Hi! Do you think you could please do either (or all) 2 and Reggie 82 and Archie 83 and Jughead Thank you! I'm keen to read more from you and I hope you have a lovely day :-)
So these are gonna be very short because I’m going to do all three!
2. “The way you flirt is just shameful.” (w/ Reggie)
The past week had been full of really tiring classes and cheesy pick up lines.
You don’t know why Reggie Mantle all of a sudden had such a liking towards you, and you wish he would stop it with the pick up lines.
Just today, you had heard:
‘Hey (Y/N) are you made out of Fluorine, Iodine, and, Neon? Because you are FINe’ (accompanied by a wink). ‘Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk by again?’ (accompanied by a smirk).
And after you sneezed, ‘I’d say god bless you, but it seems like he already has.’
Betty had been giggling all day and you were getting tired of his advances.
“Just tell him you aren’t interested,” Betty told you.
You groaned as you turned to answer her. “Betty, I am interested. But those pick up lines are horrible .
She giggled once more as she pointed behind you. “Well here come more pickup lines.”
You leaned on your locker as Reggie approached you, talking over him as soon as he opened his mouth.
“The way you flirt is just shameful” you drawled out. “Really Reggie, you’re attractive and all but your flirting is just horrid.”
Reggie’s eyed widened. “Oh yeah? Then how would you flirt?”
You leaned in as you began to talk. “You see Reggie, I would lean in slightly and casually touch their arm to let them know I’m interested.”
As you spoke, you let your fingers trail up Reggie’s arm, ignoring Betty’s laughter and enjoying the way he looked at you.
“Then,” you continued, your voice lowering, “I would whisper so they would have to lean in even further.”
Reggie did in fact lean in, desperate to hear your words.
“And finally, I would slowly lean up, finally making a move,” you whispered, standing on your tip toes to reach his height.
Reggie’s eyes fluttered shut as you got closer, only for you to pull back at the last second.
“But that’s just what I’d do,” you said as Reggie’s eyes flew open. “Seems a bit more… intimate than cheesy pick up lines. Don’t you think? See you around Mantle.”
Reggie stared after you as you left with Betty, promising himself that he would take you advice.
82. “Bring your pretty little butt over here.” (w/ Archie)
You were one of the best River Vixens in Riverdale High. Everyone knew it and Cheryl would’ve been crazy to not have accepted you when you tried out.
Of course, being on the team meant that you had a lot of comments about your flexibility directed at you by the football team, causing you to proclaim that you would never date a football player.
But you had said that before Archie Andrews, your long time crush, had joined the team.
When Archie first joined the team, Reggie noticed just how taken he was with you and had immediately told him ‘Don’t waste your time. She’s not into us.’
Archie had been heartbroken.
Of course, Betty Cooper knew that Archie liked you. And she also knew that you liked him. And after she had accidentally let it slip to you that a certain redheaded jock had a crush on you, you didn’t know what to do.
Everyone was getting tired of the longing stares, the gentle touches, the furious blushes. Especially Veronica.
“Just ask him out (Y/N)!” she exclaimed one day during practice. “He thinks you don’t like him.”
“Yeah (Y/N),” Betty agreed. “He’s not going to make the first move here.”
Gathering up the little courage you had, you called out for Archie as he ran past you guys.
“Hey Andrews! Bring your pretty little butt over here !” you shouted, scowling at B & V as they burst out laughing.
Archie chuckled as he made his way over. “Hey (Y/N), what’s-”
He was cut off by you pressing your lips to his, which also caused B & V to go quiet. They hadn’t expected you to kiss him.
Archie reacted quickly, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you closer.
“Go out with me?” he said as he pulled away, breathless. You only had time to nod as he kissed you again, causing B & V to coo over how cute you guys were.
83. “Why are you dressed like that?” (w/ Jughead)
‘Meet me at Pop’s later?’
You smiled at your phone as you saw Jughead’s text. Noticing your smile, Veronica immediately asked her usual question. “Ooh is it your boyfriend again?”
Flushing, you shook your head. “You know we’re just friends Ronnie.”
Betty snorted, immediately covering her face with her hands. “Oh come on! We all know you guys like each other (Y/N/N).”
You shook your head as Veronica sighed in frustration.
“Look, lets make a bet. Just let us get all dolled up and if he doesn’t compliment you at all we’ll never bring it up again,” she said.
You thought it over before nodding hesitantly, causing B & V to squeal.
