oh how i wish this tour was coming to my city

We Have Tonight - Harry Styles Imagine

“I think you just need to get over her,” Jeff says as Harry is staring out the window of their rented car whilst here in New York City. He rubs his bottom lip between his thumb and pointer finger, gently pulling at it as his eyes wandered the busy streets outside the car.

It was easy to say those words to Harry, but Jeff wouldn’t ever understand how you made Harry feel. It wasn’t some little crush, or a fling for lack of better words, it was falling in love in the worst of ways. Being the worst because it didn’t work out. What Harry imagined as a long lasting love, ended with tabloids and teary eyes. Things didn’t go the right way, instead it felt as though you and Harry had fallen while trying to made such a big leap together. Now all he had were some bruises and a broken heart.

“Don’t think I’ll ever get over ‘er, mate,” Harry mutters. Just then they’re driving into the hectic area of New York that is Times Square. And there you are, plastered on the sides of the buildings.

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Sterek A-Z Challenge: one word prompts

Week 15: O - Oops

The bell over the coffee shop door announced Derek’s arrival with a merry jingle a little after 11 in the evening. Derek shuffled the strap of his messenger bag higher on his shoulder and shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his leather jacket.

The shop was almost empty at that hour. Only a few students writing their first papers of the new term and a couple of regular night owls were scattered through the shop. His usual seat in the far corner, where he could sit with his back against the wall and keep watch, was open.

Derek dropped his bag on the small table and shrugged his jacket off to drape over the back of his claimed seat. The young woman at the register was new, which could be potentially problematic. Derek didn’t recognize her, but she smiled cheerfully when he approached.

“What can I get you?” she chirped. Her heartbeat fluttered nervously as her scent sweetened with clear want. Definitely problematic.

Derek paused a moment. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. He wasn’t sure his drink had a name.

“Oh, well, we have different speciality coffees and teas,” the barista said and gestured to the menu board behind her. “If you want something-”

“I got this!” Stiles slid out of the back room, arms flailing to keep his balance. “Yo,” he said, greeting Derek with a lazy salute, and Derek snorted. His roommate was ridiculous. “Super awesome Stilinski special as dark as your soul, coming right up.”

“Right,” Derek said, gravitating down the bar towards Stiles. “No cinnamon this time.”

“Sure thing.” Stiles flipped a large paper cup into the air and fumbled to catch it, which made Derek chuckle.

When Stiles called him earlier that year, it had been a bit of a shock. Derek had been living in a cabin upstate that he and Laura had bought years ago. He had finally achieved vengeance for his family when he ripped out Kate’s throat and burned her body deep in the woods, but Beacon Hills wasn’t home anymore, so he hadn’t gone back. Now he wished he had.

At first, Derek hadn’t been sure the small voice on the other end of the phone had actually been Stiles, and not something trying to lure him back to Beacon Hills because the Stiles on the other end of the line had been quiet, almost hesitant, and unsure. As if Stiles hadn’t believed he deserved Derek’s help. Definitely not at all the hyperactive, chatterbox he had left behind. They both carried heavy scars, but that was fine.

Before Derek knew it, he had a new roommate and was driving across the country to pick Stiles up the day he got his diploma. Stiles hadn’t been home since, and the Sheriff was worried.

The barista asked Derek what the drink was so she could ring it up as Stiles ducked out of sight to retrieve milk out of the fridge below the counter.

“I don’t know,” Derek said again. “Something chocolate?”

Derek always had the same drink whenever he came in, but he didn’t know what it was because Stiles had never told him. It probably didn’t have a name. The first time he picked Stiles up, Stiles had whipped something up and shoved it into his hands.

Stiles’ head popped back up over the espresso bar. The steamer hissed to life, and Stiles laughed. “Don’t worry about it, Sam. It’s on me,” he said and winked at Derek.

Derek hadn’t paid for a drink yet.

The drink Stiles handed off to Derek smelled overly sweet and chocolatey, and was piled so high with whipped cream drizzled with chocolate and caramel that the topping threatened to spill over. He wasn’t sure how Stiles knew about his sweet tooth, but he shouldn’t have been surprised.

“Here ya go, big guy,” Stiles said and grinned. “Extra sweet and fluffy. Just like you.”

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2.0

Summary: The tour crew is teasing you about how you’re picking up on everything Shawn’s doing. 

a/n: I feel like I should be writing some angst bc like I feel like I have too much fluff and cuteness but here I am writing another fluff. I also don’t know where I’m going with this one tbh. Here’s one I wrote like after The Not Shawn Mendes tour. To the anon that requested, I will post it very soon. Just need to make my mind up on some stuff.


Your name: submit What is this?

“Woah,” Zubin just stared at you after asking him something. 

“What?” You raised your eyebrows, you have been with Shawn the whole world tour. Going home whenever you wanted to, and getting to go wherever you want to. It’s been very fun on tour, you got closer with everyone else. You felt like they were really your family, they took such good care of you.

“You literally just sounded like Shawn. Not even kidding.” Zubin laughed, and you rolled your eyes. Everyone on the tour family with Shawn has been saying that you and Shawn has been been together way too much, that you’re starting to act like him. 

“Oh my God, Zubin!” Zubin just laughed and finally replied to what you were asking him.


“Wish me luck.” Shawn whispered into your ear while giving you a hug. He was about to go on stage. You can hear his fast beating heart while you were in his tight embrace.

“Good luck, kill it out there.” You giggled. He let go of the hug and smiled at you. Your heart skipped a beat because of that smile. He started walking away to go below the stage where he comes out the start of the show.

“I love you.” Shawn mouths to you once he gets on stage and he spots you standing backstage. 

“I love you too.” You blew him a kiss. He smiled at you and started the show. This was you and Shawn’s ritual every single time he gets on stage. 

Every single show, you and Shawn were both nervous. Shawn was nervous about pleasing all of the people that came to see him, and you were nervous that everything goes right and it’s another great show. You started chewing on your nails, praying that he doesn’t get hurt, he doesn’t get mobbed by fans switching from stage to stage. None of those has ever happened, but you always had that worry before one of his shows start. 

“Y/n, what did I tell you about biting your nails?” Aaliyah commented while walking to where your seats were. “Stop. You are seriously picking up everything he does. Don’t pick up Shawn’s bad habits, you have such pretty nails.” 

Your face turned red, even the person who was pretty close to Shawn noticed. She’s lived with Shawn for all of her life. Aaliyah has been on tour for a couple of days now. She said she wanted to hangout and tour with her big brother while Manny and Karen are on a cruise for their anniversary. 


You were having a late lunch with Aaliyah, Matt, and Brian after having a little look around the city. You scrunched up your nose in disgust when you felt that wet, mushy, awful tasting tomato in your mouth. You just wanted a nice sandwich but tomatoes just had to ruin it. Brian watched you pick out all the tomatoes off the sandwich you’re having for lunch, while Shawn was working out.

“You and Shawn are perfect for each other. Both of you are so damn weird.” Brian shook his head, with a smile on his face. You knew he was kidding even if he wasn’t smiling. Out of everyone, Brian was the most supportive of your relationship with Shawn. Quoting his words, you and Shawn were his otp

“I never noticed tomatoes were so nasty.” You laughed, examining the sandwich.

“Yeah, you say that now after Shawn probably brainwashed you into not liking them.” Matt commented which made Brian and Aaliyah laugh. 


“How is it like touring with y/n?” A fan asked Shawn during the q&a. His eyes lit up and made eye contact with you when the fan mentioned your name.

“Horrible. She takes such long showers. Just kidding.” The fans cheered and you playfully pouted. “It’s been fun actually, everyone thinks she’s turning into me. We were walking with Aaliyah this morning, y/n made this face and I was like, that’s something I do.” 


