shes nervous and looks like hell

Heaven

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Reader (Y/N Y/L/N)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: Jensen forgets an important day for the Reader and he tries to come up with a good way of apologizing.

Word Count: 2k-ish

Warnings: Fluff 

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @buckysmetallicstump‘s Disney Quote Challenge. My quote is bolded! I hope you guys like this! I’m still trying to get back into the groove of writing. I’m sorry if this isn’t up to par. *hides face* feedback is always welcomed!!



Eleven missed calls.

I knew I had screwed up when her phone went straight to voicemail after the third ring. She was avoiding my calls, that much I knew. I tried racking my brain, coming up blank with reasons for the cold shoulder she was giving me.

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No Inhibitions

I wanna follow where she goes, I think 
about her and she knows it.
Oh, I’ve been shaking, I love it when you go
crazy. You take all my inhibitions. 
You take me places that tear up
my reputation, manipulate my decisions.
Cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far. 
I know we’d be alright. If you were by my side and we 
stumbled in the dark, I know we’d be alright.


Tom had been lucky enough to meet [Y/N]. It had been at a party in downtown San Francisco, everyone under the sun was invited to that party. It was wild. People were stumbling through rooms, slurring their words, crawling down the stairs, slinging liquor around, and the music had been so loud, Tom could feel it in his bones every time his heart would beat. 

After some drinks were in his system, he came across the pretty singer lounging on the balcony. With all the liquid courage he had consumed, it was easy to talk to her and when they decided to meet up days later on sober accords, it was even better. 

She had shown him around her home. Took him to places he would have never seen or even bothered to go to. [Y/N] was a different kind of person with a different kind of life, and he enjoyed every bit of it. She was a singer, someone who took great pride in music and made it her life. [Y/N] knew all the best places to go for someone who had never experienced that kind of thing. He had a fun ride that week he stayed in San Francisco. Part of him, never wanting to leave and the other part wanting to take her with him back to London. Take her to his home, show her his kind of life. But with her about to embark on her first ever world tour, he knew he couldn’t. 

It had been a months since the two of them had last seen each other but it had only been a few days since they last spoke. They kept in touch, him finding parts of him he never knew about when he was talking with her. [Y/N] was a wild child and he loved it. She had no limitations and saw the world as her oyster. Tom really liked that about her, her ability to just do what she wanted because no one could tell her otherwise. She wasn’t afraid of anything.

[Y/N] didn’t care what the media thought of her or what kind of consequences her actions would have. She lived in the now. It was exhilarating to be involved with someone like that. All she did care about were her fans and what they thought of her. [Y/N] never wanted to disappoint her fans but just like Tom, they loved that she was carefree and erratic. 


“Very convenient that you live so close to home.” [Y/N] commented as Tom led her into his apartment. She looked around, chuckling to herself. It was obvious that a guy lived here. Not that it was messy but the lack of decor and reason gave it away. 

Tom gave a nervous chuckle, “Yeah, mum found it and I thought why the hell not.” He walked towards his kitchen, “Want a beer? I was actually going to move to Los Angeles.”  

[Y/N] gave him a dazzling smile, the kind of smile that would cause him to lose his train of thought if he were to be in the middle of a conversation with someone else. “You know I do.” Following him, she thanked him when he gave her a bottle. “And that would have been easier than a ten hour flight. We could meet in less than two hours by plane.” 

Sipping on his own, he smiled. “I know but London’s my home, you know? Speaking of which how are you liking London?” Tom was ecstatic that she was finally done with her ninety-four day tour. And he was especially happy that she decided to fly out to London to give it a chance. He had talked it up so much and [Y/N] had only spent a few days in it during her tour that she wanted to experience it more. So, she enlisted in the best tour guide there was. 

Shrugging, she took a sip. “It’s alright.” Flashing him another one of those smiles, she followed him to his couch. Taking a seat on the opposite end, she pivoted towards him. “But, I can see the appeal.” 

Tom pretended to feel offended, “London is the best, way better than your San Francisco.” 

“We will see about that.” She laughed.

Tom was about to respond but received multiple text messages. Reaching into his pocket, he juggled his beer and his phone. Opening the texts, he internally groaned at them. Just before they had gone to his apartment, he had stopped by his parents home to introduce [Y/N], really to Tessa, but also his family. They ended up staying for dinner even though he had tried to stress that he was going to take [Y/N] to his favorite pub. 

[Y/N] quirked a brow, “You okay? Look like you’re reading something bad.” 

Tom gave a nervous chuckle, “What? Oh, no. Nothing bad.” Shoving his phone back into his pocket, he shook his head, “It’s nothing, not bad. Uh, just my family texting me…about you, that’s all.” 

Smirking, “About me? Should I run for the hills?” [Y/N] wouldn’t deny that how she was portrayed in the media was a wild child. If she was on the outside looking at herself, she’d be a little weary. But, she always held herself to be respectful and kind. 

He shook his head, laughing. Looking at his beer bottle, he sighed. “Actually, no. Quite the opposite.” 

This time, her brow quirked in curiosity. “The opposite? Most people think I’m reckless.” 

Sucking in air, he debated if he should reveal what the messages were saying. Tilting his head back and forth, he just went for it. “Nah, my mum really likes you. I think she likes that you’re determined and spontaneous.” Looking back down at his bottle, he started to peel the label. “She told me that I should take you on a date…..” 

“A date, hm?” [Y/N] murmured with a bit of humor in her words. 

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “And dad agrees.” 

Sipping on her beer some more, she chuckled. “The dreaded what are we to each other conversation hasn’t even come up and I’m already pre-approved.” She winked. [Y/N] wouldn’t lie about it but she did find Tom to be rather desirable. Far from the kind that she usually gravitated towards, usually the bad boys that used her. [Y/N] had a thing for bad boys, accents, and brains. Tom wasn’t necessarily a bad boy but he was an actor, it wouldn’t surprise her to find him in that kind of role eventually and her to go crazy. But, he had an accent and from what she had learned from their friendship was that he was incredibly smart as well. 

“That’s rare, you know.” Tom pointed out. “Usually my parents find at least one thing that they don’t like about the girls I’ve brought home.” 

“Give them time, I’m a book of flaws.” She muttered. 

“I don’t know,” Tom answered, “You’re pretty popular out here in London. It wouldn’t surprise me in the least bit if my parents knew all about you.” 

“Yikes.” [Y/N] chuckled. Bringing the bottle to her lips, she shrugged. “Although, dating you wouldn’t be bad.” 

This surprised him, “What?” 

“Come on, Tom.” She breathed, giving him a smirk. “You’re hot.” She laughed at his facial expression “But let’s be honest, you couldn’t handle me.” 

He rose a brow, “You don’t think I can handle you? I spent four nights in a row drinking myself into oblivion with you.” 

“Oh, Tom.” She sighed, shaking her head. “That’s not what I meant.” Pursing her lips, [Y/N] thought about if she should go into detail. Running her tongue over her teeth, she leaned forward. “What I mean is that, I’m a very intimate person.” Tilting her head, she smirked a little. “Out in public, I might be a little out of control but typically reserved but behind close doors,” leaning back, she snickered. “it’s a whole different world. That is what you couldn’t handle.” 

Tom could feel his insides burning at the thought of what she could be like behind closed doors. Deciding to be a little brave, he shot back with, “How do you know if you haven’t tried?” 

“A little bold, aren’t we?” She commented. 

He shrugged, “You said I couldn’t handle you but I think you’re wrong.” 

“Wrong, huh?” She mused. Taking another swig of her beer, “Alright.” She set down the bottle on his side table before climbing over and sitting in his lap.

“Wha? What are you doing?” Tom stammered.

Smirking a smirk that sent chills down his back, she leaned forward. “I’m about to prove you wrong.”  Without giving Tom a second to register what she meant, she pressed her lips against his. Rocking forward, she nipped his lips before he finally kissed back. It didn’t take long for the heat to build up in their bodies.

