So we’ve been told that Bucky is leading a Wakandan army in Infinity War, which would imply that he’s just been woken up from cryofreeze.
I need a scene where T’Challa wakes him up, hands him a gun, and Bucky completely have no idea what’s going on…
“Get up Barnes - we have a war to fight.” ”I’m sorry, wWHAT???”
And then it goes on throughout the rest of the film:
“Steve, why do you have a beard?” “Why is there a talking tree?” “Why does that raccoon want my arm?” “I’m like 90% certain Natasha and that green chick are somehow related.” “Wait…How many “Steves” do we have on our side?” “If I can pick up the hammer, can I rule Asgard?” “I have a new plan, but it could involve one of us not coming back. I volunteer Sam.” “Why are there so many insect-related names? No PLEASE I WASN’T MAKING FUN OF YOU NAT.”
this show is killing me like jack the ripper travels 130 years into the future and after literally a few hours has already figured out how to get money, a hotel room w/ no i.d. of any kind, work a cell phone, dress himself in current styles, and pick up chicks in night clubs meanwhile h.g. wells wandered around, got hit by a taxi, and can’t even walk straight
do a Jared Leto joker imagine where Sam and Dean are on a hunt for
the joker and he takes a certain liking to the reader, the pairing
can be whatever you wish, thanks!
“This guy is a nutjob.” Dean mumbled as he ran a hand down his face “We are never going to catch him.”
You frowned as you walked towards him. You placed a hand on his shoulder and handed him a cold beer. He gave you a small smile, appreciating the fact that you still were there for him- them. Them. Not because Dean needed you so bad in his life, no. It was just because you cared so much about him and his brother and managed to fill all the holes in their life. Plus you were an amazing hunter even if your gentle, kind and almost innocent features didn’t give that away.
“No more so than us, though.” you said with a small smile and he and Sam chuckled.
“You mean no more so than you.” Sam pointed out and you gave him a look.
“Traitor.” you mumbled and Dean chuckled.
And you had an amazing friendship with his brother- hell you were like the little sister Sam always wanted to him. What more could he ask for?
“Because you couldn’t totally be his Harley Quinn huh?” Sam asked with a smirk and you shrugged.
Request: “hey!! i really love your writing and i was wondering if you can do a headcannon for zach dempsey x dancer reader ?!? or if you dont know much about dance maybe just a simple ‘dating zach dempsey would include’ ? thank you ☺️”
Being a dancer and dating Zach Dempsey would include;
Zach showing up at all of your dance recitals and performances.
Always hearing a booming voice, “That’s my girl!” cheering you on.
You smiling to yourself when that happens because you know it’s your boyfriend Zach.
Considering all the dancing that you do, your body is in good shape.
Zach thinking you have an amazing body.
After performances, Zach showing up backstage with flowers.
Him coming up behind you, circling one arm around your waist, the other holding the flowers out to you.
You taking them and thanking him by turning around in his arms and pecking his lips.
Him always deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue past your lips and threading his fingers in your hair.
You having to push Zach away, even though you really don’t want to, scolding him and saying that your dance instruct is nearby. You have to maintain a professional aura around her.
Zach whining in disappointment, saying that you look amazing in your dance costume and he can’t help himself.
But then whispers in your ear that you’d look even more amazing with it off.
You slapping Zach playfully on his shoulder.
Zach coming to pick you up at the dance studio after practices.
All the other dance students gawking and practically drooling at the sight of him.
You having to walk over to him, grab him by the neck, and pull him down to kiss you, showing everyone that he’s yours.
Him sometimes helping you practice lifts, because he’s extremely strong and can lift you effortlessly.
You silently marvelling at his muscles and strength.
Zach’s friends always expressing how lucky he is to “be dating such a hot chick” and how you have “one hell of an amazing body”
Zach having to remind them that you’re his.
Zach being big on PDA around school, because he likes to let people know that the two of you are together.
