slow dancing swaying to the music

In the Corner

Summary: based off this imagine given to me by @n-octicolor

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 3k (whoooooop go me!!!!)

Warnings: cheesy fluff, dry humping (hUMP THAT LEG LADIES), Cas comes without u even TOUCHIN HIM (bc thats hot), language, slight dirty talk

A/N: I didnt proofread this. I’ll go back and fix any stupid errors tomorrow. :-) enjoy!


“You got 20 minutes, princess!”

“Shit,” you muttered, getting out of your chair and practically running down the hall to your bedroom.

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Wedding Date - Jughead Jones

Pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

Word Count : 1,013

Warnings : none

Requests are open!


Sitting at a round table, you were admiring the view in front of you. Your older sister, happily dancing with her newly wedded husband.

“Isn’t this beautiful?” you asked your long-timed boyfriend, Jughead Jones the third, who was sitting right next to you. The usual beanie who was normally on his head, was nowhere to be seen. His raven locks gave him the cute, boyish look that you loved. You were kind of glad that he had tried to dress formally for the celebration. He looked down and smirked before answering,

“Is that a trick question?” You playfully nudged him in his side, knowing he was messing with you.

“You’re supposed to say yes!” He chuckled at you and took your hand in his, bringing warmth and a fuzzy feeling in your stomach. Even though you guys had been dating for already a few years, he always had the same effect on you.

“She is pretty, but you’re pulchritudinous.” You raised your eyebrows, giving him a puzzled look. Jughead had that way of coming up with words you’d never heard before. He was a box full of surprises.

“English, please?” He sweetly laughed at your confused expression and replied,

“It basically means that you are a delight for my eyes.” The blood rushed to your cheeks, probably giving you a small pink tint. Your boyfriend could feel your embarrassment and tried lighting up the mood,

“Don’t be shy (y/n). You are the most alluring and divine creature I’ve ever seen.” A smile crept up your face as Jughead said those words to you.

“Well, you’re pretty foxy yourself.”

“Foxy?” Jughead said back dazed and amused by your new vocabulary.

“Yeah, foxy! It means artful, cunning, knowing- which I personally think describes you perfectly.” You explained. At this moment, something seemed to shine in his blue orbs. He leaned towards you, for only you to hear,

“Have I ever told you that I love you?” You gazed back at him.

“Only every day.”

A dorky smile appeared on him as you kissed his cheek. The next minutes had passed in a comfortable silence, both of you appreciating your surroundings. You and your sister’s friends had token hours to decorate the backyard for the wedding.

Usually you weren’t the arts and craft type but you loved your sister fondly and would do anything for her on this special day. Fairy lights we’re hanging on trees and across the dance floor. All the tables had a bouquet of sunflowers in a translucent vase. Balloons were scattered everywhere across the floor. You had also tried some diys from pinterest but didn’t really get an interesting ending. In other words, they turned out horribly. An enticing tune was playing in the background which you were quietly humming.

Seeing your sister like that made you so happy. It made you think about your future with Jughead. If you two would ever get married. As you were lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed your boyfriend getting up, and offering you his hand for you to take.

“Will you give me this dance?” Your boyfriend asked. The music had turned to a slow song. One of your favourites. You smiled and him and gladly took his hand.

“Of course.” Hand in hand, you and your boyfriend made your way to the dance floor where other couples were starting to appear. Jughead placed his hands on your waist and yours gently rested on his shoulders. The two of you were lightly moving to the rhythm of the romantic sway. You looked up, your gaze meeting his.

“Have you ever thought about us? Like, in the future us?” His eyebrows furrowed and peeked at the sky, thinking before saying,

“Sometimes.” He answered, “I like to think of us being together after school. Going to college would be fun. Maybe settling down after?” You bet your bottom lip.

“Yeah I’d like that…” You trailed off, “And what about after? What would you want? Would you want… this?” You asked motioning to the world around you.

“You mean the wedding?” You nodded, “I wouldn’t mind calling you wifey and being your hubby.” You both laughed and grinned and his comment. “Wouldn’t it bother your parents though? I know your dad isn’t very fond of me.”

“My dad isn’t the one who’s going to be deciding who I’m going to spend the rest and most of my days with. Besides, my dad’s moving to Arizona in the next month or so. It’ll only be me and my mom. You know she cares about you.” I said back.

“I’m sorry about your dad. I know you two don’t have the best of relationship right now, but just try to make the best out of the time you two have left together.” Jughead knew that your parents had separated when you were only a child. You couldn’t clearly remember how they announced it but every time you thought about it, your heart ached. Your boyfriend continued, “On the good side, since your sister is moving out, doesn’t it mean that there’s going to be more place for me?” You teasingly hit him,

“Oh shut it you oaf”

He smirked and pressed his forehead against yours. His icy blue eyes piercing into your (y/e/c) ones.

“To answer that question of yours, yes, I’d like you to be my wife someday.” He titled his head forward and his damp lips met yours. The kiss was sweet but passionate. It probably would’ve lasted longer if you two hadn’t been in public. Or to be more precise, to your sister’s wedding. Just when you two parted away, your sister came up to you with a smile bigger than ever,

“Hey love birds, looks like you two are next.” With that, she walked away and left you a giggling mess in your boyfriend’s arms. Jughead smugly smirked at you.

“Can you at least promise me one thing

“Depends what.”

“That we’ll at least have nine kids.” You chuckled and wondered how you got the chance to have such an amazing boyfriend.

‘Why Don’t You Kiss Her?’

Written by: @ilovebeingjoyful
Posted: April 12th, 2017
Warnings: Shy Bucky. Fluffy Bucky. 
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
AN: LOOK WHO FINALLY WAS ABLE TO POST SOMETHING!!! Confession, I have some Jesse McCartney on my playlist–this is one of his songs. I am unashamed to admit that I love this song! I first heard it when I watched Kim Possible So The Drama and have been hooked ever since!

‘Why Don’t You Kiss Her’ : Jesse McCartney (the lyrics will be typed in the fic, but if you wanna listen to it!)

“Bucky!!” (Y/N) squealed followed by loud giggles that echoed throughout the compound. Bucky’s fingers were wiggling as he stalked her around the couch with a mischievous grin on his face. The two of them were playing cat and mouse around the room, as Bucky’s hat was clenched in her hands and being held to her chest. (Y/N)’s giggles were being fought back behind her captured lip as she watched every movement Bucky was making. Deep down she knew he could easily capture her, but Bucky never did. He enjoyed dragging this sort of thing out. 

“Come on, doll, gimme my hat back. Then aaaaallllll this will be over.” His Brooklyn accent seeping through his charming smirk as he slowly began circling her again. 

She giggled and shook her head, “How about a trade? Give me phone back and then I will give you, your hat back.” Her feet moving slowly in circles making sure her back is never towards Bucky. 

“Well, that is what you get for sneaking Snapchat pictures of me with those animated features covering my face!” He chuckled at her, mentally planning his attack, “You turned me into a cat!” Tilting his head at her with a smile, “Then made my head into a cookie! That ain’t cool, darlin.” His smile growing as (Y/N) began laughing again, “Annnnddd let us not forget you did that FaceSwap thing–you put Sam’s face on mine!” Pointing his metal finger at her. 

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When You Wear His Shirt - BTS Reaction

A/N - Helloooo fellow ARMYs!! OMG I am going insane with BIGHIT releasing all these teasers for BTS. And to celebrate their upcoming comeback, I’ve decided to elevate all our emotions and fangirl capabilities to the max with this BTS reaction yayyy!! Enjoy guys!!! <3

When You Wear His Shirt:


Namjoon would enjoy every second you wore any of his clothes, whether it be his shirt, hat, scarf, etc. But there was no doubt that he loved it best when you wore his shirt. During your movie nights, when you sat upon the couch with your bare legs gently perched upon his lap, he would gently graze his fingers over your calves and sometimes lay a few kisses upon your knees. Eventually, his eyes would meet yours and he would whisper, “You know this is really unfair right? You can’t go around tempting me like this.”


You would be chatting with Jin via video call while he was on tour and he would notice how your shirt was so familiar to him. When he eventually realizes that it was his own, he would find it cute that you missed him that much that you decided to wear it while he was away. Only problem is that the entire group would end up purposely walking by while you two were chatting and catch a glimpse of you in his shirt. That would eventually lead to the entire hotel room bursting in pterodactyl screams and endless teasing that he would have to take your call in another room. When he finally found some peace and quiet he would slyly glance at you while cheekily responding raising his eyebrows, “Usually only my existence can make that shirt beautiful but I think I’ll make an exception this time.”


