this is the first thing that came into my head when i saw the reveal page

Imagine Chris admitting you’re his celebrity crush.

A/N: This is a request from @unstainedlight and it took me forever to get to, I’m so sorry. But here it is, finally! It’s super cute and I’d a lot of fun writing it (as in I giggled a lot) Enjoy! X

You arrived on the ‘The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon’ set shortly after your husband, Chris. The two of you came in separate cars because you’d come from your movie set, whereas he came from the hotel you were put up in while working in New York; he wasn’t due to film ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ until May. Both you and Chris had been invited by Jimmy Fallon to do your own respective interviews on your upcoming movies and pending projects, or so the both of you thought. As it turned out, those reasons were just bait given to your publicists to get both of you on his set at the same time without raising suspicion; the man had something cheeky planned.

Jimmy had interviewed Chris numerous times now- one could say that they were friends, so Jimmy knew about Chris’ crush on you. He’d said numerous times now, in most of his interviews, that you were a beautiful actress he admired, with values, morals, and ethics that made him think very highly of you; or in short, that you were his celebrity crush. The thing that Jimmy didn’t know, however, was that they two of you were actually married. You’d met Chris in 2014 while having lunch with your friends, Emily Blunt and John Krasinski. Chris was a good friend of John’s who thought the two of you would hit it off, and you did almost immediately.

After that day, the two of you starting secretly dating under the media’s radar because neither of you wanted the stress that came with having your relationship in the limelight. Both of you had been in the industry for a while now, so you knew what it was like when you started dating someone. The constant scrutiny, the tabloids and the rumors, the analyzing of everything you do and say, the haters and cynics calling the relationship a publicity stunt and waiting for it to blow up- you didn’t want to deal with that. Those were the things that usually ended a Hollywood relationship which was the last thing you and Chris wanted, so things between the two of you were kept under a tight lid.

Your friends and family knew about the relationship, but everyone did as you both asked and kept what they knew to themselves. During your time as boyfriend and girlfriend, you attended all red carpet events alone and took no photos together so you wouldn’t risk revealing your relationship to the world. It was unpractical, difficult, and occasionally lonely, but it worked out. Of course you weren’t going to keep it a secret forever, at some point you were going to want to reveal to the world that you were with the best person you’d ever met; vice versa. You’d both agreed to keep things hush until things were more solidified, and now that the two of you were happily married- the relationship was to be revealed at your movie premiere which was in a week’s time. But perhaps Jimmy’s cheeky little plan to embarrass Chris would move that announcement up.

“Hey stranger,” you called as you caught Chris in your dressing room mirror; he was up first and was walking towards the stage. He poked his head in and shot you a smile which you reciprocated. “Good luck out there, Captain America,” you gave him a two finger salute which made him laugh as he disappeared around the corner with the stage manager.

“Oh my God,” your makeup artist, Arizona, let out the breath she was holding in. “He is so freaking handsome,” she said then chuckled when you laughed. “I’m so glad I’m not the one doing his makeup, I wouldn’t be able to focus.” You said nothing in response as you closed your eyes to let her finish doing your eyeshadow. “Are the two of you friends?”

“I guess,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“You know you’re his celebrity crush, right?” She was grinning excitedly when you opened your eyes. “As a fan of both you and Chris Evans, I can say that the two of you would make such a great couple.” You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop from laughing. “You two should really make a movie together, ‘cause that’d be amazing.”

“Yeah,” you nodded in agreement.

“Okay,” she sprayed your face with setting spray then tucked a stray hair in its place. “All done, Y/N. You look amazing as always,” she complimented with a sweet smile. “And as always, it’s been an honor to do your hair and makeup. If you ever need a permanent stylist, I’m your girl.”

“Thanks Arizona,” you smiled then saw the stage director enter the room through the mirror. “And that’s my cue,” you told her and rose to your feet. You followed the stage director towards the stage and watched the TV, waiting for Jimmy to introduce you and bring you out.

“So Chris, I’m not sure if you’ve seen the interview your buddy Sebastian did with James Cordon a while back.” Chris’ eyes narrowed slightly as he pondered; he watched most of the interviews his friends and cast mates did. “The one with his celebrity crush, Sharon Stone.” Jimmy reminded him; Chris laughed and nodded. “Well, taking a page out of Cordon’s book- I thought I’d bring your celebrity crush here tonight so you can have the same opportunity to try and win her over with your charm and good looks.”

“Oh God,” Chris laughed. “This is not going to end well, I can tell already.”

“Let’s give Y/N Y/L/N a hand,” Jimmy called and you walked out right on cue. Chris caught your eye and you both tried hard not to crack even though the smiles you had on your faces were enough to give your big secret away. “C'mon Chris,” Jimmy teased as he rose to his feet, joining the audience in giving you a standing ovation. “Get on your feet, give a good impression.”

“Right, sorry.” Chris jumped onto his feet and clapped for you until you got to his side. “Hi Y/N, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He shook your hand then leaned forward to give your cheek a quick peck. “We’re going to blow this, aren’t we?” He whispered into your ear before pulling away; you subtly nodded in response.

“Hi everyone,” you waved at the audience and they cheered for you. “Oh wow,” you began addressing Jimmy as the three of you took your seats. “It is so good to be back here. How are you, Jimmy?” You asked and he laughed.

“I’m meant to be the interviewer here, Y/N,” he joked and you chuckled. “I’m great, and you look great too. The New York air must agree with you. You’ve been out here for a while now, right?” You nodded. “You’re filming your latest movie which takes place in Manhattan, are you having fun?”

“Crazy fun,” you nodded. “I love New York, it’s where I started my career and where some of my best friends live so- yeah, I’m having a lot of fun. New York’s basically like a third home to me,” you told him; beside you, Chris smiled because he knew you refer to LA- your hometown- as home and Boston- his hometown- as your second home.

“Third home?” Jimmy quizzed. “Isn’t the saying second home?” You nodded, chuckling softly. “Okay then, so if New York is your third home then- where’s your second home? I know LA is your hometown, so that’s number one. What’s number two?”

“Boston,” you answered, trying not to smile too widely as you glanced at Chris; he couldn’t hide his grin. “It’s um- it’s a place close to my heart, a lot of my friends are from Boston- like John Krasinski, and it’s also where I fell in-love actually, with a Bostonian.”

“You’re in-love?” Jimmy looked over at Chris and pressed his lips together. “Aw, that’s a bummer.” Both you and Chris laughed at that. “Here I was thinking I was going to set the two of you up 'cause you know, Chris- Captain America, is not shy about admitting who his celebrity crush is.” You chuckled softly as you nodded. “He’s from Boston too, so if you think he’s better than your current love- it wouldn’t be hard to jump ship. Right, Chris?”

“Well,” Chris winced, trying hard not to crack. “If she’s already in-love with someone else, y'know- I’m not going to interfere with that.” You bit the inside of your cheek, stifling your laughs. “If she were single, of course I’d go for it, but she’s in a relationship, man. I can’t do that to a brother,” he tried not to laugh as he said that.

“Think about this, Y/N,” Jimmy tried to sell your husband to you. “Chris is a fan of yours, he is practically in-love with you already.” You looked over at Chris and he nodded in agreement with Jimmy’s statement, holding a serious face that made you want to laugh. “And c'mon, how great can your current guy be compared to Captain America? I mean- the choice is simple, right? Right, guys?” He asked the audience and they cheered. “The two of you would be the new Brad and Angelina, minus the divorce 'cause you’re Chris’ celebrity crush and I doubt he’d do anything to risk losing you.”

“Oh, definitely not,” Chris agreed and you turned away, laughing. “I’d treasure you for the rest of my life, Y/N.” He took your left hand in his, lifting it into vision but hiding your wedding bands. “I’d love you in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, till death do us part. But I think you already know that from when we exchanged wedding vows,” he said and revealed the wedding bands; everyone gasped, including Jimmy. “Yeah,” Chris began as you both turned to a stunned Jimmy, chuckling. “I didn’t need your help 'cause I already married my celebrity crush.”

