we should be a couple

anonymous asked:

I love how the gay couple relationship has normal relationship problems and it's not like "we gay and perfect what now??". This is what should be like. Normalizing gay couples. We love drama in real life tho

Gay couples with drama, gay characters with flaws, gay couples learning to how to adapt to each other, gay couples dealing with their issues just like any other het couple. these are important things.

why my chem teacher is the most dad™ teacher and all-around coolest ever

- spent 5 minutes one day complaining about the transition effects and lame fonts on the old chem teacher’s lecture slides

- had us take a survey the first day of school in which he included a question about being stuck on a desert island with justin bieber

- while teaching us nomenclature conventions for alkanes, pointed at “pent-” and said “obviously you show know some of these already; if you’re a satanist you probably know what a pentagram is,” opened a discussion of temple of satan vs. satanic temple, and said he’d be interested in joining the satanic temple one day 

- a lecture slide on calorimetry included a picture of a bomb calorimeter, which he explained in depth, then held up a styrofoam cup and said “here’s a public school calorimeter”

- someone asked a question about when electronegativity becomes polar, so he pulled up a spectrum running from non-polar to ionic and said “it’s a spectrum. like gender. you know how some people think a person is a girl even if they say they’re a guy and vice versa? there are still non-polar bonds with high electronegativity and people think they should be polar but just because they have a certain electronegativity doesn’t mean they’re polar. pls be understanding of ur covalent kids.” 

- uses a yardstick instead of a pointer

- waves said yardstick around frequently, mostly for no reason. 

- once said (ironically) that he saw less and less bullying in classrooms now and that was a bit disappointing even though it was good. added that “if i had to suffer then you all do too” in a bitter tone of voice. when a english teacher walked in and asked him why he was waving the yardstick around he said it was because he was reminiscing on the bullying days.

- couple of us asked if we should get a new periodic table to take the test with since we’d written all over ours. he said no because if we’re smart enough to think ahead and cheat then we deserve the a.

- actually has a degree in philosophy. he’s so fucking nerdy

- he bikes to school everyday and then carries his bike up two flights of stairs to his classroom

- sometimes during tests he pulls a bagel and peanut butter out of his desk and eats them while watching us silently

- this one time we walked into class and he’d shaved off his half-beard into a mustache and when we asked why he said “i’m not a huge fan of it but my wife likes it so i do it for her” 

- used the trump supporter kid’s logic against him without explicitly expressing his political views so no one can actually get him fired

- complains to our class about how much he hates us

- explained catalytic converters to us once, then pointed at me with the yardstick and said “barrett you’re gonna love this because it involves carbon monoxide and like, suffocating yourself”

- i started crying once in class and he literally refused to give me the test because he didn’t think it would be fair to make me test while having an anxiety attack so he sent me into the lab and closed the classroom door and let me ugly cry. i kept begging him to let me take the test tho so he sighed and said “im ur dad right now not ur teacher please don’t take the test just light some incense and listen to some reggae or something and chill”

- i used pig’s blood in my chem internal assessment and when i asked him where i could store it overnight he shrugged and was like “i guess put it in the fridge in the teacher’s lounge and i’ll just tell people not to drink your blood”

- he knows our class so well it’s a little scary. predicts exactly what’s going to happen in certain circumstances with like 100% accuracy

- this one girl in my class didn’t finish her homework but we submit in through pictures on google classroom so she sent in a picture of her dog and he accepted it and gave it 10/10

And they will run you down, down to your core
Yeah, ‘til you can’t crawl no more (x)

I’m re-listening to the first season and I have a lot of feelings.

magnus wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but what he did know was that they were both still panting, their breathing heavy and shaky as they drove down winding roads, headlights lighting up lines of pine trees. it was still flooding his mind in strange flashes, the way the hounds had spilled into the parking lot, little blotches of black. they had been a swarm, their red eyes a strange sea, all flooded together, so many snapping jaws. they were smaller than the hellhounds magnus was used to but big enough that he didn’t want any of them taking a chunk out of his arm.

it had been such a flash then, alec’s swearing, magnus blasting a few of them with a shotgun, people screaming, the hellhounds targeting them, struggling with the doors of the car and finally getting in.  then the hellhounds had hit their black mustang, a deafening crash of snapping jaws and black bodies. magnus hadn’t waited to see what they would do. he slammed his foot on the gas pedal and they were out of there as fast as he could get them. they were tearing down the street as hellhound howls echoed through the city, car alarms going of, honking and tires screeching as other vehicles got out of their way.

magnus could still hear their pounding feet, could still hear their snapping jaws, he could still hear everything that had been happening even though they were now so far out of the city he didn’t recognize where he was at all. all he could see were the stands of trees, all he could hear were the tires on the road, the soft pattering of rain against the top of the car. there was so much flooding through his mind, he felt both calmer and more addled at this point.

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BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY: A wlw version

Is this the real life?
Or are they baiting me?
Is this a new gay ship,
That I can see on my TV?

Already too late.
I’ve chosen the fate for me…..
I’m just a queer girl, spends to long on AO3

Although the stray bullets,
my OTPS,
Despite all of,
The history
I’m hooked on a ship that may not ever be… ever be…

Canon.
It seems to me.
That two women on the screen,
Can really only be seen as..
Gal pals. Why is this the case?
Why can’t they just go kiss each other’s faccceeee.

