Request: Hi there! I’ve been obsessed with Happier by Ed Sheeran lately. I was wondering if maybe you could do one where Jughead and the Reader broke up and Betty and Jug are together and maybe the readers a singer and she sings the song at a show or something? Thank youuu 💕💕 You writing is amazing btw
It had been a month and you still found yourself huddled up in your duvet, trying to keep your mind off of recent events by listening to Hamilton and Divide on repeat. Said recent events included a certain boy who’s name used to make your cheeks heat up and your smile bloom wide.
Currently, the name sent a spear of repentance, grief and anguish through you, practically embedding itself in your heart so you could hear it tear in two.
Description- It’s been two days since you’ve arrived to Seoul. Jungkook vows to show up at your hotel room, no matter the consequences.
Word count- 2,148
If anything, you were overwhelmed at everything that had happened. You couldn’t believe you were finally in Korea, finally breathing the same air as Jungkook.
You remembered when you had arrived two days ago, Jungkook swore he would appear at your hotel room’s door, even if your parents were there. You were scared and tried to discourage him, telling him he would never get away it- leading him to dictate a whole story to you about how he was a master escape artist and had snuck in and out of many places before- which you found somewhat worrying. Fortunately, he had not attempted this cunning plan yet, and though you were frightened at the prospect of your parents finding out, you were also rather excited. For some reason, the idea of taking this risk lit a spark inside you.
You were getting ready to take a shower; your sister had requested you to join her in helping her choose a wedding dress tomorrow. You had been really enthusiastic at the time, you liked the idea of looking at dresses that you knew you would never be able to wear; or even afford. The only issue was you had to get up early. You never had any problems with this, but you wanted to rest while you were on holiday, which was something you never got to do back home.
You removed you clothes slowly, fatigue taking over your body. You knew once you knew once you got in the shower, you were not going to want to get out. Your parents were in the room next door, so you had to try and make it quick, in case one of the came to check on you.
Once you had removed all your clothing you made your way into the en-suite bathroom. There were two white robes hung up behind the door, which you assumed were for when you got out of the shower. The cubicle was large and rectangular, the door and screens made entirely of glass. You turned on the cold and warm taps together, so it would be just the right temperature; not to hot and not to cold.
When the water was at the right temperature, you were just about to step under the shower head, when the bell of your room’s door rang- much to your annoyance. You swiftly grabbed one of the robes from behind the door and flung it on, exiting the bathroom. You weren’t wearing anything underneath, so you made sure to tie up the belt around it tightly, and held it closed from the top. You just knew it was going to be your mum, coming to tell you to go to sleep.
You opened the door, fortunately- and somewhat unfortunately- it was not your mother.
“Jungkook! What are you doing here!” you asked outraged. You were so shocked you’d let go of the top of you robe, revealing an ample amount of cleavage.
“Why are you so surprised? I said I’d visit you, even if your parents are here-”
“Actually, they’re in the room next door, so I suggest you talk quietly-” Jungkook was no longer listening and instead was eyeing your chest, “Hey!” You snapped grabbing hold of your robe once again.
“What?” he asked eyes travelling back up to your face.
“My parents are next door-”
“Okay, so I’ll come in,” he answered barging into your room.
“No, wait- “ you began but he had already made his way to your bed and flopped down onto it, putting his arms behind his head. “Okay, whatever, you can stay here. I’m going to have a bath?”
“Um- because my sister invited me to help her look at wedding dresses tomorrow and I want to be ready.”
“Awww, but I just got here!”
“Then you should’ve thought that I’d be busy before you so rudely interrupted,” you replied sarcastically. He looked up at you, a scowl on his face. He got up off the bed.
“But I haven’t rudely interrupted you yet,” he said, eyes darkening, walking towards you slowly.
“Ah, Jungkook!” You exclaimed, as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Seriously, don’t distract me if I don’t have a shower now, I won’t have it at all, and then my parents are going to come and tell me to go to bed!” You said trying to battle your way out of his arms. Unfortunately, he had a very strong grip.
“Fine, off you go.” He said letting go of you suddenly. Your face dropped as he let go of you, even though it’s was what you had asked for. He sighed and sat back on the edge of your bed. You looked at his pitiful face.
“I mean, I do need to have a shower, but… okay, I have a suggestion. Do you want to join me in the shower” you said, your face immediately flushing in regret.
“y-wait-what?” he said perplexed
“Do you want to join me… in the shower?”
“Do you think I’d say no to that?” he asked grinning widely, one eyebrow raised. You smirked.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t.”
You knew very well, it would have been anything but a harmless shower, you did even know why you had suggested it to begin with. However, you had no idea, it would lead to you being pushed up against the cold tile wall of the cubicle, leg flung over Jungkook’s shoulder; while he had his face buried between your legs. His tongue rolled against your wet folds, mouth moving along your entrance, hungrily, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.
You had never experienced anything like this, it was all new. You where the typical virgin, who had never taken part in any sort of sexual activity- that was until now. And the way Jungkook was making you feel so good, made you care even less about what anyone may think. You were enjoying every minute of it.
You had your eyes closed, one hand holding on to Jungkook’s hair, while the other was placed over your mouth; in an attempt to stifle the moans that were repeatedly leaving you. The one leg you were balancing on was quivering, overwhelmed by the feeling. He flicked his tongue against your sensitive nub, which immediately caused your eyes to flutter open, your hand dropping from your mouth.
“Do you want me to keep going, there?” He looked up at you, large eyes observing your face. He knew very well what your answer was, he just wanted to hear it from your mouth.
