anonymous asked:

Scooby Doo AU!

Oh my god, Usnavi, Vanessa, Nina, Benny, Sonny, and Pete solving whacky mysteries together with their mangy dog Chip, I love it! We got Nina doing all the book-smart Velma stuff, Benny being the leader, Usnavi jumping at every shadow, Vanessa and Pete ready to punch the first ‘ghost’ that pops out at them and Chip just kinda doing what Scooby does and more often than not save the day by pure luck XD

And honestly, I’m imagining Sonny being the one who ALWAYS gets captured/kidnapped cause he’s the youngest and hey, back in the old TV/Movie days, the ONLY people who got in trouble were pretty girls or children, and if you had both on the screen at the same time, the child is the first in the line of fire, so it works! XD But even when captured, Sonny finds some clues and SOMETIMES can escape on his own.

Nina: An old castle like this is bound to have tons of traps.

Sonny: Relax, Nina. That shit only happens to me-EE! *falls down trapdoor*

Whenever this happens, Usnavi, Chip, and Vanessa or Pete go to find Sonny while Benny, Nina, and Vanessa or Pete go and explore some more (Vanessa and Pete alternate depending on the mystery) and after a while, Sonny’s pretty much become immune to this shit, like he falls down a trap door and Benny’s just like ‘For god sakes, again? We JUST got in here!’ (Usnavi’s the only one who freaks out EVERY TIME cause he’s a worrying and caring little dork) and Sonny starts looking for a way out and if he doesn’t he just finds a place to sit and wait, and if he’s kidnapped, the bad guy has him tied to a chair or something and Sonny’s just totally chill like 'Yeah yeah, I know how this works, save your energy. Also, you think you could move me so I’m out of the sun? I’m burning up.’ (I can’t get over how many times Scooby Doo has made fun of this trope and I freaking love it)

first time | jeff atkins imagine

request: i seriously had so many requests asking for jeff x reader’s first time, so here you go, loves.

**note: this imagine obviously contains smut.

your p.o.v ━

you were currently walking over to your boyfriends house, bobbing your head to one of lana del rey’s songs. your boyfriend, jeff atkins, rang you up late afternoon, asking if you wanted to come over and study since his parents would be visiting some old friends that night.

you happily agreed, excited to finally see your boyfriend since this week in school had you both extremely busy.

you finally made it to his house, knocking three times on the hard door and waiting for someone to answer.

“hello, y/n. it’s so great to see you again, come in,” jeff’s mother said, stepping aside with a smile. “thanks mrs. atkins, it’s nice to see you as well,” you smiled warmly back.

“jeff, honey! y/n is here,” mrs. atkins yelled, shutting the door and nodding her head at you to follow her. you both made it into the living room, both of you hearing jeff’s heavy footsteps thumping their way downstairs rather quickly.

mrs. atkins turned towards you, a small smile on her face. “would you like something to drink or some snacks for studying?” she asked.

“um, a water would be great,” you said politely.

she nodded, making her way into the kitchen. you notice jeff stop at the last step, looking at you with bright eyes. “hi love,” he said, walking over to you, then leaning down and pecking your lips gently. “i missed you,” you whispered, your lips forming a small pout. he chuckled, leaning down and kissing your nose which made your nose scrunch up.

“i missed you more,” he said deeply, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you close.

“here you go- oh.”

you pulled away from jeff instantly, making him release a huff. “mom,” he groaned, rolling his eyes.

you turned your head around to see a blushing mrs. atkins, holding a bowl of chips and two water bottles tucked underneath her arm.

“sorry, i just.. here,” she said, a knowing smile on her lips as she handed you the bowl and jeff the two water bottles. she eyed the both of you curiously, earning another groan from jeff.

“your father and i should be leaving in five minutes,” mrs. atkins said, making her way over towards jeff and giving him thirty dollars in cash. “this is for dinner. will y/n be spending the night?” she asked with twinkling eyes.

“thanks mom, and i guess if you want to?” jeff asked, looking towards you with raised eyebrows.

“oh, um, i didn’t really bring a sleeping bag,” you mumbled, a blush covering your cheeks. “it’s alright, you can borrow some of my clothes,” jeff winked, causing his mother to clear her throat.

“it’s okay, i can just ask my mom to come pick me up later-”

“nonsense, you can stay if you would like y/n,” his mother said kindly. you nodded, “thank you… mrs. atkins.”

she nodded, “now get to studying you two,” she said sternly, a small snort escaping her as she walked away.

jeff huffed, annoyance written all over his face. “your mom is great,” you told him, making your way past him and walking up the stairs.

“yeah, but she can be a little over the top,” jeff sighed, walking behind you. you both made it inside of his room, you instantly walking over straight to his bed and sitting down, popping a chip in your mouth.

you saw jeff close and lock the door, making you raise a eyebrow.

he looked over at you with a cheeky smile, “what?”

you shook your head, “shouldn’t you leave that open?”

he frowned, “why? my parents won’t be home anyways,” he said, making his way over to his bed and sitting down next to you. you noticed his history textbook thrown across his bed along with his notebook.

“i’m glad you’re spending the night,” jeff suddenly said, making your eyes snap up to look at him.

you never spent the night over jeff’s house, nor did he ever sleep over at yours, even though you both had been dating for almost six months. it was strange, but your parents would never allow a boy to sleep with you in your room and you were always shy to sleep over at jeff’s house.

“i’ll have to call my mom up and tell her i’m staying with a friend,” you said, putting the bowl aside and grabbing jeff’s history textbook. “alright,” jeff said, scooting back and watching you with curious eyes.

“so, what section should we start with?” you asked, kicking your shoes off.

it was about a hour later, and you were reading a small section from the history book to jeff so he could copy down notes.

though, jeff had other plans.

jeff’s head was currently leaning on your shoulder, and little snores were escaping him making you roll your eyes.

you knew he was playing, but it made you grumpy. “jeff,” you sighed, pushing his shoulder slightly and hearing him moan deeply.

your eyes widen, your face heating up as you pushed him again, making him whine your name.