Yoongi would forever keep his poker face and continue to compose his music while you simply waited lethargically for him to finish. Knowing that he would spend the entire night at his desk working, you purposely waited by his side as the clock continued to move past midnight. At certain moments his eyes would flicker to your curvy figure and bare legs as you sat beside him. When you felt your head begin to grow heavy and sleep slowly coming to consume you, you decided it was best to leave. And just as you were about to exit the room, he would quickly pull you into his lap while murmuring into your ear, “And just where do you think you are going?”


As soon as Hoseok saw you walking around the house with his long oversized hoodie, he would lean forward from his stance and gently beckon you over to him with his fingers. As you made your way over to him he would wrap his arms around your waist and place a chaste kiss on your forehead. He would then lift your arms around his neck and pull you closer and continue to sway you side to side as you two gently began to move into a slow dance. There would be no need for music or words since this was a sort of silence that you two were the most comfortable in.



Jimin would find you completely irresistible he would burst into a smile when he sees you. As soon as you start preparing dinner while dancing around in his shirt, he would slowly snake his arms around your waist and bury his face into the croon of your neck. He would continue to shyly place butterfly kisses down your jawline. When you raise a spoon to his lips to taste your dish, he would gently shake his head and whisper huskily, “No beautiful, I’m hungry for something else.”


Our little 4D Alien would be a bundle of joy when he first catches a glimpse of you. His reaction may incorporate a wide range of emotions including, shyly peaking from the edge of the door at your legs or purposely walking by and brushing your shoulders. Eventually when you caught onto his childish behaviors and continued to playfully ignore him, he would unleash his excitement in the most bizarre way. He would probably end up running around the house with dinosaur helmet over his eyes while screaming, “My girl is so beautiful I can’t take it anymore!”


You would be prancing around the living room rearranging the books on your shelf and he would pretend he doesn’t notice how enticing your bare legs looked as they swayed back and forth among the silky fabric of his shirt. Nevertheless, he would still have a sly, cocky smile on his lips as he continues to write some lyrics for his group’s new album. When you question why he is so silent, he would respond with, “Ah I just got inspired to write some sensual lyrics for our ballad coming up … but I’m thinking it might be banned from broadcast. What can I say? I’m having some really inappropriate thoughts when I see you in my shirt.”

Little Things

Summary: little things you do with your avenger boo, and little things they enjoy or maybe even a habit

pairing: Avengers x reader

Bucky: With each and every day being a struggle for Bucky, it was nice for him to have a steady part of the day to look forward to. Being able to hold you in his arms was enough love to make his heart burst, and your version of couples bonding was typically on the battlefield. So the two of you came up with a better method of bonding, and much calmer at that. Hand in hand, both of you walk into the training room almost two hours before anyone else on the team is even awake. (This is also why everyone makes fun of you and Bucky for going to bed at 8pm) After turning on the projector, the two of you roll out your yoga mats and go along with the instructions being played out on the tv screen. Bucky typically loves to chat with you, but he’s a man of few words while he and you are waking up your bodies and enjoying one another’s silent presence. That is, until he asks you to help him stretch his legs, considering he loves the feeling of your hands working out the knots in his muscles.

Steve: Despite everything else in his life being in tip-top shape in the cleanliness department, it seemed like his shield was neglected in it all. Even after just doing training, there was a layer of grime that rested on top of it. Maybe it was just from the age of the shield, but it held onto dirt like no other. One day at training, you had picked it up to hand to Steve, and it left a film of grime on your hand. So without even telling him, you cleaned it while he was in the shower, and he damn near cried because no one had ever done something that nice for him. It just so happened that you were developing a little crush on him, which gave you a reason to carry on with this little thing. Week after week, you found yourself in his room polishing away at the patriotic shield while Steve chatted away about whatever story from his childhood had come into his mind that day. Even after the two of you ended up getting married you still find yourself cleaning the shield nightly, just with a lot more cuddling.  

Natasha: It just so happened that one afternoon you had sent her a link to a video on youtube, which she had never even heard of. Because of her curiosity, she invited you to her room and the two of you spent an entire day in bed just watching anything that popped up into her recommended. Soon enough, the two of you found time each day to just lay in bed and laugh at the stupid stuff you found. Being that she’s a major key to holding the team together, she’s pretty high strung all day. By the time that training and mission meetings are over, Nat is face down on the bed groaning about not wanting to get up for the next several years. So, it worked out having a few hours of laughter and relaxation with the woman you loved most. Making a habit out of cuddling with her wasn’t so hard either.

Sam: One afternoon, he’d come home from a weeks long mission and simply wanted a dance. Even if that meant you were in your pajamas, with your hair in a lopsided bun; he still wanted his hands around your waist with music flowing into both of your ears. Considering the fact that he was always with Steve, he’d began to adopt some of the older music that spangly pants always listened to. With the slow Bing Crosby song playing, the two of you swayed in your small apartment’s kitchen. Soon you found yourself in the same kitchen, every morning, with hooded eyes, just loving on each other with music going and the sun shining. The only things that changed were the ring that came to stay on your finger, and the baby bump that temporarily prevented you from standing too close to your husband, but you still managed to get that dance in.

Peter: Being the fact that you both are broke college students, whenever Tony offers new and exciting things the two of you are at the compound within an hour. Most of the time when Tony calls it’s about missions and what not, but when Peter’s new video games come in, it’s a whole different conversation. You and Peter pack up, and head to the compound for a weekend vacation. Traditionally, you order 6 boxes of pizza and pick them up on the way, and stop to get some beer with whatever cash y’all have left. For the next three days the two of you cuddle, drink, and have a genuine time with one another. This little tradition even continued as far as your honeymoon when you both realized that instead of being on a beach, you just wanted to be in one another’s arms in front of the tv for a weekend.

Clint: The team seemed to have practice for what felt like 12 hours of the day, every day. By the time they were done, Clint’s arrows were all dull from sticking into the various rubber dummies that were in the training room. So you took it upon yourself to sharpen whatever arrows you could find while he was in a meeting, considering you knew he had a stash hidden somewhere. Just the thought of him sneaking around pulling arrows from random places made you giggle as you were sharpening the arrows. Clint was so smitten when he saw you sitting there in the living room, surrounded by his weapon of choice. Needless to say, it became a friday night routine for the two of you to watch movies and sharpen away at his arrows.

T’Challa: All things aside, running a country was the most over exerting task he’s ever had to do. It’s no surprise that he forgets to do something as simple as getting a good meal in the morning before running all over the place for council meetings and Avengers business. Despite trying to remind him every morning, T’Challa would claim he was running late and would run out before you could get another word in. Being the helpful wife you are, you began to pack little snacks for him in his briefcase that he was using for the day. Not only would you put small bags of goldfish, you’d write notes reminding him that he’s doing an amazing job at managing a country and still being a great husband. These little things only made him more excited to come home and love on you each and every day.

Bruce: Despite being a brilliant man with amazing abilities in the lab, his handwriting is horrific. When it came time to look at his lab notes for what he did that day, it was all in shambles with shitty little drawings next to it. You’d been extremely bored one day because of an injury that left you on the sidelines, until you realized a little thing that you could be doing. Bruce’s notebook was full of extra papers that needed to be scrapped, and once you got through them you found the detailed pages and notes of breakthrough technology that him and Stark had come up with. With a new notebook, you began to neatly re-write all of the directions and ideas that accumulated in Bruce’s mind over the past few months. Even when you were cleared to be back on the battlefield again, you still found yourself in the lab on late nights, sitting with Bruce and writing new notes.

Big Weekend || Dan Howell

A/N: this imagine was requested by @let-it-go-and-live-again! I really like the idea. yeeah body positivity!! btw I added an about me page to my bio in case you want to check it out!

Word Count: 1.6K

POV: Reader


Originally posted by constantlymyself

The sky was cloudy but the air wasn’t too cold. Thousands of people were just hoping that it wouldn’t start raining. I was one of them. I stood there and hoped while my body was made of 60% pure adrenaline by now.

“I can’t wait for them to start!” I had to yell because the crowd of talking people was just so loud.

I smiled at Dan whole heartedly. The huge grin on my face was so big that my cheeks hurt.

“You are cute when you are that excited.” Dan laughed and took my hand in his.

His dimples were showing and just the sight of him made me feel like my heart was going to burst. Although Dan and Phil had stopped doing their radio shows they were still asked to do some interviews at Radio 1’s Big Weekend, an annual music festival.

Dan surprised me by inviting me to come with him. I obviously had to say yes, especially since my favourite band was performing. They were going to enter the stage soon and thousands of excited fans including me and Dan were impatiently waiting for them.

Although Dan was allowed to watch from back stage we decided to mix into the crowd because there was so much audience participation during the band’s concerts.

For a second the crowd grew all silent, then the first fans started screaming. Welcomed by loud cheers and squeals my favourite band ran onto stage. They immediately started with their first song. The air was filled with bursting energy and excitement. I hadn’t felt so alive in a long time.

