Everyone finds out they’re fucking, specifically, the Monday after prom, when half the senior class is still trying to wash glitter out of their hair and hide their Plan B receipts from their parents. Yearbooks are being passed around, skinny black Sharpies bleeding ink and ex’s and oh’s and the kind of burning, overwrought nostalgia Draco already wishes he had an eraser for.
It’s just a rumor until it isn’t.
It’s just a rumor until the iPad camera shutter snap echoes and echoes and echoes around the cavernous interior of the empty auditorium—and, oh, Draco will have to remember to laugh at that, later; getting caught, finally, on an actual fucking stage—when he doesn’t have her dressed pushed up and his boxers pushed down and the taste of her tart and sweet and wet on the tip of his tongue—
Everyone finds out.
That isn’t the real secret, though.
It wouldn’t be a big deal, if it was anyone else.
It wouldn’t be a big deal, if it wasn’t Hermione fucking Granger.
“What do you mean, that wasn’t the first time?” Potter’s voice cracks, slightly, on the last two words.
Hermione wore a Yale sweatshirt to school the day she got her acceptance letter.
Navy blue and bright, bright white. Crewneck. Her jeans were tucked unevenly into the tops of her boots, and all Draco could think about was how much better she’d look in Dartmouth green. In Princeton orange.
In nothing at all.
“After the shit he’s said?” Potter demands, sounding angry in a way that almost—almost—surprises Draco. Almost might as well be the story of his fucking life. “To you? About you? After the shit he’s done?”
Hermione’s mouth snaps shut with an audible click. “Yes,” she says simply, before reaching for Draco’s hand.
Draco had gotten better, over the years, at pretending.
It was a learned behavior. A conditional response to a childhood spent digesting the morals of Disney movies and anti-bullying campaigns and half-hearted reprimands to be nice. To be better. Smiles could be faked. Compliments could be forced.
Letters of recommendation, however—character references, long-winded tributes to his sportsmanship and his discipline and his superior time management skills—those couldn’t be.
“I’m in love with him,” Hermione says, and it’s a little bit surreal how deeply Draco understands her honesty. “People can surprise you, Harry, even when you don’t expect them to.” She hesitates, curling her fingers into Draco’s palm. “Especially when you don’t expect them to.”
“Looks like we’ll be at school together next year,” Draco remarked the Friday before spring break.
Hermione’s lips parted. Pink and full and bare. “You—Malfoys go to Harvard.”
He shrugged. Her sheets were itchy against his shoulder blades, patchwork red and gold flannel warm with residual body heat. “You’re the only thing I don’t want to leave behind,” he said.
why did i spend time on this a word cloud of every key word the twelfth doctor has said - from ‘the time of the doctor’ to ‘the return of doctor mysterio’ (including class because how could i not). long story short, his catchphrase is clara (the larger the word the more it was said)
the more i think about the bs finale the more i realize the tragedies underlying the happy endings, so as of today i’ve decided to be dumb and blind. im taking the easy way out lads. subtext does not exist. all is well (ﾉ◕‿◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
Swearing, mention of rape, mention of domestic violence. Justin being so
miserable should be a warning too (my little nugget). Spoilers, so if you
haven’t seen episode 11 yet and don’t want to be spoiled, don’t read it! Also,
my terrible writing skills.
Word count: 3798.
To anyone who reads this, thank you and sorry. This is the first (and probably
last) time I post one of my imagines. Bear with me guys, as English is not my
native language. It’s really long and I’m sorry about that but I got carried away.
I hope you enjoy it still! I SWEAR IT’S A MONTY FIC EVEN THOUGH IT DOESN’T LOOK
LIKE IT AT FIRST!
down at the bottle of beer she was holding, Y/N sighed. She was starting to feel
bored, her only occupation for the last five minutes being to watch the
droplets slowly slide down the cold surface of the bottle. It’s been almost
three hours since she had arrived at Bryce’s. At first, it was fun. She chatted
with her friends, ate some junk food they had ordered and watched a movie with
some of them. But now here she was, sitting on the armrest of the couch next to
her boyfriend who was currently playing some sort of video game with another
boy, while Jessica, Zach and Bryce were playing cards on the table nearby.
Swiftly bringing the beverage to
her lips, she finished her drink and put the now empty green bottle on the
coffee table in front of her before turning to look at her boyfriend –
Montgomery. His eyes were focused on the TV and his brows furrowed as he
quickly pressed random buttons on his controller, doing his best not to let his
Y/N smiled to herself as she watched him,
thinking back to the day he asked her out for the first time, almost six months
ago. She had turned him down at first, because of the reputation he had
regarding girls. But after a few weeks of him making efforts; leaving cute
notes in her locker, walking or driving her home and even showing up at her
doorstep with a bouquet of her favourite flowers, she caved in – finally
accepting to have dinner at Rosie’s with the one and only – Montgomery De la
Cruz. The date went surprisingly well and now here they were, five months
later, still together and incredibly happy.
Y/N’s phone buzzed in her pocket, signalling
that she had an incoming call. Standing up, she excused herself, even though
nobody really paid attention to her since they were all concentrated on their
games. She frowned at the caller ID – Justin,
it read, her best friend. They’ve all been waiting for him to show up for quite
a while now, why would he be calling her? She closed the glass door behind her as
she stepped out of the house and walked a little further into the garden before
“Hello?” She asked, glancing back to the pool
house and the jocks who were playing table foot close-by.
“Y/N, thank God. You have to go to Bryce’s,
Jess is there and you’re the one who lives the closest to him, and-” Justin
rambled, worry filling his voice which made Y/N frown again.