“what?” he asked sleepily, lifting his head up and looking at you.

you looked up at him, and cursed him silently as he was still freaking taller than you even while sitting down.

“you fell asleep,” you said blankly. jeff smiled lazily, “i know, it was a power nap y/n.”

you snorted, shoving the book into jeff’s lap and making him release a pained groan. “what was that for?” he breathed.

“for not paying attention,” you spat, getting up and walking over to your boyfriends desk. you looked down, seeing all of the love notes and poems you had gave him stacked into a neat pile.

you smiled instantly, picking one up and reading it. you put the paper against your nose, smelling deeply. you could smell the faint scent of your perfume on the paper, making your eyes flutter close for a moment.

“it’s one of my favorites that you wrote me, that’s why it’s on the top,” jeff suddenly whispered from behind you, making you jump.

you turned around to face him, seeing his hair slightly messy and his eyes heavy. you admired him, your eyes focused directly on his.

“what are you staring at?” jeff asked you, his head tilted slightly in question. you shook your head, “nothing, i was just… admiring you,” you trailed off, walking back over to his bed.

you flopped down on the bed, laying sprawled out across it. you felt the bed shift slightly, seeing jeff crawl his way on top of you making you roll your eyes. “what are you doing?” you asked him, feeling him lay completely on top of you.

you were squished underneath his weight, though he used his arms to push himself up so he wasn’t crushing you completely.

suddenly, he leaned down and started slowly kissing your lips, earning a small surprised gasp come from you. you kissed him back though, opening your mouth as you felt his tongue trying to pry its way inside your sweet mouth.

your tongues fought each other, each exploring each other’s mouth, as jeff’s hands started to roam at your sides.

jeff moved his lips, trailing them to your jawline and down to your neck, before sucking rather harshly on your sweet spot. you released a content sigh, tipping your head back and letting him do as he pleased.

your neck was already marked up prior to him sucking on your neck, being as jeff was the type of person to mark his lover, meaning you.

he liked leaving marks on you, passion marks of course, but he liked seeing them later on and knowing that he was the one to have made them. you didn’t mind, you loved looking in the mirror later on and seeing the deep marks your boyfriend made while in a heated moment of passion.

though, you and jeff never did anything besides heavy makeout sessions, being as you were still a virgin and very shy when you both brought up the topic about sex. jeff didn’t mind though, he knew you would only go to that stage if you were ready, and even then you were sure he would still be nervous about taking something from you that held such value.

you knew jeff was a total gentleman, and you knew he would wait as long as you needed, which made you fall in love with him even more.

“jeff,” you moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him closer against you. he looked back up, asking if this was okay and you nodded, before kissing his swollen lips again roughly. he kissed you back hungrily, nibbling on your lower lip.

while his hands pushed himself up, making him break the kiss as he sat back on his knees, breathing deeply. you eyed him, your chest heaving up and down. “what’s wrong?” you asked, a small pout forming on your lips as you sat up along with your boyfriend.

he shook his head, biting his lower lip and closing his eyes tightly. “jeff, baby, what’s wrong? what happened?”

“it’s nothing, love,” he assured you softly, looking at you as he positioned himself to lay back down. “why’d you stop then?”

he chuckled nervously, as your eyes were focused only on his face with a small glare coming from you.

“well… i um,” he trailed off, looking up at the ceiling. “what?” you pressed on, wanting to know if it was something you had done.

“i was getting hard,” jeff said blankly, looking you dead in the eyes.

you blinked, then blinked again, before you opened and then closed your mouth.

it was normal, you thought, trying to process his words. you got horny sometimes too, but you never really noticed jeff get hard from your makeout sessions before. maybe he was just good at hiding it from you whenever the both of you would makeout, though it never seemed to affect him before.

“jeff, it’s alright, really,” you said, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his.

he raised a eyebrow at you, “y/n, i’m happy you think so, but i don’t want to make you uncomfortable or make you feel like you have to do something that you don’t-”

you shushed him by quickly getting on top of him and straddling his waist, then leaned down to press your lips against his again.

you didn’t know what made you do it, but you were sure in that moment that you wanted jeff atkins to be your first and only.

“i want you,” you whispered against his lips, feeling him freeze again, making you giggle. you leaned back, still in his lap, but quickly tugged your shirt off, leaving you only in a lavender lacy bra and a pair of sweatpants.

jeff groaned, seeing you fling your shirt over to the other side of the room, before you bent down and proceeded with kissing him again.

you felt jeff gently grip your shoulders, squeezing them and then rubbing his fingertips in little circles against your shoulder blades. after a moment, you pulled back, looking down at him with big, y/e/c eyes.

“don’t you want me?” you asked, your lower lip forming a pout, making jeff shut his eyes tightly and release a frustrated sigh.

“fuck, y/n, you can’t just ask me things like that. don’t you know what you do to me?” jeff asked you, his eyes snapping open and his face was pure desperation.

you shook your head, tilting your head to the side innocently. you honestly didn’t know what you were doing, all you knew was that you wanted jeff, and that’s it.

you were a year younger than jeff, and even though most teenagers knew about sex including your boyfriend, you really knew nothing besides the basics.

jeff suddenly sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist as to hold you close against him while sitting up. “i need you to be sure y/n,” jeff said quietly, his forehead leaning against yours.

your arms were wrapping their way around him, holding him closely. “i’m sure, jeff.”

jeff smiled brightly, then smashed his lips into yours and trying his best to unclasp your bra.

he struggled, his fingers fumbling with the clips as he mumbled curses under his breath as he felt your lips attack his neck.

you found his sweet spot after a moment, biting and sucking on it, making your boyfriend groan deeply. “fuck, fuck, y/n,” jeff said, feeling as you started to lightly grind down against his member.

you pulled away quickly, not knowing if what you did was good or bad. “what is it?” you asked him, noticing his breathing was quickened. “it’s nothing, just.. don’t you wanna go slower? at least let me be the one taking care of you this time.”

you blushed, nodding your head once and rising up off of jeff’s lap, before you sat beside him and looked at him to see him pulling off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. you bit your lip, looking at his gorgeous torso.