Zach begging you to try out for cheerleading because you’re already flexible and could do what most cheerleaders already can.
“No Zach, I’m already really busy with my dance schedule” you tell him.
“Please (Y/N), I want to have my amazing girlfriend cheering me on at my games” he says giving you puppy dog eyes.
“I can cheer you on from the stands” you tell him with a peck on the lips.
You and Zach being the cutest couple in the school.
The two of you always supporting each other, him with your dance and you with his basketball.
Hoping that you and Zach never break up in the future because you love him with all your heart and wouldn’t know what to do without him.
Summary: Pretending to be drunk isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Written for @bionic-buckyb writing challenge; Prompt: “I want to make you this happy for the rest of your life.”
Bucky x Reader
He blamed the alcohol. It made his world lag, like he could see the physical seconds between when an action actually occurred and the moment of perception. He could see the faint film of fog over glassy eyes, the dull buzz of a shot of vodka or a glass of whiskey and Coke creating a screen between the person drinking it and the world around them. The room was full of people, but they were all in their own heads.
That was the thing about drunk people; they always pretend to be more sober than they are. They realize when something they’ve said sounds drunk, so they overcorrect in order to sound sober. Or something they’ve done, they do it again so it looks like they’ve been doing it on purpose all along. Everyone around them would laugh and the subject would change in another flicker of an action-to-perception beat. The room would spin as fast as those changing dialogues.
It’s been a month since that night in Vegas and no matter how many women I pick up, no one has compared to her. It seems like just plain old vanilla sex just isn’t enough anymore. Yeah, I get off but it’s just not the same. Then there was the one other time I tried the sub thing with another chick…it got weird, quick.
I love your writing so so much! It makes me feel all tingly inside (like Lili when Believer comes on ;)) I was wondering if you could write #13 x
He was pissed. Actually he was beyond pissed, this wasn’t right, it didn’t make any sense.
So what if Sabrina Spellman quit the show? It wasn’t his fault she was a diva with an inferiority complex, so why the hell did they have to bring in a new love interest five episodes into the third season of “Write Me Lovely”. it was now up to Jughead Jones to pretend to fall madly in love with whatever new costar they decided to spring on him, as if pretending to love Sabrina had been an easy task.
Sabrina Spellman played the Character Jamie Lewis, opposite Jugheads character Carter Noles. They had grown up together on the show, childhood sweethearts turned best friends and lovers. But Sabrina was horrible and she made it fairly difficult to enjoy any scene she was in, Jughead had been waiting for the day she quit, begging the producers and writers to break Carter and Jamie up. It all came to a head just a few days ago when Sabrina decided that she wasn’t in enough scenes and demanded more, when they refused she up and quit, the plan was to have her run away in the show, break Jugheads heart. Enter new Character Emma May to pick up the pieces.
“Maybe you’ll like her dude. Veronica said that she met the chick who’s playing Emma and that she’s the sweetest thing and totally hot.” Archie Andrews nudged Jughead, shoveling food into his mouth as makeup attempted to brush away the ketchup staining his cheek and fake letterman jacket.
“I don’t care. I don’t want a new love interest. Do you know how difficult it is to pretend you enjoy making out with someone when every single time you lean in for the kiss you get an hour long discussion on how to stage kiss? I’m about done. I mean we won six teen choice awards last year, obviously we’re doing something right why change it up. Why add someone new?” The dark haired boy in the leather jacket grumbled, grabbing a bag of chips and dropping onto his set chair.
“They say she’s a pretty big name. Ronnie won’t tell me who but apparently she was shocked to see that she was joining the cast.” The red headed boy shrugged.
“Great another Ego.”
“Did someone say Ego?” Veronica Lodge appeared before the boys, tight purple dress and signature heels clacking on the soundstage floor.
“What’s up babe?” He grinned, rumors around set were that Veronica and Archie were hooking up behind the scenes but no one had the courage to ask.
