A/N: Inspired by Riverdale’s last episode and if you want it to be a part two just let me know ❤️
You started your new year on Riverdale, everyone misjudged you, you came to Riverdale to start over, but that became just a dream, you looked tough someone you shouldn’t mess with, someone to be afraid of and that’s exactly what happened.
Everyone avoided you and looked you as if you were a criminal, maybe because of the scars that people could see on your legs and arms, this scars were the result of several physical abuses from your father, he was ruthless.
So you ran away with your baby sister, she was about to turn 10 and you wanted what was best for her, at the time, Riverdale seemed to be the best.
Then, the Serpents recruited you, or most specifically, F.P Jones, that’s when things got nasty.
Since you became a Serpent you also became a suspect of Jason Blossom’s murder, which was obviously ridiculous since you just moved in, but they didn’t care, for Riverdale, Serpents meant a threat and you were a Serpent.
As you expected of every small town, the rumors spread, people were looking, judging. That irritated you, and you decided to step up, you wouldn’t quiet down. So one day you stood up in an empty table on the cafeteria and whistled really loud, all looks were on you
“Listen up, I know this town loves gossips, but since you’re talking about me, I wanted to make something clear” you stopped to look at the crowd of teenagers “If you’re gonna talk about me behind my back I’ll like that things to at least be truth, so here it is” you took a deep breath
“My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I came here to scape my abusive asshole of a father, he is the reason of every single one of my scars” silence and tension fell on the place, you smiled “This for example” you lifted up your sleeve showing a big irregular scar that was a dark shade of pink “Was made by a burning frypan” you explained and the whispers filled the room
“I am a Serpent and I don’t care what you think about me, the only opinion I care about is my little sister’s. Holly” you smiled at the thought of her “So everyone else, I welcome you to kiss my ass” you sassed hopping down the table.
Then you saw him, Jughead Jones, F.P’s boy, you smiled in his direction before leaving the place.
The next time you met Jughead, it was a causality or maybe meant to be, you found Jughead crying inside a phone booth, you opened the door and Jughead stared at you in silence until you slowly and awkwardly put your arms around him, pulling him into a hug, after a few moments he seemed to relax and hugged you back softly.
You offered to take him to Pop’s since you knew that was his safe place, so when you got there he leaned his head onto the window, his eyes puffy from all the crying, you didn’t said a single word, you just sat there next to him.
You weren’t sure of what to do, you didn’t were a social person, you didn’t have friends so you didn’t know how to confort someone, your gaze fell on the hand next to you, and without really thinking about it, you put your hand on top of his.
After a few seconds of feeling his cold skin against yours, you decided to slowly lock it with his in a gentle squeeze.
Jughead lifted his head up at the sensation, when his gaze fell on your hands he smiled weakly, he examined the small scars on your hand and ran his thumb across them.
A shiver ran down your spine, the feeling was oddly reassuring, it felt nice, so you let it be, enjoying the moment.
But that moment ended when the bell of the restaurant ringed, announcing someone’s entrance; the people that entered where Jughead’s friends, at the sight of you they all shared puzzled looks, specially because you were wearing your Serpent jacket.
Betty looked at you and you suddenly felt uncomfortable “I better leave you alone” you said standing up but a hold on your hand stopped you, you turned your gaze towards the raven boy, his eyes were pleading for you to stay by his side
“Stay” he said in a low voice, you bit your lip “Please” he said, you sighed and finally sat back down
Everyone awkwardly sat on the booth and as if it couldn’t get worse, Betty sat in front of you.
Everything was a mess, F.P was on jail, Jughead was now on Southside High and about to move to a foster home and since F.P was in jail he made clear he wanted you on charge, it took you by surprise, but you proudly agreed.
A week ago you went to visit F.P and his words were still on your head
“Take care of my boy Y/N, keep him on track for me”
So, after a lot of calls and pulling some strings, you were also transferred to Southside High. You were scared to be honest, but you needed to keep Jughead safe, of course he could take care of himself, you were there just to remember him who he was.
The Jubilee ended a few hours ago and the Serpents decided to go see Jughead, you bagged on the door several times until the door was open, the surprise on his face was obvious.
“Hey, we found out your dad hasn’t said any names” one of the boys started out “…and we wanted to let you know that no matter what happens to him, we got your back” he smiled at the words
“Serpents take care of their own” you smiled and his eyes light up at the sight of you “This is yours if you want it” you said handing him the leather jacket, he took it and nodded before putting it on, a big smile plastered on his lips “Looks good, boss” you said
“Juggy?” You heard Betty’s voice inside the caravan, she looked at you and then at Jughead, she looked hurt, betrayed even.