“F-fuck, yes,” you breathed out. He pressed your clit between his lips, then proceeded to rub it with his tongue. The wet sounds that were being released echoed around the bathroom. Your vision blurred as you reached your orgasm, cum oozing out. Jungkook lapped up your juices, savouring it.
“You taste so good.” He removed your leg from his shoulder and stood up.Your face was burning like fire, legs shaking beneath you like jelly. You turned on the shower head, warm water spraying you and him.
“Baby, I think it’s your turn to help me out now, don’t you?” He looked down at his throbbing erection.
You looked down too, and dropped to your knees instantly. Water drops from the shower hit your head, as you took a minute to fully admire Jungkook’s size. Your mouth was just centimetres from his pink tip; you flicked your tongue across it. He let out a low hum of approval, then he grasped the back of your hair tightly and guided your mouth down on his length. You hollowed your cheeks, and widened your mouth further.
You moved up and down slowly, dragging your tongue along the underside of his shaft. You pushed yourself further, until your face was almost centimetres from his toned stomach- which you couldn’t help but stare at.
“Ah! Baby, you really push yourself, don’t you?” You looked up at him, eyes filled with tears, his tip grazing the top of your mouth. You pulled back a little bit, and began bobbing your head up and down his dick, tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat.
His eyes were shut tightly, you knew he was close from the way his moans were getting louder. You felt a surge of pride knowing it was you that was making him moan this way. With one final push downwards of your mouth, he released, his hot cum flowing down the back of your tongue.
You slid your mouth off his length with a pop, wiping the side of your mouth. He sighed lowly, letting go of your hair and lifting you up by the arms. He pulled you into a passionate kiss, the taste of him on your lips, mingled with the taste of you on his. You pulled away breathing heavily, reached up to turn the shower head off and turned back to him.
“Do you think my parents are still asleep?” You laughed. You couldn’t help but stare at his body, he truly had the best body you had ever seen on a man; you were incredibly lucky.
“Let’s hope so “ You moved your eyes back to his face. He was looking into your eyes, smiling with his famous bunny smile.
“How do you turn so cute so quickly?” You questioned, grinning.
“Ah, don’t call me cute-”
“Cute!” You giggled. You opened the cubicle door and went and grabbed the robe you had used from the back of the bathroom door. You threw the spare one at Jungkook, who had also exited the cubicle.
You began to put it on, tying the belt up tightly around your waist. He did the same. Your legs were still trembling slightly. Jungkook walked towards you, and scooped you up in his arms, holding you bridal style.
“Put me down, please,” you pleaded.
“Why?” he asked, grasping you even tighter.
“I’m too heavy-” you began
“Do me a favour and shut up… you’re not heavy, and certainly not for me.” He looked down at you. He almost tripped as he moved through the bathroom door.
“Watch your step then, idiot.” you laughed
“Sorry, I was too busy looking at you” he said
“Jungkook, don’t be so cheesy.”
“I’m always like that when it comes to you.”
You were sat at the edge of the bed, Jungkook sat between your legs, his back facing you, while you hovered the hairdryer over his head, running your fingers through his hair.
“I’ve been between your legs quite a bit today, haven’t I-”
“Shut up!” you whined.
“You know, you don’t need to do this-”
“Correction, I do. You’re going to go back out, you can’t have wet hair. You’ll catch a cold, and that’s the last thing you need with your schedule.” He chuckled lightly.
“Whatever you say mum-”
“Okay, so your mum just sucked you off-”
“Shut up!” he exclaimed. You laughed.
Once his hair was dry, you turned the hairdryer off. Both of you sat in silence for a few minutes, before Jungkook broke it.
“I was wondering,” he began, “You know the night we first spoke to each other, I heard bells, did you hear them too?” You heaved a sigh.
“Y-yes, they were hung up in my room, I have a set of bells my grandmother gave me. Why do you ask?”
“Because, apparently if you hear bells it means your soulmate is near. What do you think that means for us?”
“I don’t believe in fairy tales Jungkook,” you answered, faintly. The last thing you wanted to do was get your- and his- hopes up. As much as you loved Jungkook, you knew whatever you two had, couldn’t possibly last. But you didn’t want to break it to him, not just yet. You both went quiet after this.
“Well I should go now.” He grabbed his clothes from the bathroom, and walked back in the room. He took his robe off, and proceeded to put his garments back on.
He made his way to the door of the hotel room, covering his face with the hood of his top as much as he could.
“Be careful, it’s late” you said. You threw yourself into his arms, squeezing him tightly around his waist. He gently kissed the top of your head.
“I will, I’ll try and see you tomorrow, if I can,” he said.
You held the door open as he left and checked to see if nobody had spotted him exiting. You slammed the door behind you.
You fell back on the bed, it seemed as if your troubles would never leave you. You were under no misconception that yours and Jungkook’s relationship would last, you knew it couldn’t. You loved him so much; waking up every day knowing that one day you had to let him go, hurt you more than anything.
Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker Word Count: 1.2K Warnings: Fluff
A/N: Sorry I didn’t get to include any angst!
Your fingers impatiently tap against your school desk, the screen on your laptop hadn’t changed in 30 minutes, and you were starting to panic. You can feel Peter’s eyes on you, but you don’t want to look away from your screen - not even for a second - in fear that it would load and you’d lose your chance.
“How’s it looking, babe?” Peter whispers in your ear, making you jump a little,
“I don’t know,” you sigh out, making sure to keep your voice low so that your teacher at the front of the classroom can’t hear, “I’ve been stuck in this stupid green room loading screen for forever,”
“You’ll get through,” Peter tries to reassure you, “Ticket’s don’t go on sale for another 5 minutes anyway,”
You nod, but you don’t really believe him. You’d tried this before, a week ago, and you failed to get tickets then too. This was shaping up to be the same.
