I decided to become an artist when I was about your age. I liked to draw so much, I almost hated to go to bed. And then one day, all of a sudden, I couldn’t draw anything. Everything I drew, I didn’t like. I realized that my art up to then was a copy of someone else, things I had seen somewhere. I decided I had to discover my own style. It’s still difficult. But then, the results… They seem to be a little better than before. It’s nice to be a witch, isn’t it? I like the idea - to be a witch, to be an artist, to be a baker… It’s an energy bestowed by the gods or someone, right? Though thanks to it, we do have to suffer at times.
Woke up alone in this hotel room Played with myself where were you Fell back to sleep I got drunk by noon I’ve never felt less cool
We haven’t spoke since you went away Comfortable silence is so overrated Why won’t you ever be the first one to break Even my phone misses your call By the way
I saw your friend that you know from work He said you feel just fine I see you gave him my old t-shirt More of what was once mine
I see it’s written it’s all over his face Comfortable silence is so overrated Why won’t you ever say what you want to say Even my phone misses your call By the way
Maybe one day you’ll call me And tell me that you’re sorry too Maybe one day you’ll call me And tell me that you’re sorry too Maybe one day you’ll call me And tell me that you’re sorry too But you You never do
Woke up the girl who looks just like you I almost said your name We haven’t spoke since you went away Comfortable silence is so overrated Why won’t you ever say what you want to say Even my phone misses your call
We haven’t spoke since you went away Comfortable silence is so overrated Why won’t you ever say what you want to say Even my phone misses your call By the way
Hi! May I request Red and Blue texting their paladins about confessing to each other? Like Blue's all supportive and telling Lance, "You're amazing. Of course he likes you." And Red's all "Just do it! Oh my god, do it and stop with the pining!" (PS: You're amazing. Thank you for this blog.)
(ok i kind of changed how you wanted red to react but i hope you still like this 💜 )
RED AND BLUE ARE IN LOVE IT IS CANON LMAO
(damn this is a long one but i hope it’s kind of what you were looking for :) )
"Being Fuckable Does Not Mean Being Date-able." [Dylan O’brien] Pt. 1
THANK YOU FOR 1k FOLLOWERS GUYS!!!!
This is probably the last request I’ll ever do. And it’s from a long time ago. Sorry. Requests kind of give me writers block because of the certain plot that has to go with it so forgive me if I never got to yours, but enjoy this last one because after this I will just write what comes to mind! MY BOX IS STILL OPEN FOR COMMENTS OR QUESTIONS THOUGH!!!
anon: Heyyy buddy I think you writing is amazing could you do one where the reader is drunk and at a party Dylan had to take her home and she accidentally tells him that she likes him then the morning after he confronts her about it.
My eyes were very focused on my ipad settled below my chin. Laying on my stomach, I felt my shoulders begin to cramp. I grabbed my ipad and laid my back on the pillows trying to desperately finish the story before I start to get ready for my plans later. I had a guilty pleasure, it was reading dirty stories, Dylan somehow never teased me about it, but from time to time he did laugh a little.
“Are you reading smut again?” Dylan’s voice rang through my ears. I forgot he was beside me now curiously looking over to see what I was doing.
“Yes and?” He put his hands up in defense as his eyebrows worked their way closer to each other.
“Nothing Rachel Green.”
“Shut up Joey.” I said responding to his ‘Friends’ reference, the episode where Joey found out Rachel was reading a dirty book. My eyes scanned the paragraphs as I was trying to get back to where I was, “How come you read smut when you literally can get sex whenever you can, “
My attention was very much now on him already knowing what was coming. His eyes wandered and paused directly at my lips. It’s like he realized his stare was starting to affect me that he tilted his eyes back to mine.
“Uh, what I mean is that I’ve seen you do it.” He explained in order for me to not interpret it wrong.
Was he serious? Well because Dylan, you are my best friend, and when I read these books I picture you in them with me but I know fucking your best friend would be weird for you.
That’s what I should of said, but instead the words jumbled up into,
“Because it’s entertaining to see the climax and story of the couple right before they fuck, and even staying for the resolution after.” I stated, not even bothering to look at him any longer with the intent of wanting to jump every bone of his body as I kept reading further.
I could see his hands intertwining together as both of them were playing around with each other between his legs. His eyes kept directing at me as if waiting for me to answer sincerely.