“see something you like?” jeff smirked, looking down at you. you rolled your eyes, sticking your tongue out at him rather childishly which made him laugh.

jeff faced you again, then reached out with his hand to cup your cheek, bringing his lips to yours. as you two kissed for what felt like forever, it felt as if something shifted.

the way jeff was kissing you now was slow, and almost teasingly? you enjoyed it, but you also needed air. you pulled away after a minute, gasping down air, your eyes still shut as you felt jeff’s forehead against yours, both of you were breathing each other in.

“i love you,” jeff said, caressing your cheek softly, pecking your lips again. he started leaving wet kisses down your chin, making his way to your neck, and down to the center of your chest. then, he suddenly pushed you down gently on the bed so you were laying on your back, he crawled back on top of you and looked down at you with heavy, lustful eyes.

“i love you,” you gasped, feeling jeff’s fingertips lightly trace your hip bones, making your back arch slightly. he moved his hands to the top of your sweats, looking down at you for confirmation. you nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips.

jeff swiftly pulled your sweats down, leaving your lavender laced panties on. he spread your legs apart, hearing you breathe in quickly. “are you alright, love?”

you bit your lip, nodding your head because you didn’t trust your voice right now.

jeff’s eyes wandered over your face for a moment, before his eyes started trailing down your covered breasts, and seeing the few cute beauty marks covering your stomach, he smiled.

lastly, his eyes stopped at your most vulnerable place. your eyes were focused on jeff’s face, looking at his reactions.

you saw his lips tug up into a tiny smirk, noticing a little wet patch on your panties. you swallowed, seeing his hands gently making their way up and down your thighs, squeezing them slightly in his large hands.

you squeezed your hands into fists, your stomach in knots as you waited for jeff to make his first move.

“j-jeff?” you squeaked, looking at him with wide eyes. his eyes snapped towards your face instantly, raising a eyebrow.

you bit your lip, you heart felt like it was going to pop out of your chest any minute if he didn’t do something soon.

jeff suddenly got into position, making himself comfortable as he moved to lay between your legs. his face hovered right above your pussy, his eyes still only focused on your face and noticing your chest was heaving.

it was amazing, he barely did anything, yet he had you like this already.

he moved one hand up and ran it along your heat, feeling your juices soaking your panties already. he moved your panties to the side, getting a full view of your needy pussy.

you choked on air, feelings jeff’s fingers start to rub your clit slowly, almost teasingly. “oh!” you gasped, your body already pressing down against his fingers which made him chuckle and look back up at you.

your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, your eyes fluttering close as your back arched. suddenly, you felt jeff’s warm mouth make contact with your clit, sucking on it harshly. you moaned loudly, feeling jeff hold your legs down as you started squirming.

he continued sucking, then he licked all the way from your wet little hole until he reached your clit again, making you release a strangled cry.

you have never felt like this before, sure your masturbated a few times before, but nothing to this extreme.

jeff moaned against you, and suddenly you felt pressure, as jeff was pressing one finger against your hole. “oh god, oh god,” you whimpered, feeling him push his finger inside you and then slowly pulled it back out.

he started pumping his finger in and out for a minute, getting familiar with your tight heat. you didn’t know what do, as your head tilted back and your mouth was parted slightly, gasping for breath as your stomach continuously tightened.

jeff added a second finger, a groan escaping him as he pulled away from your clit, making you frown from lost. “jeff?” you questioned, your voice squeaky and breathless. “christ, y/n. how are you so tight?”

jeff continued pumping his two fingers in you, trying his best to add a third, then went back to giving attention to your pulsing clit.

“oh, fuck!” you screamed, feeling his tongue flick against you with speed. you were going to cum if he kept doing this, and he knew it. you tried your best to grind down against his mouth, letting out a small cry as he pulled his fingers out of you quickly and gripped your thighs, keeping them in place.

your eyes found his, his eyes were fully dilated, blown from lust, as were yours. your head fell back again, feeling like you were going to cum any minute. your hand made its ways towards his head, and you pushed down forcefully.

you were gripping his hair so tightly, you didn’t even notice the moans coming from jeff as you were a moaning mess yourself. “ooh, jeff, i’m g-gonna-”

that’s when you felt it, your boyfriend shoved his fingers back into you, pumping them quickly, then bit down on your clit. you released a scream as you came, your hips bucking wildly against jeff’s clever mouth and talented fingers.

as you were still on your high, you felt jeff licking up your juices, making a humming noise in enjoyment, making your over sensitive clit vibrate.

he pulled away after a moment, licking his lips, and watching your chest heave. your face was fully flushed, your eyes closed and your body felt like mush.

after a moment to catch your breath, you opened your eyes to see a amused looking jeff atkins, sitting on his knees.

“you’re so beautiful,” jeff whispered, his eyebrows furrowing.

“t-thank you,” you stuttered, eyeing your boyfriend curiously. you bit your lip, about to sit up as you assumed jeff would want you to return the favor, but he lightly pushed you back down.

