You can’t tell me that there aren’t conspiracy theories galore about Bruce Wayne being The Batman and you can’t tell me that his kids don’t fuel them like their life depends on it
•Tim has an entire fucking page dedicated to it
•"I found this sitting on the kitchen table this morning" *pulls out batarang*
•*a picture of what looks like a cape hanging off the back of the couch on Dick’s Instagram page* “mighty suspicious”
•"now that you mention it, Father is rarely home on nights batman is patrolling"
•"all I’m saying is that those old mine shafts go under the house"
•"you know, Jason did go missing right around the time Robin went missing" “it’s true. I could have been Robin and not remember it. Would explain the scars”
•"When Bruce is yelling it sounds a lot like Batman’s voice. It’s pretty freaky"
•*snapchat videos of what appears to be a super grainy batman entering the manor*
•"have you seen Alfred’s car? It’s totally the batmobile"
•"listen Linda, Bruce is the CEO of a technology company. One of the only company’s that has the same tech as batman" “he is always placing weird orders” “see, Damian knows”
•"I saw a bunch of bats fly out of the chimney this morning when I was coming home"
•*super bad candid of Bruce* “loOK HE TOTALLY HAS THE SAME FUCK OFF FACE AS BATMAN”
•*really detailed side by side comparisons of Bruce and Batman on Tims facebook*
•*super bad quality Snapchat video* “Alfred, is Bruce batman?” “Master Dick, you know the answer to that”
•"Bruce Wayne is rich as fuck what more do you need"
•"he had a grappling hook in his pants pocket once"
•"he’s always disappearing during galas right before batman shows up. Have you ever noticed that?“
•"the amount of sick days he uses is mighty suspicious” *side eyes Bruce*
•*video of Bruce coming into the kitchen at 4 in the morning looking like absolute shit* “where have you been young man?” “Fuck off Jason” “oh, so you can say fuck but I can’t–” “Jason I will throw this at you” “do it you coward–” *a scream and a crash as the phone falls as a metal object goes past Jason’s head*
•a shit ton of super blurry photos of things that look like Batman’s gadgets and costume keep popping up on the kids Instagram and twitter accounts
The first time Viktor hears him, he’s just come home from the grocery store. He sets the bags down and takes his coat off, perplexed at the sounds coming from the kitchen. Had he left the radio on…?
Something in him tells him to be quiet, so he slips his shoes off and tiptoes to the doorway, silently shushing a sleepy Makkachin along the way. The radio is on, turned down very low, but that’s not the voice he’s hearing.
It’s Yuuri he’s hearing.
Yuuri is washing dishes at the sink, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. He’s swaying back and forth in time with the music, and Viktor does a double take because that’s Yuuri? Singing? He’s never heard Yuuri sing before…
As he stands there, he realizes something.
Yuuri’s voice is lovely. It’s rich and soft, with gentle vibrato and a fairly impressive range.
He’s utterly spellbound. It’s the prettiest voice he’s ever heard in his life.
He finds himself walking closer, drawn to Yuuri as if pulled by a magnet, making sure to keep his footsteps as quiet as possible. He stands there rather dumbly for a few minutes, captivated by his Yuuri’s singing(and probably falling even more in love with him), until Yuuri turns around, spots Viktor, and shrieks like he’s seen the ghost of an ancestor, nearly dropping a plate and catching it just in time. They stare at each other, Yuuri sputtering and Viktor speechless.
“I didn’t know you could sing like that,” Viktor finally says, smiling at the pink blush that has poured into Yuuri’s cheeks.
Yuuri insists that he can’t sing, of course, but Viktor won’t have any of it. He wraps his flustered fiancé in a hug, and when he hears the grumpy muttering against his chest, it makes him smile.
From then on, Yuuri doesn’t stifle his singing around Viktor anymore.
Hey guys, so here is part 1 of my mini fic. So this part is probably pretty boring, but I wanted to just kinda set the story up! Pleaaaaase leave feedback in my ask and let me know if you want part 2 or if this part is just too shit. Thanks darls.
The "Don't tell anyone you saw me crying" AU sounds super promising!
The best part of Steve’s day is, generally when he gets to go eat lunch in the abandoned teacher’s office on the third floor. It’s quiet up there, and it’s not so dusty now that one of the custodians noticed him hanging out there and comes around to clean it up every so often. So, all in all, not a bad place to quietly eat his lunch, do some homework, and maybe get a bit of drawing done, if he’s up to it.
Except today, apparently.
After the bell rings and fifth period starts, Steve makes his way up to the abandoned teacher’s lounge. He’s got a cheese sandwich, apple slices and a can of Diet Sprite that he’s excited to eat, and a drawing of one of his classmates — a guy who probably doesn’t even know Steve exists, let alone would want Steve drawing him, but that’s the one good thing about being invisible — that he’s excited to finish up. But when he gets to his abandoned teacher’s office, he hears someone…
Well, he hears someone crying.
Still, it’s his abandoned teacher’s office — he doesn’t have much else to take ownership of at this school, so he’ll take what he can get — so he enters anyway.
“What the hell?” Bucky Barnes says, furiously wiping off his face with the sleeve of his henley.
“Oh, uh,” Steve says, clutching the sketchbook that has an in-progress drawing of Bucky Freaking Barnes in it tight.
“Come to laugh at me?” Bucky asks with a rueful chuckle.
“What? No,” Steve says, maybe a little fiercer than he should.
“Then what?” Bucky asks.
“I eat lunch here every day,” Steve says, straightening up. He may only be five foot four and weigh the same as a wet dachshund, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t be intimidating!
He does wish that his beanie would quit sliding down his head and hiding his eyebrows. Having visible eyebrows would probably help the intimidating factor.