Her nails were digging into his shoulders while his were digging into her hips. Tom had never felt a kiss be so exhilarating before. It was a different kind of feeling that he had never felt and it was already too late because he was addicted. A feeling of a grand euphoria pouring out of her lips and into his. He’d bet that kissing [Y/N] was just like taking ecstasy all night. 

Pulling from him, she nipped down his neck and all over his collarbone before going back to where it started. Kissing him for a few more seconds, she chuckled against his lips and pulled away completely. She tore herself away from him and stood up. Walking back to where her beer sat, she snatched it up and took a good swig. “I’ll admit, Holland. I’m a bit impressed by your kissing skills. Who have you been snogging?” 

Tom gave her an amused look, “Ha, ha.” He was still in a bit of a high to really concentrate on scolding her for mocking him. Shaking his head, he tried to clear his fuzzy thoughts. Running a hand over his hair, he muttered out, “Bloody Hell.” 

Plopping down next to him, she leaned her head back. “Too much?” 

Tom rubbed his jaw, glancing over at her. “Not enough, actually.” 

She gave a loose laugh, quirking a brow. “I’m warning you.” Sitting up straight, she looked at him sincerely. “You do not want to get involved with me.” 

“I think I do.” Tom whispered, staring into her eyes. Getting lost in them, wondering what kind of things they’d get themselves into. He wasn’t nervous like he had been with his previous girl friends. Something about [Y/N] was calming with a bit of lust for adventure. 

[Y/N] shook her head, “You really don’t. I’m a mess, Tom. I’m indecisive, a work-a-holic, impulsive, irresponsible, irrational, and slightly neurotic.” She smiled lightly, shaking her head again. “Those aren’t good qualities to have to be worthy of your affection.” 

Tom smiled sincerely, turning, he brought his hands to her face, cradling her worried expression in his hands. “When I’m with you, I feel like I can take over the world. All my insecurities and everything I’ve ever thought badly of myself just disappears. I don’t care if you’re indecisive, impulsive, or irrational. That just makes you, you. And I’m a work-a-holic too, I love my job. Acting is something I want to do forever. And the whole neurotic thing? Well, that can be easily medicated.” Tom smirked, winking after his medicated joke. 

She laughed, “You are insane to justify my bad traits.” 

Tom dropped his hands and pressed his lips together. “I like you, [Y/N]. I do. Life with you sounds great, amazing actually. You’re saying no without giving it a chance.” 

[Y/N] grabbed his hand, “Because I’m trying to spare you from my crazy, chaotic life.” 

“I don’t need sparing, love. I can handle my own. I promise.” 

[Y/N] stared at him for a few minutes, pressing her lips together as well. She couldn’t lie that the connection she had with the Brit was amazing, she missed being with him during her crazy tour days. [Y/N] spent her nights singing, dancing, and drinking. And every single time, she’d have a moment of clarity and miss the one person she told herself not to catch feelings for. 

She lived a fast paced life, it was what she always wanted. [Y/N] wasn’t sure if she had room for a relationship. But, it didn’t mean she didn’t crave it. She wanted both. She wanted him. Sucking in air, she set down her beer, “Fine.” 

“Fine?” Tom questioned. 

Nodding, “Yup. Fine.” She smirked, “You don’t want to heed my warning, Tom. Then okay. Buckle up, love. Loving me will be one hell of a joyride.” Moving in close, she grabbed his chin and crashed her lips against his. Enjoying the moment and relishing that for once aside from pursuing her dream that making this decision would be the best one yet. Pulling apart just long enough for her to whisper against his lips, “Because there’s nothing holding me back.” 


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love and gelato

Victor’s life consists of three things: taking classes at the local university, figure skating on the weekends, and working at a florist shop downtown. After years upon years of monotony, he’s convinced that nothing can take him by surprise anymore. However, when a new employee begins working at Celestino’s, a gelato shop across the road, Victor’s immediately intrigued. Something about watching “gelato boy” work, or laugh, or dance when he thinks no one is watching ignites emotions within Victor that he thought long buried, and soon enough he finds himself longing to meet the boy behind the counter.

In order to fulfill his wish, Victor begins leaving flowers with flirty notes attached to them outside Celestino’s, knowing gelato boy will find them the next morning. It becomes a routine, another expected part of his day, but what happens when notes written on cups begin appearing in return?

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Victor’s never been in love.

Sure, he’s had flings over the years, short, temperate relationships that fizzled out before they really began, but he’s never felt anything close to what all those sappy, romantic songs talk about. No butterflies in the pit of his stomach, no talking on the phone into the early hours of the morning, no pining for someone he can’t have. He can count on one hand the amount of times he’s been on a second date, and he’s never been on a third.

Ultimately, Victor’s decided that people are simply boring, and that’s the last thing he needs when his life is already an ocean of monotony. Every day is the same, a cycle of going to class, working at Yakov’s Flower Emporium, and skating whenever he’s able. He can wake up in the morning and know exactly what he’s going to do and who he’s going to see. Nothing’s exciting anymore and hasn’t been for a long time. The last thing he needs is a bland romantic life to match, and after years of messy one night stands and unfulfilling coffee dates, Victor’s resigned himself to the fact that for now, at least, he’s better off alone.

But then gelato boy comes along and Victor suddenly finds himself questioning everything.

It was three months ago when Victor saw gelato boy for the first time. He’s fixing the arrangements for the flower shop’s front counter display when he glances up and sees a guy who takes his breath away. The boy is casually standing in Celestino’s, the gelato shop that popped up about a year ago, looking out of place behind the counter. His black hair is unruly, swooping across his forehead and falling in front of a pair of half-rimmed, blue glasses. His hip is cocked out to the side and he’s wringing his hands together, only stopping when Celestino appears from the back room and hands him one of the shop’s obnoxious, lime green aprons to wear. The boy takes it with a devastatingly beautiful smile then loops it over his head, laughing when it catches on his ear.

Adorable, Victor thinks.

He ends up discreetly watching the boy for the rest of his shift. When Yakov asks for a volunteer to water the window boxes, Victor raises his hand before anyone else can get a word in edgewise, because he knows he can sneak glances at the boy while he does it. When he is assigned desk duty, Victor finds himself more entertained by the boy taking notes on gelato flavors than doing his own work. And when he is closing up for the day, Victor nearly burns down the building when he knocks a candle over and sets a pile of business cards on fire, too distracted by the boy swaying his hips to a song Victor can’t hear.

Needless to say, Victor is one-hundred percent smitten, and the following weeks are filled with his pathetic, lovelorn pining. It seems like nobody can escape his bemoaning over “gelato boy,” as they’ve all come to refer to Celestino’s mystery worker. If Victor isn’t talking about gelato boy, then he’s doodling pictures of him on discarded receipts. If he’s not doodling, then he’s making heart eyes at him through the window. And if he’s not making heart eyes, then he’s finding any excuse to work by front desk where he can have clear view of Celestino’s.

It’s ridiculous, enough that his coworkers intervene.

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King of the Lost Boys - Anthony Ramos x Reader (Chapter 1)

Summary: Anthony, or Pan as he is known, is the leader of the messy gang of Lost Boys. He takes a particular interest that borders on feelings, and yet remember: love? He has never heard of it. 

Warnings: Alcohol! Swearing! Probably drugs! They’re Hoodlums™! 

Words: 6,451 (listen…kill me)

A/N: Day 3 of the Write-A-Thon already? Oh my goodness. So when I started this Peter Pan AU, I had no idea how it was going to go. Apparently, that meant this huge mess. This will be a three part series! Thank you to @hamilbye for letting me use her as a wonderful wingwoman in our story! Enjoy. 


The Lost Boys were a charming band of beautiful boys from the wrong side of town. They were the people your parents ushered you away from on the sidewalk, the boisterous laughs in the town square, the ones who spray-painted “the world is ours” on the water tower. They were the bad kids, the ones who smoked cigarettes when the lunch bell rang, the ones who barely made a celebrity appearance in class, and the ones who the students both idolized and feared. They called themselves the Lost Boys because that’s who they were: perpetually wandering the earth, purposeless, wild and free, made of ivy plants, cigarette smoke, sunshine, whiskey and worn leather jackets.