As you passed a booth, you were met with catcalls and whistling, courtesy of the football team, which drew Jughead’s attention.
“Why are you dressed like that?” Jughead asked as he looked over your outfit.
“I got a hot date,” you joked, completely missing the way Jughead’s jaw clenched at your words. “Just kidding. B & V have some stupid theory and they wanted to try it out.”
“What’s this theory about?” Jughead asked.
“Nothing,” you replied, your voice a little bit more high pitched than normal, which did not go unnoticed by Jughead. “Don’t worry about it.”
Jughead narrowed his eyes at you before slowly turning back to his laptop.
“Hey (Y/N),” you heard a new voice say.
You and Jughead both turned to the source of the voice, surprised to find Chuck Clayton standing next to your booth.
“What do you want Chuck?” Jughead asked harshly.
Shooting a glare at Jughead, Chuck turned to you and flashed you a charming smile. “I was hoping that you’d like to join me tonight.”
You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a snort. “Are you serious?”
“Yes I am,” Chuck replied, enjoying the way that Jughead clenched his fists, trying to stay calm. Sliding in next to you, he threw his arm around your shoulders. “What do you say (Y/N)? Me, you, a few milkshakes?”
“Can you just leave Chuck?” Jughead finally snapped.
Chuck chuckled before replying. “Not when this girl needs a hot date.”
Jughead closed his laptop, ready to leave. “Well (Y/N), it looks like you do have a ‘hot date’ after all.”
You tried to go after Jughead but Chuck wouldn’t move, causing you to jump over the booth as Jughead constantly did. You walked out of the diner, ignoring Chuck’s calls.
You caught up to Jughead fairly quickly as he hadn’t gotten far.
“Juggie! Wait up,” you called.
Jughead turned, a scowled on his face as you began to walk with him. “Why’d you leave your date?” He asked bitterly.
“So you know that theory that I was telling you about?” you asked. Jughead grunted in response.
“Well,” you continued. “B & V think that by making me dress all nicely as if I were going on a date, you’d confess your feelings for me.”
Jughead stopped in his tracks, causing you to stop as well and turn to face him.
“Oh,” was all he said.
“Yeah, I know it’s stupid. Why would you ever like me?”
Jughead furrowed his eyebrows at your words.
“It’s just,” you took a deep breath. There was no going back after this. “They’re tired of seeing me have this hopeless crush on you and they’re so convinced you like me back and even though I know that’s not true they thought that by getting me to dress up that-”
Your rambling was cut off when Jughead grabbed your hand and pulled you to him, embracing you in his arms.
“It’s not hopeless,” he whispered. “How could I not like you? Youre absolutely breathtaking.” You smiled into his chest as you wrapped your arms around him.
“By the way, you look absolutely stunning tonight,” Jughead whispered in your ear.
You blushed, realizing that you had lost the bet against B & V, but you couldn’t care less.
(there! All three requests. I hope you like them!! Also guys, I won’t be able to do the other asks until either late tonight or most likely tomorrow. I have a lot of apush and calculus homework to do I’M SORRY. I’LL TRY TO FINISH QUICKLY)
Riverdale AU: Betty
Cooper got all she wanted; she married Archie, has two beautiful redheads, does
regular lunch dates with Veronica and works with her doting husband at Andrews’
Construction. Yet, the memory of her loner turned Southside Serpent boyfriend
from high school lingered in her deepest, darkest memories… until he returns.
Pairing: Bughead, hints of Archie/Betty
Word Count: 2236
This is my first fanfic (posted on tumblr) so feedback is welcome! Also, if you would like to make any request, prefeably bughead related, I would be happy to oblige :)
Betty Andrews dropped off little AJ and Andrea at Riverdale Elementary
School before driving her silver mom van down to the construction site. Archie
had landed a big deal with Lodge Industries, it didn’t hurt Betty’s best friend
was the CEO, on the land that the poisonous Thorn Hill once stood on. The land
had been untouched since the fire almost twenty years ago. Lodge Industries and
Andrews’ Construction was going turn the property into luxury condominiums and
exercise the old demons planted in the soil. Not like Riverdale needed more
rich snobs, Betty had thought.
But before any of that could happen, Betty needed to drive
up the paved road that led to her work trailer and the bare bones of her
husband’s project. The trailer was empty when she entered and Archie’s father’s
old construction hat was no longer on the wall. Her red headed husband must
have wanted to get the crew started early. It was late September in Riverdale,
and the crew would need to work triple time to get the project where it needed
to be before the ground froze.
