hey if you're still doing prompts, the time(s) someone outside of the team (or inside) mistakes aaron for andrew or the other way around?? thanks!! i love your writing!!
There should be some sort of rule, Aaron thinks, that identical twins have to avoid celebrity.
It was disarming enough to be a teenager the first time he saw his own face with nothing inside of it, like an indifferent stone likeness. Then Andrew went and got himself famous, made himself important to everyone (including Aaron). He stares out from magazine spreads with his middle finger up when Aaron goes through the checkout counter, and he follows him closely with his reputation.
He’s had patients bow out of the exam room when they heard their intern was ‘A. Minyard’. He’s had anger and relief flip toggles in his chest when he caved and bought a magazine, finding Andrew and Neil piled in Exy gear to promote a product. They looked uncommitted and severe except when they were jostled together and shot from the side, candid, staring.
It almost makes him miss the moments with the foxes when everything was as simple as watching Andrew’s face for the changes and catching the wave to the next game.
But it’s better to have the kind of work that he knows he does best, stockpiled for the rest of medical school and the rest of his life after that. It feels good to stretch on rubber gloves and distance himself from the worst sort of rot in the world.
It feels good for his feet to throb and his head to twist itself into knots, and to come home to Katelyn, who always tries to wait up for him and never can. She passes out with her legs over the armrest of their secondhand couch and her hair fanned over the cushions. He kisses her awake more often than not.
He goes for runs, sometimes, like he never did in college. It’s when his own reflection makes his neck prickle and he thinks, god, he’s here. He’s never not here. If you’re a twin you’re a member of a club, and you’re constantly in uniform.
He gets stopped on the street and asked for his autograph, and he feels comforted to know that his “piss off” is gentler than whatever Andrew would have said.
He sees his own face hoisted at pride, watches Andrew become half of a relationship that handcuffs exy to entire social movements, and it coaxes old fear into his blood. It takes some wrangling and undoing of rusted closed spigots before he realizes that he’s impressed, too.
He hates Neil out of habit. He watches the sun make new colours with Katelyn’s hair at 5 am. He puts his alarm on snooze just so he can lie there with her. He likes that his life is a can on a string, and somewhere, tossed out into another state, in a high-rise with blackout curtains and an orange cat, Andrew has the other can.
and i thought i’d write out everything ive learnt since i started wrt horses??
catching a horse
catching horses is very simple, either drop down on it from above or sneak up on it. dont stand directly behind it incase it kicks.
you can run at a group of horse to split them up so its easier to sneak up on the individual horse when its calmed down, as when theyre in a group if one horse spots you they will all run away.
finding a good horse
there’s like lots of theories about horse colour and relation to stats but personally i dont find that a very practical way of identifying if a horse is good or not.
heres my advice:
- my general experience has been that solid coloured horses have wild personalities and the ones with the patchy butts are mild
- the harder it is to break the horse (soothe it into letting you ride) the higher its level. if you don’t have much stamina, cook up some stamina restoration/boosts
- generally, the higher level the area, the higher level the horse.
That is to say, if the surrounding monsters are Extremely Dangerous, the horse will probably have more stars. I found Franziska beyond two lynels.
- If you want to find a fast horse, get on the nearest horse and chase some of the others around for a bit (dont boost!).
Wild horses wont gallop at full speed so if you have to hammer A to keep up, dismount and sneak up on it cause that horse is much faster than yours! Otherwise, you’ve found the fastest horse already.
increasing your bond
there are a few specific moments where you can soothe your horse to raise its bond. you’ll need to get the timing right, but these are the triggers:
- when you get on your horse and tell it to move, you can soothe it.
- when your horse slows down and regains a spur, you can soothe it.
- new horses will sometimes toss their heads, you can soothe them then
- additionally a new horse will occasionally veer in a different direction. Redirect it back to the path, and you can soothe it
- as well as this, if you tell your horse to leave the path (turning sharply after leaving it on autopilot) you can soothe it
- if your horse doesn’t move at the speed you tell it to, you can soothe it and then boost
- if your horse rears back, you can soothe it
- if your horse jumps over something, you can soothe it
- if your horse gets hit, you can soothe it providing you’re still on it.
your horse will misbehave occasionally until you register it even if you max its bond
riding your horse
so in games like ocarina of time and twilight princess, the most efficient way to ride epona is to use between 1-4 boosts and leave the last boost so she doesnt get tired and recovers the boosts faster
not so in breath of the wild. there’s no slowdown penalty for using up all your spurs, it’s more efficient to use all the spurs and then soothe your horse when they slow down, and repeat.
trust your horse to know the best path, and only direct it when the path forks. if you’re riding a wild horse be alert for your horse running into walls, but otherwise let your horse pick the path.
you can climb most hills on your horse, but stick to cantering & non-boosted gallops, or you’ll not be able to direct your horse.
bonus: catching deer
to catch a deer easily, consume something that gives you speed up, or drop onto it from above.
If you want to sneak up on it like a horse, you’ll want level 3 stealth, their hearing is very sensitive.
I find it’s easier to just chase them, they’re not too difficult to catch with a bit of practice as theyre not as fast as horses.
Summary: Bucky asks to borrow your laptop and finds the smutty fanfiction that you’ve been writing on your anonymous Tumblr account.
Warnings: smut, secondhand embarrassment, fingering, metal arm kink
A/N: Thank you guys for being so nice to me today and sending me asks because I really like getting asks and they helped me feel better. I finished writing this at three in the morning because my anxiety is really bad because I’m waiting for my advisor to email me back about whether or not I can withdrawal my Physics class and I’m going really crazy waiting because I have a Physics test Thursday and welp. Anyway, that’s why you have this fic; I couldn’t sleep so I wrote this. Feedback is welcome and encouraged. If you want to be added to the tag list you have to send me an ask.
“Hey, (Y/N), can I borrow your laptop?” Bucky peered into your room, making sure you weren’t indecent first.
“Yeah, that’s fine.” You unplugged the MacBook from it’s charger and handed it to Bucky. “I’ll be down in the gym if you have any questions.”
“Thanks, doll.” His fingers brushed against yours as he took the metal computer from you. The mixture of his pet name and the tingling from his touch sent a need between your legs. “Mind if I just sit in here and use it?”
“Not at all.” You headed out of your room and to the gym, ready to work out.
Request: “Could you do a Caius imagine where you’re his human mate and you’re always nervous around him, like freezing and stuttering, you don’t become comfortable around him until he saves you from a rouge vampire that they were prosecuting??” -anonymous
Warning: Attempted murder and murder
Note: The gif doesn’t go with this imagine really, but Jamie is so cute
You couldn’t believe it. You came to Italy with your sister to stop her stupid boyfriend from getting himself killed, but you ended up being the mate of one of the three leaders of vampires. You were scared. You lived in a castle full of vampire that could kill you at any given moment. You knew to bite your tongue and think about what you were going to say before you said it. You were a stuttering mess around all of them, but it was worse when Caius was the one speaking to you. You were his mate and you didn’t know what to do with that information, how you were supposed to feel about it.