I started singing my heart out to the songs I had listened to a million times before, but they sounded and felt so different live. When the whole crowd started chanting the chorus of my all time favourite song I jumped up and down, not being able to stop myself from moving and dancing.

“You are damn beautiful, Y/N!” I heard Dan shout into my ear.

I only now realized that he was watching me the whole time and blushed a little bit.

As one of the band’s slow songs sounded from the speakers Dan wrapped his arms around me from behind and we swayed to the music. His broad chest was pressed against my back and he rested his chin on top of my head, kissing my hair now and then.

After the ballade ended I got on my tip toes again in order to be able to watch my favourite band member’s every move.

“Do you know how lucky you are, Dan?” I asked him laughing, pointing out the height difference between us.

Dan was by far one of the tallest people in the crowd and I looked tiny next to him.

“You could sit on my shoulders.” Dan suggested with a wink.

“Dan, everyone behind us would hate us.” I laughed but had to admit that I kinda liked the idea.

“Enter the world of us giants. Just one song.” He pleaded with puppy dog eyes.

I had to admit it sounded tempting. Very tempting actually.

“Okay, but if people start shouting at us it’s all your fault!” I gave in and Dan didn’t really have much convincing to do.

He bent down so I could sit on his shoulders. After I had gotten on top of him I was able to overlook the whole crowd. His head was in between my thighs and I couldn’t stop myself from running my fingers through his soft chocolate brown hair. I crossed my legs behind Dan’s back and he held my thighs for extra stabilization.

Dan and I were enjoying ourselves and I was so happy to have an amazing boyfriend like him.

Just as the song ended and Dan was about to set me down, we were stopped by the band’s drummer and my favourite member.

“Listen everybody! Do you see this pretty girl who got on top of somebody’s shoulders? I want you all to do the same!” he shouted into his microphone and pointed right at me. The crowd started cheering and moving around.

Everybody who was here with somebody followed his instructions. I, on the other hand, had an immensely hard time processing the fact that my favourite band member had just called me pretty!

The heat rushed to my face and my hands started shaking. I felt like my 16-year-old fangirling self again.  

“O my god he called me pretty!” I squealed once my feet touched the ground again.

“Because you are!” Dan said with twinkling eyes and made me smile even wider.

I pecked his lips quickly before I faced the stage again. Just as my eyes landed on the drummer again he took off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and perfectly defined abs. The whole female part of the crowd completely lost it. Never before had I heard such high-pitched screams.

A few teenage girls actually looked like they were about to faint. I had to stare at him in awe. I squealed along while he smashed his drums, sweat dripping down his forehead.  

“Damn I forgot how hot he is.” I breathed in disbelief and was too busy to notice the look on Dan’s face as those words left my mouth.

I was still jumping up and down like a bouncy ball after the concert had ended. Dan was guiding me backstage with him because I was too busy talking about the concert to concentrate on where I was going.  

“I can’t believe that just happened. Best concert ever!” I babbled ecstatically.

“Mhm” Dan mumbled quietly and I was again too excited to notice his resentment.

Back in the hotel we were staying in for the weekend I had calmed down a bit again. After changing out of my sweaty shirt and drinking what seemed like 4 bottles of water I was back to normal.

Since Dan and I were extremely exhausted we decided to go straight to bed. It was only Saturday so we still had the whole of Sunday ahead of us. When I was done with brushing my teeth and exited the bathroom I noticed that Dan was in bed already. I got under his duvet as well and was immediately greeted by his comforting body warmth.

I snuggled up next to him and rested my head on his chest.

“Thank you for taking me with you. I really enjoyed today.” I whispered softly and pecked his pink lips.

With a grin, I decided to deepen the kiss and quickly straddled my surprised boyfriend.

“I thought you said you were tired.” Dan asked raising a brow, teasingly.

“I am never too tired for this.” I breathed seductively.

As soon as those words had come over my lips Dan immediately flipped us over so he was on top. I ran my hands up and down his chest, taking his t-shirt off soon after. He connected our lips again, we didn’t start out slow, it was heated since minute one. The tiredness from before was gone as Dan moved his hips against mine. I couldn’t hold in a silent moan.

“Am I hurting you?” Dan asked suddenly sounding insecure.

I broke the kiss to look at him in confusion. Did he misinterpret my moan?

“Why would you be hurting me? We haven’t even.. you know.“ I asked him confused, looking up at him.

“I thought I crushed you under my weight..” Dan’s words were barely a whisper. He swallowed hard as has face turned the colour of a tomato.

My eyes widened in shock and disbelief.

“Daaann-“ I trailed, waiting for him to tell me he was joking, but he didn’t.

“What are you talking about, Dan?” I wanted to know, scared of his answer.

He got off me and let himself fall down on the bed next to me. I lifted myself up on my elbow to be able to look into his dark brown eyes.

“I- I’m just really heavy. I don’t wanna hurt you.” He explained and I could tell that he was uncomfortable.

“You are way over 6 feet, Dan. How are you supposed to not be heavy?” I argued.

“Yeah sure.” He mumbled unmotivated. My face fell, finally getting what he was implying.

“That’s not what you meant, right?” I breathed totally aghast.

“No.” He whispered and slowly shook his head.

“Why do you suddenly feel like that? You are so beautiful, baby.” I gently traced his biceps, taking in his beauty.

He seemed to quietly ponder for a while before he decided to voice his thoughts.

“I just, I don’t have abs or a toned chest and I’m not that fit and-“ he made himself stop in the middle of his sentence.

He grew all silent. His words brought tears to my eyes. Why didn’t he see how perfect he was?

“You are not saying this because I called that stupid drummer hot today, right?” I tried, but the look on his face at the mention of what I had said earlier totally gave him away.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would make you feel that way. Listen I don’t care if he is hot or not. He will never be you and I love every tiny bit of your body and your soul.” I whispered softly, meaning every word I said.  

I cupped Dan’s face with my hands and deeply looked into his eyes. “You are perfect the way you are and I love you more than anything.” I slowly said so he could take in every single word.

Dan blushed and I noticed that a small smile had found its way back onto his face.

“It’s not just about having a fit body, you know that. Now c’mon let me show you how beautiful you are.” I breathed and started leaving kisses all over his chest and neck, straddling him again.

His Wedding | nine

Summery:  Modern-Day(AU) Bucky and you are former exes. He moved on but you couldn’t. Since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will go fine with your two best friends, Steve and Natasha by your side.

Word Count: 3857

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Romance/Drama

Warnings: heart wrenching angst, language.

Characters (by appearance): Bucky, Reader, Lily Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff.

A/N: This part made me too emotional and I cried several times and I had to take breaks from writing it because damn, it was too much. So far, the best chapter I’ve contributed to this series, and I really hope you guys like it!

Also I love Tom and Jerry.

Please leave me some comments to read when I wake up in the morning, so that they make my day! lol, love me, I’m needy.

Sorry for any typos :P

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Previously on “His Wedding” :

“Yes. I’ll be your maid of honor, Lily.”

What do you call a mistake that’s been repeat twice? It’s called a habit. And my habit is to say yes no matter which situation it puts me in.

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anonymous asked:

Mush-y request~ Can I ask your headcanons on MC and RFA + V + Saeran 's first slow dance, during the party? ^^

This one was so sweet!


  • After the bustle of the press conference, you two were swept up into the heat of the party
  • You were constantly crowded by guests, and he was constantly being asked questions
  • You barely got to actually enjoy much of the dancing
  • So, Zen waited until most people had left to have his special moment with you
  • He requested a slow song from the DJ
  • You gently gasp when you hear it
  • “Zen, this is my favorite song!”
  • “I know,” he says with a smile. “That’s why I chose it.”
  • He extends a hand to you and you take it
  • He places on hand at your waist while he holds the other and leads you across the dance floor
  • Those who are still present are so mesmerized by you two, that they let you have the floor to yourselves
  • He presses his cheek to yours and whispers in your ear
  • You shudder, not just because it tickles your ear, but he says such sweet things to you as he continues to swirl you across the floor
  • When the dance is over, you stop moving but you both can’t tear your ears from each other
  • Finally, he just presses a kiss to your forehead and leads you off the floor, still holding tightly to your hand


  • His eye was in bad shape, and nobody in the RFA wanted it to get worse
  • As a result, he was banned from dancing to any upbeat songs to avoid an accident
  • He was a little upset because he wanted to dance with you
  • You noticed, and you also wanted a dance with him, so you requested a slow song so there wasn’t much chaos on the dance floor
  • Before you can even say anything about it, Yoosung grabs your hand and pulls you onto the dance floor
  • He slips his arms around you and his hands rest at the small of your back
  • Your hands slip around his neck, but you’re very careful because of his injury
  • He’s a little off beat as he starts swaying to the music, but it only makes you chuckle
  • You start to see him swerving one direction to the other
  • After a few of these incidents, you know it has nothing to do with his sense of rhythm
  • He has to admit he’s getting a little dizzy at this point because of his eye and all the movement
  • You lead him out into the lobby where fresh air is coming through a balcony
  • You feel bad that it couldn’t be everything he had hoped for
  • But he just holds your hand as you two look over the balcony
  • “It’s okay. This song will still be part of our story.”
  • Even though you can’t dance, you two sway your hands to the music and talk
  • In the middle, Yoosung gathers his courage to steal another tender kiss