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Is It Okay?

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Mixed Race!Reader, Steve, and Tony
Warnings: Angst, talk of 40’s culture and treatment towards POC, nothing much this is mostly fluff
Summary: Bucky’s mind is still in the 1940’s so when he sees a girl of colour who he likes, he’s frazzled on whether he should ask her out on a date or not. What would people think? He turns to Steve for advice.
Word Count: 1390

A/N: I DON’T MEAN TO OFFEND ANYONE, THIS WAS A REQUEST AND IF YOU WANT IT TAKEN DOWN PLEASE DON’T HESITATE TO ASK ME TO DO IT! I LOVE YOU GUYS AND I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY <3 <3 <3

Originally posted by calif0rnia-lovers

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Title: Faux Pas
Fandom: X-Men
Word Count: 1,307
Characters: Warren Worthington III x Reader, Jubilation Lee
Reader Gender: Female
Warnings: Alcohol mentions, swearing
Notes: Request from anon for “’You’re really hot, shame about the personality’ from one of your prompt lists (with warren please)”

Originally posted by brownvalerie

“Please let me set you up!”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

Conversations such as these were frequent between Warren Worthington III and Jubilation Lee. The latter of the two was nothing if not persistent – and the former was nothing if not stubborn.

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like in a movie

Originally posted by ramonafflowers

A/N: i felt really lonely writing this but its okay :-) requests are open!!

request: yep!

pairing: christoffer & Y/N

words: 743

warning: disgustingly full of fluff

gif isn’t mine


The moment Chris asked Y/N to be his girlfriend was the happiest moment of her life. No more games where one would constantly get hurt, they’d stop talking and make up sooner or later. Everyone knew they had feelings for each other, but they were too negligent to admit it at first.

Y/N’s friends were thrilled when she told them they were dating, earning a few high fives from some random people. Obviously some other girls felt incredibly jealous seeing the two holding hands and sneaking a few kisses every now and then. They didn’t care though.

Their relationship had been nothing but dancing on roses. There were constantly cheating rumors, once in a while they’d actually believe them and feel stupid afterwards. There was fighting about who was right when it came to Isak’s love life (Chris was convinced he liked Even, she on the other hand were sure that it was Jonas). Their fights were stupid ones, but they always made it through.

They had a silent contract that strictly stated that Fridays was the night for sleepovers, just the two of them cuddling and telling stupid jokes to one an other. Today was no different.

”Y/N, you should really stop spending your nights searching for memes and then texting them to me, you don’t sleep enough. It does make me feel kinda special when you text me those memes at 1AM” Chris said, sweetly playing with her hair.

They were sitting on the floor with a bowl of popcorn between their legs, a cheesy movie playing in the background. Chris was holding her close to him, making her feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.

”Mmm, but you are my special boy. I only text them to you because I think they’d make you smile. I’m quite fond of it actually.” Y/N’s eyes were closed, enjoying the feeling of Chris playing with her hair.

Moments like these were the one’s they cherished the most, just the two of them hanging out enjoying each other’s presence. None of Chris’ friends making comments about how he gets lucky every day, none of Y/N’s friends teasing her about how much she actually liked him.

”Yeah? Wouldn’t want to deprive you of it then.”

A few moments passed before Y/N turned around, now sitting on his lap with her arms behind his neck. She looked at his plump lips before he leaned in capturing hers in a sweet kiss. The kiss went on for a few moments, until she could feel he was smiling. She pulled back with a questioning look.

”You do realize we diss these movies and now we’re practically remaking one of its scenes?”

”It’s quite disgusting actually.” Y/N said once again looking into his eyes. There was something really mesmerizing about him, she couldn’t quite figure out exactly what though. She couldn’t believe he was actually hers. Out of all the girls who dreamed of settling down with him, she was the one he chose.

”I like being disgusting with you, I like it way too much actually and it scares me a little.” Chris sighed, putting a strand of her hair behind her ear and afterwards caressing her cheek.

”You’re so cheesy, where’s the guy I fell in love with?” Y/N said laughing for a bit before realization hit her. She just told him that she was in love with him. Hell, she didn’t even know herself she was in love with him before saying those words out loud.

She took her bottom lip between her teeth, anxiously chewing on it waiting for Chris to said that he didn’t feel the same way. She was staring at her lap, too nervous to look up.

Chris was shocked at first, but then excitation took over him. He softly lifted her face up before closing the gap between them. Their lips moved in sync, both feeling incredibly relieved.

This wasn’t like their other kisses, it was sweet and slow and it felt in every way possible different. Chris’ brain was screaming him to leave before he gets too caught up to avoid possible heartbreak. Instead he stayed there, kissing her.

They pulled away breathless. A few moments of silence passed before Chris spoke up again, leaving Y/N feel incredibly happy.

”I think the guy you fell in love with has become incredibly cheesy due to his girlfriend who he loves very much.”

You’re going to be a dad (Shawn Mendes)

I got inspired by Shawn singing at his friend’s wedding so I wrote an imagine where you tell drunk Mendes that you’re pregnant.

Requests are open!

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Originally posted by thugshawn


„See that‘s what happens when I eat every second of the day with you“ I tell Shawn laughing while he‘s trying to zip my dress. But the reason why I‘m too big for this dress is not eating, I‘m pregnant and Shawn doesn‘t know that. No one knows that. „I still love you, even with that little tummy of yours“ Shawn says sweetly while pecking me on the lips. I hope You will still love me.

„They are so beautiful“ I whisper to Shawn while looking at the bride and groom. „I promise you. One day both of us will be standing there“ I squeeze his hand and smile. I hope.

I look at Shawn singing the song he wrote for his friends and smile. I love this boy more than anything.  „Hi honey, I haven‘t seen you eat or drink today“ Karen sits next to me. My gaze shifts from the wedding couple dancing their first dance to Shawn‘s mother. „Oh, I just don‘t feel like eating or drinking today“ Or maybe  just know that I probably will puke after eating. I nervously giggle, while silently praying that she will drop this subject. „Just don‘t starve yourself, you already look so thin“ ha see you after 8 months. I will look like a troll. Petite and fat. Hell even troll will look better than me. I start clapping when the first dance is over and now everyone is pulling their second halfs to the dance floor. I spot Shawn coming to me. „Princess, will you dance with me?“ I gently take Shawn‘s hand and let him lead me to dance floor. „You did amazing, love“ I smile while looking up at him. „I felt more nervous than I do at my concerts“ Shawn laughs.

Soon Shawn is teared away from me and I find my way to people i talked before. „Ladies?“ guy comes to us with champagne glasses, everyone takes except for me. „Sorry“ I sheepishly smile. „So Y/N, how long you and Shawn are together?“ someone I don‘t really remember asks „Almost two years“ I grin while finding in the distance Shawn already looking at me. He soon comes to me and wraps his hands around me from behind. „Exspecting babies or marriage soon?“ not exspecting this question I start coughing. „You okay, princess?“ Shawn asks concerned. „Yeah, yeah..“

„Look Shawn, he‘s so cute“ I laugh while pointing at the cute boy dancing. Shawn joins me laughing. But soon his face changes into frown. „Is everything alright?“ I ask gently touching his face. Shawn nods his head. „Is just that I‘ve been thinking. Especially after Janet asked us about marriage and babies“ I start to play nervously with my bracelets. It‘s something I always do in the moments like these. „I want to marry you, Y/N, have ki…“ „Come here Shawn¡“ Matt interrupts him. Shawn and Matt looks at me questioningly I nod my head and smile „Go“ Shawn still looks at me but quickly kisses me and goes to drink with his friends.