Nobody told you to stay in your room or out of the throne room that day. If they did, you would have listened. They didn’t and that’s how you ended up in the throne room. You needed to ask a question and you didn’t know where anyone else was, so you went to the throne room.
Before you could fully enter the room, the rouge vampire hand you pinned against the wall. You eyes widened in shock and fright. You could hear your heartbeat ring in your ears, pounding and pounding against your chest. Next, the vampire was ripped away from you before you could do anything.
You’re heart was still pounding and you couldn’t hear anything else, but you say the shocked faces of the guard. You figured Caius doesn’t normally get up out of this throne and kill a rouge they had to deal with. As the guard was dealing with the body, Caius went to check on you.
“Dear, are you alright?” He asked, taking your face in his hands. You’re eyes were still wide and you said nothing, so Caius pulled you to his chest and wrapped his arms around you.
“She’s just in shock, brother.” Aro assured him you were in no serious harm. “Just take her back to your room.”
Caius did as suggested and took you back to your shared room. It only took minutes until you were back to normal.
“Why did you go into the throne room? Didn’t anyone tell-”
“Nobody told me anything. I would have stayed here if I knew about that vampire.” You cut him off, not stuttering once.
“Why did you go in the throne room, dear?” He asked, softer this time.
“I wanted to ask you a question, but I can’t seem to remember what it was about.” You told him. “I’m sorry.”
Caius took your hand in his and placed a kiss in the back of your hand. “You frightened me. I thought he was going to kill you.”
Your cheeks turned a rose color due to his actions, “Thank you… for saving me
“My son will be teaching us how to fight against these Newborns, as he and his sister have experience dealing with them.” Carlisle explained to the wolves. Edward spoke before Jasper could get a word out. “They want to know who Y/N is. They’ve never seen her before.” He translated for the wolves.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader / (implied) Namjoon x Reader
Genre: Merman!Au / Angst / One-shot
RatedT for mentions of death
Word count: 6.4k
Synopsis: Every night, a song crawls from the woods - they say it’s the lullaby of a monstrous creature that has fallen from grace, a beast fiery like fire and ruthless like ice. Yet, his voice is such beautiful one that the cords of your heart quiver with love for each, saccharine note piercing your skin.
And every night, he draws you in a bit more.
Author’s note: Hello my lovelies! This is my second request (Cold waters, warm touches + His beauty could kill you + Merman!Jeon), at first it was supposed to be a fluffy one but, uhm… it accidentally ended up being another angst *sweats*
Anyway, dear anon, thank you for the nice concept, please lemme know if you liked it <3
There’s a legend,
whispered among the sunbeams getting lost in the forest at the borders of the
There’s legend, one of
a terrible, alluring kind, that widens children’s eyes and makes hearts tremble
beneath the warnings of worried mothers.
There’s a legend, more
like a secret or maybe a dream, deep carved into the memories of your innocent
days; one that has your glances wander into the shadows of the woods when you
think that nobody is watching, that nobody is judging.
It’s a legend, they
say, about a creature doomed to live in the lake at the center of the forest:
oh, a ruthless one, with eyes like broken glass and thick blood covering its
claws. Murderous are its intents and fury tints its flesh with such a poisonous
vigour that the water is now no different than the venom running under his skin.
“Y/N you know I would if I could, but I can’t.” Seth, my boyfriend, explained for about the thousandth time.
“Seth, why can’t you tell me?!” I asked, getting more irritated with his secrecy.
“It’s not my secret to tell, Y/N!” he said.
“Okay, you’re making no damn sense! If it has something to do with you, it is your damn secret to tell! Come on, Seth.” I begged one final time.
“Y/N, I just can’t.” he said with a sigh.
“I’m done with this shit, Seth. Both you and Leah started keeping some big ass secret that y'all don’t want to tell anybody and so, I’m done.” I said, pushing myself off of the Clearwater’s couch.
“Y/N, please don’t do this to me. I can’t lose you.” Seth pleaded, grabbing my hand.
“We’re not supposed to keep secrets from each other, Seth. I haven’t ever kept anything from you, I expected the same.”
With that, I grabbed my stuff and walked out the door.
I stayed at home all weekend, not doing my traditional Saturday movie with Seth. I didn’t know if we were broken up or just in the middle of an argument or what, but it sucked.
One thing that did give me some happiness is that Seth didn’t give up. He was relentless. For the past two days, he had blown my phone up with texts and even more calls.
I heard a knock on my door while I was getting ready for school Monday morning.
I knew who it was before I got there but my heart still did a little leap when I opened the door and saw him again.
Even though he looked like shit.
“Y/N.” he said, taking me in.
Hell, I probably didn’t look too good either.
See, when I said that I was getting ready for school, I actually meant I was frantically looking for my last pair of black sweatpants and my hair hadn’t been properly combed/brushed in the past three days.
“Seth, its good to see you.” I said honestly.
“You too, baby.” he replied.
“Y/N, I’m ready to tell you.” he said, extending his hand out.
I took it without hesitation.
We hopped in his mom’s car and started back towards the reservation.
Seth led me to a patch of woods not far from Sam and Emily’s place.
He took my hands in his.
“I know this is unfair of me to ask, but please don’t freak out when everything is out in the open.” he laughed, nervously.
“Seth, come on. It can’t me that bad, can it?” I asked, rubbing my thumbs over his knuckles.
“Well…..” he laughed.
“You’re a dog person, right, baby?” he asked, walking away from me.
I looked behind me to check to see if there was anybody to help my poor little Seth, because he had apparently lost it.
“I mean yes, but I don’t see how that has anything to -” I turned back to see a gigantic, sandy colored wolf in front of me.
“Oh, my holy shit!” I screamed.
And I guess the universe thought this was some low budget, horror movie shit because my dumbass literally tripped over my own damn feet.
The wolf didn’t try to pounce or attack or anything. He just looked at me.
Then he started backing up and retreated back into the woods.
I took this time to run back to Emily and Sam’s.
I ran into their house, where all of our friends were.
“Guys, I just saw this big ass wolf out in the woods. It was like, I don’t even fucking know! And, I don’t even know what the hell happened to Seth! I think it might’ve eaten his ass!” I explained, breathlessly.
Just then, Seth came running up to the house.
“Holy shit, Seth! I thought that thing ate you!” I told him as I forced him into the tightest hug I could give.
“Y/N, that’s kinda what I wanted to talk to you about.” he said, shuffling me back to look at me.
He took me out to the porch steps.
“Seth, that big ass wolf might come back.” I said, frantically looking over my shoulder.
“I don’t think it will.” he said, pulling me down to sit with him on the step.