“I’m just here to introduce you to….” she trailed off, looking behind her shoulder “oh dang it, she probably got stopped again.”
“I’m right here. Sorry the sound guy wanted an autograph.”
Jugheads jaw nearly dropped to the ground, his eyes widened as he stared at the beautiful woman in front of him.
It was Betty Cooper, Broadway’s Most up and coming actress, tony award winner and Americas Sweetheart. Her long blonde curls were pinned back and she wore a soft cotton blue dress, sparkling green eyes shining up at him as he shifted in his boots.
“Ah there you are! Boys, this is Betty Cooper she’s playing Emma May and she’s going to be amazing. Obviously.” Veronica laughed,
“Great to meet you Betty, I’m Archie Andrews, I play Vic. I can’t wait to talk but me and Veronica have a pretty steamy scene film, something about a shower I think.” He waggled his eyebrows as Veronica rolled her eyes
“I’ll see you at our next scene Betts, I think there’s a crying scene in there somewhere so think sad thoughts.” The raven haired princess blew a kiss to her new friend and left with Archie , leaving Betty standing in front of Jughead
“Hi. You must be Carter. I’m your Emma.” Her smile was blinding, dimples poking out as the ponytail she wore bobbed adorably, he couldn’t help the grin that crept up on his features
“Jughead Jones, nice to meet you. I’m your Carter.” He stuck out his hand which Betty eagerly took before she glanced up at him
“Listen, I totally get that it wasn’t your choice to have another love interest, they filled me in before I accepted the role. I promise to make this as easy and fun as possible, I’ve never worked on a television show before but I’m a quick learner.”
Jughead felt his cheeks flame slightly, she probably thought he was the biggest asshole.
“No! No it’s not like that, I just.. haven’t had the best experience with love interests, I guess I’m just a little bitter.” He shrugged slightly, his lips tilted up.
Betty nodded in understanding
“I totally get that. When I was playing Glinda in wicked my Elphaba hated me. It’s not gonna be like that though! I think we’re gonna get along just fine.” Betty’s tiny hand gripped his as she smiled hopefully up at him
Jughead glanced down at their intertwined fingers
“You know what Betty Cooper, I think you’re right.”
A/N: Drabble request for anon. Jax comes home late from a rough ride and the reader patches him up and tells him about a book she read or a movie she wants to see, to keep his mind off the pain. I hope you like it, anony!
You were asleep on the couch when Jax flopped down next to you.
Jolting awake, you sat up, your head whipping around to see the Prince of SAMCRO grinning at you.
“Rise and shine, darlin’.” He said, wincing in pain.
You could see a long gash across his cheek. The blood had started to dry up, but it could use a few stitches. A large bruise had started to form. “Go sit at the dining table, I’ll patch you up.” You said, hauling yourself off the couch and into the bathroom, grabbing supplies from the medicine cabinet. Jax did as he was told, taking a large swig from a bottle of Jack that he’d pick up on the way to the kitchen.
“So, what happened?”
“We were coming in from the road, decided to stop in and grab a drink at a bar. Halfsack hit on the wrong woman. The chick’s boyfriend didn’t like it. Sack ended up knocking the guy out but then his friend’s joined in.” ”Oh man, I wish I’d seen Kip knock that guy out.” ”You can, talk to Tig, he filmed it.” You laughed, running your hand through his hair. ”You look exhausted.” You commented, knowing that a run was always taxing on the club. “Talk to me about something to take my mind off of it.” He requested as you sterilised the needle and thread. “I’ve been thinking,” you said, beginning to stitch the cut.
“We should have a movie day. Stay on the couch, all day, watching movies, ordering pizza, eating junk food.”
“Sounds good, babe. What do you wanna watch?”
“What do you think about Fight Club?”
Jax chuckled, taking another swig of Jack.
“Sorry, too soon?” You laughed.
“Would you prefer Rocky?”