„Shawn, where‘s our room?“ I ask him slighly laughing. „Maybe here“ he points at the random door. „No love, it says Karen and Manny, that‘s not ours. You told me that you know where our room is“ I whine at the sight of drunk Shawn. „Why can‘t we go to a random room?“ he looks at me like I‘m stupid. „Because it‘s 4 in the morning and everyone is sleeping except for you and a few of your friends“ I roll my eyes smiling. „Oh my god Shawn“ I squeal when I hear Shawn bumping his head into wall. He starts to laugh really loud. „Shhh, baby, shh, everyone is sleeping“ I try to calm him while laughing myself. I quickly start to kiss him so he would shut up „Maybe I shoud yell more“ he winks at me.

After forever we finally found our room. Shawn insisted that our room was on the biggest house there, even tho I told him that it was the place where bride and groom will be sleeping but because drunk Shawn is stubborn we took like 30minutes to actually find our room. „Shawn please take off your clothes“ I whine looking at the boy almost sleeping with his suit on. He groans and starts taking it off. I do the same thing with my dress. As I cuddle up to him he whispers „You looked beautiful today, just like always“ his lips leaving wet kisses on my neck. I smile and kiss him on the lips. When his breathing calms and I‘m sure that he‘s asleep I whisper while putting his arms on my tummy „You‘re going to be a dad, Shawn“

I shiver when my feet touches cold ground. Trying not to wake up Shawn I get up from bed and walk to my bags where my other clothes are. I quickly put my clothes on and with a makeup bag I walk to toilet where I wait for my morning sickness. After  I puke, I do my make up and go straight to the lobby where most people are already talking and eating.

As I drink my tea I spot Shawn coming. Soon he‘s stopped by his dad. I send Shawn smile and turn around to keep talking with people around me.
„Hi princess“ Shawn greets me while kissing my lips. When he sits next to me I lean into him and wrap my hands around him. „You look green, love“ I laugh at him. He slighly groans „Why didn‘t you tell me to stop drinking?“ he asks looking at him. „Cmon, we‘re going to take walk around“ I say standing up and pulling him with me.

„Y/N?“ Shawn asks with a serious tone. I look up to him. „I don‘t really remember what happenned yesterday, at least not clearly but I do remember what you said before I fell asleep“ I froze. Did he hear me. „Am I really going to be a dad?“ Shawn asks with hope in his eyes. I put his hands on my tummy and nod my head. Soon I see tears rolling down his cheeks. I gently whipe them away with my thumb „We‘re going to be parents, Shawn“ I say grinning. „I love you“ „I love you too“

The Beginning

Hannah and Baker’s first full day as girlfriends. HNITS verse. 7k. 

On that sunny June morning, when Hannah wakes up, she remembers everything is new.

It’s been less than 12 hours since Baker showed up at her house and told her she loved her. Less than 12 hours since Baker kissed her on the street, promising she’d come back first thing in the morning so they could keep talking. And it’s been less than 12 hours since Baker texted her goodnight for the first time in weeks and weeks.

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twin andrews part 5 | jughead x reader

Originally posted by fakesonia

part one:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158708863703/twin-andrews-juggie-x-reader-an-im-hoping

part two:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158896154168/twin-andrews-part-2-jughead-x-reader

part three:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158929430293/twin-andrews-part-three-jughead-x-reader

part four:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/159002098033/twin-andrews-part-4-jughead-x-reader

part 6: https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/159528549924/twin-andrews-part-6-jughead-x-reader

a/n: i can’t believe you all want part 5!!!!! I’m so stoked that i have such a loving following and i just want to thank you guys for everything. this ones for my day one nuggets! 

i wonder aimlessly through the school looking for my friends when i hear a familiar voice call my name.

“(y/n)?!” i turn and look int what used to be the blue and gold office 

“B?” i question stepping into the dusty room “whats with the drop sheets?”i ask grabbing one of the sheets and pulling it back to reveal a few computers.

“what are you doing in here? I’m pretty sure we can die from smoke inhalation-” i complain coughing, “that doesn’t really make sense-” i roll my eyes at the girl.

“okay anyway i was thinking about starting up the blue and gold, it kinda died after you left-” i walk around the room the feeling of familiarity washing over me.

Betty and I used to run the blue and gold with a few others in freshman year, she reported i photographed and occasionally wrote but we had a few other kids that often did the writing portion of the work load.

“B id love to but I’m writing is extremely rusty, i think we need someone who’s confident in their writing, I’m happy to take pictures like last time” she jumps up and hugs me.

“thank you!” she squeals and i roll my eyes “okay well this place needs some seriously work” she nods “and the writer-?”

and was if on cue theres a beanie wearing brunette leaning against the door frame “andrews” he greets looking over to betty “betts” 

“jones” i stand crossing my arms over my chest as i lean against the desk behind me “so is this our writer?” i ask my blonde friend.

“juggie!” betty pulls him into the room, he widens his eyes before walking and sitting next to me our arms brushing against one and another.

“whats up?” i loose focus of the conversation glancing down at our almost touching hands.

he nudges my arm and i shoot up my attention being brought back, “huh?”

the both laugh and i feel embarrassment wash over me “jugs agreed to help us!” she cheers her blonde pony tail swishing.

the bell rings and i grab my bag off the floor, “I’ve got chem, ill see you later?” she nods and i leave the pair not long after jughead comes rushing out touching my shoulder to grab my attention.

“mmh” i murmur turning to the brunette boy “you okay?” i ask weaving my way through the mass.

“yeah i just thought we could walk together, yano since we have chem together-” i nod “its fine, you don’t need an excuse to walk with me jug” i chuckle.

“oh miss andrews” i roll my eyes at the sound, jughead turns around but i grab his arm “don’t even bother glancing at him” i tell the boy as he nods in confusion.

and soon enough the raven haired boy is bouncing in front of me “miss me?” he smirks and i groan “reg your going to make us all late” i complain seeing the class within our reach our teacher already standing inside.

“move reggie!” i complain, i turn to the boy next to me “jug just go ill catch up with you-” he shakes his head “I’m not leaving you alone with him” he glares at the taller boy.

“is that so jones? you yano this is my river vixen, how about you get your own? maybe like betty cooper. maybe she’s freaky in bed like her sister” i can see the anger burning up in his eyes.

“jeez can i just not be such an asshole for once” i grab jugheads hand and push through reggie and head for the classroom door letting jughead walk in first then i follow after him but not before reggie slides in behind me.

his hands find there way down to my skirt giving my ass a squeeze lifting the fabric up slightly

i turn and slap the boy hard across the face “don’t touch me reggie i mean it” i warn stepping close to him poking his chest.

i feel a warm hand on my shoulder pulling me away from the raven headed boy “leave it his just being a blow head” i turn and smile softly to the blonde “tell me bout it”

i glance to see jughead glaring at the boy anger coursing through him, reggie smirks at the beanie clad boy walking past our shared desk

“what’s up Wednesday Addams? you jealous? i get to touch her sweet ass and you don’t?” he chuckles and i catch jugheads shoulder pushing him back down in his chair.

“not. worth. it.” i day through gritted teeth plastering a smile on my face as the raven haired boy smirks walking past and settling in the desk behind us

i can see the anger boiling up inside the boy and i chew on the end of my pen before nudging him with my elbow “he’s just trying to get to you jug just forget it”

“yeah well it’s working” he replies annoyed trying his hardest to focus on his work and not reggie’s constant snickers and the replay of him griping your ass

a mixture of jealous and disgust swirling around in his stomach but feels your warm hand slide over top of his giving it a small squeeze as you pay attention to the front of the class.