The blonde unpacked her posh briefcase, a present from
Veronica, before sitting down and beginning to go through payroll. She
remembers around this time twenty years ago when Jason Blossom’s body was found
on the chilled shores of Sweet Water River. It had sent her and her friends on
an adventure that brought people together and tore them apart. Betty and her
first real boyfriend, Jughead Jones III, were among the people torn apart. It
was a perfect cocktail of darkness that had turn Jughead into his father, a
Southside Serpent. She had not seen him nineteen years, two months, and
twenty-one days. No one had seen him since then. He permanently rooted himself
on the Southside and dared not cross. It was like he was a dog with a shock
That’s why Betty Andrews almost pissed her designer skirt
when Jughead Jones III swung open the trailer door. He had on heavy combat
boots, his weathered old beanie and chains on his tattered Southside Serpent
jacket that tinkled when he walked to her desk. She wondered idly if that was
the same jacket he got that night the Serpents came to his house and
interrupted them having sex. They didn’t completely cock block the two lovers—
she believed him when he said he was a Serpent for protection and let him take
her virginity. When he started making shady deals in back alleys and kept his
lips tight about everything, she knew he really became a snake. He became his
He certainly filled out the jacket much better than he did
when he was sixteen. His face was hardened, his shoulders broad and face scruffy.
She knew he would grow up handsome like his father. But his beauty didn’t
distract from the fact he dropped an old black duffle bag full of cash on her
“Jughead?” Was all she could manage. This moment had played
this moment so many times in her head, seeing him again. Betty would hug him
and punch him and thank God he was safe. Instead she sat like a scarecrow. Her
lips were numb and her arms were tingling. It’s like all of life’s answers were
in front of her, she just had to ask the right questions, but couldn’t speak.
As a matter of fact, Betty had several questions, like what the hell was he
doing at Thorn Hill, why was he dropping money in front of her, and… was he
He nodded with that old lopsided grin that used to make
Betty swoon. His face showed that he had expected her to act this way.
Speechless and in awe. The way she used to act in the privacy of her pale pink
bedroom, with his black hair and signature beanie between her white thighs.
“Every great villain makes a reappearance,” he smiled, his
voice surprising Betty with how low and careful his words sounded. “The snake
slithers back to Riverdale.”
He still spoke like a writer.
“You were never the villain, Jughead,” Betty shook her head,
already done with the conversation. Her mind was already spinning with reasons
for Jughead’s return and his money. Trying to buy out Archie? Bribe for
shutting down the project on Thorn Hill?
“You made me feel like one,” Jughead’s straight face didn’t falter,
but his voice sounded small like when they had their fights back in high school
towards the end of it all.
Betty didn’t have a response for what he said. Because back
then, she had believed he was a villain. He was running drugs she later found
out. But with time comes understanding. The Serpents were his family. The only
semi-functional family he had and he would do anything to help them. Just like
she would do anything to protect AJ and Andrea. But this was no longer about
her, or about her and Jughead.
“Is Archie available? I want to talk to him about a deal,”
“No, he’s not available. He’s on site. I’m part of the
company, you can speak with me about the deal,” Betty smiled with a hint of the
old warmth Jughead felt back in high school. When she touched him, that was he
could say to describe how he felt. Warm. And Jughead was hardly speechless.
“Alright then. I gathered enough money to buy the old drive
in. I already had a discussion with Veronica and she is accepting my offer. Now,
I’ve come to Archie to hire him for the construction.”
Betty scoffed and stood on her nude heels. None of this seemed
plausible. Veronica, her bestie, would have told her if her first love was back
on this side of town and had enough money to buy such a valuable piece of land.
“Veronica would have told me,” Betty accused.
“I swore her to secrecy.”
“What do you plan to put there?”
“Rebuild the Twilight.”
Jughead was still the hopeless romantic, the nostalgic loser
who just want to find a home. Betty sympathized with him. There were moments
when she sits in the fancy restaurant where Pop’s once stood and craved the
smell of grease wafting from the kitchen and the taste of classic vanilla
slurping down her throat. She often revels in those memories of high school…
the memories of Jughead. He understood on a level Archie was never able to. He
had unwavering belief in her and accepted her emerging darkness. Betty reminded
herself that it was unfair that she didn’t accept his.
“It took you twenty years to get the money?”