“Okay because I have needs Dylan! Did you really want me to say that I get horny a lot?” I rolled my eyes as his smile plastered pure satisfaction after I fezzed up.
“But horny of what? Just go have sex? There’s something you’re not telling me here.” He paused.
“Better yet, just fuck me.” he shrugged. He always flirted as a joke so casually and it irritated the hell out of me.
For us, saying, ‘fuck me’ is a regular one on one jokingly flirting with each other thing. We always joke sexually but lately it was becoming hard for me to just act like I didn’t want him to pound into me. I had it bad for my ‘best friend’.
These love stories with smut in them focused on two things I wanted most, Dylan’s affection and his- well, dick. I didn’t want to be just friends anymore, I wanted something real with him. I read the cliche wattpad books with the plot of best friends falling for each other, pathetic in my situation, believe me, I know.
“No.” I rolled my eyes for the second time hinting at him to stop and wasn’t in the mood for casual jokes.
“You wouldn’t fuck me?” His hand went over his chest pretending to be insulted. I was getting really sick of this, I was ready to snap. He wanted to play? Alright Let’s play.
I pressed the button on the corner of my ipad for it to rest, I could feel stare behind me as he watched me place it on the night stand. All the attention was on him now,
“You know, what? I wouldn’t mind doing something right now. And since you keep interrupting me..” His curious eyes followed my actions.
“Let’s have sex.” I could of sworn that if he had water right now he would spit it right out. His eyes were left in shock to what I had just mentioned which caused me to smirk. I never responded to his jokes, I usually just laughed or rolled my eyes, but it was annoying me now. He needed to learn a lesson.
After several rapid blinks he managed to let out a stutter, “I- do you like me?” A huge smile on his face suddenly appeared, His hand started to caress my cheek. Did he think I was joking?
His question caught me by surprise so I stepped back a little. I was terribly afraid of his rejection. If he didn’t feel the same way, everything would be ruined.
“What? No!” I laughed it off, “Dylan, I said I would fuck you, because let’s admit it, you are hot. But an emotional attachment? Hell no. You’re my best friend?” That is not what I wanted to say at all, but I did not want to be humiliated. His face dropped and went back to a careless expression, his eyes turned darker and they broke contact with mine as his hand extracted from my face.
“Being fuck-able does not mean being date-able.” I leaned forward as I made my way across him. My legs were now snaking around his waist as he was sitting down gasping at my every movement as I sat down on him quickly.
“What’s wrong? Tired of all the sexual jokes?” My lips whispered into to his ear. “Cause I am.” I said lower, “You should put them to the test.” Just as I was about to lean a tad bit close to his lips, his hands grabbed my chin and stopped me.
“Can you just drop it? I get it, I got a taste of my own medicine.” He grabbed my arms in a careful way but shoved me softly off him. He was heading out of my door, as he turned around not even looking at me, suddenly he had such interest in his phone. It’s what he does when he’s mad or annoyed. He avoids eye contact with me and goes on his phone/
“Don’t forget we planned a night out today, I’ll come by at eight.”
And with that he rushed out of my house leaving me utter shock. What was with the sudden attitude? His cold answers really started to made me wonder if I made him uncomfortable with my reaction. He has rejected to fuck me? Of course I wasn’t going though with it but he left before I finished.
It stung so bad. As if I wasn’t good enough to have sex with? My ego was getting to me but I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed of this whole situation. He thought he got a taste of his own medicine? He hasn’t seen the half of it. He wasn’t getting away with embarrassing me that easy.
Four hours later passed and It was almost eight. I made sure to look extra tonight, cause I was an extra bitch. The knocks on the door soon startled me. He came twenty minutes later than he said but I was okay with it.
He was moody again. He stood a few more seconds at the door, “are we leaving?” still typing on his phone.
“Yes, i just need to get my purse and put on lipstick. Are you just gonna stand there and wait?” His eyes shot up and once he got a hold of the sight, he stared up and down at me. I was wearing a short black tight dress as my black heels complimented it. My hair was straightened, and I hardly straighten it. I go more for the curls usually. My make up was the same yet I added wing eyeliner.
He gasped for about ten seconds as he moved his hand up on down his lip. “Why are you wearing that?” He quickly rushed to my couch as he grabbed a cushion and somehow put it on his lap. He was fidgeting a bit, a normal person wouldn’t notice but I just paid too much attention.
“I’m going to try to get fucked tonight, you’re right. I shouldn’t be reading things about it I should just go get the real thing.” I replied coldly.