“sorry” he mumbles removing his hand from mine and clearing his throat, i swallow feeling a little embarrassed that he pulled away from my touch “don’t worry about it”

the bell rings and i rush out like im on fire, spotting my three friends over by the lockers. i speed walk over rushing over to Kevin giving him a half hug

he chuckles and throws an arm around me “you okay?” he asks and i sigh “just a crap day thats all- what’s that?” he glances down at his phone and i gasp

“oh my god” we say in unison glancing to our new raven haired friend “what?” she closes the locker and gives us a puzzled look. kevin glances at betty before handing his phone over to veronica

allowing her to look at the picture that chuck had uploaded of the two after their date last night, except chuck had got a little carried away with photoshop and added a riverdale ‘sticky maple’ to her face

“what the hell is a sticky maple?!” kevin shrugs nervous “it’s kinda what it sounds like it’s a riverdale thing” he tries to explain and she shakes her head “no it’s a slur shaming thing”

“and im neither a slut nor am i going to be shamed by someone named excuse me chuck clayton”

people take their times to stop in the hall snickering at our new raven haired friend their phones buzzing in their hands as they whisper and point

“move along” i yell annoyed at the crowd that scramble at the sound rushing to get away from us

“does he really think he can get away with this?!” she rambles furious “does he not know who I am?!”

she glances between the three of us “i will cut the breaks in his supped up phallic symbol!”

betty interjects “or we could go to principle weatherbee!”

veronica snaps back “about the coaches son?! who’s captain of the football team and riverdale highs resident golden boy?!”

“and or we-” she pauses nudging me “can expose him in the pages of the blue and gold!! yeah i can do that! she nods frantically placing her hand on kevins shoulder

“spoken like a true good girl who always follows the rules”

i finally speak up “she’s right-” anger bubbles up inside of me “no way-he can’t- not again”

veronica nods at me before shoving Kevin’s phone back into his chest “well i don’t follow rules!”

i agree turning and storming off in the direction of the boyslocker room

it’s not long till veronica is at my side along with betty trailing along “i make them” she seethes “and when necessary i break them”

she turns to the blonde struggling to keep up with the pair of us “you want to help us get revenge on chuck Betty? that’s awesome! but you better be ready to go full dark no stars”

we almost reach the boys locker room and veronica pause turning to face the worried blonde “so what do you say betts in or out”

“im totally in” i leave the two girls not waiting to listen to Betty’s response. we pass jughead who looks worried at my anger he calls my name but i ignore him approaching the doors to the boys locker room

i push through the doors first glancing around to try and spot the culprit but the sea of half naked boys itnwas proving difficult “damn it” i mutter

veronica takes the lead grabbing Betty’s hand and she uses the other to shield her face rushing into the crowd and bumping into the one and only archie andrews

“ronnie, betty, (y/n)? what are you guys doing in here” he quickly rewraps his towel around his torso not wanting to expose himself to the three girls.

“don’t worry about it” ronnie tells my brother attempting to move past him, “no-” he starts blocking our path

“i mean it andrews hit the showers and get out of my way” she shoves past my brother and makes her way deeper into the change rooms

my brother reaches for my shoulder “arch don’t” i move past him and see that veronica and betty have encountered chuck

“b and v- ladies” he licks his lips still wet from the showers, his towel hanging low from his hips his body on full show

veronica steps forward extending her phone toward chuck “this is disgusting, take it down” the boys chuckle

“oh woho why you so wound up? it’s a badge of honour- and well your not exactly virgin territory after your closet date with andrews”

i get ready to interject but betty beats me to it

“okay that’s beyond irrelevant chuck” she pauses “your not allowed to go around humiliating girls for any reason under any circumstances! you-you-jerk!”

her smirks at the blonde addressing her"look i get your not a closet kinda girl but hey, if you want to ride the chuck wagon that can be arranged”

the locker room erupts in snickers the boys rielling each other up

veronica’s quick to defend her best friend “let’s keep this simple so your preppy half murder brain can grasp it

she walks closer to him narrowing the gap between them “take this. the hell. down”

he glances to his boys before leaning down to Veronica’s eye line “see that high, bitch tone attitude might have worked on the betas you dated in new york but-” he pauses “your in bull dog territory now”

the boys back him up by snarling and barking like dogs, how darling of them

“but please fight back” she smirks giddy “your only making it harder for yourself”

betty grabs the raven haired girl but he shoulder and guides her out of the crowed locker room, clearly furious and somewhat embarrassed

as the girls moved im revealed to the jock “oh! is that miss andrews?!” he yells allowing all the boys to turn and gather around me

“you disgust me” i seethe digging my nails into my palms so o don’t lash out at the boy.

“what did you think that you were my last?” he chuckles and i instantly feel sick at the memory “don’t flatter yourself” he smirks

“take it down chuck, now” he rolls his eyes at my persistence “everyone’s already seen it now” he attempts to sass me.

“so you wouldn’t have any problem with deleting it then right?” a bunch of ‘ooohs’ floated around the room making chuck angry

he slams his fist against the locker beside me “did you forget where you are andrews?” the boys start barking again and i roll my eyes at their childishness

“you may be a bulldog chuck but just remember im a vixen and ill bring you down when you least expect it”

i go to punch him and he flinches then continue to try and play it off “well well well, if it isn’t the better half of the andrews” i turn and move past the raven haired jock

“not in the mood reg” i make my way out of the locker room and into the hall when i spot my two friends im presuming making a game plan

“hey wait-” i turn and sigh frustrated “god reggie what now?!” i respond my voice grower louder

he lifts he’s hands up in surrender “is everything okay?” he swallows glancing at me, i hesitate before shaking my head “no but it will be soon enough-” he nods placing a hand on my shoulder

“would you maybe want to come with me to pops tonight? talk about whatever the hell happened in there?” i glance over to my friends then back to reggie

“reggie-” he cuts me off “please (y/n) we haven’t spoken since you moved? i promise it’s just a milkshake and a bite to eat nothing more” i roll my eyes fine 8"

i move away and head over frantically to my friends “ronnie you okay?” she nods offering a small smile

“he took it down- chuck. i made him take it down” she looks up at me and hugs me tight “thank you” i squeeze her back rubbing her back soothingly “its okay” i whisper back

“dad?” i call out closing the front door as i trudge through the house looking for my father.

the sound of drills coming from our backyard was enough to get me curious “dad?” i ask walking out the door and down into our backyard

the shed door was open, my father inside sound proofing our garage. the noise stops as my dad notices my presence “hey kiddo” i smile up at my dad

“what’s all this?”

“just fixing up the shed for your brother, he need somewhere to practice”

i furrow my brows “archies into music? when did that happen?” i chuckle flopping down on one of the couches

“over the summer, there’s a new teacher at the school- miss grundy, she’s been helping archie alot with it” i nod taking in all the new information

“archie never told me about her” i say confused “oh im sure he would’ve wanted to- he probably forget to mention it at some point”

i sit for a few trying to figure out why archie hadn’t told me about his new venture and his closeness to our music teacher

i stand up brushing off my jeans “im going to go to pops” my dad nods “oh pop actually run, wanted to know if you wanted your old job back?”

i widen my eyes surprised “really?!” he nods “you should go see him” i nod giving him a kiss on the cheek before rushing off to the diner

the bell chimes as the door to pops swings open, the older man smiles at me as i walk over the threshold “hey pop!”

