Warnings: swearing, fighting, sexual mentions Requested: yes A/N: this is before Jason’s death.
I rolled over to look at Chuck’s face. What? I immediately sat up, earning a pounding headache. It was 11am and I scrambled out of his bed, picking up my clothes on the way and walking to the bathroom, locking the door behind me to take a moment to breathe and think. Memories flooded back to me of the previous night; shot roulette, flip cup, beer pong. My partner? Chuck. I ended up so shit faced I slept with Chuck. Holy crap. My blood began to boil, it had only been 4 days since Reggie and I had broken up and last night was supposed to be a night to let loose and forget about Reggie, not sleep with his team mate!
“Oh baby,” You reached towards your trembling red-headed companion with trembling hands, desperate to pull him flush against your palpitating chest. “You don’t need to stop crying.” You would coo softly, your small, delicate hands venturing to his ginger locks. “It’s okay to cry,” You would attempt to cease his constant mantra. A small sigh would emit from your lips, your arms creating a cage against his large form. “He’s going to be okay.” You persuaded the singer, your own tears creating a waterfall that proceeded to cascade down your cheeks. The scarlet drops of blood clung to the interwoven fabric of your pearly white blouse, his oh-so-famous varsity jacket now sporting a new color. You held him taught against your chest, swaying slightly. “Don’t stop crying.” Now shaking yourself, the two of you sank down to the hardwood floors of his small room. “Don’t stop..” You sobbed, your mascara staining your porcelain cheeks as your full eyelashes fluttered against them. “Don’t stop..”
You never really were one to cry. Your mother and father had constantly drilled into your head that it was never okay to cry; never okay to express your emotions. As your (e/c) eyes fluttered open to reveal the raven-haired male in front of you, it was too much. Death was inevitable, and you were completely aware of that, but you did not imagine it would come as quickly as it did. Jason Blossom, your best friend of 6 years, had departed from the world. The scenes of the convicted murder churned inside your head, and how it broke your heart in two. Jughead reached towards you carefully, his long fingers locking themselves around your wrist in an attempt to pull you against his firm chest. “(Y/N)…” His feeble attempt proved worthy as you did not try and pull away from his soft grip. Your shoe-clad feet shuffled against the wooden floors, a single tear escaping its prison. Your eyelashes brushed up against your freckled cheek as you closed your (e/c) eyes, and you felt the small tear make a path. You hugged Jughead, sobbing into his chest. He was gone.
A war continued to ravage inside your abdomen, and your short arms wound themselves around your stomach. Your parents were not home, nor were they going to be anytime soon. You longed to call the blondie who lived only a few houses down, as she was your faithful companion and knew exactly what you were going through. However, you decided against it and ignored the sounds coming from your phone. Of course, you decided to watch the Notebook on this day, and you decided nothing was going to stop you. Mother Nature obviously took this as a sign, and it took its toll on your out-of-control hormones. “Why did she have to forget? It isn’t fair!” You sobbed, clutching your favorite childhood memento to your chest. There was a loud knock on your wooden front door, and you let out an unsatisfactory moan. However, the youngest Cooper was aware of where your family hid the key and entered the household. She was concerned! You didn’t answer any of her texts, and ignored her calls! When she entered your room, it was a sob fest. She shook her head, knowing of your situation, and pulled you against her chest. “I know it’s not fair. But they’re together. It’s okay..” Her soft words lulled you into a dream filled sleep. She was perfect.
After the Chuck incident, it was really too much for the sassy girl. Her father was in jail, her mother was using her name in ways she should not have been, and now, she was being used by a filthy male. Her name was forever etched into the shameful book, a worthless number accompanying it. Of course, she got back at him, he deserved it! All of them did! However, the brave girl broke down. Her defensive shield that held witty comebacks, sarcastic responses, and sassy remarks was crumbling, and it was just too much. The raven-haired girl stood in front of the mirror, her hands desperately trying to rid of the shedding tears. “Why am I so ugly?” She murmured, the spiteful words burning. You, of course, heard them and rushed in. When her shield was down, you, of course, had to put yours up. You pulled the sophomore into your awaiting arms and combed your fingers through her tamed hair. “You’re so much more than you believe, V.” You tried to convince her. “Veronica, you’re just going through a rough patch. You’re such a talented, gorgeous girl and I’m lucky to call you my girlfriend. Chuck was an ass, don’t let him know you’re hurt. Let him know you’re strong.”
A friend may last a while, but a sibling will last for life. A twin will last forever. Or so that is what Cheryl thought. Her twin brother was now existing somewhere else while Cheryl was left behind to deal with the crude comments in which the world threw at her. Her brother was her other half, and now, at the moment, she was cracking in half. It was so hard, everything hurt all the time. “Just make it stop…please make it stop. It hurts!” She cried, her perfect face crumbling as she sobbed, her strong demeanor following suit. Your small hands desperately grasped her tear-stained face. “Hey. Hey. Look at me.” You attempted, using the soft pads of your thumbs to wipe away the flowing tears. “I know it hurts baby. It’s going to..” You cooed softly, pressing your lips to her forehead. “He’s gone, and now you have to avenge him. You are Cheryl Blossom! You can do anything..”