“Baby, that wolf was actually me.” he said, completely serious.
"What?” I asked, I must’ve heard that wrong.
“I’m that wolf. I’m a werewolf or shapeshifter, if you will. All of us are: me, Leah, Paul, Jacob, Jared, Quil, Sam, all of us.“ he tried to explain.
"Seth, baby. What in the actual fuck are you talking about?” I asked, extremely worried about my boyfriend’s mental
Seth, with the help of Leah, explained everything to me and Leah assured me that the wolf today was in fact Seth.
"Holy, shit.” I said, exhausted from today’s event.
“I know it’s a lot to take in and I get if you just need some time or whatever you-,” he started.
“So, you, Seth Clearwater turn into a giant, vampire fighting, wolfie soldier at will?” I interrupted.
“And we’re kinda soulmates,” he laughed.
I sat there, in between the Clearwaters, who were werewolves, in front of a house full of werewolves.
“So, like, are you going let me ride on your back or what?”
”Juggie? Why didn’t you tell me you needed a place to stay?” you asked in a somber tone. Jughead shrugged.
”I didn’t want to burden you. Plus, I never thought Twilight would be gone.” You sighed, pulling him into a soft hug.
”You would never burden me, Jughead. And whilst I’m around, you’ll always have a place to stay.” You whispered in his ear, leaning back to place a delicate kiss to his cheek. “Come on.” you smiled, grabbing his hand and pulling him to your house.
”Where are we going?” He asked confused. You turned round to him and smiled softly.
”Home.” was your reply, and that was all Jughead needed for hope to fill his heart, and a growing love for you, to flourish.
Jasper Hale imagine requested by anon! “The reader is having nightmares and isn’t really sleeping but doesn’t tell Jasper out of fear of worrying him but he begins sensing her exhaustion and knows how to comfort her through both his powers and how long they’ve been dating and is able to both confront and comfort her? Thank you so much.” Hope you like it!
It was the fourth night adhering to your newfound, and limited, sleep schedule. You lay awake, your cheek resting softly against the marble chest of your boyfriend, his skin chilling your cheekbone against all odds, cold piercing through the thin fabric of his shirt, his fingertips lazing gently along the curvature of your spine. He knew you were awake, though the two of you exchanged no words, his unnecessary breath keeping time with yours, lungs filling in tandem. The air was stagnant in your bedroom, flooded with notes of aged fabric and filling sweetly with the intoxicating scent that lifted so easily from Jasper’s skin. It was not an uncomfortable environment to find yourself sleepless within. Hell, the only surface you could find that may have been harder than Jasper’s slow-moving chest was concrete, and still you found yourself at ease and entirely relaxed against the plains of his body. With the warmth of your blanket’s cotton embrace and the familiar chill of Jasper’s holding you close, it was almost laughable how you couldn’t bear to fall asleep. The world’s most particular infant would be out in seconds… and yet you laid awake, your eyes blinking senselessly into the darkness of your room, tracing shadows, counting breath, and fighting the urge to sleep.
Jasper’s fingers swirled unseen circles against the curve of your shoulder blades, his touch hovering with determined delicacy, always aware of the damage he could cause with a thoughtless flick of his wrist. Your eyes closed peacefully, your lashes whispering against his shirt, your steady intake of breath exaggerated some by the facade of sleepiness you hoped you exuded. In truth, there was no escaping the truth of your situation. Jasper, even without his heightened empathy, would have been able to tell your falsehoods from sincerity as easily as he could identify your face in a crowd of strangers. Still, you were dead-set on keeping your internal struggle from being brought to light beneath the vampire’s nose. The last thing you needed was to have Jasper hovering over your headboard as you slept, overly-concerned for your well-being, religiously controlling the thermostat and amount of light entering your room as he fought to give you the night’s sleep you deserved. No, Jasper couldn’t be brought into the loop; you distinctly remembered the expression that had set into his features when you let slip how afraid you were of vampires. This was before you knew of his family’s secret, of course, but the man had gone well out of his way to prove to you how gentle he could be, how kind, how safe before finally telling you why he skipped school during the blood drive and how he had run so far so fast when a passerby tripped on the pavement during your late-night outing in Port Angeles.
Your conviction had been watertight nights one and two, but you found yourself slipping the last two days; if only you could charm a mental nudge from Jasper, just enough to calm you down, perhaps you wouldn’t see the startling images that painted themselves across your eyelids when you tried to sleep. Pictures of death, portraits of scattered limbs… a thousand vampires, their pupils blown wide within frames of violent crimson, sinking their teeth into every exposed inch of Jasper’s flesh as he thrashed and writhed in pain. He did not bleed, but the injury was obvious. He did not speak, but his wordless, sometimes voiceless cries were exponentially worse to witness. When they tore his arms from their sockets, his face contorted in agony. When they hurled him in your direction, his eyes terrified as he absorbed the full extent of his environment, you could hardly bear to watch. When the vampires crowded about you, their ravenous eyes torn between their two victims, you could only watch. This was usually when he began to speak, his sentences punctuated with shouts of pain as more and more hands became claws around his neck. You felt it, then; the ripping, the tearing of your flesh as the mob descended. Jasper, of course, could do nothing but watch. You found yourself, for once, on equal ground. When you woke, the image of Jasper’s head lifted above the crowd of newborns was still branded into the front of your mind. Jasper’s hands would smooth over your hair, as they did now, his voice a soothing force in the inky darkness.
“You walk like the dead all day, but when it comes time you can’t sleep?” he whispered into the shadows, his fingers trailing upward along the back of your neck, his palm smoothing over the strands of your hair. His voice was like honey, dripping slowly through the summer’s heat, catching the sunset’s rays as it descended. You lifted your face to meet his gaze, his butterscotch eyes gleaming in the lack of light. His hair harvested the moonlight as it shone, just barely, through your curtains. He adjusted himself to better accommodate your new position, inching himself into a seated stance before inviting you to his chest once more, his arms closing around your waist as you nestled yourself into his lap. He inhaled slowly, his eyes burning from within with adoration, almost enough adoration to hide the underlying concern that threatened to douse the flames until they were no more than embers. He lifted a hand to cradle your cheek, his palm frigid to the touch, your body too accustomed to his radical temperature to flinch. He smiled a slow, easy smile, his lips upturned in the corners, his face relaxed. “Tell me what’s wrong,” he offered, his words neither command nor inquiry, his features betraying nothing. If you had been strangers, you would have believed him to be impartial to your answer, uncaring on the subject of if he ever got one… but you knew him. He was already half-mad with worry. You returned his quiet smile, your eyes bleary from lack of sleep, your muscles aching from the absence of rest.