  • So, you didn’t actually get to do any dancing during the party
  • You were busy with guests
  • Jaehee was also busy with guests
  • After she proposed that you join as her partner for the cafe, you two barely talked
  • However, Zen proposed there be a small after party for just the RFA members just to cool off and have fun
  • You and Jaehee got dragged into playing a ridiculous board game where you had to follow whatever the card said to get a point
  • Your card happened to be slow dance with the person on your left…which was Jaehee
  • She was hesitant, but you pulled her out into the middle of the room
  • It was honestly like an awkward high school dance
  • She was so stiff and just stepping back and forth
  • Someone in the circle starts playing cheesy slow music on their phone to “help” 
  • You finally manage to get Jaehee to loosen up a bit and just have some fun
  • She was doubling over in laughter by the time your turn was up and you both sat down
  • It was all in all very sweet


  • It was in the middle of the party and everything that happened with Sarah and Glam Choi was starting to settle down
  • You two found refuge somewhere in the corner where you could just talk and observe
  • The music started shifting from upbeat to slow
  • You jumped a little when you heard the song, and Jumin noticed
  • “I really like this song,” you explained sheepishly.
  • “Hmm…it’s a good song for dancing,” he says softly before extending his hand towards yours
  • Feeling a bit intimidated, you stop at the edge and admit you can’t really dance
  • He coaxes you out onto the dance floor and says he’ll take care of it
  • He leads you very well, having had dance classes when he was young
  • But mostly it’s because you’re not doing much thinking with him being so close
  • He has a soft smile as he gazes down at you for most of the dance
  • As the song nears the end, he spins you around so your back is towards him and he can whisper in your ear
  • After a few sweet words, he just tells you to follow him
  • He takes you outside of the large hall into a more secluded area
  • You are just about to ask why he brought you here when he gently tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses you abruptly
  • Unlike the first time he kissed you, this one was slow and gentle…just like your first dance 


  • Neither of you attended the first party you planned, so this one was pretty special
  • He saw you talking to guest after guest, and then running around doing other things
  • He blocks your way before you could go do something else
  • “Hey, you need a break. Let another member handle this, and we can dance or something.”
  • You point out that there’s no music anyway
  • He drags you out onto the middle of the dance floor and smirks
  • He snaps his fingers and the lights dim and slow music starts to play
  • After you catch your breath, you’re aware of him pulling you closer, resting one hand on your waist and holding your hand with the other
  • You’re vaguely aware of other couples joining you two on the dance floor, but for the most part, you’re just enjoying the moment with him
  • He’s a little nervous of losing the beat, so he’s counting under his breath at times
  • After the song is over, a more upbeat one starts playing
  • You think he’s going to want to stay for that one, but instead he gently leads you by the hand off of the dance floor…to the cake?
  • You don’t mind as you both dig into the last piece there
  • He smears a little icing on your cheek near your mouth
  • Before you can retaliate, he leans over and kisses it off what a sneak


  • It was his first party with the RFA, and for the most part he was sticking to the corners
  • You could tell he was not enjoying himself, as talking to people wasn’t his favorite thing
  • When the music starts, you find the perfect opportunity
  • You go up to him and ask if he would like to dance
  • You gently accept the decline, since you understand
  • Another RFA member asks you to dance a little later, and you accept
  • Saeran is watching you from the distance, and he starts to feel bad that he let you down
  • Feeling a bit jittery, he cuts in and asks if he could dance with you now
  • At first, he’s barely pressing his fingertips against your waist as you start to dance
  • But slowly, he eases into it and gradually pulls you closer
  • As soon as the dance is over though, he’s fleeing to the corner again
  • You go up to him and gently kiss his cheek, thanking him for the dance
  • He’s blushing, but he smiles at you softly 


  • When the music starts, V seeks you out
  • He asks for a dance, since he thinks it’s a tradition for the party coordinator and RFA leader to dance
  • You gratefully accept, feeling a bit overwhelmed with everything going on
  • His presence is very soothing, and when he starts to talk to you, you just feel so calm
  • Time passes slowly in a good way as he leads you in the dance
  • You feel the weight of the party and the past few days hitting you
  • You get a little tired and you rest your head against his chest as you continue to dance
  • You can hear his heartbeat quicken, but you don’t say anything
  • You smile and hug him tighter

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Slow Hands is that song that you put on when you’re still only half dressed and wandering around your room in a shirt and underwear and you dance slowly around, mouthing the words, hands in your hair, fingers sliding down your neck, playing with your bottom lip, your hips moving with the beat, slow sways, and singing to yourself like you’re starring in the damn music video


Eren had found an old phonograph when he`d been tasked with tidying the castle attic. He`d excitedly seen that it also held a worn record as well. He brought it down and cleaned it up before showing it off to Captain Levi, who was only mildly interested.

“It`s got a record and everything sir!” Eren had rambled gleefully, and honestly Levi was more enraptured by the boy`s bright smile as he hopped around the old - and probably forbidden - contraption.

Eren pouted when he realized whatever he was doing wasn`t making the record play, and Levi realized the kid was probably too young to have seen them being used before they were outlawed everywhere that wasn`t filthy rich. 

The raven picked himself up off his chair and away from very important papers to show Eren how to crank the blasted thing. He didn`t even think about how upset Erwin would be, not when those pretty doe eyes were watching him in complete awe and the body they were attached to bounced giddily at the idea of finally hearing what the  phonograph had to play.

Once the Captain was satisfied, he released the crank and let the gramophone crackle to life, a slow tune and a crooning voice filtering through the static until it was clear.(x)

Eren all but squealed when he heard it play, only to listen closer in confusion, having never heard a song like it before, much less heard someone actually sing over the music. Levi smiled fondly when Eren`s questioning eyes sought out his, like because he was able to crank the beast to life he had all the answers.

“Don`t look at me, I`m old, but I`m not that old.” Levi defended, the cheeky look Eren got on his face spoke volumes about what he thought on that subject. Instead of voicing his retort, Eren pitifully tried to find a rhythm to the slow song to dance to, swaying back and forth and horrifically off beat. Levi scoffed.

“It`s a slow song, you`re supposed to slow dance to it, brat.”

Eren stopped his sad little jig and bit his lip then, before taking a deep breath. He dramatically turned to face Levi, his chest puffed out and his hand outstretched.

“Ahem, then, may I have this dance?” He asked, lowering his voice mockingly deep and giving Levi his most dashing grin. But the small raven could see the nervous sweat clinging to his brow. The boy was playing it up because he thought Levi would turn him down, none the wiser that the man absolutely lived for romantic shit like this.

With his head lowered Eren couldn`t see the rosy blush overtake his Captain`s face, and he only looked up, in disbelief, when he mumbled a soft, “You may.”

Eren straightened up quickly, and all too clumsily pulled Levi into his chest, because you had to be real close when you slow danced right? Levi grunted lowly on impact, but it bubbled down into a chuckle, which caused Eren`s face to burn.

Pulling away slightly, the Captain took the cadet`s stiff arms and wrapped them around his own waist, Eren gulped, before draping his arms over the boy`s shoulders and loosely clasping his hands behind his head. Pointedly, he pressed his body forward, making Eren`s step back. Getting the hint, the shifter copied the movement until the two them were moving back and forth across the room.

Eren forced himself not to tense when he felt his superior`s head lay itself snugly against his chest, only allowing himself a breath before boldly laying his head atop his. He could smell the chamomile and lavender shampoo sweet in the black locks as he buried his nose into them and pulled the smaller man closer against him.

Levi could feel the blush on his face crawling down his neck as Eren all but nuzzled him, surrounding him with his ever broadening torso and tightening arms. He hummed in contentment, disregarding the fact that they either looked like right fools or two people hopelessly in love.

So much so, he didn`t even realize they weren`t dancing anymore, that they were just holding each other as the soft music played in the background. The lyrics of the song flitted through the raven`s mind,

Eren his love and Levi his darling, 

He would like that.

please imagine jim teaching spock how to dance…. he puts on old terran love songs and starts off very focused, showing spock each step, but then it just slowly evolves into them slow dancing around the room, spocks arms around jims waist and jims arms around spocks neck, and theyre swaying to the music and spocks got this soft look in his eyes and jim just kisses him so so gently and its like theyre in this bubble of their own happiness

Assassin Preference: Dancing (with you)

A/N: I kinda assumed this was fairly-formal dancing, but I added in just casual dancing if it applied!