It wasn’t like Nina to be late to school, as she valued her
education and needed a good GPA to help her get into University. However, it
wasn’t necessarily her fault either, though she was slightly to blame.
Think of it as Reginald Mantle wanting to drop not only her
brother Elijah off at school, but Nina as well. His reasoning being that, it
was first day back and he didn’t want her walking in the heat. Yet, Nina wasn’t
taking a free ride if her brother was walking, alone at that in the Southside
of Riverdale. So, being the somewhat gentleman he was, he dropped Elijah off at
his school at Southside Junior before bring both him and Nina to Riverdale
Can you please do a imagine with Chuck Bass from gossip girl? Something like, y/n is Nates sister and Chuck ends up falling in love with her, after he has a huge argument with Blair.
A/N: My first Gossip Girl imagine! I hope you enjoy it!
WARNING: CURSING EVEN THOUGH I DOUBT IT
“You really are a pig Chuck Bass, do you know that. I can’t believed you’d sit here and tell me you fell for that Archibald, hm.. I guess we both have bad taste.” Blair said moving around her room “There’s just something different about her Blair, and you know I’m not a man of feelings.” Chuck said fixing his scarf as he watched her with amused eyes, he felt her pain, saw it in the way she walked yet his heart didn’t pang in a sharp pain like it usually did as he watched her he felt nothing. “Get out Chuck. If you’re not going to listen to me then there’s no point in you being here.” She said opening her door exaggerating the pull she had on the know as she scoffed “Regular Blair Waldorf.” Chuck said as he exited her room taking the elevator down to the street level.
“Upper East Siders, it seems like our little lovely Ms. (Y/N) Archibald hammered the wedge between Queen B and Chuck Bass. Only a matter of time before someone cracks under the weight.” The Gossip Girl post read causing Chuck to laugh harshly as he called (Y/N). He walked into his limo waiting for her to pick up before he made a brash decision as he usually would, she wasn’t like the other girls he’d met, she wasn’t outrageously bold; she was sweet and kind, a gentle heart.
Anyone who knew Chuck never understood how he captured the heart of young (Y/N) Archibald, but all those people didn’t know Chuck the way she did. She knew the real Chuck, the kind, soft Chuck the one who held her when she cried, made her laugh when she was upset, the one who stood on the phone with her for hours when she had a nightmare. None of them knew Chuck like her. “Chuck Bass, are you alright?” Her soft voice snapping him into focus “Im fine. What is my favorite Archibald doing?” He asked smiling as he held the phone tightly to his ear “Studying, but I could use a study buddy.” She said her voice drifting as he chuckled “I would be honored if you allowed me to be your study buddy.” He mimicked her causing her to laugh, the pure sound of it making Chuck’s heart jump slightly.
“Then I shall see you when you get here.” She said with the natural sweetness in her voice “You shall, I love you (Y/N) Archibald.” He said softly not wanting his chauffeur to hear him “And I love you Chuck Bass.” She said softly before hanging up.
As Chuck told the chauffeur where they would be heading he put up the privacy screen thinking back to the first time he spoke to (Y/N). He had just gotten out of another argument with Blair about something so minor and unimportant that he couldn’t remember it in the moment all he remembered is when he bumped into sweet (Y/N) Archibald who had apologized to him even though he’d bumped into her.
“I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” She asked holding a hand to his arm softly as her big (Y/E/C) eyes stared into his dark brown ones, he shook his head in disbelief “Yes, I don’t apologize much but shouldn’t I be the one saying sorry if I bumped into you?” He asked causing her to smile “Yeah, I guess.. nervous tick of mine.. anyway I’m (Y/N).” She said smiling at him as she gripped her books tightly “Charles, most people call me Chuck though.” He said smiling “Charles, I like that. Chucks cute too.” She said as his name fell off her lips in such a melodically tone and from then on the rest was history.
“We have arrived Mr. Bass.” Chucks chauffeur said snapping him out of his memory “Very well. Don’t wait for me.” He said getting out of the limo to see her sitting on the steps waiting for him “Charles, how did it go?” She asked walking towards him nervously “It went the way I’d expect it, but I don’t give a single damn.” He said smiling as he grabbed her waist to kiss her softly. He was happy, truly happy with just one woman.
when one playboy meets another, there’s bound to be sparks, but none quite like the fireworks between charles ‘chuck’ bass and thomas ’t.j’ hammond. with a mutual love for sex, drugs and partying, the two find enjoyment in each other’s company, and end up forming a deeper bond than either of them expected.
Summary: (A/N) I saw that an Anon mentioning the lack of Chuck imagines, so I kind of went and made my own. So, Imagine meeting Chuck and calming him down right before he has to speak at a convention.
Warnings: Social Anxiety, minor cursing, hints of depression and self-loathing
Word Count: 839
Chuck Shurley never was one to function at their best in regular social situations. He definitely wasn’t the type of person who thought they could hold the attention of an audience who adored him-or rather the visions he managed to put on paper. Although Sam and Dean had threatened him not to continue publishing his Supernatural stories, they never told him he couldn’t keep the fanbase going. Which was why Chuck was now uncomfortably sitting in a high school cafeteria waiting to go on stage.