Shipping, ooohhhhhh
You see all it really takes,
Is a prolonged hug, stare or romantic gesture
For them to be, my OTP and all-time new obsession.

Althooooouuugh,
we should mention.
That we do actually have our share,
Of canon couples who now share some…
Screen time on our TVs,
But let’s be truuueee
The White Guy™ has more screen time than they ever dooooooo.

*cough* sanvers *cough*

Writers. Here’s a few tips,
If you wanna please the queers,
Here’s a list of things you really shouldn’t do……

(Gay Instrumental #1)

First here’s the thing all queer characters should be:
BULLETPROOF,
BULLETPROOF, (just take a look at jroth).
All stray bullets are a no,
For a gay girls way to go, see:
Hint hint Lexa. (Hint hint Lexa.)
Hint hint Lexa. (Hint hint Lexa.)
We won’t ever let that go….
Let that go-o-o-o-o.

It’s really tiring, seeing the same storyline.
Surely you should be trying, saving a queer from time to time.
At least until the end of the season three.

Lesbians, and bullets, aren’t one of the same.
NICOLE HAUGHT. Oh, can you see that on her chest. (Can you seeeee)
NICOLE HAUGHT. It’s a bulletproof vest. (How trippyyyyy)
NICOLE HAUGHT. A bulletproof vest. (I’m impressed)
A bulletproof vest (I’m impressed)
Oh yes, they are the best.
Stops every gay mess, oh

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh

Oh, learn-from-Andras, learn-from-Andras, (she really likes the gays)
Or make the queer females all immortal like Delphine,
Delphine…

DELPHHHHIIIINNNNEEEEE.

(Gay instrumental #2)

Also remember that happy endings exisssttt.
And that queer couples can also live in blissss.
Root, Shaw; that wounds kinda still raw.
Arizona and Callie, Greys Anatomy what the hell?

So if you’re still struggling,
To write successfully,
Maybe you can just watch,
A show called Carmilla (season three).

Won’t ever let that go…..

Long distance relationships are hard.

Really hard.

And no one else quite understands.

There are more reasons to fight, to cry, to break up.

But distance also gives us a reason to love harder than any other couple should.

To fight harder, because in the end, we have something gain.

We have miles to fight through, and closeness to fight for.

We put our entire beings into these relationships, and although we may not hold hands as often, or hugs as often, or touch lips often, we will never take those things granted.

Each touch is special, each kiss cherished.

We may be separated by space and time, but the bond between couples who push through the hardest of time is the strongest.

There may be miles between, but there is no one closer.

Okay, but can we please acknowledge and appreciate that the finale couples in that stupid poll are two mlm couples. One of which has an Asian bisexual and the other features a bipolar bisexual (or pansexual - we don’t know how he identifies). Like what a time to live in. Whoever wins the final round we should know that this is amazing.

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We should do a film together. Toss in a couple of, you know, other redheads and clear it all up. - Amy Adams

Preservation through Poetry:

Tape is Evil

Tape is evil, tape is bad
Tape makes Preservation staff really really mad.
Scotch, masking, duct or the blue one used by a painter,
None of these should be used; you’ll thank us later.
Tape is made of two parts: a carrier and the glue
One will degrade over time, the other too.
The carrier will dry out, crumble and crack,
The adhesive will seep out or lose its tack.
The glue could ooze onto the photos, you see
Or it could fuse the papers, we won’t get them free.
Normally tape would be used for attaching fragments and closing rips.
But this is not the best archival practice, please take these tips.
So what should be used instead, you ask?
We have a couple options, depending on the task.
First, we could mend it using a wheat starch paste,
Which is applied to an archival tissue, with ease, not haste.
The tissue with paste is then laid over the fragment or tear,
Providing stabilization for the paper from handling and wear.
Second, if the page is torn or has fragments abound,
We place them in a Mylar sleeve, so later they can be found.
The sleeve keeps the loose fragments together with the original sheet,
Without all the pieces, this page would be incomplete.
The longevity of the papers and photos are what we guarantee,
Here in the St. Louis Preservation Lab at the NPRC.

Bts reacting to acting lovey dovey in public!

Namjoon

You wrapped your arm around his hip and got on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek.

“Uhm baby, what’re you doing?”

“Can’t I be cute with you?”

“Let’s save it for when we’re home okay? Then maybe it could escalate into something more…” *smirk smirk*

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Jin

“Mmm honey try this!” You held up your spoon and he took a bite.

“Mmm waaah that’s so good!”

“Right though! You have a little something on your lip babe, let me get it for you.” You kiss the food off his lips which makes him laughs.

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Hoseok

“Hobi! Look how cute this dress is!” You pulled him to look at it. “Oh, your collars cricked. Let me fix it…” You kiss his collarbone.

He laughs and pulls you into a hug, “Y/n you can’t be kissing me there out in public okay?” *kisses the top of your head*

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Yoongi

“Kissing?”

“No.

“One peck.”

“Yuck.”

“Fine whatever, I’m gonna hold your hand though and you can’t stop me.”

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Taehyung

“Jagi! Jagi! Jagi!” *Hugs you and starts kissing you everywhere* “We should get couple outfits! Let’s get berets! We’d look so cute!” 

(This baby’s a sweetheart)

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Jimin

You grab onto his sweater paw and hold it.

