So… half the chapter is gonna be devoted to Payton and Frank fighting because he’s a hall monitor who won’t stand up to Isa and she’s a cheerleader who actively cheered against him in the game, while my MC, literally in the same situation with Caleb, doesn’t even get to talk to him this chapter? I thought they’d at least write 1 or 2 lines of dialogue about it, but no scene with him whatsoever? smh.
On the Coastal Tip of Jamaica, actress Candice Patton stands barefoot in a sheer yellow dress before settling turquoise waters. Her arms sway back and forth as the Caribbean air billows through the thigh-high slit. She gives the camera a small smile as the sun radiates off her skin and the tide tiptoes towards the shore. The Instagram boomerang I’m glancing at has now been viewed over 200,000 times by her 1.2 million-user following.
It’s mid-June; a median between two milestones in Candice’s life - two weeks before her 29th birthday, and two weeks after the Season 3 finale of The Flash aired in homes nationwide. The superhero fiction show, based on the DC Comics character of the same name, stars Candice as Iris West, opposite Grant Gustin as the titular hero, Barry Allen. In the last three years, The Flash has garnered over 15 awards, with Candice herself most recently winning a Saturn Award for “Best Supporting Actress on Television”. It makes sense that CBS Watch! Magazine would send her over to the Caribbean for a photoshoot.
The CW star calls me from her residence in Los Angeles on a Friday afternoon, after her trip in Jamaica. I expect her to sound exhausted from her jet setting, but she’s not. To my astoundment, there’s a lot on her mind. I come to realize that, unlike Iris West, Candice Patton is equipped with a power of her own.
request: Hello! I was hoping you could do
a Jughead imagine where him and the reader are pre-relationship and the reader
confesses their love almost every day but Jug is too caught up in his writing
to notice? (Bonus if the other parts of the CoreFour are involved). Thanks!
Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader
Description: Everyday (Y/N)
confesses her feelings for Jughead but they’re never heard
Warnings: one swear word
Word count: 1,201
A/N: ahh everyone thank you so much for all the kind
responses to my first imagine!! hope you enjoy!
We sat in our usual booth at Pop’s: him
feverishly writing his story and me staring at him as smitten as can be.
“Jughead?” I asked, glancing at the raven-haired
boy sitting across from me.
“Hmm?” he hummed, eyes remaining glued to the
“I just… I wanted to,” I paused for a moment,
taking a deep breath in. “I know we’ve
been friends for a while and that’s great, I love being your friend, but
sometimes I just think that… I don’t know, sometimes I want to be more.” He remained quiet, so I continued, “And if
you don’t feel the same that’s okay, I don’t want anything to ruin our
friendship.” I let out a big sigh and
looked up at Jughead. He was still
staring at his laptop. “Jughead!” I
exclaimed, causing him to jump slightly.
“What?” he asked.
My eyes widened.
“Did you not hear anything I just said?” I
inquired. Jughead’s eyebrows rose and he
bit his lip, breaking eye contact with me.
“I’m sorry, I was just really invested in my
story,” he apologized. I sighed and
shrugged, standing up.
“It’s fine, Jug, it wasn’t anything important,” I
assured him, grabbing my bag. “I’m gonna
head home, I have to work on my homework.”
He nodded and waved as I turned around and exited Pop’s. “Oh god,” I muttered under my breath as I
walked home, rubbing my temples.
Two days later, I found myself in the same
position: Jughead furiously typing and me preparing to confess my feelings.
“Jughead, I need to talk to you,” I said, more
demandingly than last time. Jughead
looked up from his laptop and nodded.
“Go ahead,” he said, then looked back down at his
“I-” Before I could start, Betty approached our
“Hey guys!” she greeted. I smiled, whereas Jughead kept his head
down. “Could I sit here with you guys?”
“Uh, yeah, of course,” I replied, scooching over
so she could sit next to me. She smiled
gratefully as she slid into the booth.
“Thanks, (Y/N). So what were you guys talking about before I
interrupted?” I bit my lip. Betty knew about my big crush on Jughead, all
of our friends knew. I glanced at her
and she nodded, understanding what I was trying to do. “Do you want me to leave?” she
whispered. I shook my head.
“No, no, you can stay.
Please, actually, I need the moral support.” She nodded and sat back in the booth. I sucked in a deep breath and started over, “So,
Jughead, as I was trying to say before, we’ve been friends for so long. But I like you. I’ve liked you for a while, and I even tried
to tell you a few days ago but you didn’t hear me. I just needed to tell you, and if you don’t
feel the same that’s fine. Just, please,
I want to at least stay friends with you no matter what.” Betty looked at me with a proud smile, subtly
sending me a thumbs up. Smiling back at
her, I turned to face Jughead.
“Jughead?” Betty asked, glancing between me and him. “Did you just hear what (Y/N) said?”
“Huh?” Jughead breathed, looking between me and Betty. “Betty, when’d you join us?” Betty and I exchanged a shocked glance, our eyes
wide and mouths agape. “What?”
“I’ve been here for five minutes,” Betty said, her voice
sharp. “Did you not hear anything (Y/N)
or I said?”
“Oh,” Jughead sighed.
“I did it again. I’m sorry, (Y/N). What were you trying to say?”
Betty started, “She was trying to tell you that she-”
“Has cheerleading practice tomorrow,” I interrupted
Betty. “I have cheerleading practice
tomorrow, and it’s gonna go pretty late, so I can’t meet you here tomorrow.” Betty cast me a disapproving glare, but
softened when I looked at her sadly.
Jughead, although usually clever and observant, did not notice this
“Okay,” he said, “that’s fine. You’ll still meet me here on Saturday though,
right?” I bit my lip, contemplating
making up an excuse. Quickly, I looked
to Betty for approval. She subtly
“Yeah of course,” I agreed cheerily. “Saturday.”