“Oh my God,” Jimmy’s jaw dropped. “How- when- are you guys even- Wait, what?” He laughed, bouncing excitedly in his chair. “When did this even happen? I didn’t even know that you guys knew each other, let alone dated! And you’re married? What the fu-” he cut himself off, his smile wide. “That is amazing, wow! Congratulations, you two! Wow!” The audience cheered and clapped when Jimmy did. “This is exclusive right? No one knew before this moment?”

“Our friends and family know,” you told him, chuckling. “But no one else did, so yes. This is an exclusive on your show. I’m married to Chris Evans,” you said and Chris brought your entwined hands to his lips, kissing the back of your hand.

“Yup,” Chris grinned at you then turned to the camera, “I’m married to my celebrity crush.”

A Lesson in Love (A Different Perspective)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 4,431

A/N: The tag list for this story is CLOSED. 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - You are the forever best for editing for me.

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

“I can’t believe you’ve never been to a track meet before.”

“I’ve never had a reason to come to one,” you say, defending yourself against Wanda’s accusatory tone and disapproving gaze.

“That’s no excuse,” she responds with a click of her tongue. “Now hurry up, we need to secure a good spot.”

You follow her blindly, not knowing what qualifies as a ‘good spot’. Unlike Wanda who has spent years attending track meets with her brother, you’ve never been to one. Like you told her, you never had a reason to attend one. Not until today.

Not until T'Challa.

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Today’s a special day! Today is not only Father’s Day, but Alex and Ariel Hirsch’s birthday! Let’s celebrate by cracking open your copy of Journal 3, prepping your blacklight and invisible ink pens, and jotting down everything here in the special edition so you can have a copy for yourself without resorting to eBay or shady second-hand Craigslist deals!

I was lucky number 02149 to get a copy of the special edition of Journal 3. Well, lucky as in “I could afford to buy it and pre-ordered it back in March the exact day I heard about it going on sale.” Still, I am PSYCHED to share this with everyone! Admittedly I didn’t take photos of every single page – only the ones with black-light effects that were more than ink spatters. Some I had to take [kinda big] pictures of individually, to be able to read the text properly, and others were multi-page spreads that I couldn’t resist capturing in their beautiful glowy glory.

Of course I’ll be captioning them all for you, in case you can’t download/read them. Also, there’s a few secret codes in here! But did you really expect anything less? Also also, this is a 9 page word document (not counting pics), so I’m splitting it up into 3 parts. Especially considering the size of these pictures. 

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baby, my baby | 02

Originally posted by kookmin

“Raise my child, just for twelve months”

◇ pairing: jungkook | reader
◇ genre: angst, fluff. parents au
◇ word count:  3.2 k
◇ author’s note: i will be updating this series every friday evening, 11~12pm korean time! i really hope you enjoy!

previous part ↠ part two next part 

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The Girl Next Door [Tom Holland Smut]

Request: “ #695 for tom holland 😛 [[know you’re busy but i feel u, take your time]] “ [anonnymous] 

Words: 1.7+k

Rating: Explicit

Trigger warings: Smut, cheesy romcom story lmao

Summary: You just wanted to take a shower and relax in bed after a rough day.

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but I made it into a full imagine to fulfill the thirst of my sweet sinful followers that have been requesting Tom Holland. Y’all give me life. I hope you like this. Also I wanted it to be short but whoops. 

As soon as you walked into your apartment you slipped out of your shoes and started peeling off your clothes. You knew your room mate wouldn’t be home at that time and you couldn’t care less if your creepy neighbor was staring at you through the window. Not today. You were too tired to think about it. Too sweaty to stay on this hideous polo shirt that was the bookstore uniform. All you needed right now was a nice shower and lay in your bed reading one of those erotica books your sister gave you because not even your brain were working right to read anything with depth. You needed to relax.  

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The Lamppost

Summary: Dean develops a crush on the reader but isn’t sure how to act on it…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: none

A/N: Written in Dean’s POV…

A/N #2: Written for @d-s-winchester ‘s Fall in Love with Fall challenge where my prompt was the image above. Fall is my favorite season and this is one of those unique fics that quickly became one of my favorites…

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Bloom — Part III — Winter

REQUEST: Can u write a fan fic about the girl owning a flower shop and Harry coming in to get flowers for someone else but then they fall in love because love is beautiful like a flower

It’d been about a week since Harry had come around to the shop, and she was starting to miss him. She knew that he was spending a lot of time with his family, with it being Christmas and what-not, but she was about to close up the shop for three days to go visit her family and she was hoping to see him before the holidays.

The day before she left, her wish was granted.

“Honey, I’m home!” Harry called out into the store as he swung the door open, his voice booming in the air and announcing his presence. It took everything inside of her not to collapse into a fit of giggles, but she was busy doing a final inventory check before leaving. She had a pen tucked behind her ear and one tucked into her locks of hair that had been collected in a messy bun, not to mention the pen in her hand.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, you don’t have any honeys here,” she teased, looking up from the checklist she had been scanning over to flash him a smile before looking back down at the sheet of paper on the counter.

“Only my main honey,” he flashed her a  grin as he walked around to the side of the counter she was on and glanced at the sheet of paper she was looking at before hopping up atop of the counter next to her. “Getting ready to go home?”

“Yep. I’m having brunch with my mum tomorrow, and then dinner tomorrow night with my dad and his new girlfriend,” she groaned, jabbing her pen into the paper particularly not-so-gently as she scribbled a check inside one of the boxes. He suddenly reached over and grabbed the pen that was behind her ear and hidden in her hair, stealing the one from her hands to top it off.

“H, what are you doing, I don’t have time for this,” she began to complain, but he had already hopped off of the counter and shoved the pens in his pockets.

“Yeh’re overthinking everything and stressing yourself out more than yeh need to, like usual.”

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Soulmate au oneshot full of Marichat


They always thought they’d be alone forever. There had been stories of people whose soulmate mark didn’t appear by their thirteenth birthday, but for their first thirteen years Marinette and Adrien thought it was only a story. When their birthdays came and passed, they knew.

Sometimes Adrien felt like that’s why his mother left, because he was defective. He thought maybe that’s why his father became cold. He felt truly lucky to at least have Nathalie, who was the closest thing to a parental figure in his life. Maybe the lack of a mark was why his father forbid him from attending school, to protect him from the ridicule and hate. It took years to convince his father to let him attend school. Whenever magazines asked about his mark, he lied and said it was a secret. Nobody speculated that he didn’t have one for two reasons; one, a lot of famous people refused to reveal their marks, and two, it was practically unheard of to not have one. The last case of an unmarked person was decades ago in the United States; there was no documentation of an unmarked in Paris in all of history.

Marinette’s family was much more understanding. They gave her options and kept their promise of unconditional love. Instead of being forced to hide, Marinette chose to be open. She did not advertise her lack of a mark, but whenever someone asked she told the truth. Some were disgusted, others confused. The bakery even lost some customers but her parents never blamed her for that. She wasn’t happy with the hand life dealt her but she was determined to make the most of it. Years of consoling words from her parents prepared her for a lonely life.

Then a misunderstood blond gave her an umbrella and everything changed. For the first time ever she felt a romantic attraction, a craving for love.

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Bruises (A Peter Pevensie Fanfiction)

WARNING: This story contains implied abuse. 

Also, these lovely gifs belong to @griffin-helps not me :)

The bruises on my wrists were the first thing he noticed. 

I was one of the maids for the wing where his study was located. It was very rare that I ever saw him, being it the household mistress always reminded us to clean quickly and make sure to be out before any of their majesties should decide to visit the room.

But there were always mistakes. 