When you’d found out that your favourite band was touring, you exploded with excitement. You’d been waiting years for them to finally announce a tour, and the New York date happened to be the day before your birthday. You’d told yourself it was fate; but now it wasn’t looking that way.
Listen I get really pissed about this whole hiding in your room to eat as quickly as possible when you’re on your period during Ramadan, in your own home so that the men in your family don’t see like????
harry being really busy lately with all his promo and the missus gets upset bc he misses a newborn checkup appointment
new dad harry trying to find the balance between work and being home bc with the SOTT promo this is the first time he’s been working since the babies been born and the missus gets frustrated at him bc he blew off an important appointment for the baby
It’s after he gets home from a busy day, consisting a whole load of promotional interviews and performances to be shown a few days later, when the missus starts yelling angrily at him. Muttering beneath her breath every time he tried to give her an excuse, shaking her head in disbelief at how he blew off the most important doctors appointment for their little girl for a whole day of radio show interviews and performances to go out on the telly over the weekend, glaring angrily at him every time he tries to explain himself and dismissing his apologies because she just couldn’t be dealing with it whilst she has dinner cooking on the cooker.
And with her harsh words about how he didn’t seem to care about their new baby, he’s trying to hold himself together. Trying not to show his broken and exhausted emotions past his strong resolve.
Because he’s really trying to balance everything with a new album coming out and a new baby at home to look after, but he’s just so tired. He doesn’t have to time to sleep much because he’s up early for meetings and morning talks on the radio, but when he does catch himself a few hours to catch some shuteye through the night, the baby keeps him awake and he’s woken up to tend to them whilst he lets the missus have some time to rest and regain her full health back after nine months of body changes and sleepless nights with a pregnant belly.
He’s up the stairs before his eyes begin to water and leak tears, and, he’s in the nursery belonging to his little one before the sobs begin to leave his mouth, hard and fast and aching his chest. His tiny 8 week old baby girl snoozing in her cot, completely oblivious to her broken and exhausted father, tucked up under a blanket he could recognise as one his mother had brought with her when his daughter was just a few hours old. Her tiny hands coming up in her sleep, delicate fingers curling round and clenching into a tight fist, her toes poking out and showing off her tiny ankle from where her legs had risen up her calf.
“Yeh know daddy loves you, yeah?” He hums, sniffling wetly as he wipes his nose in the material of his shirt, tears dribbling into the corners of his lips as he leant over the bar of her cot to drag a curled finger down her cheek, “I love you so much, little one. Just like I love your mum, so much. I’m sorry m’not around as much right now. I wish, for the sake of you and watching you grow up, I was around more and I wish I waited more to release music. But, goodness, daddy just couldn’t wait. M’too eager to get all my stuff out for everyone. S’been over a year since I’ve put music out, you know? And in that year, I got yeh mum pregnant and we were so excited to meet you. I don’t get to enjoy you as much as I hoped,” he frowns, watching as her eyes flutter open, lips pouted and puckered, a damp chuckle escaping his lips when she made eye contact with him and gave him a grin, fingers wrapping around his, “hi, pretty girl. Hello.”
And it silent for a while. Just the sound of his babies snuffles and his laboured breathing. Along with a few sniffles coming from his nose and coughing to clear his throat. Quiet and peaceful until the missus’s voice is heard from behind him.
He takes a glance over his shoulder, hiding his patchy cheeks and red-rimmed eyes, “hey.”
“Harry, I’m sorry,” she whispers, taking a heavy breath, “I, uh, I heard everything through the baby monitor and I just feel so bad. You were crying and I feel like the worst person right now because I know you can’t help being so busy and,” she pauses, taking cautious steps across the nursery and wrapping her arms around his waist, “I’m just so sorry for everything I said. You do care for us. You’re out making money for us right now. You don’t have to but you do. And, I love you for that.”
“Could’a taken some weeks off,” he mumbles, staring down at his daughter, “I’ve been such a bad dad over the last few days. Barely been here to look after her. I’m so busy with work, and-”
“You’re tired. I know,” she whispers, cheek pressed against his back, “take some weeks off. You can always reschedule interviews and performances. You’re going to make yourself sick with all of this stress on you, Harry. Just take some time off. We can take a trip to Manchester if you want to? We can go see your family?”
“I don’t know,” he mumbles, “you try and convince Jeffrey.”
“I have Jeffrey wrapped around my little finger, Peaches. All I have to do is take Persephone with me and he’ll be giving you as many weeks of as you want,” she grins, “I can go tomorrow morning. You’re going to sleep in and have some time to yourself. Do whatever you want. I’ll meet him for breakfast and I’ll talk to him for you,” she explains, giving his belly a soft pat and hearing him purr in contentment, “go have a sleep now. You look like you’re about to fall over.” xx
summary - Your parents’ beach house always sparked the right kind of imagination in your mind - but what happens when a certain boy with a camera in hand becomes your main focus instead? word count - 3.4k
A/N - okay, i’m so nervous to post this idek why ;; it’s my first time writing actual smut and i’m not sure if it even classifies as smut and if i did a great job on this overall. feedback is very much appreciated as always ♡
for @capseycartwright because she did her revision and i promised her tommy and robert interactions :)
Aaron’s waiting for Robert in the pub, nursing a beer as his mum serves a party of four giggling women. There’s a headache blossoming in the back of Aaron’s head, but he’s able to ignore it, confident that Robert will arrive soon. He’ll have a smug smile from a deal well done, no doubt, but more importantly, he’ll have a key to their house. Aaron’s sure he picked his up that morning, but apparently not.