“Oh, sorry. Like it’s fine. No big deal,” You smiled and talked with your hands. “You can definitely do it later. I don’t want to bother you.” 

One of the people from the crew smiled and nodded. She walked away and before she was out of your line of sight, Tom and Mike came by to grab a water bottle in the cooler beside you. 

“Was that y/n or Shawn?” Tom commented and Mike laughed. You smiled at them and walked to Shawn’s dressing room. All the comments were funny at first, but it started to get frustrating and annoying. 

“Hey, babe.” Shawn greeted you when you walked in. He was just sitting in his room and strumming a guitar. 

“I feel like I haven’t seen you all day,” You gave him a small smile. Shawn’s been busy all day, so you didn’t want to bother him, so you ended up running around the venue. He immediately noticed that there was something wrong with the tune of your voice and put the guitar away. 

“Come here, baby.” He opened his arms wide open for a hug, and you crashed on his lap. Your head on his shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

“Am I really doing everything you do?” You buried your face in his chest, embarrassed of what you just asked him. You felt his chest vibrate while he laughed.

“Oh, baby.” He kissed the top of your head and started stroking your hair. “Yeah, kind of.” 

With what he said, you immediately sat up from burying your face in his chest to look at his face. “I knew it. Everyone’s been saying that I’m with you too much that’s why I’m doing everything you do! And it’s been getting annoying.”

“Is this why I feel like I haven’t seen you that much these past few days?” Shawn looked at you with those gorgeous brown eyes. You nodded, Shawn knew you very well. He knew that you let anything people say to you. That’s why he insisted on you not having any other social media aside from Snapchat, you always let what people say get to you. And you act upon it. He buried your head in his chest again, holding you in his arms, you heard his heartbeat. That heart that was yours. 

“They’re just teasing you,” Shawn whispered, with his lips pressed to your hair. “That’s what happens when you’re with somebody way too much, you start picking their slang. I actually caught myself talking like you the other day.” 

“Did you really?” You laughed, you felt better about the whole thing.

Los Angeles

The second installment of The Live On Tour Series:


Y/N admits she loves no-one in the world more than she loves her best friend,Harry.

She loves everything about him.

She loves the colour of his eyes,loves how bright they get when he starts talking about something he has an interest in but what she loves most are the way his eyes look on a sunny day as they begin to resemble the brightest emerald in the world.She loves how light the colour of his eyes are (she’s never seen someone with green eyes that suit them),she likes how soft they look; though just because she likes his eyes when they’re light doesn’t mean she hates them when they begin to darken.Sure,she does get a bit antsy staring at him when his eyes have darkened,wondering how he’ll react to the situation he’s stuck in.She doesn’t hate any of that though, but what she does hate is when he looks at her with such intensity in his eyes,she begins to blush very hard.

She also loves his smile.It’s the number one feature of his that she loves, a feature that’s the sole reason she fell for him.And despite the fact that she has no words to describe his smile,she knows exactly how it makes her feel - like her insides are screaming ‘Oh my God.Is he real?’ .Y/N admits that before Harry,she’d never seen a person who looked beautiful with a smile graced on their face - they all looked weird,according to her.And now,she wishes nothing but to see a smile permanently etched on his face. 

However,as hard as it may seem to believe,she doesn’t only love his physical characteristics.She loves and adores how he is as a human - he’s the most kind-hearted,warmest person she’s ever met.Even after being friends with him for years,she doesn’t know how he does it,how he’s so nice and polite to every single person he meets, how he makes them feel so comfortable in a matter of time.It puzzles her to see someone with so much love in them. 

Y/N loves Harry - that’s the real reason why she took the plane to San Francisco and is now in L.A.

Y/N loves Harry but he,he’s interested in somebody else.

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Where She Went (Part 2)

[PART ONE]

pairing: daveed diggs x reader

summary: daveed and reader were high school sweethearts who had a bad breakup, fate (and a well-timed cello concert) brought them together in NYC. they had a lot of catching up to do.

warnings: swearing, mentions of car wrecks and death, smut at the end because i’m still me after all.

word count: 6,459

a/n: ayyy it’s day five of the @hamwriters write-a-thon which is reverse POV day. this is a continuation of my lit day fic, linked at the top of this post, and i can’t tell u how to live ur life but it really would make more sense if you read that first. love u!!!!!!!! hope it was worth the wait!!!!!!!!!!!! 


“Daveed,” you breathe. “Hi- I, um…I hadn’t really figured you’d come backstage.”

Daveed shifts uncomfortably, looking around the room.

“Yeah, well…I almost didn’t,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

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Girl Next Door

AN: (FIRST IMAGINE OF 2017 YAY) i read a prompt like this before but i forgot where i found it omg but i’ve had this in my drafts for so long and I only finished it now lmao (btw this one’s going to be in 3rd person POV just because I’ve never written in 3rd person and i want to practice lol)

Peter Parker x Reader

// Masterlist //


Originally posted by septodragon

Y/N was trying to balance the giant box she was holding in one hand while she tried to grab the keys from her back pocket. She knows she could have easily just put the box down but she couldn’t be bothered to bend down and pick up the heavy box again. The struggle. Was. Real. Managing to balance the box on one hand was not an easy task. 

“Do you need some help?” 

Y/N turned her head to see a boy her age. He was standing by the front of his door. The girl weighed her options (she also noted that said boy was incredibly cute) before giving in. 

“Uh, yeah, if you could just hold this for a minute while I get my keys, that would be great.” She gave a shy smile. Peter Parker’s heart raced. Y/N’s smile, though, small was absolutely stunning. He froze for a moment before moving towards her. “Be careful. It’s kind of heavy, don’t want you getting hurt so just a little warning.” 

Her concern for a complete stranger fed Peter’s growing attraction. 

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Paris in October - Part One

October had always been your favourite time of year to visit Paris, the trees that lined the cobbled streets were so brilliantly vibrant, but the weather was still warm enough to spend time on the balcony of your hotel room watching as people went about their business. You loved Paris, more than you cared to admit, the elegance and sophistication of the culture provided a much-needed escape from your busy life back in Australia, so you made it your mission to come here every year in October and learn more about your favourite city in the world.

The last year had been extremely difficult for you, you’d gotten a new job, working as a play therapist in the biggest children’s hospital in the country and you loved working there, the children always brought a smile to your face and you loved most of your colleagues, but it meant that you had to leave all your friends behind and move to a city that you had never liked. Taking this job had taken a toll on your relationship, you had been with Mike since you were 14 but the distance got too much for you both to handle, and three weeks before you left for what was meant to be a romantic trip to the city of love, you had broken up. You weren’t going to cancel the trip, you had been looking forward to it since you took the job, and there was no way you were going to miss Paris in October, so you went alone.

While you had been coming to Paris at this time of year since you were 18, you had never been alone, it had always been either a romantic get-away or a relaxing girls trip with your friends. So this year you were excited to be spending some time with yourself, exploring the city, absorbing the history in the hopes that you would forget about Mike.

One morning, about a week into your trip, you had decided to have a quiet morning in after a busy few days. You had room service bring you some fresh fruit and black coffee for your breakfast and you took it out to your balcony, You put on your playlist with songs that made you happy and Fleetwood Mac’s Dreams came on and you sat down to eat your breakfast. As much as you had been looking forward to having this time to yourself, it had been a few days since you’d actually spoken to someone and you were starting to feel a bit lonely.

“Great song”  

Startled by the thick British accent you turned around. Seeing a tall, short haired man, shirtless, with a butterfly on his tummy looking onto your balcony. You were a little taken aback by how handsome he was, and you were suddenly very aware that you were wearing nothing but your exes dress shirt and a pair of very skimpy black lacy underwear.