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Imagine Nick’s daughter, Zara, letting it slip that he likes you

(A/N: To Anon, sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy. Only 4k so a bit on the short side than usual but hopefully, you all still enjoy it. Had to take a half an hour break from writing though after hearing SENSE8 is getting a special! Needed to celebrate!) 

Imagine Nick’s daughter, Zara, letting it slip that he likes you

“Well,…um…you aren’t who I was expecting,” Nick commented as he opened the door which consequently revealed you standing on his doorstep.

“Who were you expecting at this time?” You smirked, leaning casually against his doorframe.

“The pizza guy,” He nodded, seriously.

“But you’re more glad to see me, right?” You grinned, playfully.

“Did you bring a pizza?” He asked seriously.

You hit him with the files you were carrying in response.

“I’ll take that as a no,” He quipped as he dodged the final sing you took at him.

“Are you going to let me in?” You sighed, shaking your head.

“Depends,” He dragged out, leaning against the doorway you just pushed off from and folding his arms, “Tell me what brings you to my apartment at this time on a Thursday night?”

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“Coronation” Final

Summary:  She was the Queen of Sokovia, and he was the future king of Romania. Their relationship was full of hate towards one another, but will it change when his heart gets broken by a traitor to both of your powerful countries?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1200

A/N: Alright, this is the end. I will not be writing an epilogue, it was hard enough to find inspiration to finish this series. My requests are now open, i will be releasing a set of rules later today. 

Coronation Series 

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

“I’m looking for a Mr. James Barnes.” Came a quiet shout throughout the ballroom.

 The wedding had been a success. Vows were exchanged perfectly and the ceremony was just overall beautiful. Y/N’s dress was perfect. It came out a beautiful pearl white, lace detailing graced her arms and torso. Her veil was of a matching pattern. To James, she was the most beautiful woman in that moment. The white complimented her skin, and showed off its radiance. Her smile lit up the room. Her smile was so contagious that James couldn’t help but crack a wide grin.

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Part 1

Word Count: 2,383 words

A few days had passed since the collision that sent your world into another direction. You held onto the book tightly, like a lifeline, as you looked at the door to Remus’s dorm room. You reassured yourself that everyone was at breakfast, so you could quickly go in and leave it without having to encounter Remus at all.

Looking in his book only gave the slightest idea of Remus. He was popular, sure, yet you had no idea who he was as a person. The book contained his drawings and even short things of writing. Having the glimpse scared you. He wouldn’t care about you. It’s just safer not to engage at all.

Reaching to open the door, your hand stilled as the door opened from the other side. On the other side, a groggy James Potter stared at you with confusion. You had froze, as if not moving would make you disappear. Before you could even attempt to talk, James’s eyes lazily wandered to the book in your hands and widened at the sight. “Oh!” He exclaimed, making you slightly startled, “You’re- you have- you found Moony’s book.” Thinking for a second without properly looking at your face, he stated quickly, “He’ll be relieved. I’ll go get him.” With that, James dashed out, leaving the door open.

Cautiously, you took a step through the door and became overwhelmed in the new environment. There were many things to see, but Remus would be coming any second. Your best option was to leave the book among the discarded socks and papers before hiding in your own room. That way, no one would get hurt or disappointed.

Before you placed the book down, you felt reluctant. Maybe you wanted to meet Remus and tell him that you found his book. How easy it should be. Just say your name and give him back the book. The thought of it brought an dreadful feeling, but after feeling the dread, a sort of ecstasy followed. You looked at the worn book in your hands when another thought occurred to you.

If you left the book, would it be over? Everything between you and Remus, even if it is only fantastical at this point. Conflict swirled around your head, threatening to overwhelm your whole body. As much as you wanted to stay and meet Remus, you knew it would be over, making you feel almost sad. On the other hand, if it was over, there wouldn’t be future pain.

As your thoughts tried to collect themselves, you remembered how little time you had at that point. You silently ran out of the room and went back up the corridor to the girls’ dorm. When you turned around, you could see Remus walking, albeit quickly, towards the dorms. He didn’t see you from the top of the corridor, but you saw his hopefulness. It was only then when you realized you were still clutching his book.

James apologized profusely when the two of them arrived to an empty room. Remus deflated slightly, unknowing if it was due to his book’s absence or the mystery of the girl. He looked to his friend. “You’re sure it was her? Do you remember what she looked like?”

Glancing at his friend’s still hopeful face, James tried to recall your appearance. He was still sleepy and your characteristics were already fading from his memory. He told your hair color and suggested that you must be in Gryffindor if you were at the dorm this early in the day. Remus nodded, trying not to look too disappointed. He remembered your eyes and how striking they were, but the memory was not as sharp.

His memory got a jumpstart when he found a sheet of paper outside his dorm with half of a picture of you. It was only your eyes, but Remus knew it was you instantly. He’s kicking himself for not noticing you, but you don’t seem like you want to be noticed. On the back of the photo, there were the words “5pm, Clock Tower, bring your wand.”

When Remus got to the Clock Tower, no one was there. Most of the other students and professors were at dinner, like the rest of the Marauders. Remus looked around, yet you were nowhere to be seen. He clutched his wand at his side and finally noticed a piece of parchment on the stairwell to the next floor. A spell, Avis, was written as well as a wand movement. 

Holding onto his wand, Remus looked over the spell, wondering if he should trust the spell. He recalled this spell as he looked over advanced Transfiguration to prepare for his N.E.W.T.s, but he couldn’t recall what it did. Placing his bag down, Remus copied the movement and said the spell. 

Yellow canaries appeared from the spell, and Remus laughed a bit. It was quite wonderful, but it didn’t satiate his curiosity. The canaries flew around aimlessly until they all fluttered up the stairwell. Remus looked around again before following them up carefully. 

You peeked around the corner to see Remus go up the stairs and knew better than to reveal yourself until the birds stopped. This is where the trail stopped. You knew that it should end here so you brought his book with no intention of actually confronting him. You brought him here to keep moving forward with the possibility of something more. When he was almost at the top of the Clock Tower, you went towards his bag and only managed to whisper, “We’ll never know now.”

“Wait!” you heard faintly. You looked up to see Remus leaning over the ledge, squinting so he could get a closer look. He turned back to the staircase and then back over the ledge. He called out, “Stay there!” You turned around towards his bag so he added, “Stay put!” With that, he began running down the stairs to try to catch you.

A new option of staying there presented itself. Maybe you could try to stay. Just stand right there and wait for Remus to get down the two flights of stairs. Maybe be happier than you were just blending in and being forgotten. When he got down the first flight of stairs, your nerves resurfaced. Your heart began racing and the only thing you could do was set his book down and run off down the corridor, disappearing from sight.

When Remus finally made it down, he was disappointed to see that you had left. He picked up his bag and saw his book. Maybe you left a clue in it. The only new addition was on the last page. Your handwriting was there, meant to be the very last thing of you he cared about. I’ll make you count to one hundred so I have a good chance to hide. Don’t expect me to play fair.

James, Sirius, and Peter entered the common room, wondering how the meeting went for Remus. Seeing him on the couch made the answer pretty clear. James looked at Sirius with warning eyes, since he knew Remus might not be the happiest at the moment. He looked at his returned book like it held all the answers. James cleared his throat before asking, “How did it go, Moony?”

Remus shrugged and waved his book around. “Got it back, so that’s good.”

Sitting next to him, Sirius mentioned, “The girl didn’t stay?”

He shook his head. “I saw her from the top of the Clock Tower. Before i could make it down, she was gone.” His friends saw how effected he actually was so they left him to his thoughts after trying to cheer him up. By himself, Remus looked at your half of a photo and little note in his book. She always vanished into thin air. 