“Jus,” She cut him off “I’m already there. We
all are, actually. We’re waiting for you.” She explained and waited for him to
say something but as seconds passed, he stayed silent. She could still hear him
breathing thought, so she knew he hadn’t hung up on her. “Justin?”
“Fuck. Yeah okay, we’ll be there in ten.” He
said and ended the call, leaving Y/N standing in the middle of Bryce’s garden
confused as ever.
Putting her phone back in her pocket, she made
her way back to her friends. Monty looked up at her as she sat next to him,
taking her hand in his and bringing it up to his lips. He left a quick kiss on
the top of her hand and watched fondly as a small smile formed on her beautiful
face. They might have been dating for only five months but he was deeply and
madly in love with that girl. She has changed him so much, for the best of
course. He couldn’t help but smile back at Y/N as she slid down the armrest
right into his side, wrapping her arms around him.
“Monty, come on! We’re gonna get killed again!” Matt,
with whom Monty has been playing the whole evening, whined, elbowing him in the
ribs to get his attention. Montgomery groaned in annoyance, pressing his lips
to Y/N’s temple before going back to the game as she went back to being bored.
Only a few minutes passed before the door to
the pool house opened again. Y/N turned around, a big smile plastered to her
face as she knew that her best friend has finally arrived. She was beyond happy
to spend some time with him, as they haven’t seen each other much these last
couple of days. But her smile was replaced by a frown as soon as she saw him.
Justin was clearly angry, his eyes cold, his lips pressed in a thin line. Alex
was right behind him, walking slowly, his head hanging low. Bryce turned around
as well as he heard the boys enter, a big smile made its way to his face.
“Justin! Alex! About fucking time you guys.
These cards are getting stale. Come on, sit down.” He said, inviting both boys
to join in the game.
“Actually,” Justin started, glaring at Jess who
kept on avoiding making eye contact with her boyfriend. “Jess and I had this
“Pff, no we don’t.” Jessica scoffed, shuffling
the cards for another round.
Y/N shifted uncomfortably on the couch,
watching the encounter between her best friend and his girlfriend. She hadn’t
even noticed that Monty had paused the game until he grabbed her hand with his,
squeezing it comfortingly. The girl’s eyes briefly met with her boyfriend’s
before she turned her attention back to the other couple, who was full on
fighting by now. Worry filled her eyes and her heart broke a little at how wretched
her best friend looked. He had bags under his eyes, his cheeks were slightly
red. Y/N has known Justin for almost her whole life. Ever since they were
little, they were inseparable and always had each other’s backs. They’re both
very protective of each other, and know everything about each other. Y/N is one
of the rare people who has seen Justin cry, she’s one of the rare people who’s
always willing to help him when things go down at his house, with his mother or
her boyfriends. And he helped her multiple times as well. He helped her when
she was lonely, when her parents would leave for weeks because of work, when
they would argue; he helped her with bad break-ups, with everything. The Justin
she knew was so much different than the Justin everybody saw. So seeing him so miserable
always hurt her as well.
Somehow Justin ended up sitting facing Jess,
his eyes not leaving her as she continued paying no mind to him. Zach awkwardly
coughed before explaining the rules of the game to the boy.
“Don’t worry, I got you stakes.” Bryce said to
Justin once Zach finished talking. “Your girlfriend has been playing with my
money all night anyway.” He smirked as he passed some cash to the basketball
“Alex, sit down!” Jessica finally piped in,
ignoring her boyfriend’s glances once again.
Y/N couldn’t help but wonder why Jessica was
acting so strangely tonight. Her eyes shifted from Alex to Jess, and then back
to Justin. Her eyes caught Justin’s tired blue ones for a second and she gave
him a weak smile, as to tell him that ‘everything is going to be okay’. But he brushed
her off, his jaw clenching as he turned back to Jess who was now dragging Alex
to the table. Y/N sighed, usually Justin would smile back, sometimes even nod
at her as to say ‘thank you’.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Monty
whispered into Y/N’s ear, his lips only an inch away from her ear as he did not
want anyone else to hear him. He knew his girlfriend hated fights, and that she
hated seeing her best friend like this. Y/N turned to her boyfriend smiling
slightly, grateful that he was trying to get them out of that uncomfortable
situation. Her lips parted as she was going to give him an answer, but she was quickly
interrupted by Justin.
“Jess, what the fuck?” The boy raised his
voice, glaring at Jessica who was now comfortably sitting on Bryce’s lap, a
wicked smile plastered to her face. Eventually Jess faced her boyfriend, who
was barely containing his anger by now.
“Your deal.” She spat coldly at him as she gave
him some cards.
“I don’t wanna play fucking cards right now.”
Justin growled, pushing himself closer to her over the table.
“I said, your deal!” The brunette yelled and
threw a few cards in his face, causing him to jump back a little in surprise.
“Shit.” Monty said, grabbing Y/N’s hand again
and tugging at it as he stood up, ready to leave before the argument turned into
something worse. But he barely had time to pull her to him before Justin stood
up as well and started walking towards the exit, expecting his girlfriend to
follow him. But as she didn’t, he took a step back and gripped her arm, yanking
her away from Bryce. Y/N gasped as she watched her best friend violently
pulling his girlfriend out of the pool house.
“Let’s go.” Monty said looking at his girl with
soft eyes, ready to take her as far as possible from the argument. He
intertwined his fingers with Y/N’s and let her out of the little building. But
once outside, things got even worse, much to Y/N’s dismay.
“Don’t touch me like that. Don’t you ever touch
me like that.” Jessica screamed as she broke free from Justin’s grip. She
pushed him away, making him stumble back a few feet, her eyes full of rage.
“Buddy, calm down.” Bryce said calmly, taking a
step towards the couple in an attempt to lighten the tension.