“I’ll see you at school” you said before walking out the place, after that uncomfortable encounter the Serpents dropped you off at your place, you closed the door behind you, letting out a deep breath
“Y/N is that you?” Your sister’s soft voice called out, you couldn’t help but smile
“Yeah kiddo” you said and not long after that you heard her loud steps walking towards the door, at the sight of you she squealed in joy
“I missed you!” She said happily hugging you, you felt all your worries wash away
“I missed you too Holls” you said kissing her cheek and put her up to place her on your hip
Between the Serpents, the new school and his book Jughead barely saw Betty and his friends and as they drifted apart, you two grew closer, since you had to take care of Holly too you would sometimes bring her to the bar, of course everyone avoided being spotted drinking by the little girl.
Right now you were pool with Jughead as Holly sat on a table near, having the best view, you focused on the bright red ball, if you managed to get it in you would win the game, you took a few seconds before finally making your move and luckily, the ball did go in
“Looks like I won” you said walking over to him, he laughed
“2 out of 3?” He teased
“That’s what losers say” you joked sitting on the pool table, he laughed and raised an eyebrow
“That hurt my ego” you smiled and tapped his chest jokingly
“You’ll get over it” you both smiled and Jughead stepped closer, making his way through your legs, his eyes never leaving yours, he slowly placed his hand on your lower back under your Serpent jacket, bringing you even closer, he stared at your lips until his eyes were closed, finally your lips locked together and you melted in his embrace
For Jughead this was a whole new discovery, for a moment everything seemed so far away, time was going slower, when his lips found yours you confidently kissed him back, putting one arm around his neck, pulling him down, the hand that was on your lower back gripped onto you tighter and his other hand lifted up your leg to his hip.
His ministrations were so firm, determined and you didn’t remembered one time in your whole life something felt like that, it was almost overwhelming, it was like a teenager trying drugs for the first time, it was so intense you needed more.
“Juggy?” You heard a low voice say, both of you froze in your place, knowing perfectly who was there, Jughead turned to her, the tears were filled up in her eyes, the betrayal and amusement written all over her face.
He slowly pulled away from you to look at his girlfriend, when you saw her face guilt ran all over you, what were you thinking? He had a girlfriend and for her you were nothing more than a slut, and that’s exactly how you felt, like a shameless slut.
“Betty…” he whispered, she shook her head, a few tears running down her cheeks as she ran out of the place, Jughead came after her and when you watched him leave you felt your heart breaking, but you took a deep breath and put an unreadable expression as you turned to everyone
“You saw nothing” you called out firmly and everyone turned back to what they were doing, you walked over to your little sister and picked her up, then you went inside the bathroom and placed her on the floor.
The knot on your throat was unbearable, you put your hands on either sides of the sink and looked down at it letting your tears fall as you held tighter onto it, your breathing became heavier
“Please don’t cry” your little sister pleaded and you laughed before sniffing your nose and turn to her, cracking a smile
“I’m alright, kiddo, I just… need to cool off” you explained and she came over to you, lifting her arms up
“Need a hug?” She asked sweetly and you couldn’t help but smile and nod before lifting her up and hugging her tightly “I love you” she whispered on your ear and you let out a deep breath nodding to yourself
“I love you too Holly”
Hi, your bughead writing is really good and it always makes me smile! I was wondering if you could write one about 5 times people doubt their relationship, and each time they prove it's real? Thank you for your hard work!
Hey anon thank you so much aaahhhh!! Alright, since I wanted to do this prompt justice, it turned out quite a bit longer than my usual drabbles… ANYWAYS here is some bughead with disbelieving friends. As always, cute & fluffy
“So Betty,” Reggie’s form leans over hers as she gathers books from her locker.
He has one arm supporting him on the lockers and the other runs through his hair, “You free tonight? You still haven’t had a cup of what Reggie’s serving.” The smug grin on his face falls when Betty laughs and an arm falls across her shoulders.
“Hey Reginald,” Jughead gives a small wave with his free arm, “is what your serving any good? I’m feeling kind of peckish,” Jughead finishes his point by giving Betty a peck on the cheek.
“Oh please, you two?” Reggie gestures between them with a disgruntled look in his face.
“Yes Reg,” Betty smiles, “so if you want to join us and the rest of the gang, we will be at Pops later tonight,” she shuts her locker, pulling lightly on Jughead’s sweater to get him to follow her to class as he was still giving Reggie the stink-eye.
“What has you in a mood?” Betty asks, changing their position to hold hands. Jughead looks down at their hands together then back up to Betty, thinking on it a moment. “I know we told Archie, but I think he thinks it was a joke,” Jughead says and Betty laughs, then gets more serious.
“Now that you say it, Veronica didn’t believe me either,”
“We should break it to them,”
“What do you want to do to get them to believe us?” Betty looks up at him as the stop outside the classroom.