“Great Band”

“One of the best, this your favourite song of theirs?”

“I guess it is yeah, there’s a lot of happy memories attached to this song for me”

“Me too, reminds me of being a kid again. What’s your name love?”

“Y/N”

“I’m Harry” He said as he stretched his arm out across your balcony, flashing you a very charming dimpled smile that made you blush

“It’s nice to meet you Harry” you giggled a little

“You’re clearly not French”

“Nah” You scrunched your nose a little as you said it

“Australian?”

“Bingo, English?

“Born and raised, what brings you to Paris?”

“Well it was supposed to be a romantic trip, but my boyfriend broke up with me three weeks before we were supposed to leave, so I came by myself”

“I’m sorry love, at least you still got the trip” He looked genuinely sorry as he spoke, and you couldn’t help but stare into his wonderfully green eyes

“Yeah, I love Paris in October, I’ve made a point to come every year since I was 18, what brings you here?”

“I’m on tour, I wish I could be staying around longer, but I’m headed back to London after tonight’s show”

“You’re a musician?” you asked leaning against the railing, getting a little closer to him

“Yeah, I’m a singer” He said running his hand through his hair, shooting glance at your phone, that had just started playing Sweet Creature

“Anything I would have heard?”

“Ahhh” he laughed “This” he said pointing at your phone

Your eyes widened “Oh my god, your Harry Styles”

“That’s me” Flashing that dimpled smile at you again

“I’m sorry, I’m a big fan of your music, but I’m not really one to pay attention to anything else except the music, sorry, that makes me sound mean, I just mean that I’m usually so busy, I don’t get a chance to pay attention to anything else”

“Don’t be sorry love, it’s nice not to be recognised for once”

You were embarrassed that you didn’t recognise him, you had never really payed attention to one direction, but your best friend had always loved them so you knew a lot more about them then you would like to admit.

“This is one of my favourite songs at the moment”

“Thanks, it’s very special to me this one, if you’re not doing anything tonight, why don’t you come to the gig? I know how lonely travelling alone can get, come and spend some time with me and my band tonight”

“Thanks Harry, that’s really sweet of you, but I don’t think I should”

“Why not? we don’t bite”

“I’m sure you don’t”

“Come on love, it’ll be good for you, when was the last time you went to a concert?”

“At least 3 years ago”

“It’s settled then, I’ll have a car pick you up at 6.”


Part Two

Well, there it is, Part One of my first series, I hope you liked it! I’m not sure when part two will happen but please let me know where you want this to go, I’ve got a few vague ideas but if anyone has anything they’d love to see happen between Harry and Y/N let me know! 

I will still be writing TFLN’s and Drabbles so send in you requests for those too! Xxx

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Come Back Home [I]

Originally posted by oh-no-sehunnie

Prologue - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five

Plot: Sehun was far from an open book.

Genre: Angst - CanonAU

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k


Reader

I don’t know Oh Sehun. Not really.

I know that he has a smattering of perfect freckles on his upper back. I know what his face looks like when he’s falling asleep; his lids heavy and his mouth in a soft smile. I know that he loves expensive wine, and cheap bubble tea.

I don’t know what he wants do with his life. He’s never talked about his future, his dreams, the things that make him laugh and the things that make him cry.

These are the things that I don’t know about Oh Sehun.

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Sanvers Week Day 2 - Nerd Girlfriends

In all her years of being wined and dined by well-intentioned young men she tried so hard to love, Alex hoped she’d learned a thing or two about how to treat a lady.

But when Maggie first came over to her apartment with pizza and beer, to make all her hopes come true and kiss her for what felt like the first time, Alex had blurted out that she wanted to take her on a date before she even realised that she’d never planned one in her life.

Where the hell did lesbians go for dates anyway? She didn’t think she’d ever seen any at the movies, at a restaurant… Did they just go to gay places? Is that why she’d never noticed?

The doubt must have shown on her face, because Maggie had smiled a little and tucked some of Alex’s hair behind her ear. “Danvers, you really don’t have to. I feel like I should take you out first. You know, to show you how the other half live,” she joked.

“Pfft, thank you, but I’ve got this,” Alex chuckled, eyes flitting anywhere but into the too-warm intensity of Maggie’s. “I can plan a date. I’m the best at planning dates. I’m…I’m known for it.”

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Gut Feeling

* First time, I’ve posted in a long time. It’s just a one shot. Just wrote it on my phone, let whatever come out. I just needed to dive in and get back to things. It’s quite different than what I’ve written before and, hopefully, that’s okay.

Warning: angsty, angsty, angsty. 


10 miles almost exactly, but it felt like a day long journey for the exhausted and thinly worn out rock star. Even though he had dosed off while riding shot gun twice in the twenty nine minute car ride back to the Chateau Marmont from Chinatown, Luke still felt like he had been sitting silently for a twenty four hour period. He couldn’t remember when the last time he went a half hour without noise. He could hear his brain, smaller somehow, clanking around in his skull like dice in a Yahtzee cup. It seemed to burn every time it smacked up against one of the walls. As much as his murderous headache appreciated the quiet, he wished terribly that you would speak. If he was sure of anything at the moment, it was that you hadn’t so much as looked at him since picking him up.

“Thanks again for the ride.” Voice groggy as if it had traveled through wet mud to come out from his throat, Luke said honestly. He unbelted himself from the chair and reached his arm over to run a hand down your hair, leaning in for a kiss on the side of your temple. He was completely unaware of just how rancid he smelled.

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Jeff Hardy; Bar Games

A/N: This took SO LONG and I’m super sorry! I just recently got adopted by a baby squirrel and I’ve been taking care of him, making sure he’s okay. I named him Buckwheat! He’s adorbs. This was requested by @ittybittywriter. Also, can anyone tell me how to do the “read more” html on the app for the phone? I don’t own a laptop/computer

A/N Part 2, Heart Complications update: I’m working on Part 3 as we speak and BE WARNED, IT’S GOING TO GET VERY DARK. There’s going to be a few jealous men, some stalking, slight abuse, harassment. It’s going to get dark, so I figured I’d warn you first off before I post it.

TAGS: @neeadinghugs @deseraysmiththings @panic-angel3314 @ambrosegirlforever @queen-twerks-a-lot

Word Count: 2,585

Style: Reader x Jeff Hardy

Triggers: Alcohol?

Type: Smutty, Fluffy.

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You’ve been friends for years, but what happens when Jeff talks you into a night at the bar?

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Originally posted by youtappedout

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun to go out. You know, something you don’t know how to do?”

Jeff was right. You didn’t know how to go out. Hell, you barely knew how to get out of your pajama pants into jeans half the time. You were always a shy person, even after four years of being best friends with the youngest Hardy brother. You two had met at a house show where he managed to botch a move, throwing himself over the barricade into your lap. The accident started a beautiful friendship.

You look down at your half assed attire. Black skinny jeans and a normal purple cotton shirt. You roll your eyes and sigh.

Fine, you win. I’ll have to.. dig something nice looking out of my bag”.

You can hear Jeffs smile pulling from ear to ear.

“I’ll meet you at the club after the show. I’ll text you which one we decide one. See you there?”

“Well obviously, you already talked me into going out. See ya later”. You hang up with him, turning around to face the big balcony window.

You grab your duffle and rush over to the edge of the hotel bed. You begin shuffling through your duffle bags, hoping to find a miracle you threw into you bag when your packed it, half asleep, before you took this trip with him.