Jax turned and smacked you on the ass.
“Hold still, Teller!” You giggled.
You finished up stitching the wound and covered it.
Jax pulled you into his lap, stroking your cheek, thanking you.
“How about we have our movie day tomorrow. You can pick what we watch.”
“Great, chick flicks all day!”
Jax laughed and pulled you close, kissing you.
“You’re cruisin’ for a bruisin’, Miss.”
“You love it.” You replied, kissing Jax. “I do.”
✧ Pairing: v/taehyung x reader ✧ Genre: one-shot, fluff-ish, waiter!au ✧ Length: 2.2k ✧ Warnings: strong language ✧ Summary: You’re on a date with an asshole. What luck. How can you get out of this situation?
Would you be up for writing something really cute and sweet? :3 How about the boy band reacting to receiving an awkward love letter from a really shy and socially inept reader?
I have always loved the love letter thing, yet never got one. Maybe due to the fact no one can win this heart, unless you have food, lol. Write me a love letter on a cake!
I don’t know how to explain my feelings for you in person, so I figured that a letter would be much better. Now I’m not the type that’s good a writing poems or sonnets or anything like that. I just think you’re a really nice guy and I would love LIKE to get you know you much better.
Yet because I’m too afraid to tell you what I’m feeling, and I don’t know how to start, but I’m just a coward who’s so afraid that you might break my heart. I wish this were easier to do, and maybe one day I can tell you face to face, but for now I hope this letter will do.
I adore you.
Being the Prince of the Lucian people, Noctis was use to getting his fair share of love letters and gifts from many of men and women alike. Yet nearly all of them were more ego stroking to both himself and those who were attempting to woo him, the Prince never acted on it.
Until now, this letter was something different, the style of writing, the stroke of the pen, and the fact that it was delivered to his apartment. Whomever this was, knew of the Prince’s home address or of someone who knew of his home address, Ignis, Gladiolus or Prompto. Yet he knew none of them would give it away, yet still this wasn’t any of their handwriting, and the fanit scent of perfume was on the paper.
None of them would go this far!
So Noctis pocketed the letter forget all about it, as he scratched at his neck. Looking to the clock as he realized that he had another few hours before the others arrived for a video game night.
A knock came at the door, as the Prince rolled from the bed, hearing the door open meaning that Ignis must have been with them. He was tempted to have them drag him out of bed, or even set up game night in his room, when he heard someone walking down the hall.
“Yeah, I bet he’s still in bed.” Prompto laughed.
“Is it okay, that we’re just walking around his house?”
Noctis perked up at that, he had forgotten that he had invited you over. An intern at the palace who had grown rather close to Prompto and Gladiolus so in connection himself as well.
“It’s fine!” Prompto called slamming open the door, “Wake up Noct! Y/N got that new horror game! OMG what’s wrong with your face?”
You had worked months for this to work out. You had spent most of your rare free time to plan everything, so nothing would go wrong. The first time she stayed at his place for more than two days. But William managed to destroy the whole plan in 0.3 seconds. You only had to open the door and everything was ruined.
“Are you serious?”, you groaned, picking up your daughter and shielding her eyes.
She was 4. Not a good age to see some half-naked chick stumbling around in her hero’s apartment.
“Shit. Y/n, I- I didn’t know you’d come so early.”
“Watch your language. I told you when we’d come. Twice.”
William looked sorry, but you were so annoyed you just made sure that your daughter didn’t peek through your fingers. How long until he fucked up again? Why were you even doing this?
“Mommy.”, she whined, trying to get rid of your hand so she could spot her Dad.
“Not yet, sweetheart.”, you mumbled softly, kissing her cheek.
The half-naked chick stared at you in shock, her eyes switching from you and your child to William, before they rested on you. Her mouth was slightly open, but she didn’t say anything. Nor did she make any signs that she would move anytime soon.
“Would you mind?”, you snapped, nodding your head at your daughter on your hip.