“Well, we have science now,” Jughead holds back a smile, “let’s show them some chemistry,” he deadpans.
Almost immediately after they enter the classroom-
“Hey Betty over here!” Veronica calls Betty over to her lab station. Betty exchanges a look with Jughead as they walk towards an open station.
“Betty is with me,” Jughead says with a grin, sitting down beside her and hooking an arm around her waist. Betty blushes at the possessive gesture and nods towards Veronica.
“Alright then, I’ll be with Mr. Late I guess. You guys coming to Pops tonight?” Veronica responds, clearly missing what they are trying to say. Jughead’s thumb starts to brush up and down on Betty’s side.
“Yeah, I’m going with Juggie,” Betty awkwardly touches his face, but it turns into a light caress and now Jughead is blushing slightly.
Veronica looks over now, “Ohhh,” she smiles, “so you were being serious,” she looks happy about this, “you two are the epitome of cuteness, jeez.”
Betty and Jughead laugh as they relax in their seats for class.
Archie bursts into class a good ten minutes late, and takes the seat beside Veronica.
After he is settled in for class, Jughead leans over towards him and whispers, “You know I’m with Betty right?”
“I have eyes,” Archie says, and Jughead breathes out, relieved, “you guys are lab partners today, we will be tomorrow, it’s alright pal,” Archie continues and and Jughead groans, frustrated.
Betty leans over, “Ronnie, make it clear for him please,” and Veronica nods.
Veronica grabs Archie’s face from where it is looking at the other pair and brings it to face hers, “Archiekins, they are together,” she says, “as in dating.”
Archie turns his head as much as he can in Veronica’s grasp and looks at Betty and Jughead who are smiling sheepishly, “Cool.”
Although they are in the same class and sit in the same area, Kevin had missed this entire exchange as he was caught up in the supply closet… with Moose.
Because of this, Jughead and Betty were surprised when he approached them after class.
“Betty,” Kevin starts, Betty and Jughead share an amused glance, “I heard that you and,” he gestures to Jughead, “are an item.” He finishes before crossing his arms.
“Well you just missed us running through a field of flowers towards each other,” Jughead deadpans, and Betty nudges him.
Both Betty and Kevin are giving him looks now. Kevin’s being disbelief and Betty’s being ‘cut it out but yes that was funny’.
Betty can Jugheads annoyance and pulls him into a side hug, “Seriously Kev,” she kisses Jughead’s cheek to illustrate her point, “we are together.”
She feels Jughead soften against her as Kevin says, “okay,” then takes of down the hall without another word.
Betty calls out after him, “you’re coming to Pops right?”
Without turning around Kevin replies, “yep!”
Jughead relaxes his embrace from where he was holding Betty so instead he has his arm around her as they make their way down the hall towards the hall where their lockers are.
Betty feels Jughead get tense again, “what is it?”
Jughead is silent for a moment before he responds, “why is no one believing us today?”
Betty pokes him with a small smile, “maybe we are just too good to be true,” then kisses him on the cheek once again, feeling him relax once more. Jughead gives her a halfhearted grin before she continues, “meet me out front so you can walk me to Pops.”
The gang is all at Pops, sprawled between two booths. Some of the teens are standing, some leaning over the barrier between the booths, and a few are sitting. Of the few sitting, Betty and Jughead share the bench of one of the booths, Betty leans into Jughead who has his arm around her.
The bell of the front entrance rings out, signalling the arrival of one Cheryl Blossom.
Her eyes go directly to the pair on the side of the booth as she stalks towards the group.
“Am I to believe that Cooper finally found a guy to take her?” She quips, making Jughead tense up, “what are you paying him,” she looks down to his plate, “hamburgers?”
Betty freezes, and Jughead has had enough of this.
“Nope,” he says loudly, “not paying me,” he stares Cheryl down, waiting for her to ask what he thinks she is going to.
“Prove it,” she says.
That’s all the permission he needs.
He rests a hand on Betty’s face, turning it towards his own, the other snaking around her back. He lowers his face, pressing his lips against hers. Betty, no longer frozen, grips the front of his sweater in an effort to bring him closer, and changes the angle of the kiss. The world fades away for a moment, nothing but the glide of their lips against one another, and the slightest brush of tongue. Then they hear a cough and break apart abruptly, both of them blushing furiously. PDA was never either of their things.
“Well, I guess I believe you for sure now,” Kevin says, avoiding eye contact. Cheryl rolls her eyes and leaves to get her order, a few of the gang nodding along to Kevin’s comment and Veronica giving them a thumbs up. Betty slides off of where she had moved nearly completely into Jughead’s lap and curls her hair behind her ears. Jughead grabs her hand and intertwined their fingers. Betty looks to him to see him looking at her, and they smile.