Professor Dumbledore wasn’t in his office for a long time, because of dinner. You should have known better than to come now. Before you decided to leave and forget about coming back, a familiar figure with a long silver beard rounded the corner. He didn’t seem shocked to see you, despite the odd circumstances. “Ah, Miss Y/L/N,” Professor Dumbledore greeted with a little smile and knowing eyes, “I didn’t see you at dinner. Then again, I don’t think I’ve seen you in the Great Hall since your third year.”

Blushing, you nodded sheepishly. The Great Hall was a little too noisy for you so you decided to spend extra time by yourself and grab something for dinner right before the kitchens officially closed, lying about losing track of time. He only shook his head slightly, although he kept the smile on his face. The hallway was silent until Professor Dumbledore stated his password for his office and gestured for you to follow.

His office was rather spectacular and you admired each old spell book, half filled vials, and various seemingly ancient artifacts. Professor Dumbledore took a seat so you took one of the chairs in front of his. He gazed at you for a while before asking, “What brings you here, Miss Y/L/N?”

You looked at your hands and stated, “When you first came to my house to tell me about Hogwarts, you told my father something.”

“Yes, I remember,” Professor Dumbledore mused, “He was afraid of your wellbeing since, according to a medical diagnosis, you were a frail child, unable to play with other children due to a disability that you weren’t showing.” He closed his eyes as if he was picturing the day. “I told your father that you were stronger than he thought and his carefulness shouldn’t hinder your education or potential.” Opening his eyes, Professor Dumbledore looked at you with careful eyes. “Although, I’ve noticed that you remain guarded from your other students?”

Hastily and cautiously, you told him about accidentally taking Remus’s book and trying to return it and possibly talk to him. You told him about you running away even though you could be happy. You finally looked up from your hands and said carefully, “I’m worried that I’ll get hurt if I try to talk to Remus or try to be his friend.”

“It’s very possible that you may get hurt,” Professor Dumbledore agreed, “But getting hurt does not make anything good lose its value. You never experience wonderful things if you don’t put yourself out there.”

When you made it back to the common room, it was right before curfew. You preferred coming back then when it was less crowded, despite the odd Quidditch celebration. Those days, you would rarely leave your dorm. The Fat Lady couldn’t hear you say the password until you repeated it quite forcefully. She mumbled a bit before opening the way in. While you were crawling through the passageway, you couldn’t help but think maybe things would look up.

That thought died when you saw Remus on the couch by a burning fire. He was looking at his book, so he wasn’t paying much attention. Trying to forget all that you learned, you did your best to summon your old ways of blending into the wall. Maybe he was more skittish due to your disappearances. Remus jumped in his seat when he noticed someone enter.

Before he could turn around to face you, you turned away, fully prepared to dash back into your room. The familiar mix of fear and happiness made itself known in yourself and you couldn’t tell if you enjoyed the feeling or if it would tear you apart if you tried to continue. The only thing that kept you rooted where you were was the hesitant statement from Remus. “Stay, please.”

You didn’t move so he stood up and took a step towards you, but Remus stopped when he saw you take a step towards the door. Your hair hung in front of your face as you faced the wall. “I thought about what I would say when I saw you,” Remus confessed, “Now, I can’t think of anything. You blew everything away.”

“I’m sorry,” you spoke quietly, “I should have just left your book in your room.” Remus took a step away, but you turned to face him finally. “Don’t go, please.” Thinking that you wanted him to come closer, he took a step closer, which made your nerves grow. “Don’t come closer though.” You decided with a weak smile, “Please. I like you right there.”

Remus looked down at his feet, before glancing up and catching a glimpse of those eyes that captivated him from that fateful collision in the hallway. He asked slowly, “Who are you?”

Taking a deep breath, you answered, “Y/N Y/L/N.” Remus actually recognized the name from class. He just never had a face to connect with it until now. Noticing your nerves had gone done a bit, he questioned, “May I come closer?” You only nodded so he took a few steps until Remus was a couple of feet away. “I’m Remus Lupin.”

“I know,” you stated with a small smile. The two of you stayed up until the early hours of morning talking. It took a while for you to open up to someone finally, but by the end of their hours long conversation, Remus had one arm around you as you struggled to keep your eyes open. Being held was a nice feeling, you decided. Remus had a cuddly body.

“Where do we go from here?” You wondered. The two of you remained silent, since they knew that the world would not just pause. They had to go back to normal life, whatever that meant anymore. You looked up to Remus and asked sleepily, “Will there be troubles?”

He looked back at you, simply happy that you were here and tangible at last. The intriguing mystery might have ended, but the result was much more satisfying in the end. “I don’t know. Will there be sweet things?”

“I hope so.” Before either of you could fall to sleep, you took his book and a quill. You wrote something quick and Remus took it out of your hands to finish it. ’ Even though I am always halfway there, I could meet you there halfway. ’ The book stayed on your lap as the two of you drifted into your dreams of what might happen after.

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After what seemed like an eternity, class was finally dismissed for the day. You look down at your notebook and was a little upset to find that your notes were suddenly lacking near the last half of the lecture due to how distracted you were.

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The Proposal part 3 |M|

Jimin wasn’t expecting you to show up at his apartment.

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word count: 7.5k

tags: smut, fluff

A/N: think of this as a filler page if you want, I personally believe its important to the plot. You know, just my opinion as the author :) its very dialogue heavy but bear with me please!

Jimin laid sprawled out on his bed staring up at the ceiling. No thoughts, just idly keeping his eyes open while his chest rose and fell in an even rhythm. He kept his hands folded over his chest while subconsciously tapping his thumbs together. The comforter beneath Jimin was slowly gathering his heat and he was getting hotter, but he still didn’t move.

Jimin was thinking about something. He was thinking so intensely that he didn’t realize that he still hadn’t eaten breakfast and his roommate Jungkook had to remind him eat. He didn’t even feel hungry because all feelings had left his body. He was thinking about you and most importantly what Jimin felt towards you. After dropping you home that night–it might’ve been around four in the morning, neither of you paid any attention to the time–but as Jimin tried to fall asleep, his mind raced with all sorts of emotions that he couldn’t quite pinpoint. After all, this was the first time he had felt anything like this.

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Wrong Place Wrong Time- The Aftermath (19)

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Part 19 of an ongoing sequel, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: The Sequel to Wrong Place Wrong Time: Life after the death of Red.
Main Characters include: Reader and EXO.

Click for WPWT(1)  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9  Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22-Finale

Word Count: 3,300(ish)

Significant time jumping in this part

The series is slowly coming to an end :( 

Minseok’s P.O.V.

“Sehun please…open the door.” He stood in front of Sehun’s room with his forehead rested against the door feeling defeated. “Sehun I’m sorry just please open the door.”
No answer, just silence. Minseok let out a loud sigh; how could he forget his best friend’s birthday what was wrong with him? Obviously his ego had been dented. “Oh Sehun… I sincerely apologise, open the door…”

“Honestly Minseok give him some time, he’s really upset.”
Minseok turned his head slowly to see Tao leaning against the opposite wall. “He’s too drunk to think straight right now just let him sleep it off.”
Minseok frowned at the taller male he stormed over, grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him up against the wall.

“You knew and you didn’t say anything. Why the fuck didn’t you remind us?”

“Because it wasn’t his duty to remind you!” Sehun’s voice called from behind the door, his words were slow and slightly slurred. “You should’ve remembered, you should’ve been the one reminding him. Asshole. Now get lost I’m trying to sleep!” 

Minseok sighed deeply, shaking his head he let go of Tao and walked down the corridor to his bedroom where his wife was relaxing on the bed.

“Y/N.” He dropped down beside her, resting his head on her chest. “Do you think that I’m a bad person? I should’ve remembered shouldn’t I?”
She hummed in response. A bad habit the she had picked up from Yuna. Raising her hands from her stomach she brought them up to Minseok’s head and slowly began to brush her fingers through his hair.

“Yes Minseok you should have remembered. You know he came to speak to me earlier. I was pretty shocked. He was crying, he just really doesn’t want you to forget about him but I’m guessing you forgetting his birthday kind of just reinforced his fear. This must feel like the beginning of the end for him. You just need to try and make this right somehow Min.”