“Stay the fuck away from her!” Justin yelled,
approaching his former best friend, anger radiating from his tall frame.
“What is your problem, Justin?” Jessica questioned,
clearly irritated by now. She looked from Bryce to her boyfriend, her bottom
Surprise was written over everybody’s faces,
except Y/N’s. She was more concerned than surprised to be honest, as she knew
that the couple was going through a rough path. She didn’t know that it was
that bad, though. Y/N averted her eyes from the couple and focused on the dirty
“Why the fuck are you here with Bryce?” The
fight went on as Justin cried out, tears welling in the corners of his eyes.
Y/N didn’t want to witness the fight anymore,
she had had enough. Deciding that it was better to leave, she pulled her
boyfriend away from the small group. But she stopped in her tracks as Zach
“Guys, this does not need to happen.” He said
calmly, looking between the three people concerned – Jessica, Justin and Bryce.
“Maybe it does.” Alex said as he took a step
forward, bringing all the attention to him. Y/N was over confused now. She did
not understand a single thing, and frankly, she did not want to.
“Tell me why you care.” Jessica pleaded softly.
Blocking everything and everyone from her mind,
Y/N let go of Monty’s hand, slowly making her way away from the group and out
of this whole drama. She couldn’t take the screaming, the pain, anymore. It
reminded her of home way too much. She took only a couple of steps before
Justin’s voice caused her to freeze in the spot, and what he yelled out made
her breath hitch and the blood in her veins run cold.
“Because he fucking raped you!” Silence filled
the air after Justin’s outburst.
Y/N’s heart pounded in her ribcage, her breaths
short as she turned around only to see Jess let out a loud sob and Justin
charge at Bryce. She watched with tears in her eyes as Zach held Justin back and
her boyfriend held Bryce away from the other boy.
He raped her. He fucking raped her. Y/N’s eyes landed on Bryce and for a mere few seconds
his eyes caught hers. There was no emotion in them whatsoever. No guilt, no
regret, nothing. His stare was cold
and caused shivers to run down her spine. The girl looked away as she felt sick
to the stomach. Only thinking about it made her ill. Y/N had always known that
Bryce was a heartless bastard who had no respect for anyone, especially women,
and treated everyone like trash, but rape? It was something she wasn’t
expecting, even from him. The sound of Jessica’s palm colliding with Justin’s
cheek brought her back to reality. She looked over at her best friend who was
standing in the middle of the little circle that had formed, with a clear
handprint on his left cheek and tears falling from his eyes as Jess pushed past
him, storming away.
Y/N’s gaze followed her and without really
thinking it through she ran after the girl, stumbling a little over her own
feet as her mind was still somewhere else. Catching up with the brunette, she
softly put her hand on her shoulder to stop her from walking further away.
Jessica flinched away from the girl’s touch, her eyes sending draggers at her
as she continued on her way to her car.
“Jess, hold on.” Y/N said, her throat dry and
voice hoarse. Rolling her eyes, Jessica turned to face the other girl who was
playing with her fingers, obviously uncomfortable with the whole situation.
“What?” She spat, a quick laugh leaving her
lips as she noticed a tear sliding down Y/N’s cheek. “Why are you crying?” She crossed her arms over
her chest, waiting for an answer as she played with her car keys.
“You… You shouldn’t be driving right now, not
in this state of mind.” Y/N croaked out mentioning to the keys with her hand,
not really knowing what to say to the girl. Contrary to popular belief, Y/N did
appreciate the young brunette, she considered her a friend now; and that’s why
she followed her out there in the cold night trying to help her, to comfort
“Oh, for fuck’s sake Y/N. Just leave me alone.”
Turning back on her heel Jessica trotted over to her car. However, the other
girl refused to let her go and ran up to her, swiftly taking the keys from the
shaking girl before she could even open the vehicle, and then taking a step
back in precaution. “What the fuck do you want?” Jessica yelled in her face,
her pupils dilated because of the tears, but also because of the anger she felt
at the moment. “Why don’t you go comfort your ‘oh so great best friend’?”
“Jess, let me at least drive you home.” Y/N
whispered calmly, dodging her question once again. She took a step forward,
expecting the girl to give up and just let her drive her home safely. What she
wasn’t expecting, though, was the harsh slap that she received once she was
close enough. The sound of the keys hitting the asphalt filled the air as Y/N
brought her hand up to her red and already swollen cheek in surprise.
“Leave me alone.” Jessica repeated slowly, her
eyes filled with tears and pain. Y/N watched with wide, glassy eyes and her mouth agape
as Jess picked the keys up. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think, she just stood
frozen and watched as her friend got into the car and drove away into the
When Monty had suggested to spend the evening
with some of their friends at the pool house earlier that day, Y/N was surely
not expecting things to end up like this. It was supposed to be a fun night; a
group of friends hanging out together after a stressful week. A night filled
with laugher, music and alcohol. But things never go as planned, do they?
Minutes passed but Y/N hasn’t moved yet. She
felt quite stupid to feel so hurt by her friend’s actions, as they were totally
justified – she has been raped, for
God’s sake. A slap seems so meaningless compared to what Jessica is going
through but it still pained her, she couldn’t stop herself from feeling this
way. It brought back too many memories.
It reminded her of all the times her mother would push her around when she’d do
something bad. It reminded her of all the times her father would yell at her
until she cried after she brought home a bad grade from school. But most
importantly, it reminded her of all the slaps, punches, pinches she would
receive from both of them once she grew older; and always for such stupid
reasons like being caught kissing a boy, or getting home a bit too late.