“Here’s your malts,” Pop drops the tray off on the table without missing a beat, about to leave when Jughead starts talking to him.
“By the way Pop, me and Betty are together,” Jughead says, grinning up at the man that makes his favourite hamburger.
“I know, it’s been a while hasn’t it?’ Pop replies, and Jughead squawks. Pop taps his nose with a knowing smile, “I know everything,” before he walks away.
A/N: a little horse-y drabble I wrote recently. It’s sorta based on me (cringing as I wrote that) (I sort of hate myself for this) (gonna go hide) and my favorite horse. That’s why there are specifics like hair and eye color. Sorry. More parts, maybe? I have some ideas for it.
Warning: Will contain Angst and Smut in other chapters; POV changes in some chapters.
The look on his face told you he needed those papers asap but you knew they were nowhere in sight. Mark let out a deep sigh. “You don’t have them, do you?” He said with a curious look on his face. Finally, you stepped out from under the desk, still not making full eye contact with Mark who single-handedly gained the attention from everyone.
Mark smirked putting the back of his hand to his mouth trying to contain his laughter but eventually, that didn’t work he let out a laugh that stunned everyone in the office. You let out a nervous chuckle yourself trying to figure out what was so funny. Suddenly, he started to calm down wiping the tears from his eyes. “Ah, Y/N you sure are interesting, well since you do not have the papers then Im going to need you to stay overtime and readjust them for me before tomorrow morning.”
Overtime? You hadn’t even been working for a week and you were already making mistakes. It wasn’t like it was your fault Somi didn’t send them over. “Yes, sir! I will get them to you right away.” Mark looked at you and then turned around to face the other employees which they returned to doing their own work.
Once Mark walked back into his office you sat back behind your desk remembering that Somi also sent Jaebum’s schedule for the remainder of the week. Scrolling through his schedule you came across today which he was busy with meetings and tomorrow was the corporate party.
“Cooperate party.” You said to yourself softly.
Looking at your watch the time had just turned to 11 P.M and you were almost done finishing up the papers for Mark that Somi had forgotten. Luckily, she emailed them to you so you wouldn’t have to start from scratch. Starting to get sleepy you thought you would take a little nap before completing the final page to the report.
As soon as you rest your head on your desk, the sound of a door opening would cut your nap short. Who would be walking in to work at such a late hour? The sound of footsteps grew closer to your desk when finally, the person came out from the shadows.
“Y/N, what are you doing here so late?”
“Jaebum…. I mean Mr. Im!” You stood up quick and gave an even quicker bow”. He smirked and motioned you to come into his office. He turned on the light and sat his things down on his desk. That’s when it hit you, here you were again alone in his office.
“I couldn’t find the papers that Mr. Tuan requested so he asked me to stay overtime.” You said sheepishly.
“I see…” he said in a low voice. “well you have worked hard enough, you can take your leave for today.” He turned around smiling but you could tell he was obviously tired from today’s work schedule.
“Thank you but can I ask you a question before I go? Immediately his demeanor shifted interested in what you were about to ask him.
“Of course, Y/N, what is it?” Jaebum leaned against his desk folding his arms giving you his full attention.
“I saw in your schedule that there is a corporate party tomorrow evening and I wanted to know if you wanted me to accompany you.”
“As a matter of fact, I do,” Jaebum said causing your heart to race. You didn’t think he would agree, or even consider it.
“I think this will be a good opportunity for you to get to know more of the people who work at this company and get a real start to becoming an assistant. Jaebum walked to his massive closet located in a hidden door and pulled out a clothes hanger bag.
“I’ve had this hand picked out for you since there is no work tomorrow because of the cooperate party I’ll come pick you up at 5 pm.”
“Sounds good.” You said before leaving and closing the doors to his office, letting out a sigh of relief as every time you go in there was nerve wracking but this time he didn’t try anything. You raised your hand to your heart feeling the quick pace of your heart beat. Shaking your head you snapped out of it and went home.
Since today was the day of the corporate party and there was no work you decided to help out at the café before it was time to get ready. It felt as if you never stopped working at the café which was nice. “Why aren’t you working today, don’t tell me you got fired,” Yugyeom said while nudging your arm.
“Me? Fired? Never!” you said in a sarcastic tone causing you and Yugyeom to burst out laughing. “Today is their annual corporate party that everyone must attend, it’s supposedly very extravagant that everyone dresses up for too.” You didn’t want to tell Yugyeom that Jaebum was going to be your date though you would just be doing assistant work the whole time.
“I see, so you are going to wear a dress to this event? Yugyeom teased.
“No, I’m going in a pair of overalls yugyeomie.” Lightly pushing him to the side.