“He cried…to you?”

She hummed in response again.
If that was the case whatever it was must have been really bugging the younger male and he needed to talk to him sooner rather than later.

“Just go to sleep Minseok and try talking to him again tomorrow okay?”
He nodded shifting his head upwards he placed a soft kiss on her cheek.


Y/N’s P.O.V

The next morning you had woken startled by the sound of Kris’ voice booming down the corridors.

“Wake up it is urgent!” He called. “NOW!” You groaned as Minseok who was beside you began to stir.

“What’s going on?” his voice was husky and deep; he frowned rubbing the sleep from his eyes. You shrugged your shoulders.

“I don’t know.” You shifted from your space on the bed.

“No babe, come back. Stay here.” Minseok pouted, he reached for your waist and pulled you back gently towards him.

“Min he said it was urgent. Maybe it’s Chanyeol.” You unwrapped his hands from your waist and shifted to the edge of your bed again standing up. You walked over to your wardrobe and changed into something less revealing. “Come on Minseok, we’re wanted downstairs.”

You walked sleepily to the all too familiar board room where everyone was waiting for the both of you, their faces looked blank they were unreadable and it was making you feel uneasy.

“What’s going on?” You took a seat beside Baekhyun who passed you a portfolio without saying a word. Why was the atmosphere so cold in here?

“It was on the floor beside the front door when I woke up this morning.” Kris mumbled, staring at you intently waiting for you to open up the yellow file. You looked around the table, everyone was staring at you now and your hands began to shake unconsciously.

“Open it babe.” Minseok whispered sitting down beside you. You nodded slowly opening the file, deliberately dawdling as you were scared to see what you would find. Your mouth dropped open at the sight in front of you. You laid each photo card out slowly in front of you. There, on the table were 6 photos; Yourself, Junmyeon, Baekhyun, Jongin, Kris and Tao. All of you were sleeping. Your breath hitched as you gasped, your heart beating dangerously fast you managed to get a glimpse of the underwear you were wearing, you could just about see the top of your bra strap. It was purple and embroidered.

“Oh my goodness! This was taken last night” You cried looking between Minseok and the photos on your desk. “Who the fuck took these?” You spat slamming your hand down hard on the table, causing half of the people gathered to flinch in their seats.

“We don’t know.” Junmyeon frowned, looking at his photo from where he was sat. “But it’s supposed to be a threat.”

“Of course we fucking know who it is, it has to be Chanyeol!” Jongdae hissed throwing his hands up in the air. But Yuna shook her head in response.

“How can it be Chanyeol when that note says otherwise?”

“Note?” You frowned “What note?” Minseok put his hand back inside the yellow file and pulled out a small A5 sized sheet of paper, he handed it over to you. You could just about make out what the messy handwriting said.

This isn’t a fluke or an empty threat, so do not treat it as one. If you’re not willing to hand over Y/N and Junmyeon we’ll go so far as to kill Baekhyun, Kris, Tao and Jongin and if we don’t get a reply from you by tonight then we’ll be taking Chanyeol too. We’ve waited long enough. Send a blank text to 3356793 when you’re ready to talk this through.
Someone will die, you just need to decide who you’re willing to let go.
You already know who this is.

Your heart stopped beating for a second, and your breath was knocked right out of you. This was no empty threat, Luhan wanted you, and he wanted you dead. He made it clear that one would die regardless of who it was. You swallowed hard and looked over at Minseok, who had grabbed the note out of your hand and was reading it furiously, his eyes darting across the page.

“Bullshit!” He shouted. “I’m calling bullshit!”

“How can it be bullshit, you know Luhan never lies about these types of things. Besides he’s been laying low for so long that he’s probably hit his peak.” Sehun mumbled, he kept his eyes trained on the table. Still too upset with Minseok to look him in the face.

“Listen he won’t kill Chanyeol, he’s bluffing.” Jongdae ran a hand through his hair as he shifted forward in his seat, signalling for Minseok to pass him the note.

“But it says so in the letter. How can you even be willing to take that chance?” Yuna pouted looking over at you who was visibly shaking by this point. She was right, you didn’t particularly like Chanyeol now but the thought of letting your oldest friend go…it gave you the shivers and you weren’t sure you could let it happen.

“Of course he won’t die! Chanyeol still has the key to this house; he’s probably the one who dropped this by in the first place! Besides, Tao said he saw him with one of Luhan’s men anyway, if Luhan really wanted to kill him don’t you think he would have been locked up in some dirty old cellar by now? Why would he kill someone that is working for him.” 

You frowned Jongdae had a point and now you were lost, you didn’t know what to think; was your best friend a traitor or not? What was going on?

“What’s that?” Minseok squinted, pointing at the back of the sheet in Jongdae’s hand across the table from him? You all turned your head to look at the back of the sheet of paper.


“A sequence of numbers which look extremely conveniently suspicious.” Baekhyun whispered as he pulled his phone out from his back pocket and took a picture of the number sequence. “I’ll do some digging, maybe this means something?” He rushed out of the room and down the corridor you assumed it was so that he could get on top of things immediately.

“So what do we do then? Clearly he wants an answer, and fast.” Yixing spoke up, his face blank and his voice a tone deeper and darker than usual, Luhan was bringing out the worst in everyone and it was becoming increasingly apparent why he was to be feared.

“Well we’ll just have to let him take Chanyeol.” Minseok frowned, leaning back in his seat.

“Minseok!?” You gasped. How could he say that? How could he suggest that they kill your best friend of 10 going on 11 years.

“What Y/N!?” He hissed, whipping his head in your direction, his eyes bloodshot red. It was too early for this. “Chanyeol has been walking over all of us this whole fucking time, don’t you see!? Why would you be defending him now? Besides over my dead body am I letting Luhan take you away from me… or the baby! It’s not just your life on the line anymore it’s both of you!”

“I agree.” Junmyeon nodded, making you gasp. You were doing everything to keep the tears back but it was useless they came flooding down anyway. “Why should one of us innocent one’s die when this was all his dirty work? He should take the wrath.”
There were nods and grunts of approval around the room and you felt defeated.

“So that’s it then. We’re just all going to let Park Chanyeol be killed.” You continued to let the tears drop from your eyes.

“Yes.” Junmyeon nodded. “Yes we are.”

You felt sick and deflated. How could it come to all of this? The man that you had grown up with was going to die and you could do nothing to stop it. A mixture of emotions was bubbling up within you. You were mad. Mad that Chanyeol would do such a thing but at the same time devastated. You and Chanyeol had ended on such a bad note and that would be your lasting memory of him. You stood up from your seat walking away from your glass chair. You felt Minseok reach out and grab your wrist but you yanked it out of his grip and walked off speeding up the steps. You cried furiously into your pillow and before you knew it, it was soaked. You had developed a migraine from crying too much and you were almost certain that this wasn’t healthy for your baby. Why me? You thought to yourself, why did life have to turn out this way? You had been crying for half an hour straight when you heard a light knock on your door.

“Go away!” You coughed into your pillow. Not in the mood to talk to anyone, you heard the handle turn slowly and the door open. “I said go away! What part of that didn’t you understand?” You looked up from your pillow to see Kris standing there.

“Junmyeon sent the text, so I’m not really sure what happens next.” Kris cleared his throat looking down at your dishevelled body on the bed. You were a state.

“If you’re here to make me cry more than I already am, then you are going the right way about it.” You sniffed, spluttering as you did so.

“No…” He sighed. “I came to see how you were. Minseok didn’t make the decision to spite you. Trust me when you have to pick between a friend and people you love then you have to make that hard decision. I would know; remember. It was either Baekhyun or Ara. And I would do anything to bring Ara’s mother back; even if that meant having one of the guys killed. You’re about to be a family soon and Minseok is just trying to protect that; I’m sure losing Chanyeol won’t be easy for him either okay.” You let a sigh which just resulted in you crying again.
“Listen Y/N. Time is a healer, you’ll never really get over it but it will get easier.”