“Wh-what are you doing?” *gets all flushed*

“Just showing my love for you!” *Jimin turns even more red and starts giggling*

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Jungkook

You back hug him while he’s looking at shoes, “hello!”

“Ew icky coodies!” *laughs while kissing your cheek*

Originally posted by hi-and-love


Taehyungs gif isnt working and i cant deal with it because my head hurts and im stressed out EVEN THO SCHOOLS OVER AND IM SO ANGRY AND IM SORRY FOR BEING A SHIT ADMIN WHO CAN BARELY FUNCTION ON A DAILY BUT COVERS IT ALL UP WITH HUMOR I fixed it.

Jealous (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: hey darling! im in love with your imagines! is it possible to request a jughead x reader where the reader and jug are dating and jughead spends WAY too much time with betty (maybe bc of the blue&gold ?) the reader is jealous but jug is just amused by it? like he does the whole “awwww! is someone jealous?” kind of teasing? lol idk if that made any sense but if you figure out a way to write it that would be amazing! thank youuu

A/N: I took my time with this one and changed it a bit! I hope you like it. Requests are welcome!

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Jealous (Jughead x Reader)

You had a bag from Pop’s that you managed to go get for you and your boyfriend. Jughead’s been staying in the Blue and Gold room during lunch lately and you haven’t really spent any time together this week so you wanted to treat him to some burgers.

Stopping to see the door closed, you peaked in the little window to see Jug and Betty standing close with their backs turned towards you.

You reach to open the door and call for Jug when Betty leans her head on his shoulder and he wraps his arm around her. Your heart stops.

Jug never wraps his arm around you. Hell, He hates any PDA. Feeling a little upset, you turn and go find one of your other friends. Maybe Veronica would want some burgers.

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Ears Turning Red / Montgomery de la Cruz

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You don’t let the tears that were threatening to fall escape as you stare down your boyfriend. His expression makes you laugh. “You’re not going to even bother denying it?”

Montgomery took a step back and sat on the edge of his bed, his eyes narrowing at you, “It seems you’ve already made up your mind about what you think and what you’re going to do,” he grumbles.

You cross your arm, digging your fingers into your skin, “I just want to know the truth.”

“We’re in a good place and we’re happy, why does it matter?” he sighs.

“Why does it matter?” you scoff, mumbling under your breath. “It matters because if he was telling me the truth-than our entire relationship was built upon a lie!”

Your boyfriend shook his head, “No it wasn’t. That’s not how it happened.”

“Oh?” you ask, nodding you head. “Okay. So you didn’t ask me out because of some bet with your friends?

“No!” he argues. “Well, yes-but it’s not what you think!” he tries. 

“Monty,” you say, pinching the bridge of your nose. “How can it not be what I think? They told you to ask me out as a joke. A bet. It was entertainment for them,” you laugh, feeling the tears that had gathered in your eyes betray you as they slid down your cheeks, just as mad at your friends as you were with Monty. 

His clenches his hands, the bedsheets gripped tightly in his fist. “I never wanted you to find out, I knew you would take it the wrong way.”

“Take it the wrong way?” you demand. “Monty! I was a bet! You didn’t ask me out because you liked me, or even because you wanted to, but because your friends convinced you with some wager. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?”

“How we got together shouldn’t matter, (Y/N). I love you,” he says, “doesn’t that count for anything?”

Your eyes shut for only a moment at his words, “I don’t understand how you can sit there and not even try to understand how this has made me feel.” You take a few steps away from him until your back was against the door. “All of them knew,” you tell him quietly, “every single one of our friends. None of them bothered to tell me our relationship is a joke.”

“(Y/N)!” he groans. “Our relationship is not a joke, it’s real! Everything about it is real-what we are, what I feel for you-it’s all real.”

You ignore what he said as your eyes drift to the ceiling and continue, “It’s so embarrassing, demeaning even. They may not have all been a part of it, but they all knew. How am I going to face them? How can I trust them?”

“Don’t you think you’re making a big deal out of nothing?”

Your laugh wasn’t full of amusement as you slide to the floor. 

“(Y/N), I’m being serious,” he insists. “Yes. There was a bet that led me to asking you out. And I’m sorry that you’re hurt because you found out, but I’m not sorry that it happened. Without it we wouldn’t have become a couple-we wouldn’t be here now.”

“I should have listened to my gut when you approached me that day. I knew something bad would come from it. God!” you groan, clutching the sides of you head. “I’m so stupid! I knew someone like you would have never wanted to go out with me, to be in a relationship period.”

“Don’t say that,” he sighs, rising to his feet. “You’re not stupid and of course I would want to be with you.” He knelt down so he was on the floor and opposite you. “I’m sorry,” he apologises quietly. “I never wanted to hurt you. I can’t stand you being in pain, you know that,” he whispers.

You couldn’t stop the tears that were flowing and Monty reached out to wipe them away but you pull out of his grasp. 

Hurt flickers across his face at your rejection and his expression hardens, “What do you want me to do?” he yells walking back to the centre of his room. “You’re not telling me how I can make this better!”

“You can’t!” you scream. “I don’t want to be with someone who lies to me, who deceives me!”

“But I didn’t deceive you!” Monty growls. “You know that I love you! I’ve never felt like this about anyone-you mean everything to me!”

“Then why did you keep this hidden? Why did I have to find out from Bryce Walker of all people?”