“I’m fine, Jazz. A little insomnia never killed anyone, I can promise you that.” You ran your fingers absentmindedly through waves of his golden hair, his eyes closing at your touch. He sighed blissfully, his hands dropping to your waist, his thumbs working into your hipbones as your hands fell to the nape of his neck, your fingers interlacing to secure your hands at the back of his neck. Jasper’s eyes washed over your face, his brow pinching as he took you in. “I wish you’d stop worrying so much. Really, I’m fine. Loads of people have sleepless nights. It’s not as big a deal as you think.” He parted his lips to counter your claim, but you continued over his unspoken argument. “Jasper, it’s a human thing. A night or two without sleep isn’t the plague. I’m going to be fine.” He lifted his hand to your face, his fingers smoothing over your cheekbone, his thumb moving to caress the bags beneath your eyes. They looked more like bruises every day, each night darkening and deepening the external effects of your deprivation.
“You’re not fine, Y/n. If I couldn’t hear your heart beating, couldn’t feel how warm you are, couldn’t smell your blood like perfume, you could convince me you were bit four days ago and I wouldn’t call your bluff. You look more and more like me every day.” His hand fell to your shoulder, smoothing over your arm until your hand had moved to meet his between your bodies. He twined his fingers with your own, his eyes bright with anxiety. “If you tell me why you’re so afraid, I could help you. You know I could.” You rested your forehead against his own, your breath expelling from your lungs in a single, weightless huff. Jasper tilted his head, freeing his hand from your hold to guide your head to his shoulder, the hand he had held at your waist smoothing upward until it rubbed against the middle of your back. His voice was a melodic whisper against your hair. “I’ve never seen you so exhausted. Tell me how I can help you, and I’ll do it. I’ll do anything.” You felt tears well along your waterlines; frustration-born and embarrassing, saltwater flowed down over your cheekbones, making contact with the shoulder of Jasper’s shirt, his hands slowing against your back, his palm abandoning your hair to smudge the tears along your cheek, breaking their trails as they fell. “You can tell me anything, darlin’. I’ve probably heard a lot worse.” You collapsed against him, your body giving out under the strain of your sleeplessness.
“I keep seeing it. Every time I try to sleep I see it happen, over and over. I thought it would go away, but it keeps getting worse. For the past week and a half I’ve been having this… this… terrifying dream. It’s only just gotten to the point where I can’t even close my eyes without seeing it all… happen again. It used to be once a night, then twice a night, but now…” you inhaled, your breath trembling as it flooded your lungs. “It’s always the same scene. You’re alone on a field, wearing Calvary greys, but your eyes are still so bright, so warm. I see you look around like you’re trapped, see them rush you from all around, and there are so many of them. They keep biting you, here and here and here,” you whimpered, further emphasizing your tale of terror as your fingers traced, by memory, the ridges of his numerous scars. “Then they start to tear at you, and you’re screaming and I can’t do anything to help, but I want to, so I feel myself reaching forward and suddenly I’m there, with you, and all of them turn to me like they’re starving and I’m a feast. Half of them keep ripping pieces of you away, the other start ripping at me, and just before I wake up I see your head come off.” Jasper’s breath had ceased, his hands frozen along the expanse of your back, his eyes glued to your face as you spun your nightmare into verbal reality, shaking your head all the while as if to dash the very thoughts from your brain. “And I know it’s ridiculous to even think that this could happen, but it’s not so much a thing of the present or future as it is a peephole into the past. I know at least some of this happened to you, Jasper, I know what could happen if anything like what you faced with Maria comes to Forks. And I can’t bear to lose you, can’t stand to think about it. I have to stay awake so I know you’re okay because every time I close my eyes I can’t be sur-” Jasper’s lips found your own then, his mouth working over yours with a heated passion you had hardly ever witnessed before. His hand tangled in your hair, his palm pressing against the small of your back to secure your body to his. He parted his lips from yours, pressing kisses against your cheek, your forehead, his breath flowing freely over your skin. When he leveled his eyes with yours, his gaze was a blaze of impossible love. He held your face between both of his palms, his hold on yours both gentle and firm. You could look nowhere else but into his eyes.
“Y/n, we’re not in danger here. I’m far detached from the armies of newborns that destroy the southern cities. I haven’t seen or heard from Maria in close to a hundred years. She and her masses of untrained soldiers are no threat to us. I’ve been bit before, of course, but that was when I was a newborn myself. Nowadays, I doubt any of them would be able to touch me. They would never come close enough to touch you, not by ten miles. On my honour, they wouldn’t even catch the scent of you before they were burning in pieces. I’m not looking for fights, and I don’t expect to find one on our doorstep anytime soon. You have my word. There’s nothing to be worried about. I promise to keep my head set firmly on my shoulders so long as you keep yours, and that requires sleep, darlin’.” A giggle escaped your lips, watered-down slightly from the recent flow of tears from your eyes. Jasper’s grin was near blinding in the darkness. “Come on, now. Close your eyes. We’ll both be here when you wake up.” You nodded your head, your body collapsing further against the hardened muscles of Jasper’s torso. You lifted your head for a brief moment, your eyes locked on his.
“Could you do your mind thing? With the…” Jasper nodded solemnly, the shadow of a grin itching at the corner of his mouth as a warming wave of comfort washed over your limbs like an ocean breeze. You smiled, content, pressing your lips to his jaw before resting your cheek against his shoulder once more, his smile now clearly visible. “Thank you,” you breathed, Jasper’s borrowed comfort easing your eyes closed, your every exhale deepening your state of relaxation until your mind began to fog over. You felt a pang of fear tighten in your chest, followed swiftly by a rush of serenity and ease. You slowly faded away to sleep, Jasper’s hands tracing the ridges of your spine as you lifted from reality to settle in the meadow of a dream.
Warnings: almost gets into smut, mainly just kissing
Summary: You are spending some quality too me with your boyfriend Jacob, when new events change your plans.
Author’s note: First off! Paragraphing is off right now because my phone is stupid af, but it will be fixed tomorrow evening! hope you enjoy! It would be great for you all to check out my previous posts. Especially my new Jasper fanfic and my call for help with a masterlist. Thank you all!
Life with the Cullen’s hadn’t always been the easiest, but due to recent events things seemed to be more difficult than ever.
You sat upright on the couch in the bright open area of the Cullen household, with a copy of your favorite book placed in your hands.
Your family had all left for a small hunting trip that morning, but you had decided to stay behind on this one.
It was supposed to rain today anyways, and you didn’t feel like getting into that today.
As a result of your families absence you had the place to yourself in complete silence.
You nearly dropped your book to the ground, but your agile body remained in tact as you heard a loud knock at the door. You had walked over to see who might be there. In a half crouch position you peered through the curtains, only to see a a tall, tan, muscular body, dripping wet from the rain that had just began. A figure you could only assume to be the astounding, yet hated, Jacob Black. The same one that you had been able to call your “secret boyfriend” for nearly 3 months,
You opened the door and let him in. “Jacob, what are you doing here. You know our families don’t get along. Why would you think for a second that it would be safe to come here.”