Scowling into his beer, Aaron huffs out a sigh.
“Alright love?” Aaron’s mum asks, raising her eyebrow.
“Fine,” Aaron mutters.
His mum snorts, pats his hand, but is distracted by the sound of the door opening. Aaron looks back over his shoulder, sees a guy in his late forties at least, standing awkwardly in the doorway. He’s wearing a simple sweater and jeans, light, like he wasn’t expecting the wind. Weird, considering this is Yorkshire.
“What can I do you for, love?” Aaron’s mum asks, leaning against the bar.
The guy approaches the bar, stands next to Aaron. “I’m looking for someone.”
The guy’s accent is more Scottish than Yorkshire, and there’s a hint of something else in there that Aaron can’t place.
“Lot of people in ‘ere,” Chas says, gesturing at the punters.
The guy makes a face, and Aaron’s hackles rise. He keeps his mouth shut; he’s getting better at not letting his anger run wild. “I don’t even know if he lives here anymore, but I thought it was worth a try. He’s a Sugden.”
Chas flicks her gaze to Aaron and Aaron’s grip tightens on his glass. “Andy? Jack?”
There’s a flicker of recognition on the guy’s face at Jack’s name, but he shakes his head.
He told himself he was never a reader, he knew that he never was, he never showed interest in literature, he loved music, but books and novels were never his cup of tea. He read the odd one once in awhile, but it was never the first thing on his mind, he had other things that he finds much more interesting, like girls. Harry Edward Styles, was known around the world as a womanizer, but he really wasn’t, he tried his best to show that he is not, he is just not lucky with his love life, you could say. But he was kind at heart, he loved his family and would do anything for them, therefore when his mum asked him to bring back a book for her when he was out that morning, he could not say, no.
He was in no rush that day, had a meeting later on, but it was not his first thing to do, since it was hours away, therefore he did what his mother told him, bring back a book. He went out that morning, tried his best to keep busy around the streets of London, took pictures with fans and enjoyed the odd conversations, but he just wanted a distraction, he was never, not busy, always doing something. He walked around the streets, popping into every other shop, just for fun, he bought small things, but nothing major, he just wanted to keep busy on the early, Monday morning.
It was half an hour later when he finally decided he was bored, he was not in the mood to shop or to doing anything really, therefore he took the book back. He walked up the narrow streets to a small bookstore that laid between two clothes boutiques, it was small barely there, almost squished, he was surprised that his mum did not buy for the bigger stores, the more well-known ones, he almost felt like it was not true, that he misread the address on the receipt, he read the same fine-line black ink in small letters several times in his mind, and it was true, he was at the correct street.
to stay home from school today; after throwing up the second you woke up, you
thought it best. Confusion filled your brain when it happened, you didn’t know
how you got so sick suddenly, especially since you had felt fine the night
before. You had back tracked to everything you ate and couldn’t remember eating
anything bad, and none of your friends, Betty, Veronica, Archie and Kevin were
sick, and neither was your boyfriend, Jughead. Shit, you forgot to tell Jughead
you weren’t going to school. He’ll be worried. You quickly picked up your phone
and texted him, telling him why you were absent.
Jughead had been dating for about 8 months now, and he was everything to you.
He was the best boyfriend you had ever had, and you planned on keeping him for
a very long time. It was just so easy with you two, you both supported each
other and made each other happy. You both loved each other immensely. Not to
mention, the sex was pretty damn good too. It didn’t happen often, both of you
not really sexual people, but when it did happen, my god was it amazing. Last
time was probably around two weeks ago.
thought got you thinking, could the throwing up be related to that? What if
it’s morning sickness? You quickly opened up your period diary app on your
phone, to see when you were due, because you knew that would be the main sign.
When you saw that you were in fact one week late, your stomach dropped. What if
you were pregnant? With Jugheads
baby. At sixteen. You started
panicking, you needed to get your hands on some pregnancy tests to confirm,
when you heard a knock on your window, and when you saw it was Jughead, you
smiled. You slowly got up, careful not to upset your stomach even further. You
opened the window and he climbed through.
you be at school?” You questioned, eyebrow raised.
shook his head, “Not when my beautiful girlfriend is at home sick, and needing
her boyfriend to love and care for her,” he said cheekily.
at his words, rolling your eyes at him, “I’m fine, just got a bit sick is all,”
you said nonchalantly, laying back down on your bed.
picked up on your tone, dumping his bag on your floor and taking his shoes off,
laying down next to you, “Is everything alright?”
but then realised that nothing was confirmed yet so you just brushed it off,
“Apart from throwing up my guts, everything’s fine.”
look convinced, but he seemed to let it slide and smiled, brushing your hair
out of your face.
like you had been sitting there staring at it forever, trying not to cry. It
felt like your word had been turned upside down. The only positive you could
find in this whole situation was staring back at you on the three pregnancy
tests you held. You knew this would change your life forever, no matter what
you did with this information; it would always be a milestone in your life. You
were sixteen for god’s sake, and so was Jughead. The first thing that you
thought when you saw the three plus signs was ‘Holy shit what am I gonna tell
homeless, and can barely provide for himself, it’s lucky that he’s even living
with Archie. Your family was alright with money but you didn’t know if they
could support one more, your parents only had average day jobs, nothing
spectacular but it was enough to only provide for the three of you. And what
about school? How were you going to graduate? You’ll be the laughing stock of
the high school, the ‘whore’ the ‘slut’ the ‘idiot’.
