker Twins / Full Masterlist

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“I still can’t believe you think aliens don’t exist,” You rolled your eyes as you and Peter were on Skype with Ned. “Literally, we’ve seen God’s from other planets! Thor and Loki, they’re real! And Vision, he’s a literal robot! How can you not believe in aliens?”

Peter watched with amusement, covering his mouth to hide his laughs. Of course, he knew about Peter’s abilities, it was an accident, but he knew. Which meant he also suspected you…and Ned and you were never closer. “I’m not saying they don’t exist, (Y/N), I’m just saying that it’s really tough to prove it.”

“Ned, you out of all people, I thought would believe in them!” You groaned. “Why don’t you? There is so much proof! Hell, I’m living proof that this world is not what we think! Peter and I fought next to Vision, I fought against and with Wanda Maximoff, and if I stuck around longer we probably would have seen Thor!” You argued. “Why not aliens?”

Ned burst out laughing and so did Peter. “What the hell guys? This is serious!”

“Oh, no, we know. I totally believe aliens exist,” Ned admitted. “But Peter dared me at school today to see how much we could aggravate you. So we chose aliens, knowing it’s one of your obsessions. I also bet to Peter that you would mention the Avengers at least twice. I won.”

Peter covered his mouth and snickered. “Sorry, (Y/N), but it had to be done!”

“I hate you both,” You groaned and covered your face. “I’m gonna start sing-screaming your most favorite musical, Ned, you deserve it,” You stuck your tongue out.

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