“Fucking Bryce,” he snarls before turning back to you. “You know he’s just trying to mess shit up! I didn’t want to tell you because I was worried that this exact situation would be happening, that you would be mad and upset and unwilling to hear me out!”

“Hear you out? What exactly do you want to say? That it was this bet that brought us together?” you laugh. “That it was the best gamble you’ve ever taken?”

“Damn right it was the best, I got you didn’t I?” Your smile is hard to contain, but you were still angry with him. “Just tell me what to do,” he instructs. “Anything. I’ll do it. Just don’t be mad at me.”

“It’s not that easy, Monty.”

“Then how much time do you need?”

“I don’t know.”

“Help me out here,” he begs, finally coming to the realisation of how how upset you actually were over this. “I can’t lose you.” Some emotion must have crossed you face without noticing and Monty went into a full panic. “Please,” he continues. 

“It’s not even so much about the actual bet anymore,” you tell him, shaking your head. “It’s the fact you didn’t want me to know, that it was kept from me for almost two years. Can you understand why that hurts me? How embarrassing that is?” 

He nods weakly.

“Do you understand why I can’t face them?”

“Did you want me to beat them into-”

“No!” you yell, unable to stop your small laughs from making its way out. It wasn’t a laughing matter-especially because you knew he was serious. “No,” you repeat.

“What else can I do?” he asks, unable to understand what you wanted.

“I told you, I don’t know.”

Montgomery crossed one arm over his chest while the other rubbed at his chin, he froze after a moment-an unpleasant thought passing through his mind. “You don’t want to break up do you?” Your silence worried him. “No,” he says quietly. “You are not breaking up with me. Baby, please.”

You shake your head, sighing reluctantly, “I don’t want to break up, Monty,” you admit, you were in love with him-you hated the idea of not being with him. 

“Oh thank God,” he mumbles, moving closer to you again, crouching down in front of you as he had only minutes ago. “Look, I’m going to make it up to you, okay?” he asks, resting his hands on you knees. 

Meeting his gaze, you nod slowly which causes him to breathe a sigh of relief. 

“I promise that I’ll do everything in my power to make this better. I love you, (Y/N),” he says, his stare never wavering from your eyes. 

“I know,” you mumble, resting your hands on his. “I love you, too. But Monty?”

“Yeah?”

“If you ever hide anything like this from me again, I don’t think I could-” you cut yourself off, but he nods, completely understanding what you were trying to say.

“I get it. Complete honesty from here on out, I swear.”

Missed Opportunities

Originally posted by wwhatfinn

Anon requests: If ur still taking requests. Can you do one where the reader of best friends with Juggie but they told him how they feel, but Juggie doesn’t listen and then in a football game Reggie makes a move and they accept b/c Juggie doesn’t seem to acknowledge them that way and Juggie ends up jealous…

Request if you still take one. Reader and Jughead have been friends forever and they said stuff to each other about being together but Jughead been avoiding it. Reader wants something more, and in a football game Reggie asks them out and they say yes b/c they feel they need to love since Jughead is avoiding them about their feelings and Jughead gets jealous…

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: You missed a thousand opportunities to tell your best friend that you fell in love with him.  One night, you finally seize the chance.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,926

A/N: I’m so sorry for my inactivity, I hope this longer imagine makes up for it.  Enjoy!


You didn’t mean to fall in love with your best friend.  It was an accident.

You weren’t sure when exactly it happened.  It wasn’t anything sudden; you didn’t wake up one morning and realize you were in love. It was a slow process.

Maybe it began when you two met at Pop’s.  He was sitting in his regular booth, brooding and mysterious.  He was the edgiest ten year old in Riverdale.  For the first time, you entered Pop’s all by yourself. Your parents had decided that double digits meant that you could be more independent.  Of course, your first action was to go to the best diner in Riverdale all on your own.  Once you arrived, you realized how scary being alone was.  Scanning the diner, you looked for a companion to sit with.  You spotted a boy who looked around the same age as you.

“Can I sit here?” you asked, approaching the table.  The boy stared at you suspiciously for a moment.

“Sure,” he nodded after a second of contemplation.  You smiled and sat down across from him.

“I’m (Y/N),” you greeted, sticking your hand out across the table.  The boy tentatively shook it.

“Jughead,” he introduced himself.

“That’s a weird name,” you crinkled your nose.  He shrugged.

“I know.”

Maybe it was that night at the drive-in: a cold October night, and you forgot your jacket.  Vertigo was on that night, and Jughead, knowing it was one of your favorite movies, notified you that it was playing.  You asked him, with a smirk, if he had anything to do with this movie being played; with an indignant scoff, he promised you that he had no part in the Twilight Drive-In playing your favorite movie.  The two of you sat together watching the movie, Jughead’s arm casually draped around your shoulders.  Bitter October night winds blew in, causing you to shiver.  Jughead noticed this, so he drew you closer to him.  It wasn’t the warmth Jughead provided you that caused the redness in you cheeks.

There was no way for you to pinpoint when exactly you fell in love with your best friend.  Every time you saw him, wearing that goddamned beanie and a wide grin, your heart skipped a beat.  Each time your hands brushed against each other, or your thighs rested right next to each other, you could feel your affection swell.

But as Newton’s third law states: every action has an equal opposite reaction.  Every time you fell a little more in love with Jughead, there was an agonizing pain in your heart because you could never be with him.  You knew you could never build up the courage to tell your best friend you’re in love with him.  All the risks threatening your friendship with Jughead were enough to keep your feelings bottled up.