“Billy wanted me to stop by. He didn’t say much, he just wanted to know if Carlisle was out. I volunteered to come over, knowing that it would at least give me a chance to see you.” His arm moved behind your body, placing hand on your back and pulling you closer to him so that he could place a long, passionate kiss upon your lips.
“Well you couldn’t have chosen a better time. As you can tell, my family isn’t home right now.”
“I noticed. Where are they exactly? And how long do I have before I need to head back out?”
“They left about an hour ago for a hunting trip. I doubt they will be back for a few more.”
He smiled at your response, giving you another one of his most loving kisses.
You kissed back as you placed your hand in his chest, which uncommonly was clothed much to your dismay.
You scoffed as you realized that he was still soaked from being outside. “We need to get you dried off.”
“That would be nice.”
You walked him up to the second story of your home, and first into the bathroom where you could grab a towel.
“Take off your clothes.” You demanded.
He coughed, shocked from your previous statement. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Did we not just say we were going to get your dried off? If you hadn’t noticed that won’t work very well, with wet clothes on.”
“Oh, right.” He almost stuttered out. He went to undo each of the buttons on his shirt.
You watched him intently as he did so. Only in the third button you decided to pitch in.
“Let me help you out with that.”
He smiled, his eyes growing wider with each button you touched. You let your fingertips gently trace his muscular torso as you worked your way up.
Once the top button was undone he slid off the shirt and you looked into his eyes.
You leaned down to place a kiss on his lips. You turned away, but he pulled you back for another.
You decided to not pull away from this one.
Instead of you moving, he stood up from his seat and pulled you closer to his body. His unclothed chest against your body. You hands roamed over his abs and up to his perfectly carved jawline.
The kiss intensified with every second.
Only moments later his tongue had passed through your lips as it began to explore inside of your mouth.
Jacobs hands ran down your back, sending a chill up your spine, they landed on your hips as he lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist.
He walked you over to your bedroom. He made his way over to your bed, which wasn’t commonly used, but you sure were happy that you had for this situation.
He laid you down against a few pillows as he hovered above your body. His hands moved down your stomach and he found the hem of your shirt. He played with it between his fingers to tease you until he finally pulled it over your head.
With that being that singular moment that broke your lustful kissing he took the time to speak.
“I didn’t seem quite fair that I was the only one without clothes on, now did it?”
“I don’t know, I enjoyed it quite a lot.”
He chuckled. “Yes, well I’m sure that you did.”
His hands hand now made their way to your jeans. He unzipped them and slid them off of your body.
He worked his way back up and looked deep into your eyes.
“Are you sure that you want this, (y/n)? I would never push you into something…”
You hushed him by pressing a finger to his lips. “I have never wanted anything more, not with anyone, only you Jacob.”
He continued to kiss you passionately after your remark. His mouth finding its way to your neck. He sucked hard on whatever spots he found to please you the most. His hands were roaming all of your body, as did yours to his, as he snaked them under your back to find the clasp of your bra.
Nothing could have ruined this moment for you, except.
“(Y/n)!” Your name was yelled in a deep voice from your doorway.
“Carlisle! Is that Jacob?” The two new voices in the room clearly belonged to your parents.
You rolled off the bed and into the floor. You got redressed as quickly as possible with your vampire speed.
Jacob stood up quickly.
“What are you all doing home so early!” You asked.
You had never seen Carlisle so infuriated before. You had never seen such a look on your mother’s face. A look that was a combination of anger, shock, and utter disappointment. Things that definitely did not mix well.
Carlisle had gotten from the doorway to the opposite wall of your room with Jacob pinned under his arm.
“Mr. Cullen! Please. Just give me a…”
Carlisle cut him off. “You do not deserve anything. You are lucky that you aren’t already dead. That is my daughter in which…” Carlisle stopped his own sentence that time with a look of disgust on his face as he thought about the scenario his daughter was just taking part in.
You had ran over to try to stop him, but Esme had gotten to you too fast. She held you back, but you managed I yell out,“ Carlisle! Listen to me please! Everyone just calm down.”
Even during your words Carlisle had punched Jacob. The result of Carlisles strength and Jacob strong physique left a hole in your wall.
You screamed at the contact.
Jacob fell down to the floor as Carlisle released his hold.
Esme tried to hold you back, but to look of Jacob gave you the strongest desire to free her arms. You ran and dropped to his side. You ran your hands through his hair and examined his face. Thankfully, the collision of Carlisle’s fist and his face only give him a broken nose.
You stood up and angrily said,“ You know it isn’t very often that the doctor is the one causing the injuries.”
Esme followed back before Carlisle could speak. “Young lady, you should not talk like that to us!”
“Young lady? Mother! I’m technically 79!”
“I don’t care how old you are. You are our daughter. Not biologically, but every since you were turned we have taken you under our wing. Your our little girl! You are a Cullen! He is a Black! You are fraternizing with the enemy!” Carlisle spoke next.
“Jacob is not a bad guy! He isn’t like the others.” You fought back.
Jacob stood up from his position on the floor. “With all due respect sir, I would never do anything to hurt your daughter. I love her. I know you all don’t approve just yet, but I would love to talk things through. Anything I can do to gain your trust is worth it.”
You kissed him.
Carlisle groaned. Esme spoke trying to release the tension. “Innocent until proven guilty. We have just the time as well. To answer your previous question (y/n), we had just come home to tell you that we were planning a baseball game for this afternoon. Jacob is welcome to join.”
You smiled. You ran to hug your mother. “Thank you. Thank you.” You repeated.
Esme spoke again. “If he survives tonight then he deserves everything. I doubt he will make it past the girls, just wait until he gets to the boys.”
Carlisle laughed. “Mischievous darling. God, I love the way you think.”
The couple shared a kiss then exited the room.
You held your head and turned to Jacob.
“Up for a game of ball?” You asked with a smile.
You handed him his clothes.
“I would be delighted, if I thought the baseball would be hit with the bat more than I would.”
You laughed. “Don’t worry. We can talk to them. They just have to give you a chance.”
He kissed you. “Your optimism could outshine the rain, but I’m afraid it can’t hold back the entire storm.”
You smiled. What a way he had with words. You would definitely be needing more where that came from later that evening.
Requests: Anon 1: Number 4 with jughead please! Anon: Numbers 4, 14, and 18 for juggie jones from the prompt list please?
@samiloves2sing: Could you please do a 1 and 4 with Jughead from Riverdale that ends up with y/n and Jughead being together cause they both have crushes on each other 1. “You’re the only thing left that is important to me now.”
4. “You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!”
14. “I promise that I’ll protect you.”
18. “I think you’re worth much more than that.”
Summary: Jughead and the reader are at Veronica’s party and Jughead talks to the reader about their abusive father.