Y/N was full on sobbing now, her body shaking
as she sat down on the pavement in front of Bryce’s house. Her hand stroked her
hot cheek softly, careful not to hurt it even more.
“Y/N?” A familiar voice brought the girl back
to reality. Her eyelids fluttered, letting some tears fall all the way down her
cheeks and to the ground. Monty approached the girl slowly, joining her on the
“Mon…” She breathed out, her big Y/E/C eyes
meeting his. The boy’s lips curved into a small smile at the nickname only she
was allowed to use. He used to hate when others called him that, ‘Mon’, but it sounded so nice coming out
of her lips. He brought his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to his
chest, his chin resting at the top of her head. He could feel her whole body
trembling and it made his heart ache. He wished he could just take the pain
“What happened, love?” He asked quietly, his
hand running up and down her arm in a comforting manner. Y/N looked up at him,
her bottom lip quivering. And that’s when in the dim light from the street lamp
he noticed the red print on her left cheek. His heart thumped harder in his
chest, his grip on her tightening as he placed a sweet kiss on her forehead to
calm himself down.
Montgomery wasn’t angry at Jessica. As
maddening as it was, he understood why she had done it. She wanted to be left
alone to cope with things, but Y/N being her lovely self wanted to help her.
Jessica couldn’t know that this action would cause Y/N to breakdown. She wasn’t
aware of what the girl went through when she was younger, and what she’s still
going through at home. But Monty was very well aware of his girlfriend’s
situation. Hell, he almost beat her father up once when he noticed a few
bruises on her ribs during one of their make-out sessions. He couldn’t
comprehend how Y/N’s parents could do this to their own daughter, but he was
glad that she had opened up to him about it. He promised himself that he’d
always protect her from them, and from anyone else who would try to harm her in
Leaving one more kiss at the top of his
girlfriend’s head, Montgomery stood up, reaching out for her with his hand
which she took after a few seconds of hesitation. It was nothing new to him,
she’s always suspicious of everything when she’s in physical or psychological
pain. What mattered was that in the end she’d always fully open up to him and
let him help her.
“Let’s get you out of here, babe.” He said and
waited until she nodded her head to lead her to his jeep.
The drive to her house was a very short one as
Y/N lived only a few blocks away from Bryce. Usually the couple would hang out
and spend nights at Monty’s house, as his parents accepted their relationship
more than Y/N’s, but this time her parents were away for a week and an empty
house was always better.
Getting out of the car Monty quickly ran to the
passenger’s door to help his girlfriend out. He led her to the front door,
opening it with the spare key he had.
Minutes later Y/N was comfortably sitting on
her bed, her legs hidden under the soft duvet while her boyfriend rummaged
through her tidy room, getting DVDs out. A light smile formed on her face as
she watched him. She was so thankful to have him. He was her everything and he
didn’t even know it. He was her reason to get out of bed in the morning, her
reason to go to school, her reason to keep
going. He just meant so much to her.
“I’ll go get the snacks.” Monty said moving
towards the bed and handing Y/N the DVDs he had found. “You pick the movie.” He
smiled affectionately at her.
“Forget the snacks, just come here.” Y/N
pleaded, making grabby hands at him and giving him a big smile. Her eyes weren’t
dull anymore, they were shining again. The smile wasn’t a forced one, it was
genuine. She pouted at him as he still hasn’t moved and just observed her,
making him roll his eyes at her jokingly.
“Move then.” Monty pushed the covers off Y/N’s
legs only to pull them over them again once he laid down next to her.
Forgetting about the DVDs, Y/N laid back next to her boyfriend, clinging to his
side. He chuckled as the girl laid her head on his chest, making her punch him
playfully in the stomach to make him stop moving. Her fingers danced over his
clothed chest as she replayed the events of the day in her head again. A smile
crept onto her face once more as she thought about how sweet and caring her
boyfriend has been; not only today, but ever since they started dating. Monty’s
hand moved up to her face, cupping her cheek softly. He tilted her head back to
make her look at him. His heart filled with joy as he noticed her smile. God,
how he loved her smile.
“You okay?” He whispered, pushing a few lose
strands of hair behind her ear. Y/N leaned up, pressing her lips to his softly
in a sweet kiss.
“I’m okay now.” She mumbled into the kiss,
pulling away right after. Monty’s arm snaked around her waist, bringing the
girl even closer to him as her hand moved to the back of his head, her fingers
playing with his hair. He moved down a bit, so their faces were on the same
level, his forehead pressed to hers. They stared into each other’s eyes for
what felt like hours, but was actually only a few seconds as Monty’s thumb
started stroking Y/N’s cheek lovingly.
“Good.” He murmured before pressing his lips to
hers, but this time in a much more heated kiss filled with love and passion.
Well, that was crap.
few people just for this imagine; @xbarrjallenx and @ans-atkins because they’re two of my favourite 13rw imagines
blogs and I’d love to have their opinion on it (+ xbarrjallenx helped me out with the title so a big thank you to you hun). @arch1eandrews because I promised that I would tag you, as you’re the one who
pushed me to finally post something, ily. @5saucefanfic because I love you so much and you’ve been pushing me to post
something too, and you helped me out with this, so thank you.
I’ll probably regret that and might delete it later.
Minerva has a drawer in her desk. It is the top left one and the handle goes months at a time without being touched. However, she has not forgot its contents. Every once in a while after a few stiff drinks she will gain the courage to open it. Slowly and carefully as if it will attack her.
She opens it with one hand and a glass of firewhisky in the other.
She pulls the contents out one by one.
The first is a simple splinter of wood. What was left of her broom from her school days. She rubs the scar on her stomach.