Jughead smiled and nodded. I
stood up and Betty followed suit, and we both exited the diner. Once we got outside, Betty stopped and turned
to look at me.
“What was that?” she whisper-yelled.
“I don’t know,” I groaned.
“It happened on Tuesday, too. He
never seems to hear me.”
“But you’re gonna try again, though,” she said. “Right?”
“I- I don’t know,” I sighed, and began walking. Betty followed suit. “I guess I’ll try again, but I don’t know,
maybe it’s not meant to be.”
“Not meant to be?” Betty repeated. “(Y/N), you and Jughead are, as Kevin likes
to say, endgame!” I laughed at the
terminology and shrugged, unable to think of a reply. “Please try, at least one more time.”
I assured her, “I’ll try.”
Two weeks later, I stood at my locker with Veronica and
Betty. Angrily, I slammed my locker
closed and then leaned up against it.
“It’s pointless!” I groaned, lightly banging my head against
the locker. “For two weeks I’ve tried,
two whole weeks! Every day, I go into
Pop’s and tell myself, ‘This is the day.’
Then I sit with him, build up the courage, and I tell him. And every day, he doesn’t hear me. Every fucking day!” Veronica and Betty both shook their heads.
“I can’t believe him,” Veronica seethed. “That’s ridiculous, he has to have heard you
at least once. He’s not deaf.” Betty nodded in agreement.
“Just try talking to him without his laptop,” Betty
suggested. “Make sure that he has no
distractions, just you and him.”
“Thank you,” I smiled.
“I’ll definitely do that tonight at Pop’s.”
“Why do it tonight,” Veronica drawled, looking past me, “when
you can do it now?” I turned around to
see Jughead down the hallway.
“Oh no,” I whined. “Not
now, not here.”
Ignoring my objections, Veronica called out, “Jughead!” He looked at us and nodded, walking over to
where we stood.
“Hey,” he greeted, leaning against the lockers next to me.
“Hi,” I smiled, twiddling with my fingers. Betty and Veronica exchanged smirks and edged
away from us, still remaining within earshot.
“Listen, I’ve been meaning to tell you something for a while and-”
“I know,” Jughead interrupted me. “And I never hear you. I know, I’m sorry.” I nodded, licking my lips.
“Yeah, it’s okay, I just feel like I should tell you now,
while I know I have your attention.”
Jughead laughed lightly. “I… I
like you, Jughead. More than friends.” Jughead’s eyes widened and I stopped. Every time he remained quiet at Pop’s I kept
going, but now I stopped, not knowing how to continue.
“You like me?” he asked.
“And you’ve been trying to tell me for two weeks?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. He
rubbed his face.
“Jesus,” he sighed. “I’m
“No, you’re not,” I told him. “I just- if you don’t feel the same way it’s
fine, but please don’t let this ruin our friendship. I couldn’t live with myself if-”
Request: a dom!jungkook smut when y/n is a cheerleader and he is like the
player of the sport and yeah they could like have the fun in the changing room~
Pairing: Dom!Jungkook, Football!Jungkook X Cheerleader!Reader
Summary: Y/n, best flyer on the cheerleading squad. Jungkook, best kicker
and scorer on the football team. What will happen when things get heated
between the two all because of something that he just spilled out of his mouth.
Interviewer: “How was it for you to watch [Dominique] play [Gooverly]? Was it weird to see?”
Kat: “No, it was great because anytime you’re working with someone quite a bit, it’s incredible to watch them transform into something else. Just to see their skill come in. Like her skill as an actress. To watch her get to pull another trick out of the bag. Same with the cheerleading and the singing that she does. I think it’s just amazing. And often times, because I get to play Nicole I get to just watch so it’s pretty great.” (x)
Well, When I first met Brooke Davis she had no idea who I was. Of course, everyone knew who she was. She was the most popular girl in school. She was head cheerleader, annoyingly pretty. Still is. And I used to wonder back then, “what it would be like to be friends with Brooke? “Would she make me popular? Would all the boys start asking me out?” And then one night, I got to hang out with Brooke all night. And, oh, she didn’t like my name, though, so she decided she was gonna give me a name that she did like, which ended up being Brooke. And from that moment, I knew that I wanted Brooke to be my friend, not because she was gonna make me popular and not because boys would start asking me out, but because I got a glimpse of the real Brooke, a girl with the biggest heart that I have ever known. And, you know, when you’re in High School, it’s not very easy to let people see who you really are. I could see it, though. It was in the eyes. So we became friends, and now she’s my best friend. We’ve been through so much together over the years. And our friendship is still growing. (..) I love you, Brooke Davis.
(i) aphrodite’s all bubblegum pink. long haired doe eyed. lovesick. cheerleader. she believes in love more then she believes in anything else in the whole world. her room is littered with romance novels. she knows the words to every love song ever written. she’s never known love though. the real kind. the heartbreaking soul crushing kind. but there’s a boy who shares the locker next to her. whose always angry his fists balled up in rage but when he looks at her his eyes turn gentle.
(ii) artemis is the definition of a feminist killjoy. she wears that badge with honour. she is the proud leader of a girl gang. leather jackets and combat boots. she’s all bruised knuckles and sharp words. she’s a child of the night. goddamn you should be afraid of her.
(iii) persephone’s spends all her free time in her garden. there are flowers on her windowsill. she always smells like roses. she doesn’t have a lot free time. her mother demeter’s a little overbearing. too demanding of perfection. she’s always talking about college applications. always worrying about the future. sometimes persephone feels suffocated by it all. but there’s a boy whose kind and good. a boy who her mother would never approve of.