Altair isn’t the dancing sort of guy. Not when it’s a group of people. He likes to maintain his Assassin image and dancing was not something a ‘true’ Assassin did. Alone, he’ll sometimes hold your hand and slowly move the two of you back and forth across the room. Eventually he has more fun with it, and you swear you’ve never heard him chuckle so much in one hour. It’s a secret the two of you share. The kisses at the end are nice, too.


Oh, Ezio adores dancing! It doesn’t matter what the song is; something lively, something more refined, anything! It’s a chance to be close with you, and to show off his excellent footwork (or so he brags), what could possibly be the downside? He steals a few kisses at the end of each song, and asks you for another dance until your feet are too tired to continue. He especially loves dancing with you at parties; look at how lovely you are, and you’re there with him! Dancing with him! What could be better?


Connor would be hesitant because he’s not quite sure how to dance with you. A few encouraging words from you would help him get started, but you’d have to lead him through the steps. He pays close attention to your feet, trying to mimic your steps, but that means he’s constantly looking down and not at you. You can’t help but smile at his knitted brows and pursed lips, repeating the same step over and over with you until he’s got it. He doesn’t do anything halfway, that’s for sure.


Haytham knows how to dance, but he’ll only do it on his terms. Try to get him to dance when he doesn’t want to and he’ll just give you a nettled “Not now, I’m busy” (And yes, he will say this even when he isn’t doing anything productive). When he wants to, he’ll approach you politely and extend a hand, asking for a dance. He’s a great lead, and he knows it too. Just don’t get too big of an ego there, Kenway.


Aveline knows how to dance, and can dance well. She would love to dance with you- whether you’re experienced at it or not. She’ll teach you if you’re new, complement your skill if you’re not. Sometimes she’ll get dressed up and go out to a party to dance with you, but she likes spur-of-the-moment dancing too. What makes dancing with her so fun is that she isn’t good at just one style. From straight-laced ballroom dancing to loose and fun kind of dancing where the two of you just make up moves as you follow the rhythm of the song, she’s a practiced expert.


Edward’s not much of a dancer. He doesn’t want to be called Captain Tippy Toes for the rest of his life, and trust me, most of his pirate buddies wouldn’t hesitate to call him something like that. If he had to for, say, a mission where blending into high society was a crucial part and there was dancing, then sure. Maybe. He wouldn’t be happy about it and he’d still try to convince you not to dance with him. He’d say he was a bad dancer, two left feet and all that, or maybe he ate too much of that fancy turtle soup (which he also complained about because who ate turtles for fun?), but you know he’s just giving you excuse after excuse. If by some stroke of luck he’s dancing with you, he’s not half bad. Definitely not the oaf he claimed to be. He lacks the formal training of the upper class, but he didn’t make a fool of himself. It surprised him just as much as it surprised you.


He can dance. Of course he can dance. He’ll dance with you if he gets the chance, but he doesn’t get as many chances as he’d like. Sometimes, on a slow evening, he’ll take your hand and sway with you to no particular music. One (or both) of you start to hum along, making your own songs as you go. It’s one of the things he loves doing no matter how he’s feeling. There’s something so normal about it. So slow, so gentle. Even if it’s a spirited dance- he’s used to getting shot at and having to always look over his shoulder, dancing definitely doesn’t get his adrenaline pumping (which, quite frankly, is nice. Too much adrenaline and coffee is not a good mix).  


She doesn’t dance. That’s what she told you. You found that hard to believe- she had to at least know how to dance, right? With her grace, it wasn’t a far-fetched assumption to make. Well, you were right- she can dance. But you really didn’t want to ask for a dance after seeing her “waltz” with Starrick. Yeah… you wouldn’t press the matter any further even if you weren’t in danger of her leading with her right foot. You’re just content to know that one day, when she finally wants to dance, she knows how (and can teach you if you do not).


Jacob? Dancing? He’s one of the leaders of London’s largest crime syndicate! Do you think he won the boroughs over by dancing?! (Well, now that you mention it…) He’s a gang boss, not some… some… poncy stuffed politician! Do you want him to wear one of those infernal suits again? Don’t answer- I already know your answer. What do you mean you’ve seen him practicing to impress you? That never happened. Never! You have no proof! And you say he’s actually quite good when he thinks no one is watching? What? Ridiculous!


Desmond is good at dancing next to you. Not so good at the whole ‘with you’ part. Who ballroom dances anymore? Not Desmond, that’s for sure. Not that he’s against trying- he just never learned how to do it properly. He’s also not the best dancer even in a situation where he knows what he’s doing, but it’s endearing. Why does he move his hips so much? What’s that goofy smile always on his face? He will always look at you while dancing, to watch your face go a little red and that one half-embarrassed, half-adoring smile spread across your face. It’s one of the best parts about dancing, in his opinion.

Originally posted by tsseract

Title: Midtown High’s Homecoming (Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: The reader doesn’t plan on going to the dance, until Peter asks, of course.

Word Count: 1372

A/N: This is inspired by that perfect clip from the new trailer where peter rips his tie off and i scream so..I hope you enjoy! An 80s song that causes infectious dancing.

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13 Reasons Why (Daveed x Reader)

Sooooooo this took me literally forever to write, but I’m happy with the way it turned out!! Lil shoutout to Becca ( @angeilca-s ) helping me with some of the reasons ;) feedback would be lovely, and enjoy! 

Warnings: ANGST, swearing, it gets a little heated at one part but other than that I think it’s all good?

Words: 5447 (dang this took forever)

One - Constantly distracted

You mindlessly scraped the food around on your plate, your eyes glancing from the food up to your boyfriend, who obviously had something much more important than your three year anniversary on his phone.

“Babe, can you please put that away?” you hinted, glancing down at his phone when he looked up at you.

“Oh, yeah, mhm,” he nodded, sliding it into his back pocket and looking at you. That’s one of the many things that killed you, was the way he looked at you. No matter what you looked like, what you were doing, it didn’t matter. His chocolatey brown eyes bore into you like you put the stars in the sky and made the earth spin on its axis. You sighed and continued eating.

“Babygirl,” he strung out, letting the word slide right off his lips like music to your ears.

“Yes?” you responded, once again giving him your attention.

“I love you, I promise. So much,” he grinned, reaching over to take your hand. He rubbed his thumb across the back of your hand, something that you had always found calming.

“I love you too,” you replied, smiling back. It was a truly genuine smile. You couldn’t be more in love with the man sitting across from you.

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The Winter Soldier

A Bucky Barnes x Reader Smut Drabble

#1. Bucky gets into his Winter Soldier get up and experiments with BDSM and your knife kink

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Bucky wrung his hands nervously. “It’s a lot to ask you especially since-”

“Buck,” You smiled softly. “I’d do anything to help you feel more comfortable with yourself.”


“Yes.” You chuckled softly. “We’ve been talking about this for over a week now, I swear, I want to do this. I want to help.”

“And you know what to say if you want me to stop?” Bucky pushed a strand of hair behind his ear. 

“Songbird.” You nodded. He nodded. You parted ways.

You unlocked your apartment door and dropped your bags to the ground. You’d spent a long day out with Natasha and Wanda, purchasing a series of new lingerie and lounge clothes. You ignored a strange feeling making its way up the back of your neck and strutted into your bathroom, changing into a new lace-trimmed romper that was held together by a series of ties in the front. 

You brewed yourself a cup of tea and switched your radio on. A slow, sensual beat started playing and you let your eyes drift closed. You set your mug on the counter and began swaying your hips to the music. Your hands raised above your head, romper lifting up and exposing the bottom of your ass, and you continued dancing to the music. You were lost in your thoughts, body moving completely on its own. 

The creaking of your floorboards caught your attention and your eyes flew open. You glanced around yourself carefully; someone was in your apartment with you. You turned towards your bedroom as the lights cut out. A strong hand on your back shoved you forward. 

“What the-” 

Your bedroom door slammed shut behind you and your back was pressed up against it. Your wrists were pinned above your head, freezing leather wrapped around them. You caught the glistening of metal before your eyes met a pair of glassed over blue eyes. Your breath caught in your throat and you squirmed under his hold.

“What do you want, Soldier?” You hardened your stare. 

He lacked his glasses and eye makeup, but his muzzle like mask remained. He leaned forward, the plates in his arm whirring and the leather of his jacket rubbing against itself. He pressed his cheek to yours, and whispered in your ear, voice muffled by the plastic.


You brought your leg up to kick him but he held you in place. His hold was like steel and you knew you were stuck. Your only choice was to give in, but you weren’t going to be the submissive he wanted. You were too stubborn, too headstrong. 

He yanked your wrists forward and tossed you onto the bed. You struggled to push past him but he had you pinned before you could even process the situation. He slid off the harness that held the gun to his back and wrapped it skillfully around your wrists and your bedframe, trapping you in your place. 