4 Months later

It had been unusually quiet; Luhan had said nothing, but you assumed that was because he had gotten one kill and was making you all suffer and wait before he took his next victim and you knew that it would be you. You had heard nothing from Chanyeol and no one had spotted him around, so Luhan had kept true to his word. He really did get rid of him. He crushed your heart over and over again, every time you thought about it and if it hadn’t had been for Baekhyun you were sure that you would have spiraled into some sort of depression. It was hard without Chanyeol and it got even harder when you thought about how you had left things with him. You missed him so much and  you just wanted him back. You just wanted your best friend back.

Time had most certainly moved on; allegedly things between Kyungsoo and his girlfriend had gotten deeper. Sehun had spoken to you a lot more often than he used to and only recently repaired his friendship with Minseok. Yuna had threatened to divorce Junmyeon at one point as the stress of this lifestyle had proven to be too much for her, she thought she could take it but she was mistaken, however for now she was stable and coping with it all. Everyone was growing ever so tired and you assumed it was because of the intense training and Junmyeon still insisted on feeding you broccoli on the daily. As for you, you were now 5 ½ months pregnant and every now and then the baby would move. It was weird but fascinating all at the same time. Everyone had a feel of your stomach; intrigued by the movement, all apart from Jongin.
You walked down the corridor to the garden where you liked to lounge around during the afternoon when you felt someone following you out-back.

“Why are you following me Jongin?” You frowned, turning around as you lay down flat on your back on the overgrown grass, your hands roamed around your stomach as you were trying to find some comfort. He walked closer towering above you from where he stood.

“We never spoke. We’ve not spoken properly for the past 4 months.” He pouted placing his hands on his hips. “I can’t believe you let him get you pregnant…”
You laughed in disbelief as you looked up at Jongin.

“Are you being serious right now? He’s my husband, that’s what married couples do, they have babies Jongin. I’m 5 ½ months pregnant and you’re still crying over this? Get a grip you asshole.”

He rolled his eyes down at you and knelt down beside you.

“I’m not arguing with you Y/N I just…I’m shocked. And I still don’t know what to do next. I get these urges to come onto you but…I couldn’t do that to Minseok or you… It’s not fair; but it’s hard. Did you ever consider how me, Yixing…and Chanyeol felt. It’s not easy for us you know. Rubbing your relationship in our faces like that when we’re still trying to get over rejection. It would been a lot easier if we never kissed…but we did.” He sighed running his hand through his hair.
The sound of Chanyeol’s name was enough to reduce you to tears but this time you tried your hardest to hold it back in.

“I did consider how you all felt, and I felt awful. But you have to let it go now Jongin. There are a million and one women in this world find yourself another one who you’ll care for more.” That’s all you could say before you were interrupted by a shout from the house.

“What the heck was that?” Jongin frowned as he turned his head towards the door. You shrugged. He helped you up to your feet as you both began to walk slowly to the house. Upon opening the door, a cloud of smoke choked you and Jongin.

“Oh my goodness. What is this? What’s going on?” You were beginning to feel extremely dizzy as you began to struggle breathing against the smoke.

“I don’t know.” He coughed, “Stay out here I’ll go and check.”

Jongin’s P.O.V.

He covered his mouth with his arm and held his breath as he walked back through the house. He squinted trying to see through the thick cloud of smoke through the passage way but it was proving to be difficult. As a result Jongin had ended up on his hands and knees and was crawling down the corridors.

“Oi!” He shouted, uncovering his mouth and covering it back just as quickly. “What’s going on! Where is everyone?!”

“Jongin! In here!” He heard a voice call which sounded as though it belonged to Kyungsoo. “I’m in the living room!” Slowly but surely Jongin had crawled on all fours into the living room. His breath was half restored as he noticed the smoke was not as thick in this room, since the window was opened. Kyungsoo was laying on the floor with hands on Junmyeon’s chest.

“What’s happened Kyungsoo?” He panicked trying to help Kyungsoo up into his chair.

“It was a flash-bomb; you know those firework things. It just flew in through the door. I don’t know maybe someone got it through the letterbox. It blew up right in front of Junmyeon and stunned him. He’s unresponsive at the moment. Go and get Baekhyun.” Kyungsoo’s breath was heavy and fast; too panicked to even speak coherently. Jongin nodded wasting no time in finding Baekhyun, getting back on his hands and knees he crawled out of the living room again.

“Baekhyun!” He called. “It’s Junmyeon, we need help!”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“So what happened?” You whispered, stood in the Op room with Baekhyun and Junmyeon who was laying on the bed with patches over his eyes.

“A flash-bomb or something? It blew up in his face. Luhan I suppose. I thought that that bastard had been quiet for too long.”
You looked down worriedly at Junmyeon, it was about 5 hours after the bang and even now the smoke hadn’t completely cleared. Yuna had just left the Op room 5 minutes ago; after Baekhyun finally convinced her to get some sleep as she was a crying mess.

“So can he see?” You asked Baekhyun, you really couldn’t do with another disabled person within the household; it was less than ideal especially not the leader.

“Yeah I can, it just stings and it’s hazy. My colours seem to be off too, but I’m sure it will correct itself soon enough.” Junmyeon answered himself, you nodded at his response despite the fact he couldn’t see you. What was Luhan playing at; why was he doing all of this? He had already taken Genesis down, it was at it’s all time lowest. If he wanted money and success then surely the newly re-branded Hanul was raking in millions by now; so why did he have to go this far?

“Look since we’re here with each other I need to tell you something.” Baekhyun frowned; looking more so at you  since Junmyeon couldn’t see. “I noticed 4 months ago, I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to worry you guys. But the night we received those photos with you guys sleeping I discovered there’s another safeguarded phone in this house, I’m unable to hack this one as well. It’s locked tight. There’s two phones; it’s possible that we’re under a double threat.”

No Money - Archie Andrews

listen to the song here

Sorry I ain’t got no money I’m not trying to be funny but I left it all at home today

You can call me what you wanna I ain’t giving you a dollar this time I ain’t gonna run away

You might knock me down, you might knock me down, but I will get back up again

You can call it how you wanna I ain’t giving you a dollar this time I ain’t gonna run away

What is most important to you? The question was bold, standing out against everything else on your page.  It was sitting there blank, the only question you had skimmed over.  Sure, at first glance it was easy.  My friends, you thought.  Betty, Veronica, Jughead, Kevin… Archie.  But that was easy.  Every other applicant trying to score a job at Pop’s was bound to say the same tedious answers.  My family, my friends, my education… blah blah blah.  You wanted to stand out.  Every other question you answered above and beyond (Jughead tutoring you for free in English was just about the best thing that ever happened to you) and wanted to make your application a star among clouds.  

You were currently sitting in a booth alone at the diner you visited oh so frequently visited.  Normally you were here with at least one of your friends, but today you needed some peace quiet and french fries to get you through this paper.  You’d been tapping your pen against the tabletop for the last ten minutes, eyes reading the words over and over.

“You want your usual milkshake doll?” You looked up to see Pop there, smiling kindly at you.  “Filling out my job application for here?” You nodded.

“Just one left” You pulled a smile, as he scribbled down your order.  Chocolate milkshake, as always.  He looked over the empty lines on your form.

“Tricky one for ya?”

“Too easy” You replied with a sigh.  Pop chuckled, sliding his pen behind his ear, and his notepad into the pocket of his apron.

“Friends comin’ tonight? You’re never here all alone”

“Yeah I came here by myself.  Needed some calm”

“Your one pal’s real quiet.  Not the loner one with the laptop, the one who comes here.  Probably writin’ poems or somethin’ he’s always singing” You laughed quietly at his mention of Archie.