“Look, all jokes aside I’m sure you will look beautiful Y/N. Hey- Y/N I wanted to ask you something-“
The chime to the entrance rings twice and we both look up to see Mark and Somi in the doorway. Mark is wearing a casual outfit compared to his usual suits he wears at work.
“Everyone was talking about this is where you use to work but I didn’t think it was true,” Somi said while eyeing the place looking amused. You were still upset with her because of how you were now perceived by Mark.
“Yeah, I try to work here when I have time but I worked here full time before I worked at our company now.” Somi looked at you not really caring for the back story.
“Y/N and I actually met here late at night isn’t that right Y/N?” Then Somi and Yugyeom shot looks at Mark and back at me which left me speechless. I can’t say no because it is true.
“I have your paperwork in a flash drive I need to give you let me get that for you.” Escaping to the back you start to freak out because you didn’t want anyone to know what happened. Once you got the flash drive and walked to the front both Mark and Somi were gone. Yugyeom sat on one of the stools looking out the window.
“Yugyeom where did they go I was going to give him the…” Yugyeom looked like he was pondering something like he was deep in thought when he turned to look at me with a look of realization.
(If you are still doing these if not ignore me ) being pete dunne's valet would include ? ❤️
- he’s demanding and callous, so don’t expect a lot of thank yous
- during ring entrances, he’s almost always got his arm draped over your shoulder or waist
- don’t be surprised if he sweeps you into a kiss or pulls you in to bite at your jawline
- he puts you in charge of holding his title belt… for reasons
- Pete needs you to hold on to it to clock people on the head when they’re not looking and because he likes how his gold looks on you
- if something goes amiss, he’s quick to blame you and it’s not unusual for him to yell and scream at you at ringside
- Heaven help his opponents who turn their attention to you mid match. There’s no faster way for Pete to attempt to break someone’s jaw than them going after you
- even if he takes out his frustrations on you sometimes, he needs to make sure your attention is on him at all times
- he’s especially fond of how you fuss over him after a match if he’s a little sore, sometimes even exaggerating his “injury” to get you to come play nurse
Three weeks, it’s been since I’ve laid eyes on her, and she doesn’t even know me. Just my name, and only because we share the same class together. I wish I could talk to her. I mean she’s all I could think about in the past twenty one days, since I first laid eyes on the work of art she is, a masterpiece even. She looks like an angel, descending out of the heavens. And she was, my saving angel. And she had no idea who I was, but I wish she did. I wish I could just stand up, and tell her how beautiful she is. But I couldn’t. I could, if I was like my brother. Ethan, was always a ladies man. Sweeping any girl straight off of her feet. Instantaneously making her fall for him. But me on the other hand, I was shy, awkward, weird. Everything Ethan isn’t. We mirror each other exactly, identical twins. But Ethan, even though we share near the same personality. Hid it. Put on a front. No one but me knew the real Ethan. The real Ethan, was me. Depressed, lost in his darkest thoughts, awkward and brooding. That Ethan left. He left me, our mom, dad, the world. He was just a piece of meat now. Letting anything release his pain. Whether if it was drugs, alcohol, sex, anything to release him from the hell on earth we have the joy to live in. But, y/n. She was the break from hell. Every, miniscule thing she did, whether it was check her books, getting lost into the words she read. That was something I noticed about her. She wasn’t like most girls at this school, who spend every waking moment partying directly after school. She went into the usually empty library, and read. For what felt like hours and hours. No, I’m not stalking her. I just happen to stay afterschool as well, to paint in the large art room, that is homed here. But, I do happen to know her class schedule. And, I just happen to see her exit, around the time I do. Which is around five thirty. Ok, maybe I started leaving at that time because of her. And, I’ve been observing her class schedule. Memorizing it, just so I can see her, for maybe five seconds. But those five seconds, bring a light, to my black and white days. Giving them color. Turning the black and white, into pastel greens and yellows. The beauty that is y/n, supplying my mind, with gorgeous masterpieces. You know how I accidentally drew her In class? And painted her in my bedroom. Well, that’s all my art has been, her. Nothing else, she’s my muse. She’s my everything, I don’t know hwy. I cant even put a finger on it. Ever since I placed my hazel eyes on her beauty. But, I cant talk to her. I just, I need to save her. Save her from myself. From the destruction I bring everywhere I go. I’m worthless, she’s priceless. But, today. Today, didn’t go as routine. As, I walked into the art room. Empty as usual. No one really stayed behind after school, usually just me, y/n, and this kid named Malcolm. The only one I cared about was y/n. But, as I spent my hours, painting, her. By now, I know her features by memory. Not even thinking about the next stroke. Just, knowing her features like they’re my own. Her, soft, features, that graced the canvas as if they belonged there in the first place. As, I continued the art that is y/n, the door opened. I didn’t even notice it, too lost in my artwork. “Hey, Grayson right?” I heard an angelic voice speak, as she tapped my shoulder. Frightening me. Causing me to spill all of my paint on the canvas. Well, thank god, since It was a portrait of her, and now it was unidentifiable. “Oh, my god! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you ruin your art!” she gasped aloud. “Oh, it’s okay. And, y/n? Right.” I replied, knowing the answer too well. I could identify her voice from miles away, As, I’d been observing her from afar, as a priceless sculpture in a museum, that you can only see, not touch. She was, nothing less than perfect., and I doubt she even knew it. “Oh, yea. We’ve been bumping into each other a lot, and you seem nice. So I was wondering if I could ask for a small favor?” she spoke through angelic lips. Almost making me jump, from how gorgeous she sounded. Like a symphony, the most organized, pristine symphony coming from the heavens. “Oh? A favor. Well, depends on what it is?” I replied, just to sound casual. So she wouldn’t notice how much I, love her. Woah, I’ve never said that. About anyone, anything, except my art. “Well, I’m currently failing art. Bad, so I was wondering well. You’re the most talented artist in the school. And Mr.Meyers recommended help from you. So, possibly, do you think you could teach me?” she asked. Oh my god. I’m legitimately trying not to leap in joy. Or crawl into my skin. As, I knew. This wouldn’t be anything, just an artistic boy, helping a student. “Oh, yea I’d love to. When do you need help?” I asked, trying to tone down my excitement. Replying in my usual, low, depressed voice. “Oh, well. Is now okay? At the coffee shop across here? Of course if you aren’t busy.” “Oh, well. I was just about to leave. So now would be great, just let me wash my hands up.” I lied, knowing I was nowhere near done. But, anything for her. Hell, I’d drop anything for her, just to be near her. After I had washed the dark hues of paint, from my rather large hands. I walked through the exit doors of the room. Surprised to see her, waiting against the wall, for me. “Hey, you know you could’ve waited for me at the coffee house right?” I stated. But, glad she decided to stay. “Oh, yea. I didn’t want to leave you alone here. Figured you needed company to walk to there, plus. We’ve never talked before, so I’d like to get to know you a bit.” She spoke, lips curling up into a light smile. A smile that drove me ballistic. Currently, I was keeping a calm composure. Well on the outside. Inside, that’s a different story. Stomach, flooded with butterflies. Trying not to smile from ear to ear. But, apparently, the smile wasn’t hid too well. As, she commented on it as we walked the short path to our destination. “Hey, Grayson? Is that a smile I see?” she spoke playfully, tapping my shoulder lightly. Damn it. “Oh, yea, sorry.” I said, not knowing why I even apologized. I just, everything I do. Feels like I am just wasting space. Wasting air, that could be used for someone with worth. Someone with a purpose on this earth. Someone like, y/n. I just, fill space. Worth nothing. No one could love me, it wasn’t possible. I couldn’t be loved. “Sorry! Dude, you have a really nice smile!” she laughed out. Which, immediately made me blush, hard. Harder than I’d like to admit. Like an idiot even, and she noticed, giggling slightly. As we neared our destination, centimeters away from the door, I opened it for her. Hearing the slight ring of the entrance bell. “Hey, I’ll grab you something my treat! What do you drink?” she asked, making my heart flutter with every word spoke. “Um, black, please.” I replied. You see, everything in my world was black, and white. As, she bought our coffees, I set up everything we would need to help her improve her art skills. A simple piece of charcoal, pencil, and paper. All quite old and cheap, as they either come from dollar stores or classrooms. My parents, well never believed in my art, so I had to fen for myself when it came to that aspect of my life, or any aspect of it. Making me feel so small, in a world so large. Wishing, I could have just an ounce of parental love. But, that was never the case. Constantly getting belittled by my mother, beaten by my father, words of hatred flooded to me by my brother. If he decided to speak to me. “So, Mr. Picasso, where do we start?” y/n said, taking a seat next to me. I didn’t even realize she was done getting our drinks. “Oh, well. First, you have to get the outline perfect. Wait, what did you need to draw?” “Well, I have to create, a self portrait for Meyers. Do you think you could help?” she asked hopefully, Little did she know, I could draw her with my eyes closed. Embarrassingly enough, but it was true. “Okay. So, you need to start with the shape of your head. Make sure it doesn’t look misshapen or anything.” “Ok, like this?” she spoke softly, concentrating on her work. As she drew, a well football shaped head. That looked, well to put It lightly, like shit. But, she somehow still, made me think it looked perfect. It was like an illusion to me, anything and everything touched by her, turned to gold. “May I show you first?” looking at her, eyes filled with frustration, lips curled into a slight frown, lips I imagined on mine, lips I can only dream of kissing.