Throughout the years, Jeff always tried to get out into the scene, getting you out of your comfort zone of staying in your hotel room. It never worked, no matter how many times he begged you to go throw beers back. Finally, you feel the familiar, soft touch of silk. Your miracle in a duffle bag. The dress you bought before the tour. It has a low plunging neckline with a strap halter and a slit from on the right hip from the waist to the middle thigh where the dress stops. It’s a beautiful light green, which contrasts perfectly against your skin. You lay it on the bed and check the time on your phone. 9:49.

Good you think. Enough time to get ready. You waltz over to the desk, which has a giant vanity mirror on it. Grabbing the makeup bag you managed to find before leaving home, you begin putting on a little mascara and foundation, to make yourself look like you’re not tired. Your phone buzzes.

Jeff: Hey, we’re going to The Underground. Meet us there around 10:30?

You put your bottle of foundation down, picking up the phone to start typing.

You: Yeah, I’ll be there. I’ll maps it to find it.

Your phone buzzes a minute later.

Jeff: ♡

The phone reads 10:14. You didn’t realize how long you took on your appearance for something you’re not even going to enjoy. You also zoned out the fact that you put on eyeshadow. You get up and walk to the bed, sliding the pajama pants off your body to the floor. You pull your shirt up off your torso and glide yourself into this silky, beautiful dress.

Next is the worst part. High heels. You grimace at the black spiked heels, knowing you’re not the best walking around in them.

“Fake it ‘til you make it, I guess”, you mumble as you pull the heels over your delicately soft feet. You spray a bit of perfume on and off you go out into the dark streets of Chicago. Your hands clenched into your smartphone, following maps down blocks of city sidewalks. A text pops up on your phone.

Jeff: Where are you? You’re late! :P

You smile softly at the semi-worried, semi-joking text as you hit the reply button.

You: Do you know how long it takes for me to look good?

You take a left, finding a brightly lit street of neon signs and loud human activity.

Jeff: Not very long. Getting the balls to come out? Probably about 3 ½ hours of crying and telling yourself you can “do this”. :D

You walk down the street, multiple men and women turn their heads to look at you as you strut passed them.

You: Eat me, Jeff.

Jeff: ;)

Ahhh, The Underground. Finally finding the building as you quickly glance up to read the signs. You turn your phones screen off and push the door open to the night club. Instantly looking for your little party of Jeff and the gang. Multiple heads turn as your legs stride with your walk, checking you out from every angle.

Deans sitting with Jeff, along the likes of Alexa, Renee Young, and Seth. They’re around a little round table, pounding back shots of mid shelf tequila. The burn of the smooth alcohol twists everyones faces into indistinguishable looks of approval. Seths head comes back down, his eyes landing on you. Almost instantly he starts elbowing Jeff. Finally, he looks your way. He takes his swallow of alcohol in surprise before his mouth lays open, the sight of you sending his heart racing. He sways over to you, his tight blue jeans hugging his hips almost too perfectly.

“We started without ya”, ha places his hands on your bare shoulder, “buuutttt, we saved your shots”, his smile beams through the dark lighting of the venue, “you’re three behind”.

He takes your hand and walks with you over to the table, fully noticing that Seth can’t even say a word to you, let alone look at you.

Jeff chuckles, “Cat got your tongue?”

Seth shakes his head, “nah, (Y/N) does”. Bayley smacks him in the arm before laughing.

You take your first shot and instantly wince. Tequila. You wish someone would have told you, so you could have licked some salt. The burn trails down your throat. Before you know it, you’re six shots in, thirty minutes past midnight, laughing at Dean and Renee attempt drunken karaoke. Jeff struts over with another round of shots. As he reaches the table, he eyes you up and down before a light pink spreads across his face. He hands you another shot.

“What was that look for”, you ask, “impure thoughts?”

A grin cracks across his face, “very impure”. He places salt in between his thumb and forefinger. You shake your head and dust it off. “I have a better idea”.

You take the salt from his hand and smile your prettiest “almost beyond drunk” smile, then lick your thumb. You rub the wet thumb on your collar bone and pour salt on it as Jeff raises an eyebrow. You bat your eyelashes, “body shot”? He grins, almost evilly, before pressing his lips to your collar bone, sliding his wet tongue across it, before taking his shot and biting into a lime.

He brings his head to your ear, “your turn”. Jeff empties off the table before jumping onto it to sit, leaning back against the wall. You look him from head to toe, then back up, as he drunkenly pulls his white shirt tshirt up to his rib cage. He then mimics you, licking his finger, rubbing it right above his belt on his hip. He pours a little bit of salt, then hands you a lime and a shot. “Go ahead, princess.”

You smirk, cocking an eyebrow at him before slowly bending your head down to his belt. You slip finger underneath the hem of his pants and tug down slightly, before licking your tongue against his hip slow, as he bites his lip watching. Your head comes back up, to take the shot of tequila. That’s when he grabs your hands and leads you out to the dance floor as a bassy, dirty, EDM song comes on.

Before you can even blink, he’s got his arms wrapped around your hips under the darkened, strobe lit, and black light paint room, as you both begin to grind on each other. Your hips touch as he slides his hand down to the cut of your dress. When did this happen? Why is my heart going a million miles a minute? Your soaked hair pulls against your skin as he again brings his hands up from your hips to your waist, watching your lower body move against his. He spins you around, so your back is placed against his chest as you both continue to sway against each other, getting completely lost in one another’s bodies. He holds your hips so they stay connected to his, the bubble of your ass firmly pressed into the crotch of his jeans, which continue to get more strained every second.

He grabs your arm and whispers “I can’t handle it anymore”. You mouth back, “handle what?”

Bad question.

Not even ten minutes later, Jeff pushes you against your hotel room door, your mouths wrestling against each other for dominance as he scrambles to find the door key. You pull on his cotton tshirt, flicking your tongue against his lips as he nearly rips the key card from the pocket of his pants, forcefully shoving it in the slide, almost breaking the door off the hinges as he swings it open, pushing you both into the room.

He pulls his shirt off without any effort, dropping it to the floor before fumbling drunkenly with his belt. You grab his hands and pull them away, before placing your own hand on his green studded belt, pulling him towards the bed. You strip yourself of the dress with your empty hand, letting it fall to the floor as you lead him to the edge of the bed, pushing him down slowly as he sits on the edge.

You climb up behind him on the bed, pressing your breasts against his back, taking your hands and rubbing them down his shoulders, to his chest, and back up before reaching up and taking his hair of the bun it’s in, allowing his hair to fall against his shoulders. He stays quiet, quickly glancing over at you as you climb back down and place yourself on your knees in front of him. You run your hands from his knees to his belt buckle, his bulge fully straining against his pants, the imprint taking you by surprise. That’s gonna be more than a mouthful.

You undo the buckle, then work on the button and zipper, as he pushes up to allow you room to tug his pants down from his waist and off his body. You look back up at him as he begins to palm himself, the pressure from your tease barely controllable. You watch him for a couple seconds, noticing the wetness forming between your legs. You take the band of his briefs and slowly pull them down, exposing the thick, hard cock in front of your eyes.

As he helps you kick them off, you lap your tongue against the tip. Jeff lays his head back as he leans himself on his elbows. You watch him bite his lip as you fully surround the head of his cock inside your mouth, again licking your tongue around it. You hear a soft moan slip from between his lips. You slide your head father down his shaft as your face comes in contact with his lower body, fully engulfing him in your hot, wet mouth. You pull back and begin to do it again as you feel him twitch inside you. He pulls your hair slowly until he’s out of you, standing you up.

“As great as that felt, that’s not how I’m getting off when I’m with you”.