You were so
confused about how this happened. You swore you wore protection with Juggie
that night, you hadn’t felt it break but it was a possibility. You were on
birth control but you couldn’t remember if you had taken it that day. You put
your head in your hands, how could you have let this happen? Were you going to
keep it? You didn’t know. Would it have a good life? Would Jughead want it?
that you have to tell Jughead, there was no way you could keep it from him. So
you grabbed the three pregnancy tests, hid them under your shirt and quickly
snuck into your room. It was 12am, you had to take the tests when no-one was
awake so you wouldn’t get caught by your mum or dad or anything. You threw them
under your pillow, and grabbed your phone, dialling Jugheads number.
It took a
couple of rings before he answered with a groggy voice, “Y/N? Are you alright?
Why are you calling so late?”
swallowed the lump in your throat, “I’m fine,” you lied, “Sorry to wake you, I
need you to come over now, it’s important.”
sounded more awake now, and there was rustling on the line, “Yeah, of course,
are you sure you’re okay?”
answer his question, “I’ll explain more when you’re here, see you soon.” And
you hung up.
You sat on
the edge of your bed, going over what you could possibly say to him, how you
could possibly explain this situation to him without him getting mad. Soon
enough, there was a knock at your window. You took a deep breath and walked
over to it, letting him in.
As soon as
he was in he hugged you, “Are you okay? What wrong? You don’t usually call this
late unless somethings really wrong,” he pulled back, studying your features
and his hands resting on your arms.
over his worried demeanour, appreciative of how much he cares about you, but
all that changed when you spoke your next words.
immediately turned cold, his hands slid off your arms, back next to his sides.
He looked like he was processing what you just said, trying to find some
possibility that what you just said wasn’t true.
his head, “We used protection and you’re on birth control, it’s not possible.”
empathised with him, “I know it’s hard to believe Juggie, I just, that day I
was sick… it was morning sickness. I’m a week late for my period and I’ve got
three positive pregnancy tests.”
his head and closed his eyes, pacing the room, in denial, “No, no, where are
they? Prove it.”
kind of offended that he didn’t believe you, but you walked over to your bed
and pulled out the pregnancy tests from under your pillow, passing them to his
held out hand.
at them with a blank expression. Like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing,
like he didn’t want to believe. Then, he threw them against the wall.
panicked, worried your parents might wake up, “Shhhhh! Jughead! My parents are
asleep!” You whisper-yelled.
whisper-yelled back, “Then don’t fucking call me at 12am in the morning,
telling me I’m a goddamn father of a kid you know I damn well can’t provide
for! This has just fucked my life over Y/N! Changed everything!” He shook his head
again, rubbing his hands over his face, then he turned back and started towards
the window, about to leave, “Don’t talk to me until I’m ready, I need to think
about this, I can’t deal with this right now,” and he left.
to blink the tears away, but they ended up just running down your face. You
couldn’t believe what had just happened. You understood about what a shock it
was, even worse than him, but he didn’t have to act like that, towards you, his girlfriend. You shook your head, getting up and picking up the
scattered pregnancy tests, sniffling, and throwing them in the bin next to your
desk, making sure to cover it with some paper so your mum wouldn’t walk in and
accidentally see them. You dragged yourself into bed, overwhelmed with the
stress and anxiety of what just happened. You shut your eyes, trying your best
to fall asleep.
It was a
couple of days later, and Jughead hasn’t talked to you yet. You were sick with
worry and you were constantly looking at your phone just hoping that a text
would come from him asking to talk. Your group of friends, Betty, Veronica,
Archie and Kevin had definitely picked up on the dynamic shift in your
relationship. They had all asked you if you were okay and you just replied with
“We’re fine, don’t worry,” even though you knew none of them believed you.
Archie would have noticed Jugheads more silent mood for sure, but knew he
wouldn’t say a word to anyone despite it.
sitting at a booth at Pop’s diner when a text finally arrived.
We need to talk, meet at the park near Pop’s?
typed a reply, I’ll be there in 5.
It was dark
out, but that means there would be no one around to listen in to your
conversation. You got up, leaving some money on the table to pay for the food
you ate, and left for the park that was close by.
arrived, you quickly spotted the familiar grey crown beanie sitting on a bench.
You walked over and sat down next to the raven haired boy. It was silent for a
while, both of you just sitting, not quite sure where to start.
Jughead spoke up, “I just want to start by saying I’m sorry for how I reacted,
I’m sure you can understand that I was a bit
shocked, and a bit fucking terrified if I’m being honest,” he said with his
usual sarcastic tone, “I should’ve been more supportive, and I promise I will
be. If you decide to keep the child of course, I understand if you don’t, and I’ll
support anything you decide.”
and took his hand in yours, rubbing your thumb across the back of his hand, “I
understand, and I’m terrified too, I don’t know how this will pan out. But, I’ve
thought about it and I want to keep it, I just want to make sure it’s the
better decision, and I need you here to help me figure that out, I don’t know
how my parents will react, or how we’re going to raise it in our conditions,
but as long as I have you with me, I’ll be okay.”
his hand on your cheek and pulled you in, kissing you softly. After pulling
away, he said, “I’ll always be with you, and I love you. We can go over
everything and decide what’s best if you’re still not sure. We’ll figure it
when ur about five seconds away from askin ur fav @gin-draws to draw ur fave gal lily evans in red gingham and she dOES IT
this hc is the best thing to happen to anyone ever i mean. five year old lily evans in pigtails and red gingham overalls. 15 year old lily evans with red gingham bedsheets. 19 year old lily evans in a red gingham shirt and flared jeans
It appeared to be all consuming, the act of kissing someone. Sirius was slightly surprised by this. He’d kissed loads of girls before, in fact he’d done quite a bit more than simply kiss them. But he questioned it now… had he kissed them? He didn’t think so, not really.