“I’m not The fucking Penguin from Batman, Betty. You think
I’m some kingpin. I’m still Jug,” he shrugged. “I’ve always been him. The one
you grew up with. The one you once loved.”
Betty finally came out from behind her desk. It was her
layer of protection that she used to hopefully keep her from what she wanted to
do since his rugged frame entered the trailer. But the doe eyed pleading of
twenty years ago, the same eyes that begged her not to leave him, now begged
her for something else. He wanted to rebuild the Twilight to make things go
back to the way they were before.
And in that moment, with the chill outside of impending
winter, with her husband outside those doors, with a Southside degenerate in
front of her, she too wanted things to go back to the way they were before.
Jughead read it in her eyes. He read her like a book he
wrote himself. He knew every word, but he was impressed how they took on a
shape of their own.
“I’m sorry, Juggy,” Betty said, stepping ever so closer to
him. He smelled like pine.
“You know when you use to call me Juggy it made me weak,”
his voice was barely above a whisper.
Betty was even lower, “I know.”
Jughead’s callused hands gripped Betty’s face and pulled her
pouty lips to his. As soon as they made contact, it was like they were in FP’s
trailer again, that rainy night, full of love, lust, and teenage hormones.
Betty stopped the kiss only for a moment to swipe credit card statements and
timecards and Jughead’s money, all for her husband’s business; onto the floor
so she could back up onto the cheap desk and pull the dark-haired man’s hips
closer to her’s by hooking her hips around him.
The old lovers wasted no time in shedding Jughead’s jacket,
ripping off his ripe beanie and shedding Betty’s beige blazer as their lips
kissed each other swollen. With the blazer gone, Jughead had open access to
Betty’s neck, which he fully took advantage of. His suctioned kisses left saliva
along her neck and down her chest. She knew she would be purple and have some
explaining to do, but at this moment, it was her and Jughead, trapped in the
time machine of the trailer; back in high school with high stamina and insatiable
desire for one another’s bodies.
Betty did the honors in raising Jughead’s arms and taking
off his plain white tee. She paused to take in his chest. This was not the body
of a boy—but the body of a man who has seen the darkness. Despite almost being
forty, his chest was tight and black hairs splintered down his stomach and into
his black jeans. She raked her fingers over his chest and he smiled like a
Colgate commercial because he knew that she was impressed. Archie may have been
hot in high school, but that was high school. Archie may have married the only
woman Jughead had ever loved, but right now, the sight of his body alone was
leaving his former best friend’s wife breathless.
He picked up where they left off and unbuttoned her slick
polka dotted blouse to reveal a white lace bra. Her nipples were hard and
begging for Jughead to release them. He noted how quickly he took her bra off
compared to when they were teens, but her eyes went blurry when he took a pink
nipple in between is lips and tugged on the other with his fingers. He looked
up at her as he sucked on her breast, and that look of innocence he had in his
eyes as he had a mouthful of her tit made Mrs. Andrews groan and slide off her
skirt without warning. Her underwear went too; there wasn’t any more time for foreplay.
It seemed like her life depended on Jug’s cock being inside her. Jughead wanted
to savor this moment, he doubted there would ever be another in the history of
Riverdale, but Betty’s dragged Jughead’s pants and boxers down without asking
permission. She found herself on her knees in front of his member. It was
longer than she remembered, thicker too, but she was ready for it. She gave a
few appreciative licks to his bulbous head, making Jughead’s moans rumble throughout
his body and down to his groin. Betty smiled at the effect she still had on
Betty resumed her position on her desk and laid there in
only a pair of heels, lips swollen and parted, begging for Jughead. The little
hairs around her scalp fell loose from her ponytail and curled, framing her
face like a pair of hands. Jughead put his hands there instead and held her
face as he entered her. It had been twenty years since he had found himself
here, nestled inside the white-hot heat of Betty’s vagina, but it felt like he
never left. They just stayed like that for a few minutes.
This is where she was supposed to be. This is where she
imagined herself twenty years ago on a September day much like this. Jughead’s place
is in between Betty’s legs, looking at her adoringly like he is now. He still
loved her, and although she didn’t want to, she never loved Archie like she
does Jughead. They couple could no longer take the heat of one another Jughead
started to send lazy thrusts into Betty. It wasn’t lazy in the way of not
caring, but lazy in how it was slow, how his entire length pulled out and dove back
in at an excruciating pace so she felt every pulse and vein throughout his
loving cock. Betty was seeing stars, those yellow cartoon ones, when he fucked
her so expertly. She sat up so their bodies could be as close as possible. She pulled
him closer and squeezed like she was trying to squish them together until they
became one. Jughead gradually sped up until he was a piston firing into her twenty
years of built of love, hate and loneliness. His right hand found her clit and
rubbed forceful circle around the bundle of nerves as their mouths engaged in
wet kiss and licks.