She stared at her, then down at herself before she realized her mistake. Yep, she was definitely not wearing pants.
“Fuck. Of course.”, she cursed. You flinched at the word.
“Mommy, what does fuck mean?”, Mia asked, in the curious tone she had when she learned something new.
Your eyes snapped to William, pure anger in them as his newest hook-up stumbled into his bedroom.
“Great.”, you barked.
“Forget it! This isn’t working today.”, you snapped, turning around and leaving the Apartment again.
You wouldn’t do this to yourself. Your week had already been hell. There was no need to make it worse. After two escapades at work, a record of three William fuck-ups and that girl who just successfully taught your little girl a bad word, it was safe to say you were just done.
“Y/n, wait. Where are you going?”, William asked, having reached the hallway as well as he followed after you.
“Home.”, you replied without turning to look at him.
“What? I’m sorry this happened. But it won’t happen again.”
“It won’t happen again. That’s what you always say.”, you scoffed, turning around to face him.
Mia was looking between the two of you in confusion. Normally, you managed to fight with Will when she was asleep. You didn’t want her to see that in order for her to keep her illusion of a happy, yet slightly different, family. So you had to keep this short.
“Y/n. You can’t just take her home when it’s my time with her.”, William insisted, this time less apologetic but more determined.
“I can if you continue to be your irresponsible self.”
“Irresponsible?”, William snapped, raising an eyebrow at you.
“We talked about this, more times than should even be necessary. You have your days with her, as long as you stick to the rules we made. That was the deal. But you continue to not give a sh- single thought about the rules.”, you fired back, avoiding to use the word shit.
“What?”, William said, raising his voice slightly.
“Yeah. One of the rules was, she can meet your teammates and be with you when they are there, as long as you do not, under no circumstances, let your hook-ups interact with her or even see her. Or let her see them. In order for her not to like them when they will be gone in a day or two!”, you growled.
Or short, the stability rule.
A stable environment was important for your daughter and you couldn’t risk for her to have people coming and going on a weekly basis.
William opened his mouth but he closed it when he realized that he couldn’t say anything against that.
“Another one was, do not curse. Watch your language. Seriously, it’s not that hard not to curse in front of a kid! You want to see her? Spend time with her? Stick to the deal. But you never do.”, you added, shaking your head.
William felt like someone punched him in the guts. The disappointment in your eyes was burning him, seeing as you had been his constant from the start. And you were the one to bring his beautiful daughter into his life, even though you were both young and you weren’t sure if he could take care of her.
“What is that supposed to mean?”, he asked quietly. He gulped as he watched you struggle for a moment.
It was breaking your heart to say it. But you had to.
“Take some time. Grow up. If you don’t, I can’t let you see her anymore.”, you pressed out, your voice full of pain. He could see the way it hurt you to say that, but it hurt him more than anything ever did.
“Do not do that.”
“Sorry, but it’s the best for her.”, you whispered, turning around.
“Y/n.”, he desperately called after you. But you ignored him.
“Y/n! Listen to me. I’m sorry, okay? You can’t do this.”
“Watch me. Unlike you, I’m actually doing what’s best for my child and not what’s best for me!”
And with that, you disappeared into the elevator.
“I thought we stay with Daddy?”
“No, not today, Sweetheart. Daddy has something to get done before he can see us again.”, you muttered.
“Mommy, the door.”, Mia cheered.
“I heard it, honey. Calm down. You can come take a look with me, alright?”, you chuckled, watching as she jumped up from her place on the play blanket.
She eagerly took your hand and tried pulling you to the front door so you would move faster, causing you to smile at her curiosity. But your smile was soon to fall when you opened the door and you were face to face with Morgan, Kasperi, and Mitch.
“Uncle Mitchy!”, Mia squealed loudly, jumping into Mitch’s arms. Mitch caught her with a chuckle, lifting her up over his head.