He stands up and pulls your panties down to the floor, his fingers leaving trails of fire as they run back up your body, before slowly laying you down against the bed, your legs still off of the mattress. His evil grin reappears, as he takes your legs in his hands, pushing them to your sides as he takes in the view of your body. It’s almost mesmerizing to him. He aligns the tip of his still hardened cock to your slick, hot entrance, before pushing the tip inside of you. He gives you no time to adjust as he buries himself inside you directly after. The high pitched, shaky moan you let out, instantly receives a growl from him. He begins to slowly pull out a little, before snapping back in hard, keeping your legs pinned to the bed. Your fingers grip the blanket.

He pulls out again, snapping back in harder, your moan getting louder. That’s when he begins thrusting at a bruisingly fast pace, feeling every inch of him fuck you into the mattress. The bed here’s every time he repeatedly buries his cock inside you, his own moans spilling out. His eyes lock with yours as you’re moaning out swear words, you turn your head to the side, clinching your eyes shut as pleasure completely starts taking over your body.

He scratches your thighs hard, “fuck”, he moans out, breathily. Your pussy begins to clinch around him, keeping yourself from exploding, Jeff puts a hand on the bed to keep himself from collapsing from it, continuing the bruising pace on you. The sweat soaks his hair, as he grinds his cock in you, your expletives getting louder against the blanket as your orgasm begins to take control of you. He knows what’s coming, and it’s you.

His devil grin forms against his lips as his thumb presses against your clit, tempting you to explode.

“You want to so bad, don’t you”, his words like fire from a dragons mouth, only pushing you closer, “my little (Y/N) wants to come, huh”?

Your head nods fast, biting your lip.

“Just how long have you wanted me to do this to you?”

Your head turns to him as your lust filled eyes sends him directly over the edge into his own orgasm.

Mmmmfuck, (Y/N)”, he slowly rubs your clit in circles, allowing the coil to burst inside you, pulsing against his cock, before he agonizingly slowly pulls himself out of you, catching his breath. With the little bit of energy he has left, he picks you up bridal style and lays you under the blankets, wrapping your sweat soaked body against his own, placing fiery hot kisses along your shoulder and neck before you both drift off to sleep.

The next morning you wake up, and Jeff is already awake. He’s kept you close to him as you slept, watching your chest rise and fall as you breathe.

“We need to talk”, he mumbles.

Your heart starts racing with anxiety. Those four words only almost always means bad things are coming.

“Mmh, okay, what’s up”?, you rub your eyes, taking a moment.

“What happened last night…”, he pauses, your blood runs cold, “…I want that to keep happening”.

“…Jeff what?”

“I want that, between us, to keep happening”.

You look up at him, “can I ask a reason why”? His face turns red as he looks away from you. “(Y/N), I love you.”

The breath from your lungs escapes your mouth as you stare up at this messy haired, beautiful man. He looks away again, “I just know last night you were very drunk and I know you’d never have feelings for someone li-“

You instantly cut him off by placing your lips against his.

“Jeff, I love you too. I have since I met you”. Jeffs beautiful green eyes light up like neon signs, gripping you tight in his arms.

“You’re my forever, (Y/N)”.

anonymous asked:

How about a Riverdale one-shot with established Betty/Jughead? Betty got over Archie before summer and started dating Jughead during the summer, and they're still a couple when the show stars. You may have to change the episodes a bit. I hope that's okay with you.

Here you go!!! I only did the first episode because it turned out to be a lot longer than I thought it would be. But I hope you like it!!!


“Juggie!” Betty couldn’t help but yell as soon as she entered Pop’s and spotted her beanie wearing boyfriend. She had loved her internship, but she had missed him like crazy. Jughead’s face lit up when he saw her. He stood up and gave her a huge hug and a quick soft kiss. Betty knew that he wasn’t crazy about PDA. She would make sure that they found some alone time soon to really show each other how much they were missed.

“Betts, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Jughead said once they sat back down. “How was the internship?”

“It was amazing Juggie.” Betty clapped her hands in front of her in excitement. She had called him almost every night, so Jughead knew pretty much all of her stories, but she couldn’t help but gush some more about how incredible her time had been.

“I’m so happy for you.” Jughead said after she had finished talking. He reached across the table and took her hand, lacing their fingers together.

“What about you? How’s your great American novel coming along?” Betty asked, not failing to notice the happy smile that crossed Jughead’s face as he began to talk about his writing.

“It’s going well, although I’m pretty sure most of the town will be displeased at the way they are portrayed.” Jughead said with a small chuckle.

“And how am I portrayed?” Betty asked

“You’re just going to have to wait and find out.”

“Come on Juggie, please?” Betty begged

“Nope, no one can read this until it’s finished, no exceptions. Even for my beautiful girlfriend. But I will say that you are probably the person I had the most difficulty remaining objective about.”

“Aw” Betty smiled. Jughead prided himself in his ability to remain separate and objective about the town while writing. So the fact that he was admitting that it was hard to remain objective about her was one of the sweetest things that he could say.

“Hello” the two looked up as a girl approached them.

“Hi” Betty glanced in shock at the beautiful, dark-haired girl. She glanced at Jughead, unable to keep her insecurities from rearing their ugly head. Jughead was looking at the girl with slight curiosity, but nothing more. Betty mentally kicked herself for doubting him.

“I’m Veronica Lodge, I just moved here.” Veronica offered her hand to shake. Betty let go of Jughead’s hand and took the new girl’s.

“I’m Betty Cooper,” Betty replied, glancing over at Jughead who had started typing furiously. “And this is Jughead.”

“Jughead?” Veronica asked with a laugh

“Jughead Jones, the third.” Jughead added, giving Veronica a small smile before returning to his writing. Betty saw Veronica mouth his name and sent her a knowing look.

“What are you writing Jughead Jones the third?” Veronica asked

“I’m writing about you” Was Jughead’s simple reply

“Uh, he’s writing a novel about this town and some drama that happened over the summer.” Betty hurried to add, realizing how odd it sounded.

“Oh” Veronica looked like she was going to say more, but Pop came out at that moment with her order.

“Do you want to join us?” Betty asked

“Oh no, I should get this food back to my mom. But I’ll see you tomorrow in school right? It’ll be good to have some familiar faces.”

“Absolutely, I’m the one giving you your tour tomorrow.” Betty responded with a laugh.

“Perfect” Veronica gave them both a bright smile and then headed out of the door.


“Archie, that’s amazing” Betty said when Archie played them his song.

“Yeah, I thought we’d have to pretend to like it, but it was actually really good.” Kevin added in the way that only he could

“That was you?” Veronica asked as she joined them. Betty had introduced her to Kevin and Archie in the hall during the tour. She hadn’t missed the way that Veronica and Archie had looked at each other.

“Yes” Archie responded, blushing slightly

“Well, color me impressed.” Veronica said before turning to Betty. “So, where is that brooding boyfriend of yours?”

“Um…” Betty hesitated, sending a look at Archie who refused to meet her eyes. She still didn’t know exactly what had happened, but she did know that things were incredibly tense between Jughead and Archie at the moment. “He’s probably off writing somewhere” Betty answered vaguely, knowing that Veronica wasn’t fooled for a second.

“Uh huh…”

“Alright…well I have to go talk to Ms. Grundy about music classes.” Archie said and quickly picked up his things and bolted.

“What was that about?” Veronica asked when he was out of earshot

“Jughead and Archie are best friends, they have been for years. But over the summer they were supposed to go on a roadtrip, but Archie cancelled and didn’t give Jughead a reason…and then he apparently avoided Juggie for the rest of the summer. I was away at and internship so I’m still trying to figure out what happened.” Betty said with an unhappy sigh

“We’ll figure it out Betty” Kevin assured her. Betty gave him a small smile just as Jughead slid onto the bench next to her.

“Hi” he gave her a small peck on the cheek and then helped himself to half of her sandwich.