Betty let loose first, crying out Jughead’s name certainly
and lovingly. Knowing that she needed this just as much as he did made his cock
pour all of its love into her. Their bodies were sweaty and heaving, but the
two didn’t move. Jughead pulled out from her but Betty wouldn’t let him go. She
kissed the shell of his ear before she whispered, “I’m not making the same
mistake twice, Jughead. I’m not letting you go again.”
Tags: female reader, slice of life, domestic fluff, sharing a bed.
Summary: In the morning, you’d do your best to get out from the covers, and sliding on your slippers, put the kettle on. It was a sneak act because you no longer lived alone (take that, senior-year yearbook editors who claimed you’d be last to find love). It wasn’t just you and a pet, no, it was you, and your boyfriend, and the gorgeous monster of a dog called Max.
A slice of the life you share with Frank Castle, and his dog.
+ so many freckles* + grey eyes + blushes a lot + really shy + likes to read outside + loves black tea with milk and honey + works really hard to make her villagers happy + favourite colours are green and orange
+ hair bow wig (sometimes Lottie’s bun wig) + tortoise specs + black and white polka dot blouse + beige skirt + green cable knit cardigan + black tights + shearling boots + black backpack
skirts - i love wearing skirts :-) with a collared blouse, a t-shirt, a sweater, etc. etc. u can tuck almost anything into a skirt. (also why wear pants in winter when you can wear skirts with tights???)
sorry for the long post today :-) anyway i post a ton of outfits over here so maybe check out that tag for some ideas too?! plus a lot of the linked listings have outfit pics you can steal inspo from too.
Today was not a good day. And technically…it wasn’t even day yet, it was 10am. That’s basically the middle of the night. You had woken up getting sick, which seemed to be the trend the last week or so. It was also the reason you were currently sitting in the middle of your bed, surrounded by jeans that wouldn’t fit, sobbing.
You heard the front door close, “Y/N! I’m home!” Your husband, Kris yelled. He started down the hallway, “Are you ready to go? We need to leave in about ten to make it to the doctor on time.” He entered into your shared bedroom and stopped short at the sight of you. Which you were sure was quite an entertaining sight. You were sitting in a polka dotted blouse, a pair of black panties, with your hair fixed and tears running down your face…not to mention the multiple pairs of pants strewn around you.
“I’m not ready.” You whimpered.
“Babe…” He cooed. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t button any of my pants!! And with the amount I’ve thrown up you would think that I’d have lost weight not gained it!!!” You started to cry harder. “I’m a disaster!” You wailed!
“Hun! I promise it’s going to be ok. We’ll get you a pair of pants you can fit in and we’ll get you some meds at the doctor.” He kissed you on the top of your head before opening your dresser drawer. “What about these?” He asked holding up a pair of leggings. “They’re stretchy…they should fit.”
“You can’t wear leggings with this shirt!” You protested.
“Then why don’t you change your shirt?” He questioned calmly.
“Because last time I was there the receptionist said it was cute!”
He rolled his eyes. “You don’t have any other cute shirts?”
“Fine!” You grabbed the leggings out of his hands. “Now get out so I can get dressed.”
“You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.” He stated with a smirk.
“Yeah. Well you’re not seeing it now. So, out!” He laughed but conceded and made his way out the door.
“We need to leave in about three minutes. So hurry up!”
“We need to leave in about three minutes,” You mocked. “Whatever.” You quickly pulled up the leggings, relieved that they fit and pulled on a different top. After sliding into a pair of flats you headed down the hallway.
“There,” Kris said coming towards you. “You look beautiful.”
You flushed. “Thanks.”
The two of you loaded into the car and headed toward the doctor. You normally avoided the doctor at every cost, you didn’t appreciate people prodding at you and invading your personal space…even if it was their job. Kris had had enough of your avoidance after the third day straight of you puking throughout the day.
“Are you feeling okay today?” He asked. The two of you were holding hands in the middle as he steered with the other.