“miss andrews just the lady i wanted to see” i smile leaving against the front counter “dad told me the news, id love to come back if you’d like me back” i smile at the man

i worked at pops for about 4 months before i moved, i waitressed and every so often i was allowed into the kitchen to make a few off the menu items

he bends down behind the counter and places my old uniform on the bench in front of me, a cheer to myself running me finger over my badge “thank you!!” i squeal giving him a small hug

“when do you want me to start?” he glances around the semi busy diner “how about now, im expecting hermione to come in soon so you two can keep it down till dinner rush right?” i nod

i grab my uniform and head toward the restroom pausing and turning first “wait who’s hermonie?” he chuckles “it’s fine never mind” i push open the door and change from my school clothes to uniform

when i return to the front desk pop has disappeared and is replaced by a beautiful raven haired older lady, i plaster on a smile and walk toward her

“you must be hermione?” the lady looks up smiling softly at me and dismissing whatever she was doing to walk over to me

“thats me, may i ask who you are?” i mentally face palm “(y/n), andrews- i worked her last year- pop just gave me my job back” she nods

“so your Fred’s daughter?” she questions and i nod “guilty” she giggles at me placing a hand on my shoulder “you look just like your mother- you know your father and i dated in high school”

my jaw drops “no way!! my dad with a woman like you- jeezz i didn’t know he had that much game” the lodge woman smiled at me giving me a nudge on my hip

“your father was devilishly handsome in high school-” i squeeze my eyes shut “oh god- ew” we both share a laugh before I turn and scan the diner spotting a familiar beanie in one of our booths

“friend of yours?” i smile at the thought “yeah something like that- ill be back” i walk over from my fellow co-worker and toward jughead sliding into the booth

“oh im good for a refill- oh (y/n) hey” i smile at the brunette “hey juggie” i play with the ends of my hair as he examines me “cute dress”

i blush and scuff my converse against the diner floor brushing jugheads leg by accident causing me to blush further “its a look isn’t it” i tease and he nods laughing as he continues to type

“i didn’t know you got your job back” he questions eyes moving from me then back to his laptop

“i only just got it back, he called dad and said he’d consider having me back- it’ll be good anyways to get that extra bit of money” he nods silence filling the booth

“can i get you anything? another milkshake?” he closes his laptop and stares into my eyes before dropping to my lips.

i feel something twitch in my stomach that causing me to bite my lip “juggie?” he snapped out of his gaze “hm what?”

i laugh moving myself from my side of the booth to his “do you want me to get you anything?” i say glancing at the empty fries bowls and milkshake glasses.

i knew when he wrote he always ordered a burger and fries to keep him going, sometimes he’d be too wrapped up to even touch the food placed infront of him

he swallows at our closeness eyes darting all over the place “i need to tell you something” he’s arms extends over the back of the booth

“your starting to worry me, what is it? is it important i do have tables to wait” he looks down at my hands placed on his thighs “it’s about your brother, he’s in trouble"

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Reunion Fun (Christian Yu Smut)

Originally posted by crownthec-clown

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Admin: Nari

Genre: Smut (rough)

POV: Second (male x female)

A/N: This is based in a family reunion, but the two people having sex are not related by any means. They’re not even in-laws or stepfamily.

“Please come to my family reunion with me!,” your roommate, Lu, begged you.

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Cheshire~Part 3 (Remus Lupin)

A/N: Gif’s not mine. I listened to “Wonderland” by Taylor Swift while writing this-it seemed appropriate. Also I just wrote form the POV of a cat… is that weird? I feel like it’s weird?

Summary: Lily enters the compartment

Pairing: Young!Remus Lupin x reader

Word Count:755

Warnings: Like one swear word, fluff

Other Parts: Part 1-Part 2-Part 4

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@buckywiththegoodheart

Originally posted by potter-imagines-here

After about an hour, one of my best friends entered the compartment, making James shift from his slouching position and into a “cooler” one.

“Hello Lily, how was your summer?” Sirius asked her as James nearly threw me off his lap while sitting up.

“Um, good. How was yours?” She asked while staring at me. I realized she was confused as to why James was holding a cat.

“It was great.” He smiled.

“Okay who’s cat is that? No offence, but none of you are responsible enough to take care of any living being.”

All three boys turned to look at me. Peter’s eyes got wide and everyone was silent for a few seconds.

“Her name is Cheshire.” Sirius blurted out.

“Um okay, but who’s cat is it?” She asked again.

“She’s ah… She’s Remus’ cat.” James answered.

“Remus got a cat?”

“Yeah this summer he decided he wanted an animal to bring with him to Hogwarts.”

“Oh. Does she have any magical abilities?” She asked, sitting down across from the three marauders. I left James’ lap and crawled up on Lily’s.

“Well she’s quite strange. She uh, seems to understand what we’re saying.”

“Really? I’ve heard that’s a very rare thing.” She said while scratching my ears.

“Yeah, she’s special.” Sirius mocked. The way he said it made me sound like I was crazy. I was about to hiss at him but just then the compartment door slid open again.

Remus walked in, saying hi to Lily and sitting down next to her. I immediately jumped up, crawled and into Remus’ lap and buried my face in the crook of his neck.

“So she is your cat then.” Lily laughed at my actions. Remus looked confused, but didn’t say anything.

“So where’s Y/N?”

Again, the boys exchanged nervous glances.

“What? Do you not know where she is? Okay, how could you not know where she is?”

“What do you mean ‘How could you not know where she is’?” asked Remus.

“Yeah, she has a life outside of us.” Sirius pointed out.

“Well yeah, but she prefers to be with you guys than anybody else. She’d rather be with you guys right now then her roommates. She likes you guys a hell of a lot better than she likes us. I mean she won’t admit it because she doesn’t want us to think that she doesn’t want to be around us, but it’s true.”

The marauders stared at her. They seemed surprised, which was surprising to me. Did they not know that already?

“I ah, think Y/N may have gone to find Alice or something, why don’t you go look for her?” Remus suggested.

Lily looked confused but got up and went to look for me, saying that she would come back later. When she left, I shifted back to normal in Remus’ lap.

“Hi Moony.” I said. Nobody said anything. I looked around at each one of them but they all stayed silent. Then finally Sirius spoke up.

“Do you really like us better than your roommates?” he asked.

“Um yeah. Did you not know that?”

“No.”

“It’s just weird.” said Peter.

“What do you mean it’s weird?”

“Why do like hanging out with a bunch of guys who don’t take anything seriously. You’re smart and a lot of people like you so why would you chose us to be around?”

“Are you serious? Have any of you ever hung out with a group of girls?” they all shook their heads, mumbling “no”.

I gave a small laugh, “Girls are dramatic. I hate drama. I can’t deal with it. You guys don’t take anything too seriously and I love that. I love you guys. Do you really think I’d become an animungas for a group of people that I didn’t want to be with all the time? I sneak into your dorm practically every night for godric’s sake! I thought you guys knew how much I loved you. You’re like my stupid brothers and that’s so much better than a few girls that might love me one minute but want to tear me apart the next.”

I didn’t see it right then, as I was still sitting on his lap, but James told me later that when I called them all my brothers, there was a look of sadness on Remus’ face. James told me it was because being a brother was all Remus thought I would ever see him as, but of course, I was stubborn and refused to believe that.

Jughead & Reader: Caught in The Middle

Summary: When Josie’s dad makes his disapproval for you in the Pussycats known, she decides to kick you out. Upset and heartbroken, Jughead, who was merely an acquaintance to you, helps you calm down. Slowly the two of you become friends and develop feelings for each other. But there’s a major problem standing in your way: His girlfriend, Betty, and your boyfriend, Reggie.

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Listen to: Pachuca Sunrise - Minus The Bear


“No, no, no,” Myles McCoy said as he stood up from his chair and shook his head impatiently. “That’s not right at all.”

You lowered your head slightly embarrassed, because you knew more than likely he was speaking directly to you. It was hard for you to get the right chord change on the keyboard so you were holding up rehearsals. 

Josie, Val, and Melody sighed as Myles walked over to you. “This is how you do it,” he told you. He nudged you out of the way and you watched as he played your part with ease. You looked up at Josie who seemed just as embarrassed as you. “Got it?” Myles asked. He was incredibly annoyed. 

“I think so,” you said quietly.

“That’s not good enough,” he told you. “You have to be able to do it. If you can’t, maybe you shouldn’t be a Pussycat.”

The thought of you not being a Pussycat anymore crushed you. You worked so hard to learn how to play keyboard just so you could be a part of Josie’s group. You admired them and thought they were the epitome of cool, so when Josie asked you to play with them, it was like a dream come true. You were a damn good keyboardist but not good enough for Myles. 

Josie put her hand on her hip as she looked at you. “Just try again, okay?” She was annoyed, just like her father. 

“From the top,” Myles said as he sat down in his chair and watched you with judging eyes. 

Your hands were shaking as Melody counted off with her drumsticks. Finally it was time for you to play but you choked. You were so nervous in front of Myles, an accomplished musician, that you completely forgot how to play. 

“What the hell?” Val asked, setting her tambourine down. 