“You eat… here?” Bucky asks, looking around the dim room like he’s really seeing it for the first time. He grimaces.
Steve pushes his beanie back. “You’re here crying!” Steve argues.
“Yeah, but I’ve only been here a couple times. You’re here every day.”
Steve scoffs. “Are you trying to contest who of the two of us is less pathetic, because that’s probably a pretty easy fight.”
“What do you mean by that?” Bucky asks, voice getting louder.
“You have everything — friends, football, popularity. I just want to eat my cheese sandwich and listen to my iPod during lunchtime without having to confront crying jocks.”
Bucky stares at him for a moment, then his face screws up. “I’m s-s-sorry,” he says, starting to cry again.
“Oh jeez,” Steve says, shutting the door behind him and taking a few steps across the room, closer to the desk Bucky is sitting at. “Don’t… Cry, okay? I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
“You didn’t… it’s not your fault,” Bucky says, burying his face in his hands.
Steve drops his backpack and kneels down, digging through it. After about forty seconds, he emerges victorious with a half-used pack of tissues. “Here,” he says, handing them out to Bucky.
Bucky looks up at him with wide, bloodshot eyes. “Really?” he asks. Steve nods. Bucky reaches out and takes the tissues from him. “Thanks,” he says, pulling one free from the package and loudly blowing his nose.
“No problem,” Steve says, trying not to be grossed out, though he can’t help but cringe a little when Bucky looks back up with a line of snot dripping out of his nose. “You oughta…” he says, gesturing to his nose.
“Shit,” Bucky says, wiping his nose again.
“Then again, if you’re sporting snot, I’m sure the rest of the school will follow,” Steve says, hoping he doesn’t sound as bitter as he feels.
Bucky shakes his head. “You don’t get it,” he says. “I’m not… It’s not like that.”
“That’s not what it looks from the outside,” Steve says, quiet.
Bucky gives him a little half-smile. “I’m just gonna tell you this because I feel like this abandoned teacher’s lounge is a safe, trustworthy space, okay? And because I feel like you won’t blab to a bunch of people, but everyone fuckin’ hates me.”
“Really?” Steve asks, deadpan.
Bucky nods. “It’s… Well, they may not think they hate me, but they do.”
“Please don’t tell me it’s because you’re too beautiful. If you do, I may scream,” Steve says and is rewarded when Bucky laughs.
“You’re spitfire,” he says. “Anyhow, I’m gay, and they’d fuckin’ hate me if they knew.”
There’s a long pause.
“You’re gay?” Steve asks.
Bucky nods, mouth flattening. “It feels real weird to say it out loud,” he admits.
Steve’s mouth drops. “I’m the first person you’ve told?” he asks, surprised.
Bucky shrugs. “I don’t got anyone to tell. My old man’s a homophobic asswipe who’d kick my ass if he knew, and it’s not like I’m gonna tell the guys on the football team that I like guys. They’d take turns kickin’ my ass and leave me a bloody lump on the field.”
Swallowing hard, Steve takes a seat close to Bucky’s. “That’s… a lot,” he says.
“I know,” Bucky says. “Which is why I feel justified to stay in this abandoned teacher’s lounge and cry for a bit, if you don’t mind.”
There’s a long pause.
“Can I eat my sandwich while you do so?”
Bucky snorts. “Sure,” he says. “Let’s live it up. Cheese sandwiches and tears, quite the couple.”
Steve shrugs. “I’ve seen worse,” he says, pulling his sandwich from his backpack and splitting it in half. “Want some?” he asks, holding it out to Bucky.
“Sure,” Bucky says, grabbing the sandwich and taking a huge bite.
“Hey,” Bucky says as the bell for sixth period rings.
“Yeah?” Steve says, packing his stuff up.
“Wanna do this again tomorrow? Maybe without the crying?”
Steve smiles. “Sure,” he says.
In a week, Bucky is letting Steve draw him.
In a month, Steve is letting Bucky kiss him.
In a year, they walk around their college campus hand-in-hand.
hi. well i must say that part 1 went down pretty well, you all seemed to love it which makes me extremely happy! currently i’m working on part 3 and considering that harry styles just rocked up to the airport in a pair of glasses and a shirt that says “women are smarter” i am going to have to write about that too so get seated loves! i hope you’s will enjoy part 2, it’s really really fluffy and you will cry if you are sensitive. even if you aren’t you will shed a tear or two bc harry’s amazing. ok i shall stop rambling. hope you’s enjoy, don’t forget to like and follow and i think there’s an option to turn on my post notifications as well so if you don’t wanna miss out on cute harry stuff i suggest you turn it on 😘 lotta love, xoxo -b
was around 12 pm when Harry and I finished our time in the gym that Harry
desperately wanted to visit. He said it tends to help with his hangover and I
knew about that because he’s done it before, I just didn’t think it helps. For
me at least.
Once we got back from our work out session we both
showered then got into something comfy to go and hang out in with the others.
Harry was wearing blue shorts with a grey shirt that
had an eagle on the front, white sunglasses and a yellow snapback.
I think it was safe to say that he looked stunning.
Gorgeous. Absolutely breath-taking. Beautiful.
You get the gist.
While he was literally shining I was looking like
trash next to him but I didn’t mind because his beauty was enough for me too.
“I lost count on how many times I’ve caught you
staring at me just since we got back from the gym,” Harry told me as he laughed.
We were sitting on the grass because we liked to make
a show of ourselves in front of other people. It was chill as we were both
having a glass of champagne, not minding one bit that we just got over our
That’s how you roll when you’re a wedding guest,
“Can you blame me?” I asked