“don’t you want me to-”

“no, i said i would be taking care of you,” jeff smiled softly, leaning over to his nightstand, which made his muscles stretch.

he dug into his nightstand drawer, making a accomplished sound as he pulled out two things.

a condom and lube.

you swallowed, seeing him place the two things beside you before he got up and slowly pulled down his pants and boxers, his eyes locked with yours as he did this.

you didn’t know how jeff did it, but he seemed completely fine with stripping in front of you. you didn’t blame him though, he had a amazing body.

you on the other hand, you were comfortable with your body, but you still got shy showing your boyfriend everything you owned. it made you vulnerable, and nervous.

you and jeff never got naked like this before in front of each other, this was all new. you were excited though, as this was a new experience for you.

jeff never pressured you though, the only clothing jeff had seen you without was your shirt, which he looked away instantly asking if you were done changing. he only ever did what made you feel comfortable, which you appreciated.

you knew jeff wasn’t a virgin, which you both discussed before, him telling you the regretful story of his first time in late sophomore year.

it broke your heart, knowing that the girl jeff used to be in love with just used him to get popular and for sex.

jeff wasn’t like that though, once he was in love, he was totally smitten and would do everything in his power to make that person happy. he was heartbroken, and very closed off most of junior year before senior year and the both of you started dating each other.

he seemed very nervous about asking you out, stuttering his words out, which usually wasn’t like him. he was usually very confident with his words and around women, but with you, you left him speechless. a stuttering mess, as you told him once, making him playfully glare at you.

the good thing was that you both had been very close before he asked you out, you both had trust for one another, and the both of you shared everything now.

jeff finished stripping the last bit of his clothes off, kicking his pants and boxers off.

your heart rate started to beat up rapidly again, as you eyed his long, hard member.

your eyes snapped up towards his face again, seeing him biting his lower lip. jeff made his way between your legs against, grabbing the condom and tearing it open with his teeth, then slid it on his leaking member.

he leaned down, leaning his weight on his elbows and his face hovered above yours for a moment, before he pressed his lips against yours.

your arched your back, your chest pressed against his. you hummed, feeling your tongues swirling around each other’s, enjoying each other’s taste.

you felt jeff reach underneath you, taking a moment again trying to unclasp your bra, which he successfully did this time.

he took it off you, then threw it somewhere, flinging it over his shoulder, totally forgetting about it.

you were both completely naked against each other now, and you could feel his heavy cock poking at your stomach.

“do you want this?” you heard jeff mumble against your skin as he moved his way down to your breasts, suddenly sucking on a perky nipple, making you gasp.

your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him closely. “y-yes!” you said breathlessly, feeling him move to your other breast.

he nibbled on your nipple, then reached up with a hand to play with your other breast, pinching and pulling the harden nipple.

you moaned softly, “jeff,” you whined, your hands making their way into his messy hair, rubbing your fingers through it.

he chuckled against your skin, placing a wet kiss in the middle of your chest, before pulling away. you watched him, observing the way his muscles moved and the way his fingers worked while unscrewing the lid of the bottle of lube.

you saw him pour some onto his hand, then put the bottle of lube aside as he started coating his cock.

he looked down, positioning the head of his cock against your virgin hole, looking up and focusing his eyes on your face. “you ready, love?” jeff purred, asking you one last time if you were sure about this.

you nodded, whispering a soft ‘yes’.

that’s when you felt it, jeff slowly entering you, making you cry out in pain and mixed pleasure. jeff stopped instantly, looking down at you with worried eyes. “are you okay, y/n?”

you nodded your head multiple times to assure him, that yes, you were fine with the whole situation. the only thing you were not okay with was the pain that came with the pleasure.

“it h-hurts,” you whined, taking in quick breaths.

“i know, i know baby. just breathe for me, okay?”

“okay,” you said, nodding for him to continue. jeff continued his way into you, feeling your walls clench around him, making him release a deep, throaty moan. “ooh, fucking fuck,” jeff cursed under his breath, his eyes squeezing shut.

he gave you a moment to adjust to his large size, focusing on his breathing.

he knew it hurt you, and he was doing everything in his power to hold back from pounding into you. “okay,” you said softly, reaching both of your hands out and placing them on his broad shoulders.

jeff slowly pulled back, watching your facial expressions and trying his best to ease your pain by moving one of his hands down and massaging your clit quickly.

jeff started to slowly pump into you, watching as your eyes fluttered close, little moans escaping your pretty mouth.

jeff released a small growl, “look at me,” he demanded, causing your eyes to snap open and release a shaky breath. “j-jeff,” you whined, throwing your head back as he started thrusting into you at a faster pace, but still making sure he wasn’t hurting you.

he bent down, attacking your mouth with his, making you moan in pleasure as he continued to rub your clit in fast circles.

a moment later, you felt jeff hit something, making you release a muffled scream against his mouth. jeff pulled away from your mouth, trailing opened mouth kisses along your neck, biting down almost painfully, which made you throw your head back.

jeff continued to hit that special place inside of you, as he started to pound into you, making you moan loudly. you gripped jeff’s shoulders tightly, feeling him still attacking your neck.

jeff pulled away from you rather suddenly, stopping his thrusts for moment and lifting your legs up and putting them over his shoulder. he then continued to roughly take you, making him release frequent curses loudly as he went deeper inside of you.

“oh, fuck, mmm, y/n!” he yelled, moving one of his hands back down towards your clit, rubbing it quickly. you screamed, bucking your hips against his which made him lose it.

“j-jeff, please!” you gasped, feeling yourself tighten around his cock, before cumming hard.

your high pitched screams echoed throughout his room, feeling your orgasm hit you hard.

jeff continued fucking you, sweat beading on his forehead. a minute later, you heard a loud, drawn out moan escape him. “f-fuck!”

he rode out his own orgasm, his eye squeezed shut tightly and his lower lip caught between his teeth, biting down hard.

jeff slowly came to a stop, keeping himself buried within you for a moment, as he breathed deeply and looked down at you with tired eyes.

you were sucking on your bottom lip nervously, your face felt like it was on fire.

“jeff, was this okay?” you asked him shyly, blinking as he pulled out of you slowly. a lazy smile made its way on his lips, “it was perfect y/n,” he assured you.

he gently took your legs off of his shoulders, placing them down gently as to not hurt you, knowing you would be sore sooner or later.

you watched as he got up off of the bed, walking over to the trash can. you heard a snapping noise, making your ears perk up curiously, before realizing that he took off the condom.

he made his way back over to you and got into the bed, lifting the blanket up and pulling it over the both of you. before you even moved, you felt jeff carefully pull you on top of him, earning a surprised sound from you.

you heard him chuckle softly, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you against him. your head was rested on his chest as the both of you stared into each other’s eyes. “i love you,” you said, pecking his lips.

this earned you a toothy smile from the tired boy, “love you,” he said sleepily, hugging your flushed body against his as close as possible. “you should rest now, love,” he told you softly, kissing the tip of your nose.