“I didn’t know all of that” Jughead stopped walking. Betty stopped beside him and looked at him curiously.

“All of what Juggie?”

“That you tried out for cheerleading and that Cheryl called you fat.” Jughead could barely contain his anger.

“It wasn’t really a big deal” Betty looked at her feet.

“Yes it is,” Jughead cupped her face in his hands. Betty looked up and met his eyes. Jughead felt a sudden want to punch Cheryl in the face for putting that sad look in Betty’s eyes. “Betty Cooper, you are a knockout, and anyone who doesn’t see that is an absolute moron.” Jughead said firmly, relaxing when she laughed.

“Thanks Juggie”

“Unfortunately, this means that I am going to have to break up with you”

“What?”

“Yeah, I have a very delicate reputation to protect and if I am known to be dating a cheerleading, it will until my who mysterious aura.” Jughead stepped back, keeping a straight face.

“Juggie!” Betty yelled with a laugh and snatched his hands before he could take another step.

“I’m serious Betty, this is the end of us.”

“I can’t stand you” Betty laughed again, but tugged his hands so they were standing close together once again. Jughead wrapped his arms around her and joined in her laughter.

“No you don’t.” He said and planted a kiss on her lips.


“So Archie doesn’t have a girl or anything does he?”

“Nope” Betty said as she and Veronica walked along the track in their new cheerleading uniforms

“I’m thinking of asking him to the dance.”
“Oh Ronnie, you should. That would be perfect.” Betty gushed. She caught sight of their redheaded friend and nudged Veronica.

“Hey Archie!” Veronica shouted and Archie jogged over to them.

“Hey you two, nice outfits.”
“Thanks Archiekins. Will you go to the dance with me?”

“Uhh…I don’t know Ronnie, I’m not really in the headspace for a dance.” Archie looked to Betty for help, but she simply gave him a smile and a shrug. She hadn’t know Veronica for long, but she did know there was no arguing with her.

“Come on, you won’t let the new girl go unescorted will you?” Veronica pushed

“Of course not.” Archie said with a sigh.

“Perfect. You and Jughead can pick Betty and I up at my place.”
“Oh…” Archie hesitated

“Veronica I’m not going with Jughead” Betty hurried to say.

“What? Why not?”

“Um, dances aren’t really his thing. I was just going to go with Kevin.”

“Okay, well in that case I’ll be there” Archie said and jogged away. Betty glared over her shoulder at him, annoyed that he didn’t seem willing to try to mend things with Jughead.

“No, this is not happening.” Veronica said

“What isn’t?”

“This…all of this drama. I swore it all off when I left New York City. We are going to get Archie and Jughead talking and then we are going to get Jughead to come to the dance with you.”

“Veronica that’s not necessary.”

“Oh but Betty dear it is, I just want to have a group of friends without all of the in fighting that there was in my previous groups.”

“Okay, I’m all for mending things between Arch and Juggie, but I’m really okay with Jughead not going to the dance. I like him just the way he is, and he’s not really the dance type guy.”

“Well, we’ll focus on Archie and Jughead for now…” Veronica said pulling Betty along


And that was how, later that night, Archie and Jughead ended up locked inside of Betty’s room. Veronica and Betty shut the door, telling them to deal with their issues and then headed downstairs for a cup of tea.

“Do you think this will work?” Betty asked with a grimace as she heard the boys begin to shout. She hated to see the two of them fight. Both of them meant so much to her and they had all been friends for so long.

“Kevin said that they were best friends right?”

“Yeah, since I can remember”

“Then they’ll figure it out.”

“How are you so sure?” Betty said, gesturing upstairs where the yelling continued.

“Because best friends fight, but if they’ve been friends for that long than they are obviously close and one silly fight isn’t going to undo years of friendship.”

“I wish I knew what it was all about” Betty said

“When they are ready, they’ll tell you.” Veronica said “So, while they are distracted, how about we plot our next scheme”

“Veronica if you are talking about getting Jughead to the dance-”

“Yes that is exactly what I’m talking about” Veronica interrupted her. “If you can look me in the eye and tell me that you don’t want to go to the dance with Jughead then i will back down.”

“I…” Betty tried, but she couldn’t honestly tell Veronica that.

“That’s what I thought. And have you told Jughead how you feel?”

“No, I don’t want him to feel like I’m pressuring him into anything.”

“B, that boy is crazy about you. Anyone can tell that. He only has eyes for you and I have no doubt that he will do anything for you.”

“Exactly, I know if I ask him then he will feel like he has to go. I was sort of hoping that he would ask me on his own. But if he doesn’t want to go, that’s okay with me.” Betty shrugged. She would love to go to a dance with Juggie. To both get dressed up and slow dance together, but she really didn’t mind going with Kevin. She knew exactly who Jughead was, and she didn’t expect him to change.

“Okay Betty” Veronica dropped it with a disapproving look.

“Hey, do you hear that?” Betty asked, noticing that the yelling upstairs had stopped.

“Let’s go see if these idiots have figured it out yet” Veronica linked her arm in Betty’s as they headed up the stairs. They leaned their ears against the door but couldn’t hear anything inside. Betty took out the key and unlocked the door. Jughead and Archie were both lounging on her bed, looking just like they had a hundred times.

“Oh thank god” Betty said, jumping on the bed and hugging both of them. They laughed and hugged her back. “I hated seeing you two fight” Betty said pulling away.

“We did too” Archie admitted

“So you guys have everything figured out?” Veronica asked. Jughead and Archie exchanged a look.

“It’s a start” Jughead said finally.

“Good enough for me” Betty said, wrapping her arms around Jughead and kissing him on the cheek.

“Well this calls for a celebration. How about I go pick up some takeout from Pop’s and we can watch a movie or something?” Veronica offered.

“Oooh food” Jughead nodded appreciatively.

“Good, I’m glad you like the idea, because considering half of the food will be yours, you are coming with me to help me carry it buster.” Veronica said to Jughead

“Oh no, I’ll go with you Veronica” Betty said, standing up in alarm.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll go” Jughead stood up and started walking out the door.

“No really, I’ll go. You two should keep talking.” Betty pleaded. Jughead stopped and looked between Veronica and Betty. But Veronica slipped her arm in Jughead’s and practically dragged him out of the door.

“We’ll be back soon” She threw over her shoulder. Betty gave a sigh and sat back on the bed. She knew exactly why Veronica wanted Jughead to be the one to go with her.


“So why didn’t Betty want me to come with you?” Jughead asked almost immediately after they left the Coopers.

“Wow, you don’t beat around the bush, do you?” Veronica said with a laugh.

“No, so why?”

“Because she is an amazing and incredibly selfless person.” Veronica answered with a sigh.

“What?” Jughead had no idea where this conversation was leading

“Jug, Betty wants to go to the dance with you, but doesn’t want to tell you that because she knows you hate dances and she doesn’t want to force you into anything.”

“What?” Jughead said again, his mind spinning. “But I asked her about and she said she was going with Kevin. She didn’t seem that interested.”

“That was an act for your benefit. She knew that if she said she wanted to go you would’ve felt obligated to take her.”

“I would’ve taken her if I had know, of course I would. But obligated isn’t the right word.” Jughead shook his head. “Making Betty happy makes me happy. I’d do anything for her, plus she puts other people first always, I feel like it’s my job to make sure she gets put first.” Jughead was upset at himself for not noticing that Betty wanted to go to the dance.

“That’s what I thought. It’s why I told you even though she didn’t want me to. Because I could tell that this is how you would feel.” Veronica stopped walking and looked at Jughead.

“Thanks for telling me Veronica” Jughead said softly. “I can’t believe I didn’t figure it out myself.”