“Yea, I think you better. It looks terrible.” She said voice filled with disappointment. Something I knew well. “Here, you just need to make it less wide. A little taller. More, heart shaped like your face is.” Her expression, full of shock from my knowledge. She began to draw once more, getting it right this time. Printing, her gorgeous features onto a page. Like I did, As we neared the end, only needing to work on the head, and eyes really. She was done. And I hoped the time would never end. “Oh, here’s your notebook back, thanks for helping.” She said. Handing me the notebook, hand brushing mine slightly. A feeling, I would never forget. Her hands feeling like the purest of silk, brushing against mine. The hands that have held pain. The hands that have crossed a blade, against myself. Because of the immense pain I lived with. The hand, I wanted her to hold. The hand I wanted to protect her with, hold her. Touch her with. And I couldn’t, she wasn’t mine. We just talked for the first time that day. She didn’t even know I existed on this earth until a teacher mentioned me. “So, since we’re done. How about we get to know each other a little bit.” She spoke, words grazing my ears like a sweet buttercream, coating my mind with the thoughts of her, I’d be lying if I said she made me speechless the truth is, she makes me so weak, my tongue forgets what language to speak in. “Nothing really. I’m not interesting at all. All I really do these days, is paint, draw.” I spoke. “No, there has to be something. Any girlfriends?” she asked. I’ve actually never even had a girlfriend. “No, what about you? Any special guys?” I asked, hoping I didn’t sound too creepy. “Well, there’s one actually. I think he’s your brother actually. Ethan?” she spoke. Instantly making my blood boil with rage. But, he didn’t know my feelings. No one did. I kept them bottled up, no one to see. Only to discover, if you were brave enough. “Oh yea, he’s my twin actually.” “Oh! Cool, well I’m going to meet him at your house, Saturday. Maybe I’ll see you then!” she bubbled out. Beginning to stand from her seat. ‘’I’m sorry, I have to go right now. Curfews in twenty minutes. But I’ll see you Saturday?” she asked. “Yea, see you then.” I replied. Staring coldly at the now empty cup. That held my coffee. Staring at my hand, that had touched her for mere milliseconds. The shoulder, that had been tapped numerous times by her. And my brother. Own fucking brother! Was dating her apparently. He could’ve picked any other girl, he always did. But, the girl he happened to pick, happened to be my angel, the girl that gave me light, dare I say happiness. I just wish, for a split second even. That was me, I could say the honor of being y/ns boyfriend. But, I couldn’t because, that was now Ethan’s title. No, I wasn’t going to say anything. I never did. All I could do now, is draw. Draw her, my secret love, my muse.
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Kaneki often found himself cracking open Hide’s bedroom door, his eye and dull yellow hallway light were the only things that pared through the small thin gap. This occurrence happened during late night after he experienced night and nightmares. Not too long ago, Hide had came back into his life after Touka and Amon revealed that Hide was in fact alive. Oh, how awkward it was to see Kaneki break down and sob hysterically when they told him that he did not kill his best friend. Kaneki pestered them about meeting with Hide again, following them and badgering them with the same questions: “Is it a good time to see him now?” “When you last saw him, how did he look?” “Can you tell me when I can see him again?” Touka and Amon simply told him that Hide was preoccupied with things and could not meet until later.
However, it wasn’t too long before Kaneki found himself in Hide’s life again. Kaneki had been discussing something with Tsukiyama before the soft ringing of the entrance bell distracted him, eyes lazily glancing at the door and back to Tsukiyama then, with wide eyes, quickly back to the door. Getting up abruptly and knocking over his stool, Kaneki dashed towards the one who had just entered and tackled him, taking both of them down.
“HIDE!” Kaneki wailed and cried, effectively smearing his tears and snort all over Hide’s face.
After, Kaneki spent most of his night in Kaneki’s bed, catching up on what they have been doing these last couple of years while hiding some of their own horrific experiences. In time, Kaneki thought he should give Hide space and decided to sleep in his own room from then on. However, nightmares started to invade Kaneki’s dreams, able to only be at peace after he went to go check on Hide after waking up each time.
There were times when he sneaked into Hide’s room and felt his pulse. He’s alive, he thought in relief after holding his breath.
“When she reflects, years after, Bernie realises that the first favour she ever asked of Serena was to help her hide the body.
The day is the tenth of November. Around four O’clock, one might guess, from the lines around her eyes and the coffee gripped tight by a hand with glossy dark nails: Shiraz red with little chips around the edges.
The woman breathed out through identically painted lips, a little wisp of smoke, yellowed by poor lighting, made it’s escape for the roof past the rouge congealing in the bitten-down cracks in her lips.
A pretty face, Bernie thinks.
A breeze causes the brass bell in the entrance to ring a hollow, tinny sound.