“okay,” you whispered, shifting into a more comfortable position, half of your body slung over his, both of your legs intertwined together.

it didn’t take you both very long, before you both were sound asleep, both of you feeling content and very in love.

♡ ♡ ♡

i really hope you guys enjoy this, i deleted this imagine and restarted it like six times, i swear. also, my mom finally got me the book ‘13 reasons why’ so y'all already know that means i'ma be binge reading it the rest of the weekend. also, is binge reading a thing?? i don’t know. anyways, enjoy loves!

(sorry for any grammar mistakes, i edited this imagine three times, but if you see any grammar mistakes, just ignore them please!)

Past Tense || Archie Andrews

Originally posted by thekjsmut

Prompt from anon: Could you do an Archie×Reader where the reader likes Archie and finds out about Archie and Grundy and distances herself from the group, but after grundy leaves Archie tells the reader he likes her and she low-key flips out on him and then the rest of the group when she finds out that they knew? Also could Kevin be the one who didn’t know and just kind of have this completely kevin reaction?


3 months. That’s how long it had been since you talked to your friend, Archie Andrews. After he had ditched you and Jughead to be with Ms. Grundy, you cut off all contact with him. He had tried to reignite your friendship almost everyday, sending you texts, calling you, even confronting you in the hallways. But you would have none of it. You had even distanced yourself from the group. Nowadays, you barely even talked to Jughead, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin. You were alone.

“I-I just don’t understand,” Archie said. “Why won’t she talk to me? It’s been months.”

The Core Four (and Kevin) were sitting outside at the lunch tables chatting about Archie’s current situation with you.

Veronica sighed.

“I don’t know,” she began. “Maybe because you ditched her for your music teacher?”

“Ronnie.” Betty warned.

“What?” Veronica exclaimed. “Sorry I’m a little bitter that my best friend has completely dropped all of us because Archie ditched her.”

“How is it Archie’s fault that she ditched all of us though?” Kevin asked. “I mean, shouldn’t she just be mad at Archie?”

Jughead snorted.

“Wow. Nice, Kevin.” Jughead said sarcastically.

Kevin shrugged.

“I’m just saying.” he mumbled.

“Maybe you could… You know…” Betty hinted.

Archie furrowed his eyebrows in confusion before his eyes widened, realizing what Betty was getting at.

“No. Absolutely not.” he said resolutely.

Veronica rolled her eyes.

“Oh come on, Archiekins! It could be your last shot!” she argued.

“She may have a point.” Jughead said as he popped a chip in his mouth.

Kevin looked at everyone at the table, wondering what they were talking about.

““Last shot?”” he repeated. “What are you guys talking about?”

Archie shook his head, he and the rest of the group seemingly ignoring Kevin.

“I’m not telling her. It’s not the right time yet.” the ginger remarked.

Betty groaned.

“You’ve been saying that for two years now!” she exclaimed.

Veronica nodded and Jughead chuckled.

“It’s true.” she agreed.

“What are you guys talking about?” Kevin asked again.

Archie groaned as he slammed his fists on the table and stood up, making everyone jump.

“I’m not telling Y/N I love her, okay?!” he nearly yelled.

The gang looked behind him with wide eyes.

“Oh my God.” Kevin murmured.

“What?” he snapped.

“Too late.” Veronica nearly whispered as she looked down.

Archie looked behind him and his eyes widened once he saw you standing there.

“Y/N!” he began. “I-I didn’t see you there, I, uh—”

“You love me?” you repeated.

“Dear God, I’m loving this.” Kevin remarked quietly.

Betty elbowed him and glared at him.

“How long?” you asked. “How long have you had feelings for me?”

Archie sighed, looking down.

“Two years.” he mumbled.

You let out a strangled laugh.

“I tried to get him to tell you, Y/N!” Veronica chimed in.

You looked over to the Lodge girl.

“You knew?!” you exclaimed. “You all knew and you didn’t tell me?!”

The gang winced.

Kevin tentatively raised his hand.

“I, uh, didn’t know, just for the record.” he corrected.

You ignored him and turned back to the ginger again.

“For two years,” you began. “You liked me. You loved me. And you still got with her.”

“I-yes.” Archie admitted.

He felt horrible.

You scoffed.

“And to think, to think that I liked you back then too.” you said.

The ginger looked up at you.

“Y-You like—”

““Liked,”” you spat. “Past tense. Before you screwed Grundy.”

Archie could feel his heart breaking.

“Y/N, please, I’m so sorry—”

“Save it, Andrews,” you snapped as you tried to stop the tears from falling. “We’re done here. Stop contacting me or you’ll be getting a restraining order.”

With that you walked away, leaving Archie utterly heartbroken.

What had he done?


A/N: You didn’t say it had to end fluffy. ;) (I’m horrible I’m sorry)


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Vegan choc chip muffins🍫🌈🌸

Makes six muffins.
Feel free to double the recipe for more!

½ cup brown sugar
1/3 cup melted vegan butter
½ cup plant based milk of choice
1 cup gluten free self raising flour or regular self raising flour
½ vegan chocolate chips

1. Preheat oven to 170C and grease a muffin tin.
2. In a bowl, whisk together the melted butter and brown sugar.
3. Next, whisk in the milk.
4. Stir in the flour, followed by folding in the chocolate chips.
5. Pop the mixture into the prepared muffin tin (¾ mixture into each spot) and bake in the oven for 25 minutes.
6. Remove from the oven and allow to cool before eating, enjoy xxxx

I just bought these today and am giving them a try. Apparently they pop the potato chips instead of baking or frying them. So far, they’re amazing. I could definitely eat a whole bag of them, and not just because the bag isn’t that big and it’s half full of air. 



Chapter 30 of ‘Domestic Bliss Must Suit You’ is up!

Hey, I was finally feeling well enough to write lol I hate being sick.

The gender is revealed…ENJOY!