“Hey M. How was your day little one?”, he asked, stepping right past you.
He was polite enough to slip out of his shoes before he carried Mia over into her play room and shut the door. Asshole. He just stole your only way of getting out of this conversation. Of course, they knew how to make you talk.
“We’re the Intervention Squad. Can we come in?”, Morgan asked politely.
You sighed, but let them in anyway. They would just ignore you if you said no and you didn’t want to shut the door in their face either. You watched as they took off their shoes and lead the way to the living room, sitting down on the couch. Kasperi motioned for you to sit down too. You rolled your eyes at them, but sat down in the armchair and crossed your arms in front of your chest.
“Why are you here, Kas?”, you asked.
“You know why.”
“So, why you two? I mean Mitch is obvious, Mia adores him. But why you? Because you’re his best friend and Morgan is basically the Rookie Dad? Because you two are actually responsible?”
“Y/n. Just listen, alright?”, Kas stopped, not even replying to your sarcastic questions.
“We’re here because we were hoping you would at least return his calls. Maybe talk to him. You know, face to face.”, Morgan started.
“And why would I do that?”, you asked stubbornly.
“Because he feels miserable. That’s why.”, Kas stated, looking right at you.
You held his gaze, not even looking away when you spoke up next. You wouldn’t show any signs of weakness during this.
“He caused this. If he feels miserable, okay. It’s his fault.”
Mo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. You and William. Basically, the human form of unstoppable force meets an immovable object. No wonder that you decided it was for the best to break up after you had Mia. So you would at least split on a friendly basis.
“But he can change. He can learn. Keeping Mia away from him is only going to destroy him in the long run. He misses her.”, Morgan tried to explain.
“I’m only keeping her away from him as long as he can’t grow up. And if there’s one thing I know about William Nylander it’s that he’s always been like this and that he will never change.”
Kas groaned before he turned to Morgan.
“Can you give us a minute? Check on Mitch and Mia?”, he asked.
Mo nodded before he disappeared. Kappy’s eyes were practically going right through you. He held that stare for a moment, trying to figure out how to change your mind before his face softened.
“What is this really about?”, he asked honestly.
“She’s young. She won’t understand now. But I want him to be a good father so that Mia doesn’t wake up in a couple of years and realizes that her father isn’t the hero she thought he was.”
“Does this have to do with your feelings for him?”
You gulped when you nodded.
“We didn’t work out. He didn’t even try to change that. I had hoped he would at least try for her. But instead, he has his flavor of the week, running around in your Apartment half-naked. I’m afraid he will disappoint her as much as he disappointed me.”
“Y/n. He loves Mia. And he loves you. Just give him another chance. I promise, that he will be responsible this time. And if he’s not, you can go and we won’t bother you about this.”
You looked up at Kas, a sad look on your face. But you nodded.
“Damnit. They sent you because you can talk me into stuff.”, you groaned, rolling your eyes at the Finn.
“Willy?”, Kas called out when he entered the Apartment. You motioned for Mia to be quiet as you followed him through the corridor.
“Where are you?”
“Living room. What do you want?”, he called out.
You followed Kas into the living room, where Will was sprawled out on the couch.
Will briefly looked up, before his eyes darted back to you the second he realized what was going on.
“Y/n?”, he asked in shock.
Kas sent him a begging glare before he excused himself to go into his room, leaving you alone with William who jumped up.
“Just… be more responsible this time. Next time not even Kas can find arguments good enough to get Mia and me back here.”, you muttered quietly.
“I promise. I will. It’s so good to see you.”, Will blurted out, a smile crossing his face as he came up to hug both you and your daughter.
“We know where he lives and we’re ready to go grab him as soon as you give the go ahead,” Minseok said, sitting across from him. Junmyeon’s back was to him as he sat staring out his office window, and though he couldn’t see his face, Minseok knew exactly what was on his mind. “We met, what…ten years ago? And in all that time that I’ve known you no chick has ever gotten into your head.”