A/N: To the 2 anons and @samiloves2sing, I hope you all don’t mind but you all had similar requests so I thought that I could combine them and create an imagine that could have a part 2 with the final prompt? Let me know if you guys want a part 2. I hope you enjoy it, it’s one of my favourites!! Xx
Mask - Noun: a covering for all or part of the face, worn as a disguise, or to amuse or frighten others. Verb: to conceal (something) from view. It’s almost fitting that you should be at a masquerade party, for you are both covering your face as a disguise and concealing something from view. The former being a symbolic foreshadow to the latter.
Veronica insisted on having a party to release all of our emotions as Riverdale’s tragic downfall increases. Her theme is almost poetic. A masquerade. Whether she realises it or not the theme is a metaphor for Jason Blossom’s murder as his murder could be hiding among us. Hiding behind a mask of lies every waking moment of the day.
Unfortunately, they’re not the only one hiding something. Your father, a well loved council member, abused you behind closed doors. Your mother had passed away during childbirth and your father had never recovered. 4 years ago you had turned 12 and your father came home drunk. Up until then he had been a good father but the 12 years of bottled up resentment had finally burst. You took the beatings and after he had passed out you would tend to your wounds and escape to Pop’s, where your dark haired crush and best friend would be waiting for you.
You never told Jughead what happens but after a few meet ups where you had consistently shown up with multiple bandages and (at times) casts, he put two and two together. Most of the times he would distract you from the day’s events and let you read and give your opinion on his novel, but there were the days where he would take you to the twilight and cuddle with you while you watched movies. You knew he wasn’t one for affection or physical contact so knowing he was fighting his natural instinct to shy away from those things, helped mend the emotional and mental issues you had accumulated.
And so its with a knowing look that Jughead greets you with that you know that he knows what it’ll cost you to show up at Veronica’s party. You look away from the brooding writer to try and forget about the impending doom that will befall you when you leave the blissful chaos you’re currently in the middle of.
“A beautiful mask for the beautiful mystery in black,” you hear your crush comment behind you. You turn around, a blush tinting your cheeks and your heart skipping a beat at the compliment.
“And a simple mask for the perceptive writer,” you remark, locking eyes with him and conveying all your emotions through your eyes.
“Should we get you a drink m'lady?” He obnoxiously bows with a wink.
“As long as it’s not alcoholic,” he grins and starts to make a reply only to be interrupted but a certain, drunk, redhead.
“Oh (Y/N) have a little fun! It’s a party after all,”
“Archie I-” he shushes you and shoves a drink in your hand.
“When I come back, that drink better be gone,” he grins walking away with a sway in his steps. As soon as he’s far enough, Jughead, who you hadn’t noticed had left, came back with a drink in his hand and swaps it with the one Archie gave you. Smiling at him gratefully you take a sip. Lemonade. He always knows what to do. You skull the drink as Archie turns around to look at you and you flip your cup, showing an empty cup. He grins nodding before going back to…you don’t even know what he’s doing. After a couple of hours, you and Jughead escape into a room and lock the door, securing a quiet and peaceful escape.
“(Y/N), are you alright?” He questions as you both sit down next to each other on the bed.
“Yea, I’m alright, just tired,”
“You know I’m not talking about the party,”
“I know but I can’t give you an answer you’ll be satisfied with,”
“(Y/N), how about you come stay at the twilight with me tonight? Nothing will hurt you there,”
“Juggy, no. I can’t,”
“I promise I’ll protect you,”
“Jug I’m not worth your protection. You need to be focused on someone else. I’m a lost cause,” you pause a while before smiling, “I’m a lost girl, soon I can go to Neverland.” You make a reference to your favourite childhood story knowing your raven haired confident would understand your hidden message.
“(Y/N),” he frowns, “ you know I think you’re worth much more than that. I’m not letting you go so easily” You breath hitches at the implications of your crushes statements.
“Jughead, you can’t protect me. It’s too dangerous and you’re the only thing left that is important to me now. Please don’t put yourself in harms way for someone like me.” He stands up, takes his beanie off and runs his hand through his hair in frustration. He then quickly turns around, grabs your head and crashes his lips to yours. Your eyes widen in shock and the force and passion of his kiss takes your breath away. You quickly recover and kiss him back with just as much passion.
“I’m not letting you go back there,”
“You can’t stop me, my father is the only family I have left,”
“(Y/N) you have me,”
“I know I do but letting you protect me would only hurt you. It’s like letting you stand in front of a gun that’s gonna fire towards me regardless of its obstacle.” He sighs giving up.
“Fine, but I expect to see you at Pop’s at 9 tomorrow morning and not in Neverland. Understand?” He tells me in a firm and commanding tone. I notice the fear in his voice and hug him tightly.
“Thank you Jug.” We pull away and I look at the time.
“It’s really late, I should go home before it gets worse,” he looks at me worriedly.
“Ok, let’s go,”
“You’re not coming with me”
“I’m going to walk you home, and you cannot say or do anything about it.” You both walk out of the room, find Veronica and thank her for the party. You both then start making the doomed trek to your house. Halfway there Jughead grabs your hand and squeezes it reassuringly.
“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you,” he says.
“Ok,” you simply reply, getting tired of the constant circle the conversation is going in.
When you’re two houses away you stop, let go of his hand and turn around to face him.
“Juggy, thank you for everything but now you have to let me go,” he grabs you by the waist and kisses you again, softly this time. You wrap your arms around his neck and you hold each other tightly, afraid to let go. When you both break away for air, you peck him one more time and then walk to your house. Giving Jughead one last look you walk inside to face your father.
“(Y/N)! Your finally home,” he spits at you with disdain. “I told you not to go to the party,” he gets up from his chair and starts coming towards you, backing you up against the wall. He takes another swig of his beer and raises the bottle behind his head. He goes to take a swing at you, when the front door bursts open and your dad is knocked to the ground. Your knight in shining armour, Jughead, steps in front of you.
“You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!”
They left, with little explanation, only Emmett’s words telling you it was not your fault. And something about Bella needing to be safe.
And here they were. Sitting in the cafeteria, in their regular seats, like no time had passed and built a wall between you.
You stared at them, unsure of what to do, and they stared back, hopeful.
Emmett grinned nervously at you, patting the seat beside him expectantly, as if you would sit with them as though their absence had never hurt you. His eyes were pleading.
No, in their months away you had begun to rebuild yourself. To be someone other then ‘the chick that was friends with the mysterious Cullen’s’.
You were right to be suspicious of their returned presence. It was a bittersweet feeling, mixing between butterfly’s in your stomach and your skin crawling like a nasty itch.
Emmett stopped patting the seat, suddenly unsure if you would venture over.
You wanted to be near them, listen to them, talk and laugh … but now, a strange vengeful feeling grew in your chest.