Eighteen weeks pregnant. It had been six weeks since Christmas and Molly had an appointment during her lunch break. Sherlock had just arrived at Bart’s to attend the appointment with her. Today they would find out the gender of their baby.

There they were, Molly’s growing belly having the cold gel squeezed onto it. Sherlock held her hand and gave her a dazzling smile that lit up the room. She was happy to see him so excited over their unborn child.

“It won’t be long before you start to feel your baby’s movements,” the doctor smiled as she proceeded to find out the gender. “Ah, here we are…oh my goodness, congratulations! You’re having twins!” The doctor scanned her stomach as Molly and Sherlock looked up at the screen. His lips were pressed into her hair as they looked on.

“Wait twins?” Molly questioned with a laugh. Tears were welling up in her eyes. Sherlock had lifted his head, shocked at the reveal.

“Oh yes, one boy and one girl; fraternal,” the doctor told them with a smile. “I know this is a bit of a surprise but it’s not unheard of to not find out until you’re this far along.” The doctor slipped out to give them a moment after wiping the gel off of Molly’s stomach.

“It’s never twins,” Molly teased her husband, eliciting a chuckle from him.

“In this case, it is,” Sherlock grinned. He took in the sight of Molly, a healthy glow emanating from her. She’s so beautiful, he thought.

“I can just imagine tiny versions of ourselves running around,” Molly giggled through her tears.

“Mm, hopefully they take more after you,” Sherlock told her.

“They’ll take after both of us,” Molly smiled. “Two more Holmes in London.”

“Lestrade may retire,” Sherlock laughed.

“I really want chips,” Molly spoke randomly, her craving becoming more demanding.

“I’ll take you to the shop on Marylebone Road for lunch,” Sherlock offered, kissing her cheek.

“Extra potions? You’re too sweet,” Molly told him.

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Something to talk about

People are talkin’, talkin’ ‘bout people

I hear them whisper, you won’t believe it

They think we’re lovers kept under covers

I just ignore it, but they keep saying

February 14th - We laugh just a little too loud

Hermione hated Valentine’s day and it wasn’t in the “I hate Valentine’s day because I don’t have a boyfriend,” ways. She hated everything about it. The price of chocolate sky rocketed, the price of her favourite prosecco too AND those pitying looks she got from the other girls in the office when she didn’t have a date. She hated the full thing and she especially hated the looks she got when she wound up alone in the pub after work. She sighed heavily, swirling her glass and scowling at the couple who were giving her sympathetic looks. She picked up her drink, making her way over the corner section of the bar. She sat down at the seat, pulling out her book and beginning to read.

“Really Granger, Hogwarts a History?” Draco asked, sitting in the chair next to her and smirking at her. Hermione’s hand faltered on the book and she turned to face Draco. She closed the book and sighed.

“Draco,” she said, smiling and taking a sip of her drink.

“Waiting on your date?” he asked. Hermione scoffed and shook her head.

“Can’t I just come out for a drink without everyone asking where my date it is? Bloody hell,” she muttered. Draco raised his eyebrows and shook his head.

“You can. I am just surprised. Most girls won’t be seen dead alone on Valentine’s day,” he said, gesturing to the barmaid and ordering a drink.

“Trust me, I am regretting it,” she said, pushing her hair behind her ear and smiling. Draco nodded and shook his head.

“It’s a bloody joke. People make you feel like a total prick for coming out for a drink AND all the meals are 'for two’ prices. You are literally penalised for not conforming to societies ideas about what you should be doing,” he muttered. Hermione raised her eyebrow.

“I am guessing you aren’t here for a date either?” she asked. Draco gave her a sharp look and shook his head.

“I certainly am not. Merlin Granger, I know better than to take a girl for a date on Valentine’s day,” he said pointedly. Hermione laughed and elbowed him.

“Having you here has stopped the strange looks I was getting,” she pointed out. Draco smirked and nodded.

“Same actually. Even the barmaid is giving us less sympathetic looks,” he said. Hermione laughed and shook her head. Draco sighed, swirling his drink around in the glass.

“The office was unbearable today,” he muttered. Hermione groaned, covering her face.

“Oh God, I KNOW! I swear those shrieks Jill kept doing every time she got a bloody rose. I could have killed her,” Hermione muttered. Draco’s lips twitched and he shrugged.

“I actually thought it was quite creative. Every time she opened the drawer poof a rose. Quite a complicated spell if you think about it,” he pointed out. Hermione laughed and glanced at him.

“I actually thought you of all people would love Valentine’s day. Doesn’t your mother host the annual charity ball on Valentine’s day?” she asked. Draco laughed and turned to face her.

“Why on earth do you think I am here? My mother keeps demanding I bring a date. But, if you invite a woman to a Valentine’s charity event that your mother is hosting. It kind of gives off the wrong vibe,” he pointed out. Hermione laughed and shook her head.

“I guess that is true. To anti Valentine’s Day,” she said, holding up her glass and clinking it against his.

“To anti Valentine’s Day,” he said, taking a large gulp. He gestured at the board beside them and grinned at Hermione.

“What do you think, pass ourselves off as a couple to get the free bottle of prosecco?” He asked. Hermione purses her lips and glances at the menu.

“It would mean that we could get a booth in the corner. The seats are so much more comfortable,” she said, pursing her lips and facing him. Draco arched his eyebrows and held out his arm.

“Shall we?” He asked. Hermione laughed and nodded.

“Let’s,” she agreed, making her way to the corner booth. Almost an hour later they were both highly intoxicated. Hermione let out a chuckle, leaning against Draco and covering her mouth.

“Oh my God. Stop!” she shrieked, holding her stomach and leaning against Draco. He smirked, and shook his head.

“It’s true. Look at them. Staring at each other blankly, desperately waiting for their mains so they can fill the awkward silence with eating. Pathetic,” he said, popping a chip into his mouth. Hermione sniggered, watching the couple in question and shaking her head.