“Don’t beat yourself up, Betty’s a good little actress when she wants to be.”

“You have no idea…” Jughead said

“What do you mean?”

“Betty’s been putting on a brave face since she was little, I think it’s almost more of a habit now then a conscious decision.” Jughead thought about all of the times Betty showed up to school with a smile on her face, only to tell them later that something awful was going on at her home.

“Let’s make a pact, Jughead Jones the Third.” Veronica said, looking at him seriously.

“A pact about what?”

“A pact that we will make sure that Betty starts putting herself first and make sure that she shares her feelings instead of burying them inside.”

“Deal” Jughead said, sticking out his hand. Veronica took it and shook it firmly with a nod of her head.

“Good.” They dropped hands continued their way to Pop’s

“You know you are already helping her.” Jughead said after a few moments. “Her mom hates that she is cheerleading, but she is standing her ground, I think partly because of your influence.”

“Good for her” Veronica said with a happy smile.

“Veronica?” Jughead said hesitantly

“Yes?”

“How do I ask Betty to the dance?” Jughead felt slightly embarrassed, he had never asked a girl to a dance. He had no idea how to go about doing it and didn’t want to mess it up. Betty was too important.

“Oh have you come to the right place little Jug.” Veronica said with a laugh.


“Betty?” Jughead asked softly later that night. The movie had ended and Veronica and Archie had made their exits. Jughead and Betty had remained cuddled on the couch in comfortable silence for a while after.

“Hmm?” She murmured, sinking further into his arms.

“I always thought that one thing we were really good at was being honest with each other, even when it was hard.” Betty shifted, sitting up so that she could look at him.

“Is this about what Veronica told you?” Betty guessed. Jughead moved so he was also sitting up and looked at her intently.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you wanted to go to the dance?”

“Because I didn’t want to force you into doing something that you didn’t wanted to do.”

But you didn’t even give me a chance Betts” Jughead pointed out

“Because if I told you that I wanted to go then you would feel like you had to take me. So I figured that if you really wanted to go then you would ask me.”

“I tried, but you said you were going with Kevin”
“That was you asking?” Betty asked with a raised eyebrow

“That was me trying to see if you wanted to go…” Jughead leaned forward and took her hands. “Look Betts, I really don’t care what we are doing, as long as we are together.  You telling me that you want to do something is not forcing me into anything. Seeing you smile and making you happy is what gives me happiness. And if my amazing girlfriend wants to go to a dance, then I’m going to take her to that dance.”

“You really want to get dressed up and listen to loud pop music and be surrounded by sweaty teenagers all night long?”

“No, I want to see you in a pretty dress and I want to hold you close as we dance and I want to see the jealous looks of every other guy in the room because they aren’t the ones with you.”

“You really want to go to the dance?” Betty reached up and brushed her hand along his cheek, her eyes filled with hope.

“I really want to go to the dance.” Jughead said, leaning down to kiss her softly. “Betty Cooper, will you go to the dance with me?” He whispered against her lips. He felt her smile and his stomach did a little flip.

“I would love to Juggie.” She said and pressed her lips back against his.


“Jughead relax, you look great” Archie said, grinning at him. Jughead’s hands dropped from where they had been straightening his bowtie.

“I feel ridiculous.” He said, tucking his shirt in for the tenth time.

“Jug, stop.” Archie said and knocked on Veronica’s apartment door.  Veronica swung the door open almost immediately. She was in a dark strapless dress.
“Hey boys”

“Wow…” Archie’s jaw was practically on the ground. “Ronnie you look amazing.”

“Thanks Archiekins, you are looking pretty dapper yourself. You two Jughead.” Veronica said giving him a wink. She stepped aside so that Jughead could look past her and see Betty. Jughead felt his heart skip a beat. She was wearing a gorgeous pink dress and her hair was down instead of up in its usual tight ponytail. Betty came up next to Veronica and looked Jughead up and down.

“God, my girlfriend is beautiful” Jughead said, causing the group to chuckle and Betty to blush. She came up to him and kissed him on the cheek.

“And my boyfriend is handsome.”

“Alright, you guys are making me sick with all of this sweetness. Let’s go” Veronica took Archie’s hand and pulled him away. Jughead laughed and offered Betty his arm. She hooked her in his and they headed off to the dance.


Jughead held Betty close as they swayed to the music. His fingers brushed her side where there was a piece of her dress cut away. His thumb ran along her bare skin. Betty sighed and leaned her head against his chest.

“Thanks for taking me Juggie” She mumbled against him.

Birthday Wishes

A/N: I wrote this purely for self gratification since it’s my birthday today.  I can admit that.  As usual, questions, comments, and constructive criticisms are welcome!

Summary: It’s your birthday and Steve is definitely up to something.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warning: Language

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Everything Backwards (Chapter 6/12)

Summary: When you make-out with a ‘James’ on a night out, you don’t expect to see him again, so imagine your surprise the next day when it turns out he’ll be your new sort-off-flat-mate. As Nanny for Peggy & Steve’s three children, you’ve lucked out, but now the guy across the corridor is threatening to ruin it. 

This is the story of how it all works out.

Chapter 6 summary: Bucky goes to his meeting, and meets Sam! Followed by cuteness in the park.

A/n: Crisps = ‘chips’/'potato chips’, for American-English readers ;)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader (gender neutral) Slow Burn.

Word count: 1918

Warnings: A couple of swear words, nervous Bucky :( not much else.

Previous: Chapter 5

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Compared to some of the children you have nannied, these are absolute angels. Minor tantrums are quickly resolved, there has only been a couple of times food has been refused at dinner and the way toys are put away after playtime is remarkable. Basically, you’ve struck gold with this family. 

So when they’re all dressed, coats and shoes done up, waiting by the front door ready to take Bucky to his meeting, and you have to go searching for him in order to leave, it all feels the wrong way round. Calling out his name into the quiet house, you get no reply. Looking at your watch you notice that if you don’t leave soon you’ll be late so when you find him thirty seconds later you’re relieved. 

He’s sat on his bed, fully dressed, and you cringe at his shoes on the duvet, but the look on his face stops you from commenting.

“Are you, er, ready?”

His breathing is slightly laboured and he half shrugs, licking his lips and letting his head fall back against the pillows.

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Unwanted Attention

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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word count: 1,024

Summary: The rest of the boys tag along on your date with Jungkook and attract too much unwanted attention. 

Even though you had been on dates with Jungkook before, you always got anxious before each one. He wasn’t intimidating or a lot to handle, he was actually the opposite. He was cute and a little awkward and shy. You’d been dating for about a year now and whenever he had a few days off he would fly from across the world to come and be with you. It was charming.

As you outside the library in your home town for him, you tapped your foot and scrolled through every social media your phone held. Every few seconds you’d look up for the brunette with the smile of the sun, but his lazy ass was probably still at his hotel in reality. A few minutes later, you spotted him in the busy streets of the city… with the rest of the band. You stood up to greet him at the door with your arms crossed across your chest and the fakest smile you held.

You didn’t hate the rest of the band, you loved them actually. You had group chats and texted and even hung out whenever you could. If they were on tour and you happened to be there, you’d always be down to do whatever or go with whoever to vocal recordings, dance practice, training, working out, or the occasional selfie picker for the twitter.

Being in public with the seven of them was a bit of a chore. Despite the dumb stuff they always did, (Which was never truly the issue. It was funny.) the band was getting bigger and when they were together they got recognized more often. Especially being without security, you could feel your anxiety spiking.

He quickly jogged up to you and held you, whispering, “Well, uh- you see-” he began to explain, rubbing the back of his head. They’re kind of like a puppy. They just follow me everywhere.” Jungkook laughed, pulling away from you as they stepped up.