“You know I was kidding about that. Read all the porn you want.” He winked playfully.
“Cute.” I laughed mockingly. His expression turned cold again as he rolled his eyes. “Fine. Um I’m going to wait in the car.”
“Kay.” This time I didn’t bother to look back as he left to his car. His annoying mood swings were getting on my nerves.
When we got to the club, Dylan’s grip was hesitant, as if he didn’t want to let me go and enjoy myself. “Let’s go dance!” His eyes landed on my dress again, “ Yeah let’s not. Let’s go get a drink or two first.” His grip was still on my waist.
I could see his protective side coming out, and it was irritating to say the least. “Fine.” I fake smiled to show him I was annoyed.
Six shots later, it was finally kicking in. I was already heading to the dance floor, I could tell Dylan was watching from a far. His eyes rolled so far back every time he saw me interact with a guy, it was ridiculous.
It didn’t take long before he saw I was a little too drunk that I couldn’t keep up with my feet. “Alright, we should go now.” He gently intertwined my arm with his as he took us to the exit.
“Dylan! I was about to get some tonight, now they’re going to think you’re like my boyfriend and not want to talk to me!”
“Good.” He lead us towards his car. “How much did you drink?” I asked as we both got inside.
“I drank other beverages, I’m the designated driver remember.” He said harshly. I didn’t say one word to him the whole ride home, but I could tell we were going to his since it was closer. He was being so rude that every time he spoke, my heart ached a bit more.
The silence wasn’t awkward, he knew when something was bugging me so he just doesn’t add to it.
When the car stopped at his house I was afraid of facing him because there was a tear that escaped my eye and I swiped it quickly off. if I said anything he would still notice because of my shaky voice.
“Y/N.” His voice said from a distance but I blocked it out as I kept looking down at my shoes.
“Hey Y/N. Are you crying?” Dylan scooted closer as he cupped my cheeks.
“You’ve been so distant this whole day after I made a move on you. I mean I get it, we’re best friends and you’d never go for more than that. You’d never love me the way I love you, but the fact that you don’t see me as a desirable person? It’s worse than punching me in the face.”
I felt my sadness overcome me as my sleepiness mixed with it. My eyes started to close as my tears still kept streaming out.
“And it hurts Dylan.” I managed to say in my sad, sleepy voice. “It hurts so much because I want to be your everything, and seeing you that disgusted of me just teared me.” And sleep soon consumed my brain I was out with my as the water droplets from my eyes barely started to dry. Guess crying yourself to sleep is a real thing?
Dylan however was very much awake. He was speechless, and he was positive I wasn’t going to remember a thing in the morning.
Originally requested by @newts-fan-case: So could you do a Sherlock x Reader were she is riding his face? (Lol I’m a sinner but I ain’t sorry) like for an experiment ‘cause Sherlock thinks a person can’t get aroused just by giving pleasure to someone else, but he is wrong and yeah ;) & Anon: Hi! Can I request a smut one shot with Sherlock where he wants to try have the reader sit on his face and eat her out and she’s shy & a bit self conscious with her body and he makes sure he makes her see Stars (with a little fkuff)? Thank you! Requested by anon:
The “Experiment” was awesome! Can we have a part 2? Pleeeeeaaaaseeee & a shit load of other people.
Sherlock’s little “experiment”, his relationship with (Y/N) turned somewhat
odd. They would continue to work together and act professional during the
cases, but the tension between them was too much.
showed her a side that not a single human thought existed, or at least didn’t
want to see. He had been patient with her, loving even, making sure to make her
feel comfortable at all costs, complimenting her, being gentle and respecting
her limits… Definitely thing a real gentleman does, but not the kind of traits
one would expect from Sherlock Holmes.
was also the fact that John was sensing some change of vibes in 221B. Of
course, he figured it had something to do with Sherlock’s usual arse behaviour,
but it was weird to see (Y/N) affected by it.
was sitting on his seat, Watson was on his and (Y/N) was between them on the “victim’s
chair”. Watson had a stern, determined look on his eyes and Sherlock was calm
as usual, thinking that John was too dumb to have figured anything about him
‘Thank’s for tonight.’ Jungkook whispered as he held you in his arms and swayed to the soft music that was lingering around.
‘Thank you for such an amazing date.’ You responded as your head rested on his chest.