Although you swore to yourself that you’d never reveal your secret affections for Jughead, you found that hiding things from your best friend was more difficult than you imagined.

“(Y/N),” Jughead interrupted your thoughts, causing your head to snap up.  Immediately, you plastered a smile on your face.

“Yeah, Jug?” you asked, slightly tilting your head.  He shook his head at you.

“What’s up with you lately?” he questioned, narrowing his eyes.  “You’ve been acting weird for weeks.”

“I’m fine Jug,” you waved him off.  “It’s nothing.”

“It’s something,” Jughead ignored your protests.  

“I promise you, Jug, if there’s something wrong I’ll tell you.”  Satisfied with your answer, he nodded at your response and turned back to his laptop.  The two of you sat in the diner booth, each doing your own thing.  After an hour of silence, you closed the book you were reading and set it down on the table.  Jughead noticed this, so he lowered his laptop lid.

“Something wrong?” he inquired.  You pursed your lips for a moment, contemplating what to say.

“Have you ever thought about us?” you asked.  He shot you a confused glance, so you elaborated.  “Have you ever thought about us, I don’t know… as not friends?  Like more?”  Jughead’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I mean… yeah,” he shrugged. You bit your lip.

“Do you think it could ever work?”

“I don’t know,” he responded.  “I’d just hate to ruin our great friendship, you know?”

“Yeah,” you nodded.  “I know exactly what you mean.”


The next day at school, Jughead completely avoided you.  Every time you attempted to approach him, he turned on his heel and walked in the other direction.  After practically confessing your feelings last night, you were devastated to see Jughead ignoring you.  This continued throughout the rest of the week; Jughead never talked to you, no matter how hard you tried to communicate with him.  On Friday, Archie approached you.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he greeted. You shot him a small smile.

“Hey, Archie.”

“I’m sorry about Jughead,” he frowned, looking at you with pity.  You shrugged and shook your head.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” you responded, causing his frown to deepen.  “Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Well, actually, no,” he answered, rubbing the back of his neck.  “I know it’s been a rough week for you, but I was wondering if you wanted to come to the game tonight.  It’s a big game, so I’d just really appreciate it if you were there.”  He offered a hesitant smile at you, and your fake smile widened into a real one.

“Sure, Archie,” you responded.  He thanked you and headed away, probably searching for other people to invite to the game.  You knew you hadn’t been in the best shape for the past week, but you figured this was the perfect opportunity to get your mind off of everything that had happened. It was an opportunity to forget about Jughead.


You arrived at the football stadium, and you wandered into the bleachers, looking for a place to sit. As you wandered around, you spotted Jughead.  Before he could turn his head to look at you, you dashed out of sight.  Finally, you found a seat at the top of the bleachers. You watched the entire game from there, clapping and cheering along with the rest of the crowd every time Riverdale High’s team scored.  Once the buzzer signaled the end of the game, and another victory for Riverdale, you ran down to the field to congratulate Archie.  Instead of finding Archie, you ran into Reggie.

“(Y/N)!” he exclaimed, his sweaty figure towering over you.  

“Hey, Reggie!” you smiled. He grinned.

“I haven’t seen you around lately,” he noted.  You shrugged.

“Did you want to?”

“Well yeah,” he laughed. Oddly, you found yourself blushing. “We should catch up sometime, (Y/N). How about Tuesday?”  You blinked a couple of times, trying to figure out if he was joking or not.

“Seriously?” you questioned. He nodded as if it was obvious.

“Of course.  Eight o’clock at Pop’s?”  You grinned and nodded.  He did the same and then walked off to celebrate the victory with his teammates. Turning on your heel, you suddenly came face-to-face with Jughead.

“Reggie?  Seriously (Y/N)?” he inquired, crossing his arms and raising a brow.

“At least he had the courage to ask me out,” you scoffed, stomping off and leaving a stunned Jughead behind.


Tuesday night arrived quickly, and, as promised, you met Reggie at Pop’s.  He sat waiting in a booth, and when you entered, his face illuminated with a grin.  The night went successfully, and you thoroughly enjoyed your time with Reggie. You didn’t even notice the dark figure watching you from a few booths away.

“I had a great time tonight, (Y/N),” Reggie said as he noticed the time.  It was nearly midnight.  “Can we do this again sometime?”

“Of course,” you nodded, smiling.  He grinned.

“And, just to be clear, these are dates, right?”  You hesitated at this, and for the first time you looked up and spotted Jughead. Realizing you were staring at him, he averted his gaze.  You turned back to Reggie and frowned.

“Reggie,” you started, twiddling with your fingers.  His face slowly fell as he anticipated what you were going to say.  “You’re a great guy.  Any girl would be lucky to have you, but… I like someone else.”  You smiled apologetically at him.  “I’m sorry.  I hope we can still be friends.”  The football star stood up, remaining in front of your table.  He offered you a small smile.

“I understand,” he sighed. “Of course we can be friends.  I’ll see you around, (Y/N).”  He strode away from your table and exited the diner. Once he was out of sight, you turned all of your attention to Jughead.  You stood up and rushed over to his table.

“What the hell, Jughead?” you seethed, sitting down across from him.  He refused to make eye contact with you.  “Were you spying on me?”

“We’re best friends, (Y/N), you should know by now that I’m always at Pop’s,” he spat in retaliation. You didn’t back down.