“Hey guys!” you waved. They all took turns giving you little hugs and saying how you should really text them more and not your ‘loving’ boyfriend as much. Saying that he complains when you take him away from Overwatch and of course you knew it was all jokes. Well, sorta. He gets pretty serious about that.

“Are you hungry? You must be hungry. I’m hungry.” Jungkook nervously rambled, extending his arm around your lower back and walking with you as close as you could be.

You just giggled and followed his lead. Somewhere along the walk you had decided that you’d simply ignore the other boys and focus on the boyfriend you hadn’t seen in almost two months. 

“I’m telling you, Y/N, I’m the best Mcree player in North America!” he boasted.

“You’re not even from here.”

“Yeah, but back in Korea I’m not the best yet, but here I’m the best!”

 A hand flew up from behind and whacked him in the back of the head and you turned to see Hoseok snickering with Namjoon about the dumb stuff your boyfriend was saying. The boys were respecting you two being a little off to yourselves, but there were times when something dumb was said and they couldn’t let that go unnoticed. 

“How far is this place? I didn’t sign up to go hiking on my day off…” Yoongi complained, obviously wishing he had stayed back instead. 

“I’m not too sure.” Namjoon responded.

You all stopped. “What do you mean, Joonie?” Jimin said with a false positive tone. “You got us lost? …again?” Their fearless leader chuckled and the guys all took turns hitting him and sighing. A lot.

“Oh shit.” Jin spat and you turned to face him. Then you looked where his eyes were set and you saw them. The paparazzi. It was almost rare for them to find the Bangtan Boys in public, but I guess wondering around the city for 2 hours seemed to set off some alarms.

Jungkook pulled off his jacket and threw it over you, pulling you right under his arm. He didn’t want you to get caught up in this or get seperated. “How far are we from the hotel?” he rapidly spoke, wanting to get you out of here. He knew the way you reacted to these kind of situations. You shut down and you could feel it slowly happening. Yeah, the big crowds came along with being out in public with a star, but it was so hard to get used to,

“I- I’m not sure!” Tae yelled, trying to make sure everyone could hear him over the chatter. He was closer to you now, as they all were. At this point you’d unintentionally closed your eyes and the boys being all smooshed together around you directed your feet now.

“It’ll about be okay, Y/N.” Jungkook whispered right next to your ear and you just tightened your grip on his white tee, burying your face into it.

Behind you, you heard Namjoon on the phone with what you guessed was security, reading off all the signs around you. “You see us?” he spoke, “Yeah, we’re in the middle of that.” In almost a comedic fashion, a black van pulled up on the street and came to a halt with a screeching noise. 

“They only brought one van…?” Yoongi whined, everyone knew he liked his space in the car. “Eh, whatever. Let’s just fucking get in it.”

You weren’t quite sure how their security was going to get through all of the fans and photographers surrounding you, but when Jungkook lifted you and handed you over to the security, you were relived. Security made a path for the boys, but Jungkook knew you too well. The sooner he could get you out of the tight space, the better.

You waited outside the van for a matter for seconds until your boyfriend was beside you. He jumped in and pulled you with him, positioning you on his lap and wrapping his arms you. With a long sigh, you slouched onto him. “Kookie…” you whispered as the other boys dove into the van, “I love you.”

He chuckled, “I know.”

House of Cards (Pt. 1)

Summary: Being a new transfer cop from a small town to a crime ridden city, you never expected your job to be easy. You are assigned as the partner of a man named Kim Taehyung, who is young, handsome, and a little bit too curious for his own good. Before you know it, what started out as a simple homicide investigation turns into a full blown war against the local syndicates. You learn the hard way that life isn’t always in black and white, and soon find your morals and beliefs tumbling like a house of cards. All because of one man with a simple name: Jeon Jungkook.

Mafia!JungkookxReaderxDetective!Taehyung

Angst/Drama/Some Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

Part [1] [2] [3]

A/N: This series is a prequel to my other mafia!au series, Cosa Nostra. You do not need to read one before you read another, both are their separate cohesive stories, taking place roughly two to three years apart.

Everyone had told you that you were crazy for becoming a cop, deeming it an “unpleasant job for such a young girl” and that you should consider a different occupation. Your family all practically flipped their shits when you told them that you were being transferred into the big city, where crime was significantly more prominent than in your small hometown. You had ignored their cries and pleas to stay, as you were determine to make the jump in your career from a small town cop with a sharp wit to an assistant investigator for a more prominent city. It wasn’t for lack of excitement that you decided to move to the city. You loved helping people and making a difference, which was something you could only get a taste of in your small town. So you moved to a crime ridden city in hopes of fulfilling your internal desire to make a difference.

Yet for all of your eagerness, nothing could have prepared you for how overwhelming the city’s police station was. You stood gaping as you watched the chaotic work of everyone in the station; you hadn’t even officially started your first day on the job and already you could feel the crushing weight of responsibility on your shoulders.

You shook your head to cast off your nervous thoughts as you scanned the station to find the police chief’s office. Once you found the sign on a door on the far side of the station, you made your way over to the office door and knocked before walking in.

The man sitting down at the desk looked up at you, “Um, hello, how may I help you, Miss?”

“H-Hi, uh, I’m the new transfer?” You began nervously, “I was told that I was supposed to come to the police chief’s office to get assigned to my position…Is this a bad time?”

“Ah, I see,” The man stood up and walked over to you, holding out his hand for you to shake, “You must be (Y/F/N). I’m Chief Kim Jinseok, but you can just call me Matthew for simplicity’s sake, everyone else does.” The police chief flashed you a kind smile, but you couldn’t help but feel intimidated by the man. He was your new boss, so you felt pressured to make a lasting impression, something you felt like you weren’t doing very well.

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Authors note: This was inspired by something my friend and her boyfriend do. She made a list of places she’d like to go and every now and again he surprises her and takes her when they can afford it. 

It’s another one of those nights where the news predicted another round of snow to fall overnight; where you stay bundled up in your apartment, a cup of hot chocolate beside you whilst you assemble yourself at your desk, tapping your pen to echo against the wood. 

Shawn had been on his tour for a month since his last visit, most the time it’s as if he never left, mainly because the two of you are constantly texting or calling each other in the spare time you both receive. 

Tonight, tonight you’re missing him a little extra. You’re not too fond on the snow storms that hit, the last time there was a snow storm you and Shawn stayed cuddled up in bed with blankets while laughing at his ridiculous choice of jokes, not to mention his terrible choice of clothing. He assured you that he was unquestionably colour coded with his Red sweatpants, green socks, and orange pull over. His theory was that the clothes were warm and comfy.

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Stuck - The Quiett

Originally posted by parkjaewbom

Requested by anonymous:  Hi!Can I request an angsty the Quiett scenario? Where the reader has a crush on the Quiett but the Quiett only sees her as “one of the guys”. The Quiett’s feelings change for her after she dresses all sexy but she gets attention from other guys *cou-hashswan-gh*… cheers ♡♡

Genre: Angst  

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“I love you, you know that,” he pats my head, “I trust you with my life, you’re part of my family, my crew, things wouldn’t be the same without you.” I wish for the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

‚You deserve someone better’ is the only sentence I hate more than spiders and snakes. Hearing it from him has always been a painful reminder that I’ll never be the one he looks down at with love and content in his eyes, that I’m lacking something that could make him fall in love with me. But I am stuck. Stuck where I am only seen by him as a sister. A family member. I am stuck in this platonic sister-and-brother relationship with him.

„You’re like my little sister,” he smiles down at me, „that’s why I know that you deserve better. Better than me… better than us,” and leaves me standing in front of the restaurant we’re supposed to have lunch at with the rest of the group.

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