“Yeah, Archie’s looking to be a singer now”

“Really? Pro athlete all star boy? Wants to be a musician?” You nodded, still smiling softly.  “He any good?”

“He’s great” You said genuinely.  “Really great.  He has some serious talent”

“Is that a blush I see creepin’ up your face?” You looked away quickly.  “Wow, it’s redder than your boyfriend’s hair”

“Oh he’s not my-”

“I’m not her boyfriend” You jumped, turning as Archie had just walked in, wandering towards your table and sliding in the booth across from you.

“Boy how did you even know-”

“We have this conversation all the time” You said, cutting off Pop.  Because it was true.  Everyone always asked ‘what the lovely couple would like to eat’ or ‘how long have you been dating?’ or ‘you have a lovely girlfriend sir’ even your grandmother once asked if you and him were together yet.  You’d laughed and shook your head but looked away, trying to hide the slight frown on your lips.

“I’ll have a burger” Archie said with a signature grin to Pop.  He winked, and walked off.  “So.  Why’d you come here all alone?” Archie asked, folding his hands together, and putting his arms on the table and leaning towards you.  His eyes flickered down to the paper between the two of you.

“It’s my job application… to work here” You told him.  No one knew, just your parents, and Pop.  So you weren’t actually sure how he would react.

But you weren’t expecting him to break into  a grin the size of the moon, and clap his hands together before holding yours firmly.  Your eyes widened slightly at the gesture, and he was still smiling.

“y/n that’s great!”

“I-it is?”

“Yeah you love it here! Plus free food! And extra cash!” You giggled softly and nervously at that, looking down at the table so he wouldn’t see the blush that rose to your cheeks upon his hands clasping onto yours.

“You’re right” You said, and gently pulled your hands out of his.

“Took you long enough to admit it” You smiled a little, already going back to your paper.  “Need help?” You shook your head, and Archie nodded, watching you intently.  You were quiet, this didn’t go unnoticed by him, but he knew it was because you were in a deep concentration.

Your eyes were swallowing the words on the page, wide and full of curious thought.  Every once in awhile your nose would crinkle up, and your lip would curl at the end.  When it wasn’t curled, your bottom lip was being tucked in between your teeth.

He thought it was utterly beautiful.

After an hour, you’d finished up the form, and your meals.  Pop had gleefully taken the application for you.  Telling you that the odds of you getting the job were highly in your favor.

“Thank you so much Pop” You said with a big grin as you pulled on your hoodie.

“No problem toots” The man said, before walking back behind the counter, and going back into the kitchen to finish up his orders.  Archie walked up next to you, and you smiled up at him

“You want to go to the drive in?” He asked, and you nodded, letting him put his hat over your head, until your ears were covered.

“Thanks” You mumbled, and you both walked out of the diner.

“I drove the truck” Archie said, revealing his keys before grinning.  “And I brought a bunch of blankets too so we can set them up in the back and stuff” He unlocked the doors, and you both climbed in.

“It’s been awhile, since we’ve seen a movie here” You said.  “You should text Betty, and Ronnie” You said.

“I did” He replied quickly.  “Veronica’s figuring out stuff with her mom and Betty’s staying back in the projection booth with Jughead” You nodded.

“Well that just means one on one time for me and my favorite ginger” You said with a giggle as you bumped your elbow against his arm.  Archie rolled his eyes, but smiled genuinely towards you.

The theatre wasn’t very busy, there were so manyother things that tenagers found to do than go sit outside in the cold watching old movies.  But you still saw the magic and was always entertained being at the Twilight.

You couldn’t remember the last time that you were there though, it seemed like it had been ages.  But you’d been so wrapped up in the anxieties offered by life, that you had barely spent time outside of school, and your room.

“Hey, hey y/n” You jumped slightly in your seat, looking over at Archie.  “We’re here.. You alright? You pulled a tight smile and nodded.  Then unbuckled your seatbelt, and heading to the back of the truck.  You stared up at the screen, playing trailers and ads as Archie laid blankets over the back bed of the truck.

“Hey Archie?” You called, and he looked up at you.  Both of you on either side of the car.

“Yeah?” You bit your cheek, thinking for a moment.  But staring at him and his green eyes, you couldn’t find the right words.  Suddenly, ‘I’m sorry I’ve pulled away from us’ just didn’t feel right.  “y/n?” Archie gave you a concerned look, but you shook your head, tucking your hair back behind your ear.  “Hey… what’s going on?” He straightened out the end of the blanket and walked over to you.  “And don’t say nothing, cause I know that’s a lie”

“I don’t wanna lie”  Archie nodded, hands curling on your wrists and tugging you to the end of the truck.

“Alright, well I’m here to listen… whenever you want to talk” You nodded your head as he pushed himself up onto the bed.  Then turned around, wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you up too.  “Do you want to?” You nodded, crawling back towards the the mountain of pillows.

“Yeah I just don’t know how to start” He nodded, and you pulled your knees towards your chest.

“Well… I’ve got all night” Archie said, and you nodded, wrapping your arms around your legs.  “Come here, lean over” Archie held his arm out, and he could see the deep blush creeping up your cheeks.  But you did, leaning your head onto his chest, and letting his arm drape around your shoulders.  “It’s okay” His hand rubbed circles on your waist.

“It’s not”

“It is” He grew quieter, as the movie began to play.  “No matter what, it’s gonna be okay” You took in a shaky breath, and watched the movie silently for a few moments.  You tried to calm your thoughts, and slow your rapid heart beat.  “Would this have to be about Grundy?” You scoffed.

“No, no it’s not”

“Okay well anything that could result in me being mad at you is out the window so now there’s really nothing to be worried abou-”

“I had sex with Chuck” His head turned to you so fast, it was just a blur of red hair in front of you.  His eyes were wide, a hard green that sprung tears in your own.

“Did he-”

“No… no it was consensual” His green orbs instantly softened.  “Two weeks ago I was at the Blossoms, for Cheryl’s party?” He nodded, prompting you to continue.  “Add uh… Ronnie was off making out with Betty… and I was just around Chuck and Reggie cause I don’t know…  they’re your football friends and um…”

“I’m not upset” Archie assured you, cupping a hand around your cheek, trying to comfort you best he can.

“He asked me if I wanted to go upstairs… and I wasn’t drunk or anything I knew what he wanted and I just wanted to get over… I told him I wanted to”

“What were you getting over?” You shook your head, looking away and causing his hand to fall from your face.

“Just life” You said weakly.  Alright, so maybe him and Grundy has been eating at you a bit.  You let out a sigh.  “I don’t want to lie to you Archie”

“Then don’t, you don’t have to” He responded.

“Okay then- then I have to be really honest about something” His brows raised momentarily, but nodded, silently telling you to continue.  “I uh- wow this is embarrassing”

“Trust me, I’ve done some weird things I doubt you could say anything that could shock-”

“Archie I’m sorta in love with you”

You proved him wrong in an instant.

“Sort of?” You blinked at his response.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say I just told you like, my biggest secret ever and that’s all you have to say-?”

“I only ask because I really like you” You stopped talking.  “So if you only sorta like me then I don’t want to push you to do something you don’t want to do” You stared at him, trying to get a read from his expression.  A gentle look, soft features, the slightest ghost of a smile on his lips.

“So it might not be sorta… it might be a lot” You told him, and Archie pulled up a smile.

“I can work with that” He said, and leaned forward, eyes flicking from your lips to your eyes, as though asking for permission.  You nodded, and met him halfway.