Yourself and Jungkook had been together for a year and two months. You were a stylist at Big Hit Entertainment and become good friends with Namjoon. He wasn’t your best friend but he was someone you could talk to, considering your lack of Korean when you first moved to Korea. Through him, you met Kook and everything went uphill from then on for the both of you. The two of you had been busy and tonight happened to be the only one where both of you could spend time together.
Jungkook closed the space between your lips. You had kissed many times prior to this, but this one felt like it made your relationship stronger. His lips moulded into yours as if they were made for each other. Fluttering your eyes close, you wrapped your hands around his neck while his went down to your waist. His lips were warm and welcoming as you kissed him back softly. Many times had you both had heated kisses, but this one had an innocence of true love. Pulling apart, he looked deep into your eyes and placed a kiss on your forehead. Lacing your fingers together, he guided you for a walk down the parkway. He had organised a dinner in the park for the evening.
‘The stars are so beautiful.’ You marvelled, looking up at the clear evening sky.
‘Not as beautiful as you.’ He smiled, looking at your side profile in awe.
‘Yah,’ You nudged him playfully, ‘You are so cheesy!;
‘I know, but you love it.’ The maknae pointed out just as your phone rang.
You held out a finger to pause the moment while the other began digging for the phone, ‘Hold that thought,’ You answered the phone, ‘Hello?….ah Joonie.’ You blocked the receiver and whispered back to your boyfriend, ‘Sorry, just give me a minute’ Placing the phone back on your ear, you walked away to continue the conversation with the rapper.
Kook clenched his fists as he saw you lover walk away, this had been the fourth time that Namjoon had phoned and not the first time he had ruined one of his moments. He found that the elder was doing it more often these days and was starting to get fed up. He knew that Namjoon was his hyung, but this was getting really irritating. Many times he wanted to tell you about it, but he didn’t wanna sound like a jealous boyfriend. He took a seat on a park bench and tried to restrain his anger while he waited for you to finish up your phone call. More then ten minutes passed before you came back, and not with a smile on your beautiful face.
‘What did he want this time?’ Jungkook asked, looking up at you.
‘Hey don’t be like that.’ You scolded.
‘This is the fifth time he phoned tonight!’ The maknae stood up, towering over you.
‘I know but he is my friend-’
‘Exactly! He is your friend.’
You sighed deeply ‘Listen I have to cut this short because he ripped a shirt that he was meant to wear for an interview.’
‘And so?’ He huffed.
‘He wants me to fix it,’ You explained, ‘He is at a friends place.’
‘What is he doing there?’ Kook asked with a raised brow.
‘How must I know?’ You chuckle, pecking his cheek, ‘You can go back to the dorm or my place.’
‘I will see you at home.’ A frustrated groan left his lips.
‘So I will meet you at home, okay baby?’ You tried to lighten the mood
‘Yeah whatever.’ He walked away.
You watched your boyfriend walk away from you. You hated to end this short, but Namjoon needed you, even if it was for a silly thing. You loved both of them, with it varying for each but it was love nevertheless. You went and hauled a taxi while he drove the car home. The drive was boring for the sound of the radio was the only thing making a noise. He was so angry that he didn’t even know how to express it at this point. Arriving home, he kicked his shoes off and went straight to have a shower. He reckoned the shower would ease his rage. Gratefully it did, but it only heightened as hours went by and you weren’t answering your phone.
‘How did you even manage this?’ You asked for the nth time since arriving hours ago.
‘I don’t even know.’ Namjoon said with a pout, ‘All I did was try and put it on.’
‘And there’s the answer.’ You chuckled, ‘You shouldn’t be able to do anything by yourself. You are the king of chaos Kim Namjoon. Forever breaking things!’
‘This was an accident!’ He tried to reason.
‘You lucky it was just a tear and not set on fire.’ You finish the last stitch before holding the shirt up, ‘There, all done.’
‘Thank you so much, Y/N!’ The rapper had you on his arms for a tight hug, lifting you off the ground and twirling you around.
‘Look at that, the mighty Rap Monster is actually a cute fluffy troll.’ His friend teased, camera pointed at the both of you.
‘Yah! I am cute.’ Joon challenged, ‘And I’m not a troll!’
‘What ever keeps you asleep at night.’ A snicker came from him as he posted the video.
‘Are you going home now?’ Namjoon asked, averting his attention to you.
‘Yeah, I was kinda on a date with Kook before this.’ You admitted, rubbing the back on your neck.