“Oh so we are best friends?” you cynically questioned.  “That’s funny, because I don’t think we’ve spoken in a week.”

“I had a lot on my mind, okay?” he defended himself, growing quieter.  You rolled your eyes and nodded.

“Uh huh,” you scoffed, “a lot on your mind.  Whatever, Jughead.”  You rose from your seat and prepared to exit, but Jughead grabbed your wrist.

“Wait, (Y/N),” he stopped you.  You raised an eyebrow.  “I’m sorry.”

“Wow thanks,” you smiled sarcastically.  “This makes everything better, Jughead.”

“I know it doesn’t,” he rolled his eyes, “but I can’t do anything else except apologize, (Y/N).”

“How about you talk to me?” you offered, narrowing your eyes as you settled back into your seat.  “Because I’ve had my feelings out there for a week now, Jughead, and you haven’t said anything about it.”

“What feelings?” he questioned.  “All you asked me is if I thought we should be a couple.”

“What do you think that was?” you practically screamed.  “Did you really just think that was just casual conversation, Jug?  Come on, you’re smarter than that!”

“Okay, so you confessed your feelings to me!” he exclaimed, frustratedly throwing his hands up.  “How do you think I felt, (Y/N)?  When I thought my best friend was thinking about the same possibility as me?  I was fucking terrified!”  This drew you aback.

“Terrified?” you echoed. “Why… why were you terrified?”

“Because I think about that too, (Y/N), all the time!” he didn’t yell, but his voice grew louder.  “I don’t know when it happened, but sometime between that first time you walked in through those diner doors,” he pointed at the entrance, “and right now, something changed.  I don’t know when, I don’t know how, and I certainly don’t know why.  All I know when I saw you laughing with good-looking, athletic Reggie the only thing I could think about is all the times I could’ve told you how I felt, and I didn’t.”  He was almost panting by the end of his tangent, and you were subdued by shock.  The two of you sat together in silence, staring at each other in astonishment.  

“Missed opportunities,” you finally murmured, breaking the silence.  “We both… we both missed so many opportunities.”  You bit your lip between your teeth, holding back a smile.

“But here we are,” Jughead replied, a smile creeping onto his face.  “We missed a thousand opportunities, but the universe gave us one more.”

“I don’t believe in fate,” you smiled.  He grinned.

“Neither do I,” he responded.  “But I do believe in us.”

The Only Exception (Part 4)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,873

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, sarcasm, hot firemen

A/N: So many of you were right on. But what’s the fallout now? PS - I had a lot of writer’s block, so I don’t know how I feel about this, but I had to push forward with the story or I’d end up abandoning it.

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Originally posted by upper-east-side-elite

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BTS’s reaction to you dancing with another man:

A/N: Aw, anon, your English is perfect, don’t worry ^ - ^ Thanks for stopping by and leaving a request <3 I’m sorry that this is embarrassingly late, I hope you enjoy it anyway~


Jin: “Why do you have to dance with him?” Jin pouts, as you crouch to lace up your trainers for dance practice.

“It’s only for one stage,” you soothe, standing up and closing the short distance between you and your boyfriend. A chaste peck on his lips has the frown smoothing into a smile.

“I know,” he says, “I just wish it was you and me together.”

Your face falls at this, as your mind seeps with concern. Jin always puts on a brave face for you, but you know there are a lot of feelings he keeps quiet to save you the worry. You worry anyway, of course, because that’s just who you are.

He picks up on your change of mood, and gives your cheeks a poke, forcing the corners of your lips up into a grin. “Hey, none of that,” he says, “If I practice enough maybe it’ll be me dancing with you next time.” To prove it, he takes a step back, and breaks into his famed traffic dance. It never fails to have you spluttering with laughter, and soon you’re joining in, flailing your limbs about in time to your own rhythm.

You collapse against each other, shaking with fits of the giggles. “Oh, boy, I don’t think the world is ready for our traffic dance collab,” you sigh, resting your forehead against Jin’s.

“Maybe not,” he murmurs, “Some day though. Some day.”

You chuckle. “Some day.” One more kiss, then it’s time to leave for practice.

Originally posted by jeonsshi


Yoongi: From his spot by the bar, Yoongi keeps his gaze rooted to you.

When you asked to go clubbing with him, this isn’t exactly what he had expected. In his mind, you had your arms wrapped around each other, floating in your own calm world, amidst the chaos of thumping music and flashing lights.

Yet here he is, sitting alone while you shake your hips, surrounded by a swarm of slobbering guys. The only thing keeping Yoongi calm is the diss track he’s composing in his head for the crowd of fawning men. He should write some of this stuff down - it’s gold.

But then he sees one of the guys getting too close, placing his hand on your waist, then sliding it lower. Oh, there’s no way in f-ck he’s getting away with that!

Without a clear idea of what he’s doing, Yoongi pushes himself away from the bar, ploughing through the swarm of sweaty bodies, and thudding a heavy hand into the man’s chest. “Hey, keep your hands off what doesn’t belong to you,” he snarls.

The man stumbles back, gives Yoongi a once over, and decides it’s not worth it. The crowd oozes away from the area, till you and Yoongi are left, invisible in the corner of the club.

“Um… thanks,” you smile sheepishly, “I had it under control though.”

“I know,” Yoongi says, “I just… couldn’t help myself. Creeps like that make me furious.”