“I mean, yeah.” You said. “I got sick a few times. But I drank some water and ate a few crackers and I feel fine now. I think it’s just a stomach bug.”
“I would have believed that if it only lasted a few days. It’s been a week, Y/N.”
“It’s just a long-lasting one.” You protested. “We can still turn around and go back home.”
“I beg to differ.” He stated, pulling into the parking lot of the doctors office. You groaned but got out without general protest once the car was parked. He opened the glass door leading in to the building and you headed up towards the receptionist desk.
“Hi. I have an appointment scheduled for Y/N Letang.”
“Yes. Has any of your information changed since your last visit with us?” The lady asked.
“Alright. If you will just sign right here for me, Dr. Farrow should be out to get you in just a few minutes.”
“Thanks.” You scribbled your name on the sheet and turned to find Kris seated and looking in horror at the various magazines in the women’s section.
“Why do you need so many gossip magazines? Where are the sports?”
You rolled your eyes and rotated the magazine rack so it displayed the men’s magazines. “They’re right there. You just have to be smarter than the display rack.”
He screwed up his face and stuck his tongue out at you. “Rude.” You shrugged.
“Mrs. Letang?” A voice called out. You turned around and saw a nurse dressed in light purple scrubs holding a clipboard you assumed held all of your information. “You can follow me.” Kris got up and followed both you and the nurse down the hallway. “We’re going to stop here and check your weight.”
You turned to look at Kris with an eyebrow raised. He obligingly closed his eyes and placed his hands over his ears. The nurse chuckled and clicked the weights around. Once she was done you gave Kris a light kiss so he would know it’s ok to look again.
“I don’t know why you won’t let me know your exact weight. It’s not like I don’t think you’re perfect.” He said.
“That was so sweet,” You awed before stating bluntly,. “You still don’t get to know.”
The nurse directed you towards a room and after taking your temperature and blood pressure she left the room with the promise that Dr. Farrow would be in shortly.
You shifted uncomfortable on the crinkly paper that covered the bed you were sitting on. “Wanna switch spots?” You teased.
“Hmmm…let me think. No.”
“And you called me rude.” The two of you playfully bantered back and forth until a light tap on the door preceded its opening.
Dr. Farrow introduced herself and shook both of your hands before taking a seat in her spinny chair. You wanted to sit in that chair.
“How are you doing, Y/N?” She asked.
“That’s a lie,” Kris interjected. “She most definitely is not fine. She’s been getting sick for the last week.”
“Y/N?” The doctor asked, raising an eyebrow in your direction.
You glared at Kris. “I guess I’ve been a little nauseous the last few days. But once I get sick I feel fine!”
“Any other symptoms? Fever, headaches, stomach pains?” She questioned.
“No,” You replied honestly. “Other than getting sick, I feel perfect.”
“She couldn’t button her pants this morning.” Kris supplied.
“Kris!!” You yelled. “She doesn’t need to know that! My weight issues are not something she cares about!”
“Actually…”She began as Kris shot you a smug look. “That could be important. If you don’t mind my asking…when was your last menstrual cycle?”
“It was….”You paused for a minute. There was no way that was right. Your cycle had always been very consistent. “…it was over two months ago.”
“Is there any possibility you could be pregnant?” She gently asked.
“I mean, yeah. I guess.” You were shell-shocked. “We kinda just decided that whatever happens will happen. So we haven’t been actively trying, but we also haven’t been preventing anything.”
“Well, if that is the case…and I believe it is,” she said. “We could bring in an ultrasound machine to confirm it that way. We could also get an estimate of how far along you are, if that is indeed the case.” After you nodded dumbly she stood up. “If you’ll give me a minute or two, I’ll be back with it.”
Once she left you leaned back against the wall and looked towards your husband.
“Hmm?” So he was aware that you were speaking. That was a good thing.
“What do you think?”
“How about the fact that I’m possibly pregnant?”
“I think that’s amazing.” You looked over at him mouth open and he chuckled a little. “Did you think I wouldn’t be absolutely ecstatic at the thought of having a baby with you? I’m so excited. I’m just trying to figure out how we were so oblivious.”
You gave a light chuckle, “We do seem pretty stupid don’t we.” He stood up and pressed a kiss to your forehead before looking into your eyes.
“I love you. Regardless of what we’re about to find out.”
The door opened again and a machine was wheeled in by Dr. Farrow.