‘And you came to me!?’ The rapper gasped, ‘Why would you do that?’
‘Because you are my friend and you needed me.’ A shrug came as you felt Namjoon all but shove you out the door with your belongings, ‘What the hell!’
‘Get going, you should be with Kookie now, not me.’ The elder pointed out, ‘Goodnight, Y/N’
With a flash of his dimple smile, he slammed the door, ‘GOODNIGHT TO YOU AS WELL, YOU BRAT!’
Chuckling, you made your way to a taxi while a certain boy had watched the same video over and over. His hand all but wrapped around the phone with anger. Retreating to bed, he drifted to sleep. Thirty minutes passed before the sound of the entrance code beeped and the front door opened and closed. He heard you take your shoes off and toss your bag on the table. Your soft footsteps padded across the floor as he glared at the bedside clock which blinked 12:45am. His back was to the door as he lay and waited for you to enter. The bedroom door opened quietly as you tiptoed in and closed it softly as to not wake him, not that he was asleep.
‘Do you have any idea what the time is?’ He growled as you froze in your tracks.
‘I know baby ,I’m sorry.’ You apologised, lights flashing on.
‘Sorry?’ He stood up from the bed, ‘SORRY! Why have you not been answering your phone?!’
‘It was on silent.’ You defended.
‘It wasn’t on silent when we were at dinner and Namjoon kept phoning every thirty minutes like a pest!’ Kook pointed out, stepping dangerously close to you.
‘Don’t you call him that! He is your hyung.’ You scolded, ‘What is wrong with you?’
‘Me?’ He pointed at himself, ‘The question that should be asked is, ‘why are you taking him more into account then me?’,I am your boyfriend not him!’
‘I never said he was.’
‘Then why are you in his arms?’
‘Wait, what?’ You asked in shock.
‘I saw the video, don’t play dumb.’ He hissed.
‘Don’t you dare call me dumb!’ You threatened, ‘ And he was hugging me for fixing the shirt!
‘And a simple pat on the back couldn’t seal the deal? He had to have his hands all over you?’
You snapped at what was happening, ‘So you are jealous?’
‘Oh please, you only act like this when I get more attention from another male. You fight with me for nothing until you realise that you are being stupid.’
In quick steps he had you pinned against the wall, ‘Stupid? How am I stupid one?’
‘B-because you are being jealous for no reason.’ She gulped.
‘Oh sweetheart, I am a man and I don’t like sharing.’ His deep voice resinated through your ears, ‘I am a selfish man when it comes to you, you belong to me and no one else.’
‘Jungkook…’ You said breathlessly.
‘You aren’t dumb, that I know.’ He whispered, ‘I am sorry for call you that, but I am not sorry for what is going to come next….’
Um holy crap how have I never seen this blog??? Like what this content is amazing and I love it so much and how dare no one tell me of its existence??? Anyway could there be a possibility of maybe some galra keef and klance? Ishipitsohard... 💜💜
yooo i’m all about that galra keef klance, my dude :) thanks so much for the lovely message and i’m so happy you like this blog! 💜
Anon request: Hey! I saw that your requests were open and I just wanted to say your account is one of the best on Tumblr, so I was wondering if you could do a reaction to the S/O being too caught up in studying and being generally anti-social (just to get me through my own exams lol) thankYOUUUU keep being amazing ^-^
A/N: Thank you so much, also good luck with your exams (and good luck to others who are currently taking exams too!)
Your art is amAZING my golly!!!!!!! If you want a request, what about Jack coming out to North by introducing Hiccup as his bf? Idk Thanks for sharing your amazing talent with us! Me encanta su arta y pienso que eres una persona con un corazón grande :)
So I had this request to have chat, nathaniel and marinette all trapped in an enclosed space, for a long time and finally had a brilliant idea for it (with the help of @squirrellygirlart ) Hope you all enjoy it :) Thanks for the request anon!!
Marinette’s class was helping out at Chloe’s hotel for the day. It was something their class had done once a year every year for as long as Marinette could remember. It was supposed to teach them something about responsibility and the job market and of course Marinette always ended up with the worst jobs on account of Chloe’s hatred for her and today was no different. Marinette was stuck with Gofer duty while Adrien was put at the front desk along with Chloe. Marinette was more than just a little disappointed by it. It happened every year of course but Marinette was beginning to feel that her crush on Adrien was more than a little hopeless. Needless to say Marinette was feeling more than a little discouraged that day. Of course the rage filled akuma that was tearing through the hotel didn’t do much to help improve Marinette’s mood. Marinette ran down the hallway akuma following close behind fiery hair sticking on end as she screamed in fury. A small fiery blast landed near Marinette’s foot. She yelped as she pushed herself to run faster.