The next is a picture of a group of wizards covered in dust and curse marks of various severity. They all are grinning and the one on the end laughs as he leans against a chair, unable to stand properly. It was probably one of the last times Alastor was that carefree. Things had gone down hill for him sometime after she left the Auror’s offices.
The next makes her hand shake as she pull’s it out. She bit her lip as she stares down at the yellowing wedding invitation.
“We would like to invite you to the joining of Lily Evans and James Potter in holy matrimony on May 14th 1979.”
“P.S. Padfoot demands that you be his date.”
She laughed as she looked down at the next item. A piece of parchment with scribbles and a horribly written poem lay in front of her. James had been trying to write about Lily’s ‘tomato red hair’ instead of working during class. She had taken it away and shown Pamona at dinner and the Hufflepuff Head nearly choked on her food that night.
She sets it down and picks up the next photo. She remembers this one clearly. Sirius had shoved a camera into a younger student’s hands right before he boarded the Hogwarts express to leave for the last time. Minerva stood in the middle, smiling with Remus on one side towering over her, Lily and James next to him leaning against each other, Sirius and Peter on her other side. She watched as the camera went off, Sirius quickly turned and kissed her cheek. The photograph captured her surprise and mild outrage and his grin before ending and starting again.
Holding back tears, She pulls the next one out. It was at headquarters during the first war right before Lily and James went into hiding. Lily sat on a chair with a grin as she watched James hold a hand to her stomach and felt his child kick for the first time. He looked at her in complete awe as he looked on the verge of tears. In the background a tired looking Remus and Frank Longbottom held back Sirius as he attempted to charge forward to feel his godchild’s kicks.
Minerva shook her head and took a large drink from her glass as she pulled the next item out. A small photo of four boys. Peter held the camera up high and squinted his eyes against the setting sun while in the background a sixteen year old Remus fell to his knees in laughter as Sirius screamed at James who perched on a tree continuing to toss leaves and bark into his future best man’s hair.
She wishes she could reach into this picture and shake Peter. Ask him why.
She wishes she could scream to them. Warn them.
She wishes that this damned drawer of memories was not the only thing she had left.
She wishes that James and Lily were alive and continuing to send her photos of their children.
She wishes that Remus would show up for tea like he used to.
She wishes Peter was that quiet boy who always jokingly left a saucer of milk outside her door.
She wishes that Sirius would send his usual monthly proposal owl.
Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby. (Epilogue)
A/N: SIKE BITCHEEEES. Y’ALL REALLY THINK I’D LEAVE IT LIKE THAT!? HELL NAH YOUR MOTHER HAS RETURNED TO PROVIDE LOVE YA XXX
Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.
Samantha stole another glance at the tall, gorgeous
boy that seemed so keen on listening to everything that was coming out of their
boring professor’s mouth. He was popular and friendly but still somehow
remained a mystery, always kept to himself. Everybody was practically in love
with him because aside from his well-built physique, friendly nature, and
willingness to help those who need it he had this certain aura of vagueness
around him which seemed to drag everyone in, makes them want to unlock more. As
if there is so much more to be discovered aside from the glimpses of
personalities he shows the world but nobody ever had the chance to be that
close. Everybody knew him but at the same time nobody actually did.
When their professor finally ended his
discussion Samantha stood up, ready to take the first step to become the first
person to have the honor of actually knowing Reggie Mantle.
He looked at her before gracing her with a
smile, making her heart beat twice as fast. “Hey, Samantha,” He adjusted his gym bag on his shoulders, probably
preparing himself for his daily training.
actually, I was wondering,” she closed her eyes for
a second to gather some courage. “Would
you – would you like to get some coffee with me? Some time? If you’re not too
She swallowed as she waited for his
response, afraid to look at his face for any sign of rejection. Then she heard
a sigh and knew it was game over. She
heard the stories, the rumors, how no one stood a chance because:
Sam,” Reggie really sounded sympathetic and she
hated it. “I – I have someone –“
smiled, sadly, successfully cutting him off. She looked up at him despite the
“What a lucky girl.” She whispered more to herself than anything but
Reggie seemed to hear it.
Reggie smirked before shaking his head. “You got it all mixed up, Sam.”
Reggie said. “I’m the one who got
He patted her head before walking away.
her name?” Samantha asked. Curious as to who got this
beautiful boy’s fancy and got him hooked that he couldn’t even look at another
girl ever again. Reggie’s mind immediately went to the memory of your smile, the way you’re hair danced messily in the
wind when you were in the passenger seat of his car, the echo of your laugh in
his room as you wore his shirt while running your hand across his hair, your
beautiful 5 o’clock shadow as you stared outside the windows of Pop’s with the
neon lights making you look ethereal and seraphic.
Samantha noticed that Reggie’s mind seemed
to disappear to a happy place because he beamed, almost shining with happiness.
Another glimpse, she thought, Reggie
was really full of surprises and secrets.
I tell you, I might have to kill you.”
All the boys stared as Cheryl and (Y/N)
walked together, with their arms crossed, talking quietly among themselves. How
the meanest and nicest girls of the entire building managed to become bestfriends was beyond them but they
would be lying if they say they weren’t a sight to behold. Especially (Y/N),
known to be the kindest soul to ever grace their halls, who was always willing
to extend a helping hand and always treat everybody with respect. A lot of boys
tried to win her heart but none was very successful, in fact not qa single one
even came close, because aside from the Red Widow by her side, a nickname she
earned because of her careful yet poisonous words and her dedication to guard
the little angel of New York University everybody gets the same response from
her every time: a kind rejection. The
kind of rejection that makes them feel bad for even trying and putting her
through the dilemma of even rejecting them.