It wasn’t like anything you’d experienced before, or heard or read or watched.  It wasn’t fireworks exploding behind your eyes.  But it was magical, in some way.  In the softness, the sweet and gentle touch.  It was his warm hands cupping your face and it was his vanilla tasting lips on yours.  It was his rapid heartbeat against your chest, out of sync with yours but just as fast.  It was your shaky breaths when you’d part for the shortest of moments.  It was the way you laid down on the bed of the truck, in a comfortable, and non-prompting way.  (you were in public this couldn’t escalate any further anyways) But you could just lay there on your sides, kissing softly and lightly.  It was like you were both experimenting with your feelings, relishing in how good it felt to touch the other.

“Knock knock hookers” You jumped, seeing Kevin standing next to the truck.  Instantly your face flushed a red pink color, and Archie just groaned as he sat up.  “Thought I’d come join you, but I don’t want to be a cock block so say the word and I’ll be on my merry way” He smiled cheekily, and you rolled your eyes.

“Get up here Kev” You said to your friend, sitting up next to Archie.

“What’d I miss in the film?” He asked, climbing up to sit next to you.  You looked at Archie, having no idea.

“Don’t look at me I wasn’t paying attention” He shook his head as he whispered.

“That’s alright, watching you two swallow tongue was entertainment enough for me” Kevin said, causing you to roll your eyes again.

“We didn’t even-”

“Don’t even bother” You said to Archie, letting your head fall onto his shoulder.  “It’s Kevin we’re talking about.  He only speaks dirty” Kevin winked at you, and seductively swiped his tongue over his top lip.  You rolled your eyes (again) and slapped his arm.  Then settled back against Archie.

There were probably still conversations to be had and questions to be discussed, but you could put that off till later.  You were far too comfortable where you were now to ruin it by talking.

But it was you and Archie.

How bad could it be?

This time, this time

This time, this time I ain’t gonna run, run, run, run…

Not this time, not this time


Request: Hi! So, I had this idea and I know I can count on you to write cause I love your writing! Here: Sirius&Reader have a 3yo daughter and she and Reader are drawning, then she gives him her draw. The next day they are supposed to visit the Potters and while his girls are there he left and when he is back he shows his new tattoo: his daughters draw in his arm. [+You dont need to put this: Reader’s name in his cheast (something little) and she does the same (just their names!)] Sorry & thank you!

Sirius was sitting at the end of the long dining table, working on a report which he brought home from his office. That was his least favourite part of his job - he enjoyed to be an auror, but writing long pages about what, when and where exactly happened was boring and more exhausting than being outside and chasing dark wizards all day. 

The soft giggles which came from the other side of the room made him to smiling into his work, not even realizing he scribbled down the same sentence twice in row. Forcing himself to concentrate, he realized his mistake, so with a deep sigh, he leaned back on the chair and loosen the collar of his white shirt, rolling up the sleeves.

He could feel as his breaths slowing down and all of the stress and tension leaves him while he’s watching her, lying on her stomach in front of the fireplace on top of a fluffy rug, with their daughter next to her, sitting above a parchment. Colouring pencils and crumpled papers are scattered around them while his two girls are drawing; the smile of his wife and the laughs of his daughter melt his heart and fill it with some kind of joy that Sirius could never imagined he’d be able to feel. 

Her gaze met with his when she looks up. She doesn’t know when he abandoned his work and decided he’d rather just gazing them in silence, but she smiles back at him before she turns to her daughter, whispering something in her ear which made the little girl giggling.

Sirius narrows his eyes but the smile stays on his lips, wondering what the girls are up to. A couple minutes later he gets the answers when his little daughter suddenly jumps of from the ground and run over to him, clutching on a parchment.  

“Daddy! I made this for you!” - She yells while Sirius catches and lift her up. She sits on his knee and looking up at him while Sirius examining the parchment.

“A dog.” - He says in amusement, throwing a half glance at Y/N, who spoke up loudly when their eyes met. 

“A big, shaggy black dog with pink collar, do you like it?”

He looks back at his daughter. “It’s beautiful! Why haven’t you told me you’re an artist?”

She giggles and bury her face on her dad’s arm, murmuring “I’m an artist” before she jumps down and hurry back to continue her drawings.

“Sirius, we’re going to be late!” - Y/N said, standing in the hall while her daughter tries to open the door, because as always, she can’t wait to go somewhere. 

He runs down and stops in front of her, placing a hand on her arm. “Actually, I need to do something first. You just go, see you later.”

“What? Were are you going? Please, James will probably cry if you skip this.”

“It’s a surprise.” - He winks at her and press a kiss on her forehead before he’s already rushing back upstairs. - “Tell Prongs I love him too.”

They arrive back early on the afternoon, but Sirius still isn’t home - at least for another hour when the fire’s colour finally change, forecasting that somebody will come in the next seconds.

“Hello, love.” - He said, stepping out from the fireplace with a grin on his face. 

She raised her eyebrows. “I started to think you ran away.”

He growls, walking closer. “You won’t get rid of me so easily.”

“I hoped so.” - She closed the gap between them, placing a soft kiss on his lips. - “So, where have you been?”

He took a half step back before he starts to roll up his sleeve on his left arm, revealing the newest tattoo on him - a familiar picture of a dog with a pink collar.

She gasps and steps closer again, staring his arm for a second before she looks back up at him. “Sirius this is the sweetest thing, oh my god…”

“Do you like it?” - He asked in a low voice, cupping her cheek. 

“I love it!”

He kisses her again slowly, but stops when he hears the tiny footsteps on the wooden floor, which making him pull back and bend down, showing the tattoo to his daughter too. In the moment she realized what she saw, she took a loud, sharp breath in and widened her eyes before she quickly clutched her little arms around Sirius’ neck. “Do you like it honey?”

“Mhm.” - She mumbled, still not letting go of him. 

“I have another one for you.” - Sirius said after the little girl just fell asleep on the couch, turning to Y/N.

“Another what?” - She asks with a confused face, so he just quickly takes his t-shirt off. Y/N raises her eyebrows and stares his chest, trying to find anything new on the so familiar body when she finally sees her own name with tiny letters. - “You really want to make me cry today? This is so cute.” - She says, running her fingertips through his skin.

Sirius embraces her shoulder and pulling her closer, pressing a kiss on her temple. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” - She says, resting her head on his chest. - “Maybe I’ll do something too. Your name. Or the Canis Major? That’d be pretty.”

“Everything is pretty on you.” - He said. - “Or off you.”

She rolls her eyes and bit her lip, but can’t suppress the satisfied grin on her face as she sitting there with his arms arounds her, with their daughter sound asleep sweetly next to them.


Learn to Love

Summary: You’re only a few months into your new life as a vampire when a chance encounter with a werewolf named Seth leads to a whole new aspect to your supernatural life. 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.8k

You were flying through the woods. Trees, branches, rocks, wildlife– all flying past you as your supernatural strength and speed propelled you swiftly through the Washington woods. You came to a halt as you neared the Cullen house, their scents becoming thicker the closer you got to their hub. Edward and Bella caught up with you after a moment, watching you warily.

It was your first time back in Forks since the incident. Since you were hiking through the forest and caught unawares by a rogue vampire looking for their next meal. You were lucky to be found by the Cullens before the rogue finished, but not before he had taken his bite and started your change. It was agony, those 4 days of burning, but when you came out of it you were amazed at what you had become.

Carlisle was calm and kind as he explained your new world, your speed, your strength, your thirst. He and Bella took you away, to a remote cabin in the woods where they helped you control your urges and get used to your new body and skills. After a few months he gave you a choice: Leave him and take on the world by yourself, or join his family and live a vegetarian diet. It wasn’t that hard to choose.

So here you were, six months later, ready to move into your new home. It would take another year at the least before you were ready to interact with humans, but at least here you could interact with more than just Carlisle. You had come to recognize Renesmee’s scent and figured she would be well protected with a group of vampires where one of them could read your mind and see the future, so she was safe. And Jacob smelled like pungent wet dog which was extremely unappetizing so he was very safe. They were really the only warm blooded creatures that were at the house with any sort of regularity so you figured you were in the clear.

Well, you thought you were in the clear.

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