“Marinette!” Marinette was quickly grabbed around the waist and yanked into another hallway as a fiery blast dissolved where she had previously been standing. Marinette looked up to see glowing green eyes staring back at her. She rested her hands on his shoulders their chests brushing against one another as they both tried to catch their breath.
“Chat Noir,” Marinette greeted breathlessly. Chat smirked at her.
“Afternoon Princess, are you alright?” Chat asked, eyes giving her a once over. Marinette nodded.
“I think so,” Marinette assured.
“Good, come on, we need to get you to safety,” Chat Noir released her waist instead taking her hand in his and pulling her along behind him. Marinette let him lead her deciding to transform once he left her to take care of the akuma. Chat rounded a corner only for them to find themselves face to face with the fiery beast. Marinette and Chat Noir skidded to a stop. Chat and Marinette both squeaked as the akuma smiled wickedly down at them fire brewing in her open hand.
“Make a run for it?” Marinette asked cautiously. Chat Noir’s head made a jerky nod. The akuma reeled her arm back fiery blast aimed their way.
“Time to go!” Chat shouted turning on his heel and tore down the hall, Marinette still in hand. Chat led them towards an open elevator at the end of the hall. The doors slowly began to close. Chat released Marinette’s hand diving inside the doorway and keeping the doors open for Marinette. Marinette skidded to a stop just before the elevators glancing back as she heard a door open. Nathaniel stepped into the hallway looking down at his sketch book oblivious to the raging akuma headed straight towards them.
Request from Anon: Could you possibly do one about Draco being really protective over her and heaps of guys always flirt with her and he’s like really really mad but it’s actually kinda cute and EH YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. You’re such an amazing writer you can totally pull this off so well!!
Thank you anon, this was a fun request to write:) This isn’t my gif, creds to who’s it is because it’s fabulous.
I listened to this song (fall out boy if you’re interested) mainly.
You stepped off the Devenford bus, arms linked with your 6’2
best friend who had a scowl rested on his face as he looked out over the crowd
of students surrounding the bus. “Lighten up, Brett, it’s only a friendly.” You
smiled, bumping your hip against his. Brett eased up at the sound of you laughter
as you skipped through the crowd away from him in search of friends that you new in Beacon Hills, he stared at you weaving your
way through people like second nature.
Today started off like any other day really, you were at school and just working through a work sheet when you felt a hand on your inner thigh.
You knew it was Theo, your boyfriend of a few months. He teased you throughout the whole class and you had warned him you’d get him back.
So now you were at home, in your most sexual underwear, ready for Theo to come round.
Bts reaction to you insulting friends in a loving way:
hai~ I don’t want to be a bother but I was wondering if you could do BTS reacting to their s/o playing around with their friends by throwing insults at each other (like calling each other bitch/hoe ad saying mean things) but it is in a loving way. thank you so much and if you don’t want to you don’t have to do this!!! I just found this blog and I think you are amazing at writing, so I think you will do this well!
A/ N: Omg you’re not a bother and why would I not want t do this, you guys can request freely I don’t bite.
Tries his best to not look scandalized but fails each time. It won’t take him long to adapt to it though, Mama Jin sometimes needs a minute to understand what’s going on.
Smiles each time like what a badass I own. Doesn’t seem to mind it as he himself cusses quite often.
Laughs real loud each time you and your friends start insulting each other
Doesn’t mind it at all, he might as well not pay attention to it unless you bring it up.
Laughs shyly as he asks you why you keep insulting them, not actually knowing that you don’t mean it.
Confused baby like are you sure you don’t mean it? That was really extreme are you sure they are not hurt. Might as well look a bit uncomfortable.
Likes it so much he might as well start experimenting with others. If the hyungs reject his new style, your friends won’t be the only ones you hear insults from.
Request from anon: Hey can I request a Jughead x reader fic where the reader is a new student who has icey blue eyes and red hair and she’s really shy but she really likes jug. Your stuff is really amazing. Thank you in advance you lovely person you <3 <3
Request from @sunshine51879: An Jughead request. The reader is Jason & Cheryl ’ s little sister. She is not like them, quiet, shy, loves to read. Dating Jughead, the twins know & approve. Everyone else finds out when Cheryl blasts Reggie for blaming Jug for Jason’s death.