His knees pinned your legs open as he reached behind him, freeing and twirling a knife in his fingers. You fought the restraint as he studied the blade carefully. His flesh hand dropped and pressed your hips to the bed and he lined the knife up with the ties on the front of your romper. He slid it upwards and the fabric opened with ease. 

He dragged the blade up until there was a thin line cutting the romper in half. He used the tip to open the sides, exposing your black lace underwear and your uncovered breasts. He dragged the knife down your stomach, eyes meeting yours as he slid the blade through the lace of your underwear. 

You whimpered as he tore the rest of the fabric away. You were left in your open romper, completely exposed and unable to do a thing. You yanked on the restraints again, hoping that maybe they’d loosen and you could free yourself. 

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small, sort of egg-shaped thing. You narrowed your eyes, unsure of what it was until he flipped it on. A strong vibration fell through your body as he trailed it down your body, starting at your breasts and teasing your hardened nipples. He inched it lower and lower, eyes boring into yours, until it reached your clit. His knees remained in their position, keeping your legs forced open as the intense vibrations tortured your clit. 

Your body jolted underneath his, hoping that if you moved your body enough he’d remove the vibrator. He didn’t. He kept it firm against your clit. Moans forced their way out of your throat as you grew closer to your orgasm. 

“…” Your back arched upwards. “I don’t want to, I don’t want to cum.”

Your words were a challenge. He forced your legs open further, straining your muscles, and dropped his free hand between your legs. He moved the vibrator side to side as he coated his metal fingers in your wetness. You trapped your bottom lip between your teeth, begging yourself to stay quiet. A growl pushed past his mask as he slid two metal fingers into you, curling them harshly against your g-spot. 

“It’s too much! It’s too much!” Tears raced each other down your cheeks as the overstimulation became too much. “Oh, fuck!” 

He didn’t stop. He continued his movements despite your harsh thrashing around, despite your begging. Your hips threatened to shoot upwards, but he held them down. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Your eyes clamped shut as your orgasm slammed into you.

You screamed his name as you reached the peak of your high. Your thighs shook, your back arched, and your head dropped back; uncontrollable whimpers left your mouth as he kept the vibrator in place and his fingers vigorously pumping. You begged him to stop, you came, you did what he wanted, the stimulation was too much. He kept the vibrator on for a few more seconds before lifting it and turning it off. 

Your eyes remained closed as your body trembled. Your mind drifted off into an unknown state, your mind thoughtless except what was to happen next. What else did he have planned for you? 

You were thrown back into reality when you felt your wrists free up and his body lift off the bed. You kept your eyes shut and held your breath, you knew you should run, you should try to get away, but you couldn’t. You were stuck, exhausted and body craving rest. Your eyes shot open when you felt a warm washcloth between your legs. His mask and jacket were gone.

Bucky wore a genuine smile on his lips. He worked carefully while cleaning you up, avoiding your clit as best as possible. You pushed yourself up on your forearms and his eyes met yours. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it at you, getting up and returning the washcloth to the bathroom. You threw the remnants of your romper across the room and changed into his shirt. 

“Thank you.” He stepped out and handed you a glass of water. “And I’m sorry about your clothes. I’ll replace everything I wrecked.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Your voice was audibly hoarse. 

“I should go, get out of your hair.” Bucky smiled shyly. “We can just forget this ever happened, you know, if you want.”

“Don’t go.” You sat the glass of water down on your bedside table. “Stay the night.”

Bucky stopped, his eyebrows arching upwards at your words. He walked towards your bed hesitantly. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You grabbed his arm and yanked him downwards, curling your body into his. “It’s only fair that since I let you have all that fun with me I get to fall asleep cuddling you.”

“I don’t want to keep you up, doll. I rarely sleep through the-”

“Sh.” You pressed a finger to his lips and looked up at him. “I want you to crawl under these covers and let me hold you, okay? And I want you to go to sleep thinking about my pretty lips wrapping around that throbbing cock of yours in the morning. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Bucky nodded and slid under the covers, freeing himself from his pants before allowing himself to tangle up with you. He ran his flesh hand up and down your back a few times before whispering, “Thank you, again, for this.”

You nodded and mumbled something incoherent before falling asleep. Bucky slept through the night. Your warmth, your heartbeat, your breathing, your everything calmed him; it allowed him his first full night sleep in months. You woke up to him fast asleep next to you, his arms wrapped tight around you as if he was scared you were going to leave. You let him sleep, thanking yourself for saying yes to his proposal. 

A/N: I had a really good time writing this. I don’t know if I wrote it to y’alls standards, but I really like it. As always, I love feedback soooo ;)

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Summer Secrets (Part 2)

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Summary: You go to the dance with Archie, only to see Jughead there. You get into an argument with him after kissing Archie to make him jealous.

You sat on your bed, replaying what had happened over the summer in your head. It always ended the same. Jughead had broken your heart and you hated him for it. Except you couldn’t hate him.

Whatever, you thought, as you slipped on a pair of heels to match your new dress. Your makeup and hair was perfect and you knew you’d be turning some heads tonight. You couldn’t wait to show off that you were there with Archie. Then you’d finally forget about that jerk Jughead.

Your mom dropped you off outside of the school where Archie stood waiting for you. As soon as you stepped out of the car, you could see his eyes light up. “Wow, [Y/N], you look amazing.”

You blushed and playfully hit his shoulder. “Thanks, Archie. Let’s go inside.” You grabbed his hand, hoping for sparks, but all you felt was the heat of his hand. You sighed in your head. He was nice, but Archie couldn’t replace the one you truly liked.

“Uh, I got this for you.” He stammered before you could drag him inside. He opened a plastic box to reveal a corsage that matched the color of your dress.

“Aw, Archie. That’s so sweet. Put it on me.” You stuck your hand out. Even though you didn’t get the same feeling with Archie as you did with Jughead, you were still excited to be spending the night with Archie. He seemed like a great guy.

Archie clumsily tied the flowers around your wrist, before grabbing your hand to lead you inside. Is he really this nervous? you thought. He was hoping that you would be convincing enough to get Betty and Veronica off his back.

The gym was dark, and decorated with bright lights and streamers. Everyone was dancing and talking and seemed to be having a good time.

“Come on, I want you to meet my friend Veronica.” Archie said excitedly dragging you towards Betty and another girl. That must be who the other girl is. “Hey Veronica, this is [Y/N].”

“Nice to meet you!” said the dark haired girl. She was very pretty and you wondered why Archie was so nervous around you if he had friends as beautiful as Betty and Veronica.

“Hey [Y/N], it’s great that you’re back in town!” Betty said as she rocked to the beat of the song playing. “Can’t wait for us to hang out soon!”

“Yeah, that would be great!” You were really excited that you were making friends.

Before the conversation could go on for too long, a slow song came on and Veronica shooed you and Archie away to go slow dance.

Archie led you into a group of slow dancing couples and wrapped his arms around your waist. You placed your arms around his neck and swayed to the music. You were only dancing for a second when something caught your eye.

A boy in a dark suit, leaning against folded up bleachers was staring you down. Jughead. He was angry. You glanced at him, making eye contact before you looked back at Archie and smiled. Archie smiled back, genuinely glad you were having a good time.

The song playing was pretty romantic and you didn’t think before you did it. As the song ended, you leaned in and kissed Archie. It caught him off guard, but he kissed you back. As you pulled away from him, you saw Jughead storming out of the gym. Crap. That was not the right thing to do.

“Archie, I’m going to go to the bathroom.” You sighed as you pulled away from him and headed to the gym doors. Archie seemed puzzled that you waited until that moment to go, but went to rejoin Betty and Veronica.

As you entered the empty hall, you saw Jughead racing towards the front doors of the building.

“Jughead, wait!” You called after him.

He turned, and you could see the pain in his eyes. When he realized it was you, his face hardened and grew angry. “What the hell, [Y/N]?” He demanded, walking towards you. “Why did you do that?”

He stopped a few feet away from you. “The song was really romantic…” you tried to play it off. “What are you even doing here, Jughead? You don’t even like school dances.” You were growing angry. What right did he have to be angry at you for moving on?

“I came because I wanted to make sure you weren’t just playing Archie. And it looks like you were.” He said, crossing his arms and glaring at you.

“You don’t know that. I actually like Archie.” It was only a half lie. You did like Archie, just not the way you were letting on.

“[Y/N], stop it! We both know what this is really about.”

“Not everything’s about you, Jughead. You’re not the only thing that’s happened in my life, you know.”

“No, only the things that you make about me are about me. I know you only did this to try to make me jealous. And you’re hurting Archie in the process.” He knew that wasn’t entirely true, since Archie only asked you out to cover his back, but he knew his words would sting you.

“Oh, now you choose to care? You were pretty upset with Archie over the summer and now you magically care about him again now that I’m involved?”