One poor soul gripped the bouquet of roses
in his hands before daring to walk towards their table and try his luck, eyes
on the back of (Y/N)’s head. He gave himself a mental pep talk trying not to
chicken out but all of those words of inspiration and prayers were obliterated
when he caught Cheryl’s eyes.
Cheryl seemed bored and emotionless, head
resting on her palm, as she stared at another clueless boy trying to vouch for
her bestfriend’s affection. She gave him the smallest glare, which usually
meant ‘scram’ or ‘fuck off’, and smirked as she saw him make a 90 degree turn before
walking out straight out the library.
stop scaring people.” (Y/N), who apparently wasn’t
really focusing on her advanced reading, chuckled. “You’ll never get a boyfriend if you keep that up.”
Cheryl scoffed and flipped her long, almost
fiery in this lighting, red hair.
“Nobody deserves me, darling, and we both know it.”
we don’t,” You stared at her. “You should give them a chance.”
rich coming from you, sweetie.” Cheryl shot back making you blush. “Why don’t you give those unfortunate souls who are just begging for a glance from the angel of
their dreams, a chance?”
You blushed even more. “You—I – You know I’m not into that, Cherry.”
yeah, who you tryna fool?” Cheryl smirked, crossing
her arms across her chest and leaning back on her chair. “And please, he was carrying roses, how cliché right? The right man
would know you’re more of a sunflower girl.” She smirked. “Too bad the right man is in a far far away
You managed to give her a glare despite the
heat on your face but she just laughed at your effort in looking mad. You just
rolled your eyes, heart beating a little too fast at the memory of him.
just, such a good friend.” Cheryl dramatically fanned her face, as if she was about to cry,
speaking a little too loudly in the library. “That bastard better be fucking grateful and buy me a
Victorian-inspired mansion for all my effort in making sure his lil’ lovebird
doesn’t get snatched by worthless peasants.”
stop,” you whined trying to remove the attention
away from the two of you, knowing nobody would have the guts to try and make
her quiet but you.
gonna guilt-trip him his whole life, you just wait.”
don’t even know if he is still single.”
I mean have you seen him? Boy’s like
that doesn’t stay single for very long time in college.”
I know him, and that boy is about as gone for you as you are for him,” Cheryl stated confidently. “And
if you weren’t sure he is single, why are you still rejecting everybody left
and right? Unless …”
are crazy.” You shook your head, not wanting to
feed yourself any more false hopes. You don’t even know where in God’s green
Earth he was staying at right now. You haven’t talked for almost four years
now. You could but you decided not to because getting a little taste of that heaven will make you want him and
miss him more and you don’t want to be running back to him when you are this
close to your goal. That reunion will have to wait, and it seems like he was
thinking the same thing, too.
treating himself well?
surrounded by good people?
remind him of you? Even for just a second?
“(Y/N),” Cheryl was staring at something in her phone, eyes wide in shock.
Whatever it was must be something big to actually surprise Cheryl. Cheryl
shoved her phone at you as you read the article about a certain raven-haired
boy that just won the Nationals in Indiana. “Point six hundred million for Cheryl. God, I hate being right all the
You ignored her as you read how Reggie
Mantle, the captain, basically carried the whole game towards their victory
with his agility, strategy, and strength. You reread the last paragraph of the
is not only a spectacular athlete but he is also an outstanding student with
his top marks which will result to the possibility of him graduating as the top
of his class. How he managed to balance his responsibilities, Reggie Mantle
gave us an answer that left more questions than answers:
could say I have a pretty solid foundation and inspiration.” He said with a
grin. “Though she is probably studying hard in New York too.”
is this mysterious lady that snatched Reggie Mantle’s heart? The world may
man,” Reggie returned back to Earth when he heard
his roommate, soon to be ex-roommate, in their toga with a big grin on his face. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”
Reggie took his hands and gave him a
half-hug and a pat on the back. “I’ll
Jake plopped down on his bed, one last time
probably. “Can’t believe you’re going
pro, man. That’s big.”
know,” Reggie chuckled, picking up a football from
the ground. “Even I still can’t believe
as for me it’s the boring old office work.”
Reggie gave him a look before throwing at him
the football which he caught with a lot of effort. “Shut up, Jake, you got a girlfriend who’s smart. She got you.”
Jake smirked. “Yeah she’s still pretty bummed about not getting that journalism job.
She really wanted it.”
can’t believe someone actually beat Janine. Must be some miracle.” Jake’s girlfriend, Janine, was like a machine when it comes to her
studies. So it came as a shock to everyone when she came barging in their room
crying about how she did not get accepted to her dream job.
she told me it was taken by some monster that graduated from New York,” Jake
chuckled. “Kept whining how the world is
unfair cause the said monster was drop dead gorgeous, smart, and is now holding
her dream job by the neck on her first try.”
wait, back up,” Reggie stood up. “Did … did Janine say what the name of this
said New York monster was?”
Jake seemed to think for a second and
Reggie was literally on his tiptoes from the suspense. “I forgot man, I guess it was (Y/N) or something? I forgot the last
Jake was cut off by Reggie’s jaw dropping
in shock before genuinely laughing. Throughout their four years of being
friends Jake has never seen Reggie this happy, even during his championship
game. Reggie looked at Jake who was looking at him as if he grew a second head.
shit! I’m so sorry, man.” Reggie laughed once more,
patting his shoulders sympathetically. “In
behalf of her, let me apologize.”
do you mean?” Jake asked, genuinely confused.
New York monster that took the job from your girl?”
“That’s my girl.”