A/N: I don’t own the conversation between Jughead and Reggie. That belongs to the “Riverdale” writers.
As you, Y/N Blossom, looked up at the building that was Riverdale High, you couldn’t help but feel nervous. Sure, you were definitely a Blossom with your bright blue eyes and fiery red hair and your older sister basically ran the school. But after your older brother’s death, your parents had pulled you out of your private school in the city and brought you back to Riverdale so they could keep a closer eye on you. They didn’t want to lose two children. You were also very different from your siblings. While Cheryl and Jason were involved in a ton of after school activities and loved to have parties, you were more laid-back and quiet, preferring to read in your spare time. You were a freshman, just a year younger than Cheryl and Jason but you felt like a kindergartner again, going to a brand new, big, bad school.
“Hey, Y/N!” a voice called, making you turn around.
You smiled once you realized who it was.
Jughead Jones, your boyfriend of seven months made his way over to you, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. You blushed and quickly looked around, making sure no one saw the two of you.
“Jughead!” you lightly scolded. “What if someone saw us?”
“What a shame that would be,” he said sarcastically.
You and Jughead met over your spring break earlier that year. You had accidentally walked into him while carrying a milkshake and spilled it all over him. You apologized to him profusely as you tried to clean up his shirt as he continuously reassured you that it was fine. You then offered to buy him whatever he wanted from Pop’s as an apology. Little did you know that would end up being your first date. Laughing and joking with each other over spilt milkshake.
Although you were dating Jughead, not a lot of people knew about it. Your and Jughead’s families were always under scrutiny and you didn’t have to deal with your relationship being under the public eye as well. However, Cheryl knew you were dating the beanie-clad boy. Jason did too, when he was alive. To your surprise, they approved of the Jones boy. Why, you never knew. You decided it was better not to question them on it. Jason would always joke with you that he would murder Jughead if he ever broke your heart. You would always laugh at that.
You didn’t like to joke about that now.
“You ready?” Jughead asked, breaking you out of your thoughts.
You sighed and nodded, looking back towards the school.
“Readier than I’ll ever be.”
You managed to get through the majority of the day without any drama going down. But seeing as you were a Blossom, of course you couldn’t escape the drama that went down during your free period.
You were in the student lounge along with Jughead and the rest of the Core Four. The jocks were on the sofa and Cheryl was there as well, occasionally looking over at you to make sure you were alright. The jocks were chatting amongst themselves but you only started paying attention when you heard your brother’s name.
“… let’s be honest,” Reggie began. “Isn’t it always some spooky, scrawny, pathetic Internet troll, too busy writing his manifestos to get laid? Some smug, moody, serial killer fanboy freak. Like Jughead?”
You quickly turned to Jughead who looked at Reggie with a calm albeit annoyed expression.
“What was it like, Suicide Squad? When you shot Jason? You didn’t do stuff to the body, did you? Like after?” he teased.
“It’s called necrophilia, Reggie,” Jughead stated. “Can you spell it?”
Reggie quickly got up.
“Hey, come here, you little—”
“Enough!” Cheryl snapped, stepping in between Jughead and Reggie.
Everyone looked at Cheryl bewildered, wondering why the Blossom girl suddenly cared about Jughead’s wellbeing.
“Step aside, Cherry Pie, and let me avenge your brother’s murderer,” he said, a smug smile on his face. “It’s not like Jughead’s important to you.”
Cheryl looked like she was about to explode.
“He’s important to Y/N. She’s her boyfriend and she loves him and I’ll be damned if I let you hurt him. Back up.” she snarled.
Everyone’s eyes widened as they looked at you and then Jughead, the two of you now blushing furiously.
“No way,” Reggie said in disbelief. “Your little sister and Norman Bates?”
“I said back up!” Cheryl yelled.
Reggie knew better than to mess with the eldest Blossom girl and held his hands up in surrender, slowly backing out of the student lounge.
Cheryl sighed and turned back to you, and apologetic look on her face.
“I-I’m sorry, Y/N,” Cheryl said as she walked over to you. “I know you and Jughead wanted to keep your relationship a secret and I just—”
“No, Cheryl, it’s okay,” you reassured.
You looked over at Jughead who was smiling and holding out his hand out for you, ready to walk hand-in-hand with you to your next class.