It had never been like this before.
It had never been that each and ever act or thought his body and mind performed somehow stemmed back to the kiss, to Remus. It hadn’t even been particularly long. It had been rushed, lost in the heat of the moment. Wonderful, but nothing monumental as far as kissing goes. Sirius had led him to bed afterwards and forced himself to walk away. He’d apologized afterwards and taken it back. As far as kissing goes, it honestly should be considered rather awful. But it wasn’t.
Sirius felt slightly sick with nerves, standing there surrounded by the whirling action of of the First Bloom Ball preparations. Stray petals scattered themselves on the floors of the long hallways, having fallen off of the millions of bouquets that were being transported into every part of the castle imaginable. Noble and servant girls alike stood around in groups, chattering and working excitedly, hoping desperately that they would receive a bloom from whichever boy it was they dreamt about. It was rumored that the one who gave you the bloom was the one who remained yours forever. Sirius allowed himself a small smile at this. The idea had never appealed to him until now. Then again, the idea had never applied to him either. It still didn’t but he allowed the smile all the same.
Sirius felt the eyes of many on him as he strode about the room. He knew it was because of the party, but he couldn’t help but notice the eyes lingering on his head more than his face, or, more specifically, his crown. He didn’t make a habit of wearing it about but it was one of those days that his mother had insisted. She did that occasionally. He liked it fine and all. It sat comfortably, if not a bit heavily, but he could definitely do without the attention—something he knew his mother valued above all else. He only made the mistake of making eye contact twice before the barely repressed squeals that followed taught him to keep his eyes pleasantly aloof from any one person, discreetly searching for the dark mass of hair that was James. He finally spotted it peaking out from behind a particularly large bouquet. He pulled on his jacket some, straightening it, before all but speed walking over to him, waiting by the double doorway then falling into step with his stride.
James’ face appeared between two pink peonies, “S-“ His face straightened, eyes glancing around, “Your Royal Highne-“
“My mum isn’t here. Can you come?”
James heaved out a sigh as he let the vase carefully down on the table, dusting various shades of what looked like pollen from his shirt. Sirius distastefully glanced only briefly at the yellow stains it left behind.
James raised an eyebrow, “I’m thinking you’re forgetting that status of our relationship.”
Sirius blinked, “What?”
James raised both eyebrows now, offering a smile, “Sirius, it isn’t a matter of if I can come. If you want me somewhere, I go.”
Sirius knew this wasn’t meant as a blow. James was probably joking, relieved that he was getting out of work. But it was true. James couldn’t refuse. Sirius thought briefly back to the way Remus had kicked him out that night of the chocolate cake. The heat that was becoming familiar to him very quickly filled his chest at the memory and he motioned his head for James to follow him. He was doing this. He could do this. This was James.
Sirius walked until they were nearly half way across the castle, in the predictably quiet West parlor. He motioned for James to shut the door.
“What’s this about? I can’t be gone for too long. My mum would have my head.”
Sirius could have laughed at his particular choice of words if he hadn’t been so bloody nervous.
“Well, I’m certainly about to tell you something that could cost me mine.”
James froze half way between standing and sitting on the couch. He rose again, “Come again?”
Sirius sighed and pushed on his shoulders until he plopped down on the cushions, then sat on the lean wooden table across from him. He took a shaky breath, lacing his fingers together across his knees. He went to open his mouth, but suddenly found that his jaw wouldn’t cooperate.
James spluttered, “Mate, you can’t lead with a phrase like that then sit on it.” He waited a moment more then shoved Sirius’ shoulder, “Come on.”
“I kissed someone.”
James blinked, mouth falling open in surprise. Sirius suddenly wished there was a fire crackling, or a rainstorm outside, anything to fill the silence.
“Oh.” James shook his head a little then laughed, “Well, what’s so bad about that? Your mum doesn’t approve of her?”
Sirius looked at him.
The realization spread quickly over James face and he nodded again, “Oh… Oh. Does- Does she know?”
“No one knows.” Sirius said quickly, “You know, I know, and- and… she knows.” Sirius swallowed.
Sirius felt like he was swallowing over his heart. He surprised himself with just how desperate he was to shout that it wasn’t a she, and that it hadn’t felt like just a kiss.
James went to speak again, but Sirius held up his hand, suddenly glad he had some power of James. He didn’t know how many questions he could lie his way through.
“Just listen, alright?” He sat back, letting his hand rest nervously against his thigh once more, “I need you to do something.”
Remus had spent the better part of the minutes between three and four in the morning running his hands over the soft fur of Sirius’ slippers over and over. By the time he had to get ready, he almost felt guilty stashing them away in his tiny moldy trunk at the base of his bed, underneath a pile of old shirts. The flower too, that had somehow remained tucked into his hair, got flattened between the pages of an old book he found in there. Maybe it was more sadness than guilt. Things so wonderful shouldn’t even been associated with such items, much less wedged between them.
He missed the feeling of the soft leather against his heels. He swallowed. He missed the feeling of Sirius’ hands on his skin. His mouth…
There was a hiss from in front of him and he jolted backwards at the steam issuing from the nearly over boiling pot of tomato soup.
“Shit.” He crouched, using the long iron tongs to push the heavy pan to the side, away from the flames, causing the bubbling to subside.
“Since when are you such a day dreamer?”