“I’m sorry,” you said as you grabbed your things and left the room. You couldn’t handle the pressure anymore. You had to leave. 

You sat on the steps leading up to school, playing with the cat ears in your hands. You felt so embarrassed and so ashamed that you couldn’t play right in front of Myles. He was so intimidating and didn’t like that Josie added another member to the Pussycats. But at one point you were really good and she liked your talent. Now you knew what was coming. 

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Impressing Alice Cooper (Part 2 - Bughead Fanfiction)

The afternoon was just setting in as the two teenagers strolled to Betty’s house for their mother-approved hang out. Betty had been in such a chipper mood the whole day, so much more so than usual, that even Archie in all his obliviousness had noticed during lunch.

He’d nudged Betty with an elbow as she was humming to herself and jotting down newspaper article notes in her moleskin, and asked, “You’re extra cheerful today, Betty? Something good happen?”


She’d had to shake herself out of her thoughts and smiled up at Archie as Jughead chuckled softly in the background. “Oh, am I? It’s nothing huge, Jughead and I just had a nice morning together.” To Betty, her phrasing was perfectly innocent and vague enough to not elude to their team-sleuthing. However, to everyone else, her words took a completely different meaning.

Archie was half choking on his juice, while Veronica and Kevin were looking at each other with raised eyebrows and amazed expressions. Betty, who had quickly gone back to jotting down ideas for articles didn’t notice the near-explosion of questions that was about to be unleashed upon her, but luckily enough, Jughead wasn’t as preoccupied.

“Easy, guys. No hidden innuendos here. Keep eating your lunches.” Jughead said as calmly as possible, raising an eyebrow at the twin looks of disappointment on Veronica and Kevin’s faces.


At his voice, Betty looked up from her notebook. “What was that?” Archie was wiping juice off his chin while Kevin and Veronica very pointedly avoided eye contact with her. Jughead just raised an amused eyebrow and shrugged casually.  

The rest of the gang had an extra close watch on Jughead and Betty for the rest of the day, something that Jughead found increasingly annoying as the day wore on. This was compounded by the fact that he and Betty spent a lot of their time together being very close; whether it was being huddled in front of a single computer, walking almost shoulder to shoulder on the way to class or sitting close enough together at desks in class that their thighs touched. This had become normal to Jughead, comforting over the last few weeks of reconnecting with Betty. To the rest of the gang, this was a sign from above that something was happening between the two. Jughead had to hear insufferable whisperings from Veronica and Kevin, and feel ridiculous glares from Archie for the remainder of school, and by the time he and Betty were able to escape the confines of the school to walk home, he almost ran out the gate.

Betty was being drugged behind a rushing Jughead, as soon as the bell had rung. “Juggie. Juggie! Where’s the fire?” She was half-laughing as she jogged behind him, until he had enough sense to calm down and slow to a more normal pace.

He released her wrist and rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously, and kicked his boot over the pavement as he walked. “Sorry, Bets. The guys have just been getting to me all day.”

She shot him a confused look, straightening her backpack on her slim shoulders. “About?”

Jughead looked her in the eyes for a moment, and saw nothing there but pure curiosity. “You have no idea?”

Frowning at missing what was apparently important information, Betty shook her head firmly. “I really don’t. What’s going on Jug?”

Jughead sighed, almost glad for her ignorance, because the last way he wanted Betty to find out that he was almost certainly in love with her, was through their mutual friends gossiping about it to her. However, it was only a matter of time before Veronica spilled the beans, and Jughead needed to beat her to that punch. “I’ll tell you when we’re at your house with food and homework stretched in front of us, Bets. Promise.”

She smiled at him good-naturedly before a look of mischief crossed her face. “You know what my mother detests, Juggie?” There were a million answers to this question, so he simply shrugged and let her continue. “Food and boys, with the exception of Kevin because I suppose she’s determined that he’s safe, in my room.”

He looked at her quizzically, not entirely sure where she was going with this train of thought but getting unintentionally nervous anyway.

“She’s not gonna be home ‘til late, and my Dad’s away. I say we set up camp in my room and make all kinds of food. I feel like being at least a little rebellious today.” She smiled so genuinely that Jughead couldn’t in good conscience say no.

Instead he smiled back and said, “To hell with overload Cooper, let’s do this hang out properly.”

That’s how, an hour after getting home Jughead and Betty were set up on her bed with a veritable mountain of food between them. Popcorn, sandwiches, brownies and all kinds of chips were piled on a platter. Jughead was currently quizzing Betty on past presidents while throwing popcorn for her to catch in her mouth in between questions. If she caught the popcorn, the quiz questions got easier, if she missed, they got harder. And despite having missed 10 pieces in a row, Betty was still answering every question correctly.

Jughead gently threw the eleventh piece of popcorn towards Betty, which she missed again. “How am I so bad at this, Juggie?” She whined, resting her elbows on her crossed legs and looking dejected. Her pout was so sweet that Jughead felt an immediate impulse to kiss her, one that was so strong he had to dig his fingers into the material of his jeans to stop himself from moving.

Trying his best to be nonchalant and easy-going, Jughead cleared his throat. “It’s just practise, Bets. I’ve got many years and hundreds of pieces of popcorn up on you.” To illustrate, Jughead threw a piece in the air and caught it in his mouth effortlessly. Betty attempted to do the same trick a few more times before she finally slumped against her headboard, defeated and slightly salty.

“Okay, no more popcorn throwing.” Jughead smirked before nodding his consent. “What were you gonna tell me when we were walking home? You said you’d tell me once we were settled.”

All of the sudden Jugheads stomach was flipping and his heartbeat was drumming like a mockingbirds wings in his ribcage. He hadn’t expected her to remember; he hadn’t expected her to bring it up. He thought he had some more time to plan and figure his wording out. “Oh, that.

Betty laughed at his horror stricken expression, “Yes, that. C’mon Jug. What’s got your goat?”

He couldn’t think of a way to divert the blonde; not a single plan came to mind. So with a heavy heart, he decided to tell her the truth and let whatever happens, happen. “Veronica and Kevin have a new ship.”
Betty giggled, smiling at the familiarity of the duo’s antics. “Of course they do. Who is the lucky pair this time?”
Jughead rubbed the back of his neck roughly and took a breath. “Don’t laugh.”

It was Betty’s turn to look nervous, confusion making her eyebrows lower. “Oh, Jug. They’re shipping you with someone?” She scooted over next to him and rubbed her hand on his thigh gently, trying to comfort him. “No wonder you’ve been so on edge today.” The pained look in Jughead’s eyes made her continue. “Don’t worry, Juggie. I’ll sort it out. I’ll have a chat to Veronica and Kevin.” He, if it was possible, looked even more pained, and Betty wrapped her arms around him in a quick hug. “Oh, Jug, don’t look so worried. Talk to me.”

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his thumping heart and not focus on Betty’s soft fingers rubbing gently into his back. “They’re shipping you and I, Bets.”

Abruptly, Betty sat back and looked at Jughead directly. After a moment of silence she muttered an, “Oh.”

Awkward quiet filled the room, and Jughead waited for her to break it. He could see gears turning in her mind, but she wasn’t voicing anything, something that was very unlike Betty. After a few minutes of quiet, Jughead piped up. “Bets, Betty, you alright?”

She snapped out of her daze quickly, “Oh, yes, yeah, I’m fine. I’m sorry, Jug. This is all my fault. I’ll talk to them. They shouldn’t start rumours about you like that.” Betty looked so apologetic, so sincere that he had no choice but to come clean. You couldn’t look at those eyes and lie.

“That’s not why I was annoyed.”

For all the time that the two of them were on the same page, today Betty was completely on another wavelength. “I know that I’m no Cheryl, but that’s sort of mean, Juggie.”

He had no idea how she had jumped to that conclusion, the completely wrong conclusion, so quickly. “Oh, Bets, no. God, no. You could do so much better than me. I’m completely lucky that you even deign to hang out with me, and you’re so far above Cheryl that I can’t even see her when you’re in the room. Hell. You’re gorgeous, Bets.” He finished his rant, his eyes imploring her to believe him, while his hands knotted together with anxiety.