“There is so much pressure for them though. I remember when Viktor forced me to go on a Valentine’s date…I thought I was going to be sick the full night! There are so many more expectations for them. Like look at how that guy is dressed. Who goes to their local pub in a suit?” she asked. Draco huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I would,” he muttered. Hermione turned to face him.

“Yes, but you are pretentious love,” she reminded him. Draco shoved her, hard.

“Wench,” he hissed. Hermione laughed, pushing her hair from her eyes.

“I need to go. Thanks for a great anti Valentine’s Draco,” she said, ruffling his hair and stepping away from him. Draco shook his head and smiled.

“See you at work Granger,” he said, winking at her.

One Year later - We stand just a little too close

“Oh my god!” Jill shrieked, standing up to hug the delivery guy. Hermione rolled her eyes and turned to face Draco who pulled a face, mimicking Jill. Hermione chewed her lip and let out a laugh. For the past few years they had been getting on great but the past year she might even have said they were friends. She stood up, making her way over to the photocopier. She felt a presence behind her and shook her head when she heard him muttering.

“Bloody fools, the lot of them. Fancy the pub tonight? Heard that the leaky cauldron is giving away a bottle of firewhiskey to couples who order the steak,” he said, resting his hand on the wall beside them. Hermione turned to face him, her eyebrow raised.

“Don’t look at me like that Granger, I love the steak in the leaky cauldron. Come on, I’ll pay!” he said, grinning at her. Hermione laughed and shook her head.

“And when our faces end up splashed across the prophet?” she asked. Draco grinned and leaned back against the wall.

“Before we leave I’ll let you slap me or throw a drink in my face. Can tell everyone it was the worst date ever. Come on. Having you there last year made everyone get off my back!” he said. Hermione pursed her lips.

“I want to slap you and throw a drink in your face,” she said. Draco laughed and nodded.

“Done! Now, maybe tonight we can discuss working on a spell to block out Jill’s screeches next year,” he said, eyeing the girl in question. Hermione laughed.

“She’s happy!” she said, shoving him and heading back to her seat. She caught Padma’s eyes and cleared her throat.

“What?” she asked. Padma shook her head and smiled.

“I didn’t say anything,” she said, smirking.


Draco shook his head, pointing his fork at Hermione and shaking his head.

“That is not true! I distinctly remember he ridiculed me first,” he said pointedly. Hermione scoffed and shook her head.

“You gave him hell from the moment he arrived in Hogwarts!” she said pointedly.

“Yeah because he laughed at my name!” he said defensively. Hermione laughed and took a sip of the firewhiskey.

“Yeah, well…it is a bit ridiculous,” she pointed out. Draco narrowed his eyes and nodded.

“Yeah, you’d know all about a ridiculous name Hermione,” he said. Hermione shook her head and stared at Hannah behind the bar.

“What about Neville, did he insult you too?” she asked. Draco’s face flushed and he cleared his throat.

“I was just a horrendous bully, okay? A bully and a racist,” he muttered, he pushed his vegetables around his plate. Hermione nodded and swirled her drink around in the glass.

“You’re right. You were. No one is going to deny that. But, you’ve changed Draco,” she said softly. Draco laughed and smiled.

“I am still a horrendous snob though,” he said, holding his glass up to her. Hermione laughed and shook her head.

“You are,” she agreed. Draco laughed and he took the final bites of his dinner.

“You deflate my ego Granger,” he said, pouting slightly. Hermione laughed and shrugged.

“Someone has to,” she said, taking a swig of the firewhiskey.

Almost two years later - We stare just a little too long

Draco gnawed on his lips and balanced the coffee in his hand as he made his way over to Hermione’s desk. She looked up, raising her eyebrows and staring at the bags in his hand.

“Okay, what do you want?” she asked, staring at the bags in his hand. Her favourite bakery. She was pretty sure she could guess what was in the bag. A croissant filled with strawberry, banana and chocolate. It was what he always brought when he needed her help. Draco smiled, meting her eyes, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Can’t I just bring you your favourite breakfast without any ulterior motives?” he asked. Hermione shook her head and pursed her lips.

“You could. But, you never do,” she pointed out. Draco laughed, flopping down in the seat across from her.

“True and today is no different,” he admitted. Hermione shook her head and took the bag from him.

“Come on then, fire away!” she said, taking a bite of her croissant.

“I need you to be my date to my mother’s ball,” he said quickly. Hermione choked on her croissant and stared at him, her eyes wide.

“Don’t give me that look! Look, hear me out. My mother is determined that this year I can’t skip out on the ball. Now, you know how girls react when you invite them to fancy events. Where their mother is going to be…on valentine’s day. It gives them the wrong idea!” he said, running a hand through his hair. Hermione laughed and stared at him.

“So, the obvious choice is me?” she asked. Draco sighed.

“Here I was thinking our Valentine tradition was sacred to you,” he said, holding a hand over his heart. Hermione laughed and met his eyes, sucking her lower lip between her teeth to get rid of the chocolate.

“What’s in it for me?” she asked, folding her arms behind her head. Draco sighed and shook his head.

“I’ll see what I can arrange. I’m guessing this means you’ll come?” he said, giving her a cheeky grin.

“I guess so,” she said, returning his cheeky grin.


Hermione frowned, taking a step towards her door, frowning at the bag that was blocking her path. It looked fancy, as if it was from some sort of boutique. She picked up the bag, swiping the card from on top of it.


I thought I had better make tonight up to you. Wear this with those shoes you bought last month (You know, the ones you are scared to wear because they cost so much?) and please for the love of Merlin…keep the hair down…we don’t have all night! I’ll be there at seven.

Draco xoxo

Hermione laughed, setting her stuff down on the counter and opening the bag. When she did she noticed the flash of a tag. She blinked and shook her head. It couldn’t be. She pulled the fabric out of the bag and let out a gasp. It was. She ran her fingers over the fabric and shook her head, her hand coming up to her mouth. Valentino. The exact same shade of red as her Valentino shoes…the ones she had spent six months saving for. She shook her head, running her hands over the lace. He must have spent a fortune. She sighed, making her way into the bedroom to get dressed.