“So, if you want to roll your shirt up, I’ll put some gel on your stomach and we’ll see what we have going on.” You complied with her directions and after slightly recoiling over the coldness of the gel she moved the wand over your stomach. “Yep. You’re pregnant.”
You looked over at Kris to see him staring at the screen with a look of awe on his face.
“If I had to take a guess, I would place you right around three months. So if you’re lucky, you should be getting over the nausea soon. Would you like pictures?”
You nodded eagerly. “When can we find out the gender?”
“In about two months.” She handed over a strip of photos and circled a bean shape with a red marker. “There’s your baby. I’ll go get you some prenatals vitamins. You’re going to want to take them everyday.” You nodded, but continued to stare at the little strip of paper that had changed your entire life.”I’ll also get you a packet of the do’s and don’ts. And may I be the first to offer congratulations.”
Dr. Farrow walked out of the room. And you just looked at Kris.
“We’re going to be parents. There’s a baby in me.” You couldn’t believe it.
“We are. I can’t wait.” Kris got on his knees so he was eye level with your stomach. “We love you little baby. We’re counting down the months.”
So I got my laptop back today. Here’s an imagine I had written previously. It has not been edited. Let me know what you think and requests are definitely open.
Today, I fucked up by smiling at a girl on the bus.
This happened yesterday, so if you’re out there bus girl, I want you to know. It’s not what you think.
Yesterday after working a grueling shift at the old internet mines (I’m a network engineer). I got on the bus to go home just like always. Ahead of me in line is a young woman who is looking very pretty, she has red hair and a nice polka-dot blouse. I don’t think much of it, but we end up sitting across from each other on the bus. I’m reading something that was on the front page but get the urge to look up and see her face. I had only seen the back of her head before. I glance up and to my delight, she is very pretty! Horray! I have seen one more pretty girl in the world than I did before.
Except mid-glance she looks up at me. I realize I’m probably slack-jawed and not really paying attention. I look down. I don’t really know why, I don’t have a problem talking to girls. I have a long time girlfriend and I don’t talk to very many women these days.
I’m feeling a bit sheepish and awkward, so I glance up again for some reason. A second after I do - she looks up at me and catches me starring at her, or at least she thinks I’m starring at her. She screws up her face a little bit. I’m not even that ugly, oh well. Twice in a row I’ve been caught slipping.
None of this matters because the mid-way stop at the park-and-ride is coming up, and usually everyone gets off the bus here. She stands up as the bus stops and I breath in relief. I also stand up in search of a more comfortable seat (The bench seats that face each-other kind of suck). So I’m waiting for people to clear out, and people are getting off the bus. But on today of all days MUCH more people are getting on the bus, much more than usually. Must be a football game tonight or something.
She isn’t getting off the bus. She sits by the window in a regular seat. I look around - all of the other seats are being filled quickly. I walk to the back of the bus, nothing. I look around, there is nothing. The universe’s cruel game of musical chairs is playing “Creep” by Radiohead. I sit down next to her. She looks at me like a deer in the headlights and I think she is actually afraid.
Flash forward 10 minutes and I’ve moved seats as we are the only two people left on the bus. She is looking over at me regularly, probably making sure I’m not furiously masturbating or something.
Last stop. My stop. Her stop. Our stop.
We get off the bus, she goes first and stars walking in my house’s direction. We slowly walk together, for a few blocks, she keeps checking over her shoulder. She finally turns down a side-street and I think maybe I can relax now. I turn down my street. I breath a sigh of relief, finally the coast is clear and I don’t feel like I’m stalking anyone.
Then she appears, she clearly took a fake-turn to get away from me, and I met up with her on my road.
She starts running up the steps to MY building and I’m freaking the fuck out like what is happening, am I actually stalking this girl? I keep walking towards my building, I just want to go home.
She turns and yells at me from the stairs “Stop fucking following me fucking creep”
Surprisingly, getting the interview to be Mr. Howell’s maid was pretty easy. When she called the number on the card- as Mabel told her- a kind sounding woman named Gale answered the phone. The call was short and sweet- Gale instructed her to write down their address and to be there at promptly 4pm the following day, wearing interview-appropriate clothes. “Mabel was a loyal and kind soul. It’s a shame to see her go, but if she trusts you enough to direct you to us- I’m sure you’ll do just fine”
Y/N didn’t mention that she just met Mabel practically an hour prior, and she knew better than to ask Mabel or Gale exactly why she quit. But hey- a job was a job.