You just finished face timing Cheryl that
was now living in London for some business transaction and she couldn’t stop
bitching about the rain ruining her hair, which, in turn, just gave you
something to laugh about.
morning, stranger,” your favorite barista greeted
you as you leaned in the counter.
outsider,” You greeted her back. “Can I get my regular and a muffin?”
muffin, you’re being a rebel today, huh?” she
snickered as she handed you your favorite drink and a fresh muffin.
like to remain unpredictable.” You said as you
handed her the exact amount and placed a twenty on the tip box.
you tomorrow, outsider.”
You sighed as the hot drink touch your
tongue, fucking heaven. As you were about to go in your car you felt a small
tug on your coat. You turned around and saw a cute little kid that had gorgeous
curly locks hiding a sunflower behind his back.
there little bud.” You leaned down to minimize the
distance between you and the kid. “Are
you lost?” You looked around you. “Where’s
You were cut off when he suddenly shoved
you the sunflower in his handsand ran before disappearing right around the
the …” You cracked a smile despite your confusion
and saw a small card tied around the sunflower with a note that read:
more from where that came from.
Just as you were about to look for the
little boy a tall figure suddenly appeared from your peripheral view. And just
like in your wildest dreams, there he
was: standing in front of you, beautiful as ever, holding a bouquet of sunflowers
and wearing that smirk that made your stomach flip in the most beautiful way
possible ever since you were kids.
Before you could utter another word he sped
up his last two steps and cradled your face with his free hand for a kiss. A kiss, a kiss that you have imagined
over and over again, a kiss that was foreign yet so goddamn familiar from the
amount of times you have dreamt and daydreamed about it. A kiss from Reggie
Mantle was all it took for your heart to beat the same irregular beats that was
reserved only for him.
I took you a moment to recover from the
shock but when you did you wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him in
deeper. You waited too long for this kiss and you never wanted it to end and he
probably had the same thought in mind. But sadly, like everything amazing, it
had to, or else you were gonna die from lack of oxygen.
Reggie leaned in your forehead and laughed
just as you started to giggle. “I guess
you missed me?” you whispered.
have no idea, pup.” You started tearing up, not
believing that after all these years he was finally here in your arms, looking
at you with the same dark eyes and intense gaze that makes you want to melt.
love you.” Reggie made her forget her train of
thoughts with those words. “If the kiss
didn’t make it clear enough. I, Reggie Mantle, is in love with you and swears
to be in love with you in this lifetime and the next.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. Pulling him in
for another kiss. “Promise?” You
offered him your pinky.
He laughed, crossing both of pinkies and
pushed both of your fists and thumbs together.
“Promise.” He gave you another peck. “And,
I believe you owe me a date.”
do I now?” you teased, giggling when he tried to
kiss your neck. “Where would you like to
waited for years for this date, pup,” he said
letting go of your face as he opted to wrap his arms around your shoulders as
you wrapped yours around his waist. He gave you the bouquet which you held with
your free hand. “I’ll go wherever the fuck you want.”
News! After dating for three years and being
engaged in one, star football player, Reggie Mantle and his fiancé’ the award
winning journalist and published author, (Y/F/N), has officially tied the knot
in secret in their hometown, Riverdale, with only a chosen few people present,
one note-worthy guest was Mrs. Mantle’s best friend, Cheryl Blossom, the CEO of
Blossom Inc. and world-renowned author
of two award-winning novels in her spare time. It was said to be a big event
despite the small town in Riverdale as stolen shots were taken of the grand
wedding for the official photographs of the wedding was announced to be kept in
private and not to be publicized in the request of the couple.
This power-couple had been best friends
their whole lives and decided to tie the knot right after Reggie Mantle
surprised his, now, wife with her dream house in California where they were
rumored to finally settle. The couple is about to head into their 2-month
honeymoon that will be spent in different cities around the world that they
have planned to visit ever since they were kids.
After you’re done crying and emptying your
box of tissue we dare you to find us a more perfect couple, we’ll wait.
(Y/N) was breathing in the fresh air from
the morning breeze. She stared at the view from her balcony: the trees, the
lake, and the city far, far away. Reggie really thought everything through when
he built this house just for her. He built her a home where she is safe,
contented, and happy and she could never thank him enough.
She jumped a bit when she felt a fluffy
blanket, which turned out to be her robe, being wrapped around her by none
other than her husband. Even after a
year and a half of being married she still feels giddy thinking about Reggie
being her husband. Finally.
okay?” Reggie whispered, afraid of breaking this
serene moment as he hugged you from behind and gave you a peck on the side of
You decided to face your husband and give
him a proper good morning kiss, wrapping your arms on his waist as he wrapped
his arms around you. “I feel perfect.”
You nuzzled your face on his warm neck relishing on the comfort only he can
give you. You looked up at him and saw him looking out at the view before
turning his eyes on you making you wonder what you did in your past life to
have a man like him to keep forever.
“We’re in love, aren’t we?”
He chuckled at your question before leaning
hooking a stray hair in your ear. “I
can’t speak for you but you got me pretty hooked, pup.” You looked up at
him through your lashes to give him a glare as if to say ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ and Reggie grinned, the same boyish
grin from when you were in Riverdale, giving you another kiss
don’t have to worry about that for a very, very long time, pup.” Reggie sighed, pulling you closer to him, as if that was possible.”Your heart won’t break around here. I’ll
make sure of that.”
You squealed when he leaned down and hooked
his arms at the back of your thighs and sat down, taking you in his lap. You
watched as the sun rose quietly, sharing the morning coffee you made to help
you get ready for the day, small kisses and giggles shared every now and then
and in that exact moment you realized you could stay there forever and already
find the life that was your definition of perfect
But then on cue you heard the familiar
wailing of your two other babies on their bedroom making you giggle and Reggie
groan, leaning on your shoulders. “Oh
stop it, you were the one who was begging me for a baby.”
for one baby, pup. Just one, I’m blaming your fertile ass for this.” Reggie complained but was still ahead of you towards his babies room. He loved being a father
and everybody knows it. When you were
pregnant anxious would be an understatement when defining Reggie as he watched
your every move and made sure you were eating only the best to make sure his
babies would grow to become ‘as strong as me and as beautiful as their mother’.