Could you be falling for me? It took a rumour to make me wonder

Draco sighed, pressing the buzzer to Hermione’s flat for the 14th time. If she didn’t hurry up he was going to apparate into her bloody apartment and drag her out. He took a step back.

“Granger, I swear to Salazar if you are doing your hair!” he yelled. Hermione opened her window, scowling down at him.

“You’re early! Just give me a minute!” she snapped. Draco rolled his eyes, sitting on the wall outside her building. He heard the feint clicking of heels and stood up, shoving his hands into his pockets. The door opened and he let out a low whistle.

“Fucking hell Granger,” he said, running his eyes down her body. Hermione shoved him.

“My eyes are up here!” she said, pointing at her face. Draco smirked and nudged her with his hip.

“You look beautiful, love,” he said softly. Hermione ran her hands over the dress and smiled at him.

“It’s the dress. It’s far too much,” she said. Draco took her arm and smiled.

“Enough. Let’s see the shoes,” he said, gesturing at her feet. Hermione laughed and lifted up the skirt of her dress, flashing the red and gold shoes at him. Draco laughed and held out the ticket.

“Get ready,” he warned her. Hermione nodded and held onto the ticket, grunting when the portkey whirled them both into the reception. Hermione stumbled, letting out a grunt when she stumbled into Draco.

“Fucking hell,” she muttered. Draco laughed and shook his head.

“Watch the foul mouth, love, we’re in company now,” he teased. Hermione wrapped her hand around his bicep and leaned against him.

“Just so you know, you scrub up pretty well,” she whispered. Draco smirked and lead her into the main hall, pausing so they could both lift a glass of champagne. He spotted his mother and tugged Hermione’s arm lightly.

“Come on,” he said, making his way over to Narcissa. His mother smiled brightly.

“Darling, you made it!” she said, kissing her son on both cheeks before turning to face Hermione.

“Miss Granger, you look exquisite! Doesn’t she darling?” she asked. Draco nodded.

“You do,” he insisted. Hermione flushed and smiled at them both.

“Thank you,” she said. Narcissa glanced behind them and sighed.

“Draco, your father seems to have gotten himself involved with a rather heated discussion with your aunt Andromeda. Could you please make sure they don’t start another family feud? I’m sure Hermione will keep me company. Wont you?” she asked. Hermione nodded and smiled at Narcissa. Draco turned to face Hermione and sighed.

“I will be right back!” he promised, squeezing her hand before striding off to deal with his father.

“I’m so glad that you decided to come with Draco. He never usually brings any of the girls he likes to my functions,” Narcissa said, with a pout. Hermione choked on her sip of champagne and turned to face Narcissa, her face aghast.

“Draco and I are just friends!” she exclaimed. Narcissa laughed and turned to face Hermione.

“I know when my son likes someone,” Narcissa said, glancing at Hermione out of the corner of her eyes. Hermione glanced over at Draco who was talking animatedly with his father. Draco sensed her eyes on him and smiled at her. Hermione tried to ignore the flip in her stomach when he smiled at her. She shook her head and glanced at Narcissa.

“Trust me, we’re just friends,” she said. Narcissa pursed her lips and tutted.

“Hmm. If you say so. I just know Draco doesn’t usually drag me to muggle Paris to find a dress for someone who is just a friend,” Narcissa said, arching her eyebrows at Hermione.

“The dress does look lovely on you though,” she said, giving Hermione a cheeky grin. Hermione flushed, turning to face Draco who was walking towards her, looking exasperated. Narcissa clasped her hands together and gestured towards the entrance.

“Oh look, It’s the Parkinson’s. Go mingle,” she said, pressing a kiss against Draco’s cheek and winking at Hermione. Draco rubbed his hands on his trousers and smiled.

“Fancy a dance?” he asked, chewing his lower lip. Hermione nodded, placing her hand in his. Draco grinned, pulling her towards the dancefloor.

An hour later - I feel so foolish, I never noticed, You’d act so nervous

He spun her round in a circle before tugging her against his chest. Hermione laughed, placing her hand on his chest.

“You’re going to make me snap my heel!” she said, glancing down at her feet.

“So? I’ll buy you a new pair. Black? Blue? Just say the word and they’re yours,” he said. Hermione shoved him, shaking her head.

“I get it, you’ve got money. Some of us have to work for what we have,” she said. Draco spun her in another circle and the pair of them dissolved into a fit of giggles when they almost slipped.

We laugh just a little too loud

“Whoops,” Draco murmured, tugging Hermione against his chest to stop her from falling.

We stand just a little too close

Hermione let out a laugh, meeting his eyes.

We stare just a little too long

Draco held her gaze, before lowering his gaze.

“This dress really is stunning on you,” he murmured, sliding his hands onto her waist. Hermione watched as his eyes roamed the lace of her dress. She ran her tongue over her lower lip and furrowed her eyebrows.

“Draco?” she asked, he looked up, meeting her eyes. “Why did you invite me tonight?”

“Because, I like spending time with you,” he said, avoiding her eyes. The music changed slightly, signifying a change in tempo. A slow song. They moved slightly closer and Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Is that all it is?” she whispered. She noticed the bob in his throat and she hid a smile.

“Your mother thinks you have a thing for me,” she whispered. Draco froze slightly before clearing his throat.

“Does she now?” he asked. Hermione nodded, swaying in time with the music.

“So do my friends,” she added. Draco raised his eyebrows and glanced down at her.

“What do you think?” he asked. Hermione took a deep breath and she flipped her hair over her shoulder.

“I think that if people are going to keep talking then we should give them something to talk about,” she whispered. Draco met her eyes, trying to ignore the smug grin that was threatening to take over his face. He ran his thumbs over her waist and pulled her against him, his mouth covering hers. Hermione let out a gasp, his nervousness had completely left him. Instead he was in complete control as he tugged her against him. Hermione was vaguely aware of a wolf whistle in the background. One that sounded suspiciously like Narcissa Malfoy.

To get a look at the Shoes google Red and black rock stud Valentino’s