You bite your lip. “Wanna get out of here?”

“Please.”

Originally posted by lethargicmin


Hoseok: Hoseok doesn’t mind. He really doesn’t mind… Well, okay, maybe a little… But it’s hard to watch you (the love of his life) dancing (the second love of his life) with another man. It should be him leading you as you follow the complicated steps, that cute, concentrated look on your face, that he’d just love to kiss away. But instead, it’s Jimin by your side. And seeing his hands on your waist has something sprouting in Hoseok’s heart. A seed of… jealousy? It isn’t a feeling he’s used to – it’s odd and constricting, crushing him from the inside, and forcing the air out of his lungs in a long, loud sigh.

“Hey, honey, what’s wrong?” you sink down beside him on the dance studio floor, cheeks pink from practice.

“Nothing,” Hoseok forces a smile, which you see through with one blink and one shake of your head:

“Come on, you can tell me anything, Hoseok.”

“He’s jealous because you’re dancing with me.” Jimin sends a Cheshire cat grin your way.

Hoseok doesn’t respond, just picks at the laces of his shoes, and then mutters, “You guys should watch your footwork at the beginning of the second verse. It gets a little sloppy. Yours especially Jimin.”

Jimin laughs this off. “Oh, I was just about to pack up for the day… But if you think we need improvement, maybe we should practice for another couple of hours. What do you think, Y/N?”

Hoseok’s ears turn red at Jimin’s teasing. “No, on second thoughts, I think you’ve done enough for one night.” He slides his hand into yours. “Let’s get out of here, what do you say?” A nod from you, accompanied by a kiss on the nose is all he needs to perk up.

Originally posted by asdfghobi


Namjoon: Namjoon has decided to start going to the gym more often. This has nothing to do with the fact that you’re now getting dance lessons from Jimin. It’s just a weird coincidence that he wants to life more weights after hearing you wax lyrical about your dance partner’s body. (“And then Jimin taught me how to do lifts. He’s so strong. Have you seen his arms? Wow.”) It isn’t that Namjoon’s self-conscious, but the thought of you spewing praises over him like you do with Jimin is certainly a good motivation to exercise.

Finally, he’s in a position to say: “Hey babe, check this out,” and show off his arms, in close-fitting tank tops. This is a sure-fire way to keep your eyes trained on him, and no one else.

“Have you been working out?” you ask, eyeing him as he flexes.

“Yep,” he pops the ‘p’, looking pleased with himself.

The frown that clouds your features is not the response he was hoping for. “Is this because of me and Jimin?” you probe, lips thinning into a straight line.

Namjoon’s smile fades away. “Maybe.”

You shake your head sadly. “Baby, you know that no matter what I say about the other members, or any other man for that matter, you’re the only one I’ll want.”

Namjoon did know that. But it’s always nice to hear you say it.

Originally posted by hossiki


Jimin: Seeing you at dance practice with Jungkook had given Jimin an idea.

That’s why, when you come home from work that evening, you’re greeted by a trail of rose petals at the door. A smile curling your lips, you leave your bag in the hall, and follow the scatterings of pink and crimson to the living room where Jimin’s standing in a suit, a flower in one hand.

“What’s all this?” you ask, breath releasing in something between a gasp and a sigh.

“I’m teaching you how to ballroom dance,” he announces, eyes scrunching up as a smile stretches his lips. Crossing the room, he flicks on the stereo, and a few strains of stringed instruments start up. “Ever since I saw you dancing with Jungkook, I couldn’t stop feeling jealous, which is stupid… I know,” he goes on to explain, holding out his hands, which you grab onto, pulling him in until he’s no more than an inch from you, “I decided that teaching you some of the most romantic dances I know would cure me of the green-eyed monster.”

You duck your head, gently bumping your forehead against his chest. “You know you never have to worry about me spending time with other guys.”

“I know. But I worry anyway. Since you’re the most precious thing I have.” These are the last words he murmurs before the music drowns all else out, and you get carried away in a flurry of melodies and the golden sparks in your boyfriend’s eyes.

Originally posted by itschiminie


Taehyung: Seeing you dance with another boy makes Taehyung feel… weird. In the scattered rainbow of disco ball lights he can see your smile growing wide while this guy – who is he, anyway? – spins you around. With those simple gestures, Taehyung’s heart twists and turns - a writhing dragon, growling to break free from his rib cage.

There’s only one thing to do.

He strides towards you, pushing through the crowd until he’s by your side, where he feels at home. Then he does the only thing he knows how to do. Making you smile: his specialty. As the music picks up, he moves along with it, limps flapping, head bobbing.

Catching his movements, you grin, and seeing that he’s made you happy, Taehyung keeps on going, exaggerating his movements, until you’re bent over with laughter, the other guy completely forgotten. Then you take Taehyung’s hand, and begin to sway with him, lighting up a fire inside him. This is how it should be. Only him. Only you. And no one in between.

Originally posted by jitamin


Jungkook: Smile. That’s all Jungkook has to do. Smile as he watches you practice with Hoseok for set rehearsal, allowing his heart be pricked like a pincushion, again and again. Smile as your eyes scrunch up, gracing your dance partner with their warmth. He knows it doesn’t mean anything, and that at the end of the day, when the sun sinks low in the sky, it’ll be you and him going home together, hands intertwined. But waiting for that moment is torturous. Just a few more hours, he reminds himself. Just a few more sets of sixty minutes. He’ll count every one.