Heck, nobody could touch you without receiving a glare from Reggie which in
turn would result to you smacking him in the head as he pouted but still
continued to follow you around like a lost guard dog.
we could blame you fucking me 12 times a day, every day? How about that?” You
(Y/N/N), “ Reggie said as he cradled Cherry on his
right arm and picked up the older twin, Jason, on the other. “My babies can hear you.”
they’re your babies now—“
BITCHES!” You heard the all too familiar slamming
of the door open and Cheryl’s voice from below. “WHERE ARE MY DEAR DARLINGS?!”
can’t believe I actually gave that woman a spare key.” Reggie sighed, making you giggle. “Since when did she arrive from London?”
on now,” you said as you took Cherry from Reggie
making him pout. God, his daughter had him whipped. “Let’s go down before Cheryl wrecks havoc in here too.”
gotta share everything with her,” Reggie complained
to a now sleeping Jason, as he went downstairs and saw Cheryl with a dollhouse
and a toy car that looked too expensive and too realistic to be owned by a
couple of 7 month old babies .”One day
I’ll just snap and assassinate her, I swear to God.”
heard that, you ass!”
needed to hear it, satan!”
You couldn’t help but watch as Reggie and
Cheryl bickered back and forth while Jason was silently sleeping in his crib
and Cherry was babbling nonsense while sitting comfortably in your lap.
here Poison Ivy wanna-be, you’re spoiling my kids and they don’t even have the
mental capacity to be spoiled yet.” Reggie
am their godmother I can do what I want because I am richer than their father.”
me,” Reggie seemed genuinely offended and you
couldn’t help but laugh. ‘Who’s richer than who’ has been a small game in
between Reggie and Cheryl, heck, even Archie, who is now an international song
artist, and Moose who is an owner of a couple of successful gyms would join
every now and then.
I guess nothing really ever truly changed.
Reggie and Cheryl just can’t admit they love each other with a gun aimed at
their heads, you were still hopelessly in-love with your husband, and he still
looks at you as if you were the reason the sun continues to shine every
morning. Only now you had two little angels to call your own and more money
than you can spend.
Not bad for a shy girl from Riverdale who
was secretly in love with her bestfriend.
You looked at your family, once more.
Leaning back, placing Cherry on your chest, you sighed in contentment.
Not bad at all.
A/N: I’m gonna miss writing this so fucking much. Fuck.
So at first glance, you could interpret “Always Watching” as Jack trying to make the pax video, but Anti interrupting and taking over the show.
Recall that moment in “A Date With Markiplier” where a screaming Mark pops out of Darkiplier?
Mark said in the charity livestream after this, that this scene wasn’t him escaping but rather Dark’s shell breaking for a bit. So what does this have to do with Anti?
With the theory that Jack’s been “dead” since Halloween, Anti’s been running the channel and pretending to be him for about 5 months now!! And with Jack trying to fight back in Detention and Darkiplier taking the spotlight on Valentine’s Day, Anti and his attention-seeking self needed a release.
And considering that Pax was the place where literally SO MANY PEOPLE came for JACK (where maybe Jack could’ve gotten enough energy from everyone to defeat Anti maybe?), the video was a perfect way for Anti to A) be his glitchy self again without blowing his cover, B) stand his ground against Darkiplier, C) divert everyone’s attention from Jack to him with the whole camera thing (while also reigniting the antisepticeye fandom), all while D) making himself stronger, and making Jack’s chances of getting saved even lower than before.
And because of this, it’s probably safe to say that Anti has enough strength to keep Jack down for about another 5-7 months
and we all know the holiday that’ll come up by then…..
content: Dean feels
uncomfortable with the flirting attempts by the cashier at the
grocery store, but thankfully Castiel comes to his rescue – though
seriously not the way Dean expected.
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Dean really doesn’t like visiting
the small grocery store in Lebanon right at the town’s center.
And thankfully most of the time he’s
got other options – mainly the big supermarket next to the highway
–, but once in a while he’s got no other choice due to time issues
or saving gas or whatever else might come up.
And it’s not like the store itself
is crappy or something. No, not at all. It may be small, but it’s got
everything they need, even Dean’s favorite brand
of beer. Hell, they even sell those awesome chocolate brownies
you can’t find nearly anywhere anymore!
So yeah, it’s a nice enough store.
But there’s a big problem – the
cashier who seems to live in that stupid shop!
At least Dean’s got that impression
since she’s always there when he walks through the door,
smiling at him so broadly as soon as she spots him as if the only
purpose of her life is waiting for Dean to arrive at the store.
Her name is Stacy and she looks like
seventeen although she reassured him many times before (by
emphasizing Every. Single. Word.) that she’s old enough to drink –
while at the same time giggling like she just shared a juicy secret
and fluttering her eyelashes
in a way she probably thinks seductive. Her flirting attempts are
countless, clumsy, awkward and leave Dean highly uncomfortable.
But she never stops.
Dean can’t help admiring her
persistence a bit. Not even
hints that he could easily be her father age wise
made her back off. Dean tried being nice and polite about it and used
grumbles and grunts a few weeks later when his maturity
hadn’t been very effective, but nothing seems to impress that girl.
Every time Dean starts to talk and attempts to make himself clear she
simply sighs deeply and gazes into his eyes or checks out his ass,
not at all interested in what he has to say.