You had tried to calling Emmett, all of them when they left. Not a call back, not even a text. So why pass yourself over to them?
You turned away, sitting with new - and staying - friends of the new table you regulated.
You would talk to them, but right now, you wanted them to know you wouldn’t act like time hadn’t passed and people could - and in time - would move on to relationships of types that didn’t boil down to unexplained absence and pain.
You needed them to know that.
With your back turned to them, you begun talking to Angela and Jessica.
Requested: Nah, but I was gone for a week. so here you go.
“The man you were, the one I wanted to married would have kicked your ass. That person you were would have taken a break. You were someone. You were that guy– the one who had principles. But not anymore.”
“You have no idea how many times I’ve tried to apologize,” He told you annoyed. His body weight shifted to his other foot as if he was a sassy school girl. But this wasn’t what you wanted, you didn’t want a sassy school girl as your boyfriend.
“And that’s just the point!” You said referring to his body language. “Every time something comes out of your mouth you insult me, or a rude tone of voice bleeds through everything you say.”
You began to rummage through his drawers. Over the months at Hogwarts, you were accustomed to having a lot of your stuff in Draco’s room. But you weren’t sure anymore. “You could say I love you to me and still sound like you hate me like you hate Potter.” But instead of Draco at least trying to symbolize he gives you a look.
“Sorry?” You looked back at him and turned around to face his lanky figure.
“You better be fucking sorry.” He smirked at you from across his room. You narrowed your eyes at him.
“Listen, if I didn’t want to be in this relationship, I would’ve never tried,” He told you sincerely. “I never meant to come across that way,” He walked closer towards you. You looked down trying to escape his gaze, but he lifted your chin up with his index finger. If he did this he would get away with everything he did. If he didn’t– you would lose him. “I mean it,” He whispered, probably sensing the anxiety swirling in your body. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in close. “You know I love you.”
The feelings rock your head backward as he kisses your neck and pushes his body into yours. His hot—marble lips traveled down your neck placing gentle kisses on your shoulder and then moving on to the next area.
Unexpectedly, his hand drifted to your hip. It settled there and pulled you closer. He inhaled sharply, pressing his forehead to yours in the pitch black room. Your unsteady breaths were the only thing heard. Then he pulled you against his warm chest, chiseled to perfection. You splayed your hand against it, holding it there, as he rocked you back and forth.
Sometimes it felt like it was nearly impossible for you to love him. That’s what you loved. The relationship would never work, but that was the very thing that made you strongest. Your hands moved down to his jeans. Lately, Draco has been wearing suits instead of his robes, and it was turning you on. He wanted to show, everyone, he was a man. You felt his hard through the thin material.
His breathing quickened and with his quickening, so did yours. He began to attack your neck with delicate kisses, yet they felt so rough. Under his touch—under his gentle touch, you became limp. He was usually rough, but now he was passionate. His head was angled slightly to the side as his lips came closer and closer to yours. You were surprised to find your own lips parted. You cupped the back of his neck and pulled his head into yours. He breathed in sharply lasting only seconds before he kissed you back hardly. His hands grabbed your waist and he slammed you into the nearest wall. You grunted loudly from the impact and smirked into the kiss. He clenched your ass tightly in his hands and smirked as well, sending you over the edge.
He turned you over and grabbed the back of your thighs lifting you off your feet easily. He was so strong. You laughed lightly, running his fingers through his hair before bending down to his ear.
“I’m still mad,” You whispered to him. He huffed out and ignored your remark. He just lifted his head in the air and waited for you to kiss him.
“Not for long,” He whispered back.
The room was twilight and you and Draco were so close you were breathing in each others scent. His sets you down on the ground and wraps his arms around your back, and in one passionate pull off your skins, he kissed harder. You feel his fingers knot in your hair. Then his hand moves down your cheekbones to your soft lips. Your bodies fit together as if we were made just for this—to be in love with each other—to embrace each other. He pushes you back into his bed letting you fall and sink into to the soft expensive mattress. You gripped the silk sheets and looked up at Draco. You lock eyes for just a moment, just enough for the two of you to feel safe in each others presence. He hovers over your body and kisses your lips.
Then he’s all business, undoing your jeans and pulling them off. He puts his hands on your legs and you feel your back arch in anticipation. He pulled off your shirt and ripped off your bra. He crawled over your body and traveled down towards your core. You first quite moan escapes your lips as he grips your thighs. His mouth slowly touches your core and you moan a little louder. His tongue folds over the bundle of nerves. He consumes you like he consumed power–fast–eagerly–and roughly. His tongue came in long stroking licks. You bucked your hips higher to meet his mouth, not caring that the action could be called nothing but promiscuous. He reached up to your breasts a cupped them roughly.
There is nothing more bewitching than your naked form. As he watched you naked writhing under him. As soon as his hand grabs your breasts, you responded. He moves up towards your lips. Your kisses change, deeper, more sensual. "God, Draco.“ You arched against him when he moved over you. His other hands gripped at your breast, while the other traced down your body. You took your his hands and placed it on your sex, pulling him closer towards you. His fingers slipped into you and rubbed circles on the bundle of nerves. His two fingers worked inside you, it was nothing too uncomfortable and nothing you couldn’t handle. He kept his mouth on you lavishing my breasts with attention. Kissed down your chest and towards your neck.
His thumb rubbed around a sweet spot. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The strength of what was building was staggering. If he kept going, all of Hogwarts would hear. If he stopped, you would cry. Cry, and beg.
“Did you take the pill?” He whispered in your ear, you nodded slowly. He chuckled quietly. “I like muggle creations.” And he always did. The ones he liked were always made for the bed, always there for Draco to use on you. This was no different.
You reached for his belt to take off his black jeans. You slowly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper. His head rocked to the back of his neck as you palmed him through his boxers. He groaned out with pleasure, but suddenly came right back to reality and sunk himself into you. He moaned out louder than you should have. He kneaded your breasts as you gripped the silk covers of Draco’s Hogwarts bed.
He pumped into you, the length and level of his arousal he tried to trust more harder into you. "Mine,” he grunts under his breath. He doesn’t slow the movement, giving you hard thrusts. Draco’s gelled hair was tousled as the moonlight shown in the room illuminating the room. Beads of sweat lightly covered his chest as you watched him. “Who do you belong to?” He whispered hoarsely
“I do, everything I have, everything I am– it belongs to you.” He chuckled darkly.
“And I belong to you. No matter what I fucking do. You memorize those words and hold them close, they’re true and they’re going to stay true. No matter what I fucking do.”
“I love you,” you whispered quietly.
“I hear you say it every day,” He withdrew his fingers and gripped her hips. She felt his erection probe between her thighs. “I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you. I’ve never been more grateful”
He gave you every inch he had, holding your hips and forcing himself inside of you even though you should have taken it one at a time. A shock rolled through your body and you whimpered. But he thrust harder and harder.