Jughead sighed. “I never stopped caring about Archie. He’s always been my best friend.”

“But you don’t really care about me?” You were starting to get upset and could feel the tears welling up in your eyes. You turned to go as the gym doors flew open and Archie came through them.

“What’s going on?” Archie raced to you and hugged you after seeing your tears. “Jughead what are you doing?” He sounded angry.


Late one night, in the middle of July, you were laying in bed when you got a text from Jughead. “Meet me outside. And bring a swim suit” it read. A swim suit? What was this boy doing now? You glanced out the window to see him waving at you from the ground. You knew you shouldn’t have told him your parents were out of town for the weekend.

You grabbed your favorite swim suit and a towel before heading downstairs and meeting Jughead outside. “Why am I bringing a swim suit?” You asked, slightly annoyed and slightly amused by this random, late night message.

“We’re going swimming at the lake.” He stated matter of factly. Swimming? This late at night?

You raised an eyebrow at him, no longer amused. You liked having fun but this seemed a bit too wild. “Oh come on, don’t you trust me?” Jughead asked, reaching out to grab your hand. The warmth of his hand the smile on his face convinced you to give this craziness a shot.

You sighed. “Yeah, ok. Fine. But you need to let me change here. I’m not changing in front of you at the lake.”

Jughead turned slightly red, and ran a hand through the hair on the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah that’s a good idea. I didn’t think of that.”

You weren’t sure if he lying or not, but you laughed at his embarrassment. You went inside your house to change and came out with a shirt and shorts over your swim suit. “Let’s go.”

He grabbed your hand again and didn’t let go until you’d walked to a pier by and old house. Something about this house didn’t seem right, thought.

“Does someone live here, JJ?” you glanced at the old building. You definitely did not want to be trespassing.

“No, this house has been abandoned for years. I come here sometimes to relax.” He said as he took off his beanie.

“I never took you for the swimming type.” You teased, trying not to look like you were staring as he took off his shirt.

He shrugged, now in nothing but his swim trunks. “Everyone’s got their own ways of de-stressing. I love writing, but it can be stressful from time to time.” He looked at you. “Are you gonna come swimming or what?”

You suddenly felt self conscious of him watch you take your clothes off. “Yeah, just turn around so I can undress.” He turned red again, but quickly turned around.

“Okay, I’m ready.” You said. He turned back to you, and grabbed your hand before pulling you up on the pier and to the edge of the water. You stopped there, not sure of what he was expecting you to do.

“Are we just gonna… jump in?” You questioned.

He answered by grabbing your arm and jumping in, pulling you into the water with him. You came up laughing, and playfully hit him. “Jughead what are you doing? Don’t do that!” You swam closer to the shore where you could stand and Jughead followed.

“Would you rather I do this?” He asked, his voice low, as he slowly walked closer to you. He reached his hands into your hair and pulled your head closer to his, locking his lips onto yours. The kiss took you a bit by surprise, but you definitely weren’t going to break it. When he finally pulled back, he stared into your eyes and you smiled at him.

“Bet I can beat you to the end of the pier!” You called, taking advantage of the moment. You tried your best to run away through the waist high water, as he ran after you. He caught up to you and pushed you behind him, laughing and launching himself into first place. Giggling, you jumped up and climbed onto the pier from the water, as he walked onto the shore. You were ahead again, but Jughead wasn’t far behind. You stopped when you reached the end of the pier. He wasn’t expecting you to stop and fell straight into the water below. As he came up for air, he saw you laughing loudly at how you had tricked him.

“You tricked me!” He yelled, laughing. He splashed some water up at you, causing you to scream.

You continued to laugh as you jumped into the water next to him. He leaned in for another kiss as a light caught your eye. A light had flickered on inside the old house. Oh no, someone must be there!

Jughead saw it, too and looked back at you, surprised. You both instantly rushed for shore. A figure began to emerge from a door in the house as you both reached shore and threw on your shoes. There was no time for your clothes, the stranger could keep them. You had to get out of there.

You managed to scoop up Jughead’s signature beanie before running off into the surrounding woods.

You followed Jughead until you’d returned to a neighborhood a few streets over from yours. You both stopped to catch your breath.

“[Y/N], I’m so sorry. Nothing like that has ever happened when I’ve been there.” Jughead felt bad about pushing you into that situation, but he had no clue somebody would be in that house.

After you took a second to catch your breath, you looked over at Jughead and burst out laughing. “JJ, that was the most dangerously fun thing I’ve ever done!”

He smirked at you and started laughing, too. “I guess it is pretty funny.”

“You should have seen your face when that person came out of the house.” You continued to roar with laughter.

After what felt like an eternity of laughter, the two of you began to walk back towards your street. You suddenly remember what you were carrying. “Oh, I grabbed this for you, JJ,” you said, holding up his beanie. “You’re not really you without it.” You placed it on top of his head. It didn’t sit right on his wet hair, but neither of you really cared. Jughead smiled at you before leaning in for another kiss.


Jughead glanced at you in Archie’s arm before turning towards the exit. “I was just leaving.”

Jughead Jones X Plus Sized!Reader

Anonymous said:

plus size reader x jughead

Originally posted by riverdalesource

I did a head canon set-up for this one, I hope that’s okay! This might be slightly triggering, maybe?