Betty’s face turned confused once more, her head cocking to the side adorably. “I-I don’t understand, then, Jug. If you don’t care about the rumours, and you’re not upset that it’s me and you the rumours are about, what is it?”

With a world-weary sigh Jughead took her jaw in his hands, cupping her face like she was the most delicate flower that had ever existed. “I was annoyed because I couldn’t stand it if you found out that I had feelings for you from Veronica or Kevin.”

Betty was searching his eyes, trying to find out if the remarkably kind words were the truth. Jughead surely had no reason to lie about this, there was nothing to gain by lying. “You… like me?”

She was so surprised, so utterly utterly surprised that Jughead had to chuckle, a smile breaking through his pent up nerves. “If I’m completely honest, I’ve completely adored you since we were about nine and you punched that kid in the nose for stealing my beanie.” He laughed at the memory of a delicate little girl standing up against a boy that was almost twice her size and lunging at him to get his beanie back. “You cleaned up my grazed elbow, dusted off my hat, and I think I fell in love with you there and then. It’s just taken me seven years to actually work up enough guts to tell you out loud.”

Her voice was a whisper. “Juggie…” His thumbs caressed her jawline, and her eyes fell closed, enjoying the sensations. After a moment she looked up at him again, “You’re not playing a joke, Jug? You really mean it?” His heart thudded in his chest as he looked upon her beautiful face, her eyes so hopeful and so scared. Had Archie really destroyed her self-confidence that much?

Jughead rested his forehead against hers, his nose rubbing hers lightly as he cupped her face. “I’m in love with you, Elizabeth Cooper.” From his vantage point he could see her mouth stretch upwards in a dazzling smile, and he took that as a very positive cue. “And if I don’t kiss you now, I think I’m going to implode.”

“We can’t have that, can we?” She whispered gently, as she tilted her face up to meet his waiting lips. It was perhaps the sweetest kiss Betty Cooper had ever had. Jughead cradled her face as if she was the most precious thing in the world, his lips the epitome of gentle as they moved against hers. She couldn’t control the sigh that escaped her lips, and she found herself reaching up to twist her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, curling her hands through it as if he were a lifeline. The quiet growl he let out made her heart race and her face redden, and she found that she liked that sound more than anything.

After what felt like a lifetime and a few seconds all at once, Jughead reluctantly pulled back fractionally, not letting go of her just yet. “If I knew that kissing you would be like that; I wouldn’t have wasted all these years.”

She chuckled warmly, curling her fingers around his ringlets. “Well, you’d better make up for lost time then, shouldn’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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This is MSR and Mulder gets blown during ice. And Scully is kinky. One of your words was habit right? Warning for like dark sexy thoughts This is the FIC

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Here is something he does not know about her and will not be allowed to remember for several years: fear turns her on. What a horrible habit for her to fall into, given her career choice. What an unfortunate vice, given her taste in movies. She gets wet every time she watches “The Evil Dead” and she can’t be sure the cause is only Bruce Campbell.

But he comes to know it, for a moment, only briefly on the ice. You might not be who you are. She’ll let him think that, that this isn’t her, when the tension leaves, when the fear has passed. But she is who she is, and she is Dana Katherine Scully, shucked in flannel, knees grinding hard on the cool cement.

Only a fraction of it could be blamed on the way he grabbed her, spun her around to inspect her neck. He’d been so angry… why didn’t you trust me, Scully. It’s been me this entire time, Scully. You sequestered yourself with certain death, Scully… Dana, now, her leaning forward forward to suck him to the hilt.

“Dana,” he groans, and she hopes they hear it. The other scientists. The ones that think they know better than her, that Mulder could have killed that man. She pulls back to look up at him, lips suckling at his heated flesh, and he’s staring at her with such adoration it makes her nervous. Oh, hell. She laps innocently at the tip of his cock, lets him see her fingers disappear into her panties. His head falls back and it stops being so serious. Thank god.

His gun, pointed right at her head. He probably hadn’t meant to aim so expertly but she’s so little he forgets sometimes. She rides her fingers a little hardeer, wishes she had had the foresight to bring a condom. But it seems like he’s too close to coming anyway, with how he’s whimpering and pumping his hips.

“You’re so big,” she tells him, stroking him with her fist over the flat of her tongue. He is big but that’s not why she says it, she just kind of wants to know if he’ll get off from being told that, if he’s that kind of man. It’ll tell her a lot about him. Sure enough, he cries out what the fuck, Scully, and begs her to put her mouth back on him. He’s so gentle about it, keeping his hands away from the back of her head, that suddenly she knows for certain he’s not infected. She feels inordinately proud of her scientific proweress.

Mulder, pressed lithely along her tense back while she cuts the worm out of a dying Bear. The timber of his voice as he yells at her like she’s beytraued him. Dr. Da Silvia’s thankful face and her brown nipples, her eyes slipping shut and her head back in relief, the tender column of her throat exposed. Them, all of them, being out here in the ice with no where to go, no hope for rescue. Death, betrayal, fear. Her thumb strokes over her clit, Mulder’s seed spills hot in her mouth; she thinks of him,how he’s probably thinking of her, and that fear runs so hot and deep she comes hard, moaning around his dick and fucking herself raw.

You may not be who you are.

Masquerade [SVT’s Joshua]

Genre: Prince!AU and fluff bc Prince Joshua!!

Word Count: 1.5k

Admin: Rianne⭐️

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Growing Up pt.1

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader // Sarah Rogers, Becca Barnes, Nat Romanov, Bucky Barnes.

Warning: Over protective dad!Steve and Dad!Bucky, so language maybe?

When Sarah and Becca come home with the most exciting news two 15 years could have, you and Nat are unsure how well this is going to go over with their fathers. Rule One of having daughters NO DATING.

“Mom!” – “Aunt Y/N!”

“Aunt Nat!” – “Mom!”

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Friends [Part 2]; Optional Bias

author’s note: the positive feedback on the previous part was absolutely overwhelming! i’m so glad that you all enjoyed it! feel free to send me any feedback or constructive criticism that you have (especially for the smut, because i know i need to improve)! i hope you all enjoy this part! also i’ve given the wife/fiancee a name, Hana, in case you all are confused to who Hana is.

**warning for shitty smut below the cut.

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“And this is the dress that I like the most,” Hana tells you, scrolling through the many pictures of wedding dresses on her phone. She stops on a gorgeous dress. The dress is long-sleeved, but the sleeves are only lace instead of the smooth satin like the rest of the dress. The back of the dress dips down to the model’s lower back, and your eyes widen at the price written in the bottom corner. 

“It’s beautiful.” You tell her, faking a smile as she nods her head vigorously and continues scrolling through photos of dresses and wedding cakes and every other thing that she had to be excited about. You feel awkward and upset, especially giving her advice to marry the man you’re in love with. 

“Can I ask you a personal question?” Hana rests her wine glass on her knee after finally showing you each of the dresses she had narrowed her choices down to. “Of course,” You nod, smiling brightly at her.

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Stockings

Summary: Bucky and the reader exchange stockings on Christmas morning. Bucky x Reader

Words: ~2400

AN: No warnings. Super duper fluffy. Family Avengers. Happy Christmas to those who celebrate. Here’s my gift to youuuu. :)

Pale sunlight streamed through the window blinds, illuminating flecks of dust in the bedroom. The snow outside made it seem twice as bright, the white, undisturbed blanket reflecting the sun. A gentle breeze caused a tree branch to tap cautiously at the window, rousing you from your sleep.

The side closest to the window felt frozen, but your backside was overwhelmingly hot. A body flushed against yours, fingers splayed across your naked navel and causing goosebumps to rise on your flesh. Bucky’s breath drew your blood to one spot on the crook of your neck, and it was amazing how he managed to breathe at all with his face buried between your head and the pillow under it.

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