Remus turned his head to Mrs. Potter who was giving him a sly smile over her steadily growing mound of peeled potatoes. He offered her a slightly sheepish, slightly tight one of his own, “No. I mean- yes. I mean, sorry. I don’t know where I was.”
Mrs. Potter laughed, “Don’t apologize for dreaming, Remus. If anything apologize for the swearing.” Her eyes were kind and reflected the firelight warmly, “But never for the dreaming.”
Remus had to turn his head away. He didn’t want her to see his face fall, his grin succumb to uneasiness. He let the soup swing back into place and eased the fire down to a bluish flicker, then stood and dusted his hands on his apron.
He hesitated a moment, hands pressed to his thighs, before turning around slowly on his heel, “Um. While we’re… I… Just, about dreaming…”
Mrs. Potter’s knife flew on the potatoes and she didn’t look up, but hummed in a way that let him know he had her complete attention. Remus was glad for the lack of eye contact.
“If you…” He paused, desperately trying to think of his words carefully and quickly at the same time, “If you… have something. A dream. Something good, but you know…” he walked forward, pressing his hands to the cool counter top, “you know it isn’t going to last, this dream. This something good…” Mrs. Potter finally looked up at him, fingers stilling, and Remus swallowed before finishing, “do you think it’s worth it? Dreaming it up at all?”
Mrs. Potter looked at him for a moment thoughtfully, then went right back to peeling, “Hm.” She took a breath, “There’s a tale of two brothers. They’re walking in the forest and they come across a stone.” Remus looked at her quizzically but she pressed on, “On the stone are instructions on how to live ten years of pure bliss and happiness, full of riches and power. One brother follows them. He climbs a mountain, he wrestles a bear, he crosses a stream until he comes to a house that holds an enchantress that gives him what he came for. The brother becomes king of a large village with all the money and happiness one could want.” She hands Remus a few potatoes of his own and a knife then continues, “It lasts for ten years, just as the stone said. After his ten years of bliss, his kingdom falls, the woman he loves leaves him, his people turn against him. He is left powerless, loveless, and friendless. He has nothing to do but turn to the only person who knew him before he became what he was.”
“His brother.” Remus supplied, peeling slowly, more intent on listening.
Mrs. Potter nodded slightly in his direction, the pile beside her growing as she spoke, words rich and purposeful, “Exactly. Now, his brother had refused to take the instructions. He claimed that he was happy right then, with the life he was living. He didn’t know what would happen after ten years, so why risk it? He had a modest home, a good wife, had enough money to put basic food on his table. Why take the risk?”
“Well, he’d be happy for a time, at least. Truly happy.” Remus twirled his knife thoughtfully against the wooden counter, the point creating a small indent in the wood, “Why would he settle for something that he was just… content with when he could have something fantastic like his brother did, for even a little while…”
Remus trailed off, suddenly realizing what he was saying. Mrs. Potter was looking somewhat knowingly at him, almost too knowingly for Remus’ comfort.
“Well, I do believe you’ve just answered your own question, love.”
Remus felt his cheeks flush and he smiled, flicking a potato skin in her direction and making her laugh, eyes crinkling. They worked in silence after that, the soft scraping being the only sound that filled the room.
Remus supposed he had answered his own question. He had something good right now. Something better than anything he’d ever had in his life. He had someone. Or at least he was beginning too. Would he really be able to give that up, to give Sirius up, out of, what, fear? Fear of the future? It was there. It was definitely a real fear. There was no hope for them. They had kissed, Sirius had smiled, Sirius had apologized, Sirius had taken it back, Sirius had left. That in itself said it, right there: They both knew, if this began, how it would end. Remus closed his eyes briefly. If it hadn’t been for the remembered feeling of Sirius’ hands on his skin, Sirius’ lips on his own, he would have been decided right there. End it. Sooner rather than later. But logic was consumed by emotion, planning consumed by memories.
Remus’ voice sounded louder when he spoke again, hands slowing, “He’d have the memories, at least.” Remus swallowed, “When it was all over, I mean.” He felt Mrs. Potter’s eyes on him and looked up too, “That’s worth something, isn’t it? He’d remember the happiness. That’s worth the risk?”
She thought for a moment, her own hands slowing as well, knife gliding smoothly, “Memories are tricky, I think. Remembering them is okay, good even. They can take us back to that time, that place. We can feel what we felt again, or almost what we felt. But living in them… it gets dangerous. I suppose it depends on the person, and how valuable they think the memories will be to them. If they would value the memories over their own present happiness.” She looked at him again, eyes slightly more serious but not alarmingly so, “That past can be a tempting thing, Remus.”
And Remus probably knew then. He could feel a ghost of what unbearable weight could eventually settle on his heart if he let this happen, if he let this happen until it…couldn’t anymore. Until it stopped. And it would stop. But he isn’t in the past yet. He’s in the present. And aren’t people always saying to ‘live in the now’?
What a dangerous expression that is, and perhaps the most tempting thing of all.
The already hot air rose about ten degrees when Sirius swung open the door to the kitchens. He probably should have noticed the pies cooling by the window first, or the sharp smell of spices and butter in the air, or the obscenely large pile of white potatoes on the island. But he zeroed in on Remus almost instantaneously, and for a moment all he could feel was him, was last night. His frostbitten skin that turned to warm cheeks and soft kisses and tangled hair-
“Oh my. Your Royal Highness.”
Sirius blinked away from the wide amber eyes and to Mrs. Potter standing next to him. And yes, he definitely should have noticed that.
He tried to shake off his surprise and gave his best yes-I-am-your-charming-prince smile, only to wince a little at remembering how that smile made Remus frown. His expression most likely turned out rather odd.