“Push back against me,” he commanded, gripping your hips harder probably leaving red hand marks where they were. You thrust back and tossed your head back from the pleasure. She found him endlessly amusing when he was angry.
You let your head fall back on the pillow, giving over to the euphoria he gave you. He was so big. Sometimes you wondered if you could handle how big he was and how he felt. And once you succeeded in letting him put himself in you–every inch of him. There was nothing like it. There was certainly no one like him.
You pressed back against him. He was so strong, you would’ve fallen off the bed. Still, he didn’t hold back. He picked up the pace and either you have swept away with it, or you held your ground. But every push and pull over your bodies was easier for you to sink into. Then he began to sink into you deeper than before and drag out slowly, sensitizing your flesh.
Finally, you felt it. The rising passion in the room. You felt yourself feel high. You could tell he did too. His climax came before yours. Than yours followed, just as intense. He fell next to you in the bed pulling you into his chest. No words were exchanged but you knew he was sorry. And you knew he would never do that again.
You stood next to your father’s throne as the next visitors were brought in. You were told that an abnormal coven would be arriving today and would be staying with you for a week. They were called the Cullens and their diet consisted of animal blood instead of human.
You weren’t sure how you felt about that.
The family was led inside, a blond man in the front. Your eyes widened as they met his, a strange feeling overcoming you. This was… very strange.
The blond looked to Aro and bowed. “Aro my old friend. It is good to see you again.” He spoke, his eyes going to you once he lifted his head again.
Aro smiled and clapped his hands together. “Carlisle how wonderful it is to see you again. We must catch up later. But first I’d like to make an introduction. None of your family members have met our dear Y/N yet.”
“This is Marcus’-” Your hand was taken by Aro’s and he paused mid sentence. He turned to you with wide, glee filled eyes before looking back at Carlisle. “How amazing. After four centuries Carlisle you have finally found your other half. Good for you.” He clapped with his sickly sweet smile.
Hold on, other half? You looked to your father, who for once since your mother died, did not look half dead.
can i have a jughead imagine where he accidentally forgets our anniversary and i give him the silent treatment but then we make up in the end. (something like that)
Could I please request a Jughead imagine where the two of you get into a big fight and then make up afterwards with lots of fluff
DKSFWHER can u do fic where the reader finds out about jughead’s situation and convinces her/their parents to let him crash w/ them since he has nowhere else and,,, he’s just so, grateful and it’s just rlly fluffy bc he’s so lucky 2 have the reader (romantically or platonically, either is fine) ;0;
Okay, I hope all of you were okay with me mixing these requests. As soon as I read them I had an idea, so let’s see if you like it!!!
Jughead : Y/N I’m sorry.
Jughead : Please answer me
Jughead : At least let me explain.
You watched as your phone screen continued to light up with texts from your boyfriend, Jughead Jones. You didn’t dare reply, you were still fuming about today. It was your one year anniversary as a couple and Jughead, he forgot about it. You felt a little petty that it annoyed you so much, but it was important. So important that, after school before he could go home, you found him and chewed him out for forgetting about it.
“What the Hell, Jones,” you had said, shocking your boyfriend. “What?” You had felt so much anger in that moment, you snapped. “You forgot about our anniversary!” Realization reached his eyes and he dropped his overloaded backpack to the ground. “I’m sorry Y/N, I just have,” You just shook your head, “yeah, I get it. You were too busy with something more important, probably your stupid novel. That’s fine Jughead.” You were about to turn around when you felt him grab your arm. “Y/N please just hear me out,” you simply pulled away from him. “Not now Jughead, I’ll call you later.” You had stormed away from him, leaving him distraught.
Description: After four years you return to Riverdale because your dad is a private investigator who’s working on Jason’s case.
Warnings: None.THIS IS MY FIRTS IMAGINE I’M SORRY!
Pop’s to pick up the order that your father asked you to, It’s been so long
since you been in here, four years to be exact, a nostalgic you felt like
crying but a sense of relive at the same time from coming back home.
back” said Kevin nodding at you while you waited for your food. Everyone turned
around and instantly Archie and Jughead stood up and walked up to you pulling
you into a big hug.
she?” asked Veronica. “Y/N Y/L/N” said kevin. “Archie’s and Jughead’s best friend” sadly said
Betty. “She was here before we started hanging out with them, so I guess that
makes her the OG” said Kevin laughing and Veronica just rolled her eyes.
Andrews you’ve gotten hotter since the last day I saw you” You said as you pulled
apart from Archie and gave a hug to jughead. “Can say the same for you Jughead”
y’all chuckle. “When did you got back?” asked Jughead. You sigh “A couple of
hours ago, I can’t believe in back, but I really hope we stay this time” you
smiled “Do you want join us?” said Archie pointing at the table where Kevin,
Betty and a girl you didn’t know was. You shook your head ‘Uhm I gotta get this
food to my dad, besides your table look a little crowded back there” Archie
shook his head smiling “Are you jealous?” he said “Not much” you responded as you walked towards
the door. “Can I walk you home?” asked Jughead and you nodded. You walk towards
Archie and give him a kiss on the cheek “I’ll see you at school” he smiled and
walk back to his table.
jughead walked in silence side to side with your arms intertwined. You enjoy
the comfortable silence between the two of you. You were walking up to your
house and decided you break the silence. “I hear they closed Twilight” you were
the only one jughead told about living at twilight. Jughead stop at you’re the edge
of your porch and you walked up to it and turneing around, he just slightly shrugs
you can come here right?” you said he smiled and nodded “Goodnight Y/N” he walked up to you and kiss your cheek before
Juggie.” You made your way inside and to your room to change into your pajamas
and got to bed.
[A/N: HERE IT IS! Final chapter! I haven’t fully revised this so it could be riddled with mistakes however if it is guys I am sorry! Okay so just a warning there is some cheese, proper cheese, I love cheese and after all the angst it needed plenty to make up for it! Hope you guys like it, I’m really nervous that build up has totally not been worth it but it’s not going to get much better than this. I feel like maybe I kinda rushed the ending but-]
Word Count: 1950 [In total guys this entire fic was 11060 words long and took up 22 Word page documents, what the hell?!]
Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, A brief appearance by Sam Winchester
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Author’s Note: Hey guys :) This is my entry for Kris’ aka @kdfrqqg writing challenge. I got the prompt: “Last time I checked, she didn’t get a vote.” It’ll be bolded and…it’s literally the first line hahaha. I hope you guys like it. Feedback is definitely welcomed!! Let me know what you think!
“Last time I checked, she didn’t get a vote.”
I glared up at Dean, my aching muscles preventing me from doing anything else but give him a bitch face. That vampire did a number on me, almost sucking me dry had it not been for Mr. Green Eyes and Thor’s brother to come save my sorry ass.