  • You and Jughead started out as friends
  • You had been best friends since 1st grade, when you painted on each others faces.
  • “Look! It’s a butterfly!”
  • “Awesome! Thanks Y/N.”
  • You giggled, “You’re welcome Juggie.”
  • You hung out to together all through grade school but when middle school came around you started to distance yourself from him.
  • You had started to notice that most of the girls in your grade were much more skinny than you.
  • “Hey Y/N! My dad is taking me to Pop’s after school with Jellybean! You wanna join us?”
  • “I can’t, but maybe next time.”
  • Jughead wasn’t blind, even in middle school.
  • He’d been your best friend for so long, there was no hiding from him.
  • He worried so much about you that in 7th grade he begged his teacher to switch his classes around so he would have the same lunch period as you.
  • The teacher didn’t change it, so whenever he could, Jughead would hang out with you.
  • He started walking home with you after school.
  • “What’s wrong Y/N?”
  • “Nothing Juggie, sorry we haven’t hung out a lot.”
  • “We’ll just hang out over summer!”
  • And you did.
  • Jughead often slept over at your house, because around this time his dad was starting to struggle.
  • During that summer, you felt happy. You forgot about your bad self-image and enjoyed time with Jughead.
  • But by the time you finished 8th grade year, your problem had come back to roost.
  • You were never able to hang out with Jughead because you were either too busy trying to exercise or just weren’t in the mood to face other people.
  • Jughead would see you in the halls and feel something in him break.
  • You always looked so sad.
  • The summer before Freshman year started, your family planned a trip to a water park.
  • They had also extended an invitation to Jughead, hoping your spirits would lift.
  • No one knew exactly why you were down all the time. You didn’t dare tell anyone it was because of the way you looked.
  • You knew you’d hear the same old “nonsense, you look great!” or “Are you kidding me? You’re so pretty.” from your family.
  • You hated it. They openly would lie to you.
  • When the day of the trip came you put on your swimsuit and started to cry in front of the mirror.
  • Little did you know that Jughead arrived at your house, and was looking for you.
  • He heard you crying in the bathroom and knocked quietly on the door.
  • “Y/N, are you okay?”
  • All he heard was sniffles on the other end.
  • “I’m going to come in okay?”
  • You were too upset to stop him, you just reached for a towel to cover your ugly body with.
  • Jughead opened the door, and upon seeing you crying on the floor, he shut the door behind him.
  • He knelt on the ground before you, his swim trunks folding over his knees as he did.
  • “Hey, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
  • You just shook your head in response and Jughead sat next to you.
  • “You need to tell me, Y/N. I can’t help if you don’t.”
  • You sniffled, looking at the floor beneath your feet, “I’m fat.”
  • “Y/N, that doesn’t make you unlovable. You’re beautiful, no matter what.”
  • You turned and glared at him, “I am, please don’t lie to me.”
  • “But I’m not,” he said, moving so he was in front of you again, “you’re beautiful.”
  • He reached out a careful hand to brush some hair out of your face.
  • A blush crept onto your cheeks at his action, and he smiled.
  • “See? You’re adorable,” you let out a small laugh.
  • “I’m not like the other girls, pretty and thin and-”
  • “If you were, you wouldn’t be you.” He said, staring into your eyes.
  • “If you lose weight or not, you’re perfect to me. You should be perfect to you too.” He said with pink tinted cheeks, “you’re gorgeous Y/N.”
  • You gave him a smile and he stood up, holding his hand out to you.
  • “Let’s go swim okay? If you don’t feel comfortable you can wear one of my shirts over your suit.”
  • You took his hand, and that was your first step towards happiness.
  • Freshman year went by in a flash.
  • You spent most of it with Jughead, hanging out at your place or at the Twilight Drive In.
  • You would openly talk about your self-image with him, and he’d do his best to convince you that you’re beyond amazing.
  • Which you are, you’re beyond amazing.
  • Jughead finally opened up himself, and told you about his dad.
  • You offered him a place at your house, hoping he would take it.
  • He didn’t, “I’m staying at the Drive In for now, I’ll be okay.”
  • “You can at least use my shower whenever you need it.”
  • He laughed, “is that your way of saying I smell?”
  • “No, Juggie, you smell great.”
  • Your hardships only strengthen your friendship, because you shared them with one another.
  • You started to grow more confident, little by little.
  • You would look in the mirror and see yourself, not something you hated.
  • You wore the clothes you wanted and didn’t care about the looks you’d get in the halls.
  • Jughead would look too, because you were breathtaking. The air of confidence that surrounded you made him really happy, something he hadn’t felt since his dad joined the Serpents.
  • His feelings for you grew, as fast as your love for yourself.
  • At points Jughead had his own cases of self doubt.
  • You’d become so independent and strong, why would someone like you want someone like him?
  • He didn’t make a move, so you just remained best friends.
  • Until you asked him if he wanted to go to Jason’s memorial dance.
  • You were sitting in a booth at Pop’s, which had become your normal hang out spot right after school.
  • You’d normally help him out with his novel, but you had other objectives this time.
  • You asked him, and he just stared at you in shock.
  • He didn’t know what to say, not really; but he did know he wanted to.
  • “I was just wondering Juggie, you don’t have to stare like that.”
  • “No, no, sorry. I’ll go with you.”
  • “Really?”
  • “I’d be crazy not to,” you smiled at him.
  • “The fact your willing to go to a school dance is surprising in itself!”
  • He smiled softly, “if anyone else had asked I would’ve said no.”
  • You felt a blush crept onto your cheeks and you wondered if Jughead felt the same way about you as you felt about him.
  • You found your favorite and most fancy outfit in your closet, mentally preparing for the dance the next day.
  • Prior to the dance, you and Jughead agreed you’d met there; but as you looked around the gym, you didn’t see him.
  • You walked over to lean against the wall when you felt someone grab your hand.
  • You turned around and was met with Jughead’s green eyes.
  • “Hey,” you whispered, and you took in his attire
  • He was wearing a nice dress shirt, black jeans and shoes that, surprisingly, weren’t sneakers.
  • And his hat, of course
  • “You look great,” you said and he half-smiled.
  • “Have you looked at yourself?” he asked and your heart sank for a moment.
  • “If I look great, you look godly,” you smiled at him.
  • For most of the dance, you and Jughead just talked about everyone else.
  • He poked fun at the couples that were separated by teachers who didn’t want to watch them make out.
  • A somewhat slow song came on, and Jughead watched as you observed the couples that made their way to the dance floor.
  • He nervously got up, extending his hand to you. You smiled and took it, hoping this wouldn’t be the last time your held his hand.
  • You both made your way to the dance floor, swaying quietly to the music.
  • “Thank you,” you whispered, feeling tears swell in your eyes.
  • “For what?” He asked, his tone was concerned when he noticed your unfallen tears.
  • “For everything,” you said, “if it wasn’t for you, who knows where I’d be right now. Probably not here. Not with you.”
  • His heart broke a little at your words, even more when he saw your tears fall.
  • “You’re here right now, and you’re beautiful,” he whispered back, “your shape doesn’t matter. What’s inside, now that’s what matters. It’s what I fell in love with.”
  • You almost didn’t catch those last words, but when you did, you met his gaze.
  • He gave you a weak smile, “surprise.”
  • You smiled, “I fell in love with you too.”
  • He leaned his forehead against yours, “why? I don’t deserve you.”
  • “You’re perfect to me,” you murmured, and he smiled. It’s what he had said the day he found you crying in your bathroom.
  • Since the dance, you and Jughead became an official item.
  • Where one went, the other followed.
  • Nothing really changed otherwise, except now there was kissing. Lots of kisses.
  • Jughead isn’t one for PDA, but when it come down to it, if he wants to kiss you he will. If people are around and staring, so be it.
  • He wants to kiss you a lot!
  • He’d greet you with a “hello beautiful,” every morning at school so you started out the day happy.
  • If you were having one of your bad days, he’d never leave your side.
  • You often didn’t talk to anyone, including him, when you had your bad days.
  • Sometimes he’d buy you a flower, your favorite flower, and then you’d get mad at him for spending what little money he had, on you.
  • “Juggie, don’t buy me things! You-”
  • “Have enough money to get by. I always do.”
  • You’d accept the flower, and he’d sneak in a kiss.
  • You’d always text him good-night messages, knowing that he got lonely in the Drive-In.
  • Over the weekend, you’d sleep over there, watching old movies and cuddling with Jughead.
  • “I love you,” he’d whisper.
  • “I love you too, Juggie.”
  • You remained to be the others rock when it came to emotional issues.
  • You were quite literally, dating your best friend.
  • And you loved every minute of it, as does he.

john crooning real quiet in sherlock’s ear, slow dancing, swaying to the music, holding him close as they sway in the sitting room, in the dark except for the light from the fire, curtains thrown open to let all the lights of london in like the light of a thousand neon stars, warm and soft and floating in the foreverness of it all, no one else in the whole wide world

harryssweetangel  asked:

Okay but imagine slow dancing with harry to try a little tenderness, in your apartment and you have to stand on Harry's feet cause your so short

This has been on my mind a lot lately :) Happy reading!

On The Tip of Your Toes

There was a comfortable silence in the room around you – Harry to your left, sitting on the couch with a book in one hand and the other resting on your thigh; you cuddled up in the corner on the couch scrolling through your Instagram. You loved nights like these, ones where there was no pressure to talk, no pressure to do the right thing, nothing. The two of you could peacefully exist … together.

And that was it.

An hour passed by, and then another, and soon enough it was creeping into the early hours of the morning. Your arms stretched above your head, feeling wonderful as you’d been curled up in the same spot for quite a while now. Harry stood up and gathered the night’s collection of dishes – a few tea cups, a granola bar wrapper, and your water glass – and took them back to the kitchen. He stopped down to place a sweet kiss on your lips before padding off to the kitchen, smiling as he walked.

You sleepily made your way to Harry’s bathroom that had become yours over the course of almost a year. Pouring some face wash into your hands, you scrubbed away the day’s dirt from your face and patted dry with a towel. After brushing your teeth, braiding your hair for the night, and putting some lotion on, you slipped away to the bedroom.

As you made your way closer to the door, you heard the familiar crackle of a record being played, a warm feeling filling the room.

You could hear Harry humming along, the occasional drawer sliding shut as he got dressed for bed as well. There was something sleepy and peaceful about the scene. You poked your head around the corner to see him swaying slowly to the music, rocking back and forth like a willow tree, hardly putting forth and effort to move. He simply moved with the music, and he music moved him.

You snuck up behind him and hugged his waist, pressing your cheek into his back, right between his shoulder blades. A rumble of a sigh rolled through his shoulders and made your heart swell. The two of you didn’t need words to communicate – you just knew.

You swayed with him, the soft trumpets and the slight thump of a bass in the background, guiding the two of you in a slow dance. It faded into the background and the crackling of the record continued. This time, an old favorite of yours played. Your ears perked up and Harry grabbed your hands from around his waist, pulling you around to face him. You grabbed onto his shoulders, giggling when you were nearly too short to hold on. He smiled warmly and nudged your foot with his,

“Step up here, pet,” he encouraged you, knowing this little boost would make this much easier.

You stepped onto his feet, one at a time, making sure you were balanced before holding onto his shoulders again. His forehead met yours and his blazing green eyes got lost in yours. He gingerly lifted his feet to dance the two of you around in a circle, holding you up carefully as he went, humming along with the song.

You could have stayed like that forever, just the two of you. He stole a kiss every once in a while, earning a small laugh out of you or a smile, loving every moment. It felt so safe, so warm.

So right.

The record continued to scratch, needing to be flipped over, but the two of you stayed close, trying to hold onto this moment forever. A yawn escaped from your softly smiling mouth, and that’s when Harry helped you back down.

“A little sleepy, yeah let?,” he whispered, breaking the silence in the room, “let’s get you into bed.”

He swept you up off of the ground and cradled you as he walked over to your side of the bed. His strong arms carefully laid you down as if he was afraid to break you.

He placed one last kiss atop your forehead before walking over to his side and laying down. It didn’t take long for his arms to find your waist, snaking around and pulling you in close. You sighed as the two of you melted together, tired as ever.

It was moments like these that you cherished most with him, and you peacefully drifted off to sleep, Harry humming the tune of your song softly in your ear.

“Just try, try a little tenderness”