Mrs. Potter smiled kindly at him and bowed her head respectfully. Sirius glanced at Remus, whose eyes were still fixed on him, hoping desperately he wouldn’t do the same, but knowing he had too. It felt odd, wrong, to see Remus acting like a subject in front of him. Sirius straightened uncomfortably as Remus bowed too, a male’s bow, lower and one had behind his back. Sirius wanted to grip his shoulders and stop him, maybe with a kiss if he was lucky-
“My prince, what might we help you with this evening?” When Sirius just stood there after a moment, Mrs. Potter glanced at Remus, confused, “Or… Or have you come on behalf of the Queen, perhaps?”
“No.” Sirius said quickly, snapping back into himself, what he was brought up to be, “No, nothing of the sort. I’m hear on purely…” he glanced at Remus once more, “physical business.” He had to fight off the smirk at Remus’ flushed cheeks, and looked back to Mrs. Potter, “I require you to fetch Nurse Pomfrey, if you would. Quickly please. I fear my cheek is rather infected.”
Mrs. Potter squinted slightly, obviously worrying over the gash on Sirius’ upper cheek, before nodding, bowing again, and rushing out of the room.
Sirius wasted no time.
It had it perks, being tall, and he closed the distance between him and Remus in just four strides, pressing his hands to Remus’ cheeks at the same time as Remus’ went to his hair. And if Sirius had thought the last kiss had been good, he felt nearly knocked off balance by this one. Remus fingers wound tightly into his hair, pulling and knocking the crown slightly askew as he kissed him, breath hot and needing, filling Sirius to the brim with relief and he doesn’t regret this, he wants this as much as you do.
“Jesus, the one time you choose not to be alone.” Sirius sighs into his mouth, thumbs stroking over Remus’ cheeks, imagining he can feel each freckle there and keep them.
“The one time you choose to wear this bloody thing.”
Sirius laughs. He noses gently along Remus’ cheek, relishing in how fucking natural it feels, like he’d been doing it for months and years and eternity.
Remus laughs too, “Honestly, the first time I get to kiss you without being nervous and you restrict me with this.”
“Excuse you, you had James’ mum next to you. Who’s restricting whom?”
Remus smiles, leaning into the place where Sirius presses a kiss to his cheek, and straightens the crown atop Sirius’ head before letting his hands fall to his neck, “Hm. I suppose you’re right.”
Sirius just lets their foreheads rests together, already dreading having to pull away, “Did you just say you were nervous to kiss me?”
He practically feels Remus roll his eyes, “We were both nervous.”
“I wasn’t nervous.”
Sirius feels a little pinch on his shoulder, “Yes, you were.”
He smiles, “Yeah, I was.”
Remus laughs again then lets out a long breath, nudging their faces closer together. They’re silent for a few moments, just enjoying the other being there.
Sirius feels reluctant to break the quiet. It feels like they’re in their own little bubble, protected from whatever this world would throw at them. But he has to ask before Mrs. Potter comes back with Pomfrey.
“Will you meet me? Tonight.”
“Tonight?” Remus questions, “Tonight’s the ball.”
“Tonight.” Sirius slides his hands from Remus’ cheeks, to his waist, feeling the well worn linen beneath his fingertips, “West parlor. Where we met.”
Remus smiled at the memory, “What a pompous little prick you were.”
Sirius laughed, hands tightening around Remus’ shirt and pulling their chests together. He didn’t miss the small gasp Remus let out, “I’m still a pompous little prick. Just not around you.” He tilted his head to the side, lips hovering over Remus’, “And I’m not so sure about little.”
Remus hummed, seeming more intent on closing the distance between their mouths than actually answering.
The sound of footsteps made them both jump terribly, but Sirius pulled Remus back against him, just for a moment, savoring, needing, “Say you’ll come.” He whispered.
Remus pressed his palms once against Sirius’ cheeks, lips quick to steal one more kiss, “Of course I’ll come.”
They stepped apart, Sirius moving to the other side of the table. Mrs. Potter entered, alone.
Sirius raised an eyebrow at her, “And Pomfrey?”
Mrs. Potter looked absolutely bewildered to see him still standing in the kitchen. She glanced at Remus who had turned away, pretending to tend to the fire. Sirius longed to glance too, maybe get a quick view of-
“You- Your Highness, I didn’t expect you to be here. I would have thought you would return to your chambers, I’ve sent Pomfrey there. My greatest apologies-“
Sirius rolled his eyes a little and then, with the way her face fell and mouth snapped shut, he wished he hadn’t. He was suddenly desperately glad Remus wasn’t looking.
The truth was that Remus was correct. He was a pompous prick. It seemed to go along with his inheritance. But he didn’t want to be. He had to let Remus know he was trying, he was changing.
“No matter.” He supplied, “I will seek her there.” He almost turned, then stopped himself. He had to try, “The- The food smells wonderful, by the way.” He hesitated, shifting uncomfortably, then dipped his head, just slightly, “Thank you, Mrs. Potter.”
He turned on his heel and left, leaving a wide eyed Mrs. Potter in his wake.
She turned to Remus, who was still desperately stoking the fire.
“Well. That- That was rather kind of him, wasn’t it?”
Remus kept himself turned away, hiding the grin that felt like it was nearly splitting his cheeks in two.
“It was. Maybe he’s having a good day.”
Sorry it’s a bit shorter! I just felt like I got a lot across in this chapter that should be separate from what is coming in the next. I hope you enjoy! I’ll definitely try to be more regular at updating now that school is over! Thanks for sticking with me <3 <3 <3 <3