She puts her wallet down on the counter.
“So, how much?”
To her surprise, the brunette seems entirely unphased by her bluntness, instead, looks up from her novel and produces a voice somewhat comparable to running one’s fingertip over solid ice.
“I haven’t got long, just name a price.”
“I said it depends.”
“You do know that there are other suppliers.”
“Yes - and that I can offer you what they can’t ensure: subtlety.”
“I’ll give you twenty for the new one and another ten for your silence, how’s that?”
A clock ticks. A decision is made.
In one fluid movement, this woman glanced down at the creature on her desk, a dulling Orange, mouth open, eyes bulging and snatched it off the counter by the precise knot tied at the tip of its plastic bag.
“I can get a replacement goldfish in for tomorrow - but you’ll have to come up with something to tell your son until then. However, if he comes in here, my lips will be sealed.”
The deal is done, the money exchanged. On that foggy autumn afternoon, neither shopkeeper nor customer could ever have known where their newfound alliance would take them.
am so ready for Naomi to lose her title, even if it is to Lana. She’s
been a boring champion, and she’s still sloppy in the ring. Sure, her
entrance is cool, but it doesn’t make up for the fact that the only
characterization she has is that she wants to snatch a lot of people
You were currently preparing dishes for the cafe, where you were currently employed. Your boss, Ms. Cass set out to a convention and put you in charge for the next couple days. Your boss’ nephews stuck to themselves and you took care of the shop. Occasionally Tadashi would come and help out. Your nimble fingers sliced the freshly washed strawberries when you heard the bell above the main entrance ring. Your eyes needn’t meet the newcomer for you already knew who it was. “Hey (Name)!” “”Hello Tadashi.” You smiled all-knowingly. You found it quite amusing how Tadashi decided greet you through the cafe’s door. You had recently moved to separating the egg whites from the yolks as Tadashi leaned against the counter next to you. You grabbed the stick of butter and began to butter the cups. “So, what are you making today?” He smiled up at you, which you returned gracefully. You wouldn’t admit it, but you secretly loved the fact that Tadashi would waste his time on having a conversation with you, even if it wasn’t vivid. The idea suddenly made you feel flustered and you desperately prayed he didn’t notice the new tint of your cheeks. “Strawberry souffle.” You managed to say with an acceptable amount of confidence. His smile brightened, your cheeks continued to glow. You reached for the sugar and dumped an acceptable amount into the cups. You then began to move the cups around so that the sugar stuck to the inside. “Can I help?” This surprised you. Never has Tadashi asked to assist. On a normal day when Ms. Cass would be away, he would simply pass through, then come down later to exchange a significant amount of words until you had to close shop and go home. But now he was offering to help. This meant that this wouldn’t just be a simple conversation. Your cheeks were flaming, and you had to gulp to swallow the embarrassment and say a quick ‘yeah’ before it was too late because you were swallowed up by your thoughts. “Great, what can I do?” “You can.. beat the egg whites.” You said hesitantly and quickly gave him the bowl of egg whites and the hand mixer. You suddenly felt the need to be a few feet away from him, just in case you accidentally made a complete fool of yourself because the vicinity between the two of you would be driving you insane. You took your time to put the strawberries in another bowl and add the needed sugar. All that was left was to wait.
Summary: Bucky and you meet at a wedding. You promise to spend just that one night together and then never see each other again. But after one of the best nights of your life, will you be able to just walk away? (Based on various HIMYM episodes which focus on Ted’s and Victoria’s relationship).
Bucky pulled at his hair,
frustrated beyond belief as Clint and Natasha both looked on in pity. He had
been utterly stupid, had let the girl of his dreams slip through his fingers,
too entranced to tell her no, to deny her of every request she presented to him
the night before.
“W-We can find her!” Clint
“Clint, this is New York City,”
groaned out Bucky. “It’s like looking for a needle in a haystack.”
Another boring day passed by as you sat in the flower shop, playing a game with the pens that sat by the cash register; none of your coworkers showed up for what seemed to be the fifth day in a row. Even the manager hadn’t come in for his shift, which was shocking considering that he had a reputation, proudly telling everyone that he had never missed a day of work in his life. You wondered why you were there, gently spritzing water onto the petals of the rosebush you were tending to at the moment, when all of your coworkers had bailed out before they even arrived.
In your mind, you knew that everything happened for a reason; it was fate, or destiny, maybe. It was fate that you were there, alone in the store with no one to talk to but the flowers that littered every inch of the small shop, tending to them with the gentlest touch, in fear of ripping a pedal off or breaking a stem. You knew it was fate that you had found that puppy yesterday, and that you had ran into it’s owner in front of the pet shop before you could take it home. You believed in fate, even when it was bestowed in the smallest of things.