You glance his way, as the managers call time-out. Slipping from the group, you run over to him, and satisfy his need with a tight bear hug.

“Hey,” you whisper.

He grins into your shoulder. “Hey.”

You break apart before too many curious eyes dart your way. It’s not a secret that you’re dating, but you’d rather not parade it around in front of everyone. There’ll be plenty of time for all the needed touching, kissing, loving when you’re alone. For now, you give Jungkook’s hand a squeeze that promises: “soon”. Then you’re heading back for another rehearsal.

It’s enough for Jungkook. He’ll keep on smiling till you’re back in his arms again.

Originally posted by jeonbase


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Prompt List

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  1. “You’re the only thing left that is important to me now.”
  2. “Please, put some pants on, you’re embarrassing me.”
  3. “Oh, love, I don’t think you understand the meaning of sarcasm.”
  4. “You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!”
  5. “I think i’m going insane.”
  6. You’re the only one for me.”
  7. “Honestly, if you wanted sex this bad you could’ve just told me!”
  8. “I’ve come to the conclusion, that this house just might be haunted.”
  9. “What makes you say that?”
  10. “There was this perfect moment. This perfect moment where everything that I wanted was clearly in front of me… and i understood.”
  11. “You broke my favourite vase!”
  12. “I think we should get a puppy, and with this puppy we should become the stereotypical cute couple. As well as because I want a dog.”
  13. “You’re crazy.”
  14. “I promise that i’ll protect you.”
  15. “I don’t need saving. Not now! Not ever.”
  16. “You act as if you’re the hard done by. You’re not.”
  17. “You cheated on me! What was I suppose to do? Smile and forgive you?”
  18. “I think you’re worth much more than that.”
  19. “I’d rather die than do that.”
  20. “Did you ever wonder what brought us together?”
  21. “Is… that really you? I thought i’d never see you again!”
  22. “You had one job!”
  23. “How is it that you’re a complete flop at everything you do?”
  24. “You need to stop.”
  25. “That lip biting’s getting a little out of hand.”
  26. “If you continue to do what you’re doing, I won’t hesitate to come over there and stop you myself.
  27. “Isn’t he just the cutest?”
  28. “I want a child.”
  29. “You still awake?”
  30. “You’re probably the hottest stranger i’ve ever seen.”
  31. “Never thought that all this would happen because of one tiny moment.”
  32. “My clothes look good on you.”
  33. “Is that my shirt?”
  34. “Isn’t that a bit too big for you?”
  35. “Isn’t that a bit too small for you?”
  36. “I think you look absolutely adorable.”
  37. “When I said you’re mine, I meant it.”
  38. “He better only be just a friend.”
  39. “Those short’s look really good on you.”
  40. “Hey, they can’t hurt you anymore.”
  41. “I… I lost the baby.”
  42. “It’s all my fault, i’m so sorry.”
  43. “My arms just fit perfectly.”
  44. “You’re drunk.”
  45. “I am not wearing that.”
  46. “How did I get stuck here with you?”
  47. “I swear, the world is against me.”
  48. “Don’t touch me!”
  49. “Get away from me!”
  50. “Tell me you need me.”
  51. “You’re not the boss of me.”
  52. “We’re out of gas, what’s your plan?”
  53. “You’re an ass”
  54. “I’m on vacation, you take care of it.”
  55. “Disney movies all day? I’m in.”
  56. “Hurry up! Would you?!”
  57. “Take the long way around”
  58. “Can you shut up for five minutes, please???”
  59. “He’s been gone for quite a while”
  60. “I can’t see anything.”
  61. “I heard a noise.”
  62. “Where’s my food?”
  63. “I bet you feel like an artist”
  64. “Can I be of assistance?”
  65. “Get out of the way before I murder you.”
  66. “You’re breaking my heart, babe.”
  67. “Cry me a river.”
  68. “Build a bridge.”
  69. “Get over it.”
  70. “Another credit card?!”
  71. “It’s just rain, you aren’t gonna melt!”
  72. “Have you ever lied to me?”
  73. “I’m stuck! Help me!”
  74. “I swear, I’m not scared.”
  75. “What do you think a cupholder is for?”
  76. “You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?”
  77. “Turn that sh*t off!!!!”
  78. “When’s that last time we went on a date?”
  79. “I thought you didn’t like cats?”
  80. “The door’s locked.”
  81. “I’ll just tell your mom on you.”
  82. “I thought you were nice.”
  83. “I had a dream about you.”
  84. “What colour do you like better?”
  85. “Take notes, sweetheart.”
  86. “This is where you impress me, right?”
  87. “Pick up lines only work when I’m drunk.”
  88. “I can’t believe you didn’t remember”
  89. “If that makes me a child, so be it.”
  90. “I could beat you up, you know that right?”
  91. “Would it kill you to help people?”
  92. “I bet you can’t go 24 hours without cussing.”
  93. “But, I said I love you.”
  94. “Is it just me or is cold as hell in here?”
  95. “I’m not weird, you’re just basic.”
  96. “Just sleep with one eye open, that’s all I’m saying”
  97. “Take off your shirt.”
  98. “We could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain.”
  99. “You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?
  100. “Sit still, for the love of all that is Holy.”

Prompt credit: @prompt-bank and @justauthoring