“I fell in love…” Junmyeon finally said, “It’s the worse thing that could have happened.”
Do you suppose the showrunners fully appreciate how the fandom feels about Susan Vasquez?
i mean look at her. why wouldn’t you want her on your team, whether she’s watching your back in a firefight, helping you pick up chicks, or banging your face off? do they understand how much we love her? how important she is?? the fandom took one look at her and was like “yummy butch latina you are very important to us” and while this fandom has its share of fuckery like any other, the way it treats Susan Vasquez is one thing it gets very right.
ANONYMOUS ASKED: Could you please write a jughead x reader where the reader is a punk, has purple hair and is from southside and transfers to riverdale high
I was always the outcast of my school, wearing that stupid hat on my head, constantly typing away in my laptop, and with my stupid name. Bulling was inevitable for me so I was beyond surprised when it suddenly stopped. It was another dark day in Riverdale after the case of Jason Blossom was finally closed when there was another new girl in our little high school. She was the kind of girl you could not take your eyes off. And even if you tried her deep purple colored hair would catch your attention again. She was wearing combat boots and a Southside Serpents jacket, paired with black ripped ‘mum’ jeans and a black band T-shirt. She was very mysterious to say the least, and she defenitely looked dangerous, but that didn’t stop the pricks from the football team to hit on her.
She was sitting alone at lunch and I was too curious as to why she was in our school instead of the Southside High. But, before I could walk and sit with her, the lovable Reggie Mantle settled down and started hitting her with his failed pick up lines. She seemed indifferent, as if she couldn’t even hear him, but she was mad. I saw her fists clench and before anything happened I walked up to her. “Reggie, pal, this girl over here seemes indifferent, at least, so why don’t you go learn something and maybe later you can show it off,” I said with sudden confidence. “Aw, how sweet. Freak number one fancies freak number two. Nice.” He relied laughing. “But, I think I’m staying. My new friend over here, Y/N, is one interesting chick.” He said again and she, for once, looked absolutely livind. “Then I guess I will let her show you how interesting she is,” I responded and nodded for her to do whatever she was about to do. Just right then and there Reggie was found on the floor, with a bleeding nose, given to him by a very small framed girl in comparison to him. That would be indeed an interesting story to tell.
After what happened with Reggie this morining me and the new girl, that reaportively is named Y/N, went to Pop’s together. She was a very pleasant person to talk to, plus her music choices were surprisingly good. “Oh god, wow!” She laughed after I talled her one of the few funny stories I had with my dad. “I never though FP had a funny side,” she joked and I smiled. “So,” I began, “how comes a surpent treanfers to Riverdale high?” I asked being the curious human being I am. “Well, there were some issues with me and so fuckboys in my school to the point I was kicked out of Southside High. My family insisted that I continue school so my other option was your school, I guess.” She explained looking down. “Oh, ok.” I uttered just as Pop brought us our orders.
Y/N and I became close and closer by the day. We became inseparable. We would always be with one another in school and then we would walk to Pop’s together, where I would help her with some of her homework and she would help me with my novel or the articles for the blue and gold. So, right now it was a free period for me and the gang but Y/N was in algebra class. “I pretty sure she is cursing me under her breath right now cause she has algebra and I have a free period,” I chuckled and Archie looked at me with disbelief. “What?” I question and he just nodded his head no. “It’s nothing really. But, can you just stop pretending like you don’t like her,” he said. “We all know she likes you too,” Veronica intruded the conversation. “I don’t like her and she doesn’t like me, ok?!” I responded to my friends and they laughed. “Yes, that’s why whenever she is not around you talk about her, that’s why you look at like she is some kind of precious diamond to you, tha-” “That’s why you even let her correct your writing at times, even if you still keep what you originally wrote,” Archie interupted. It took me a second to process but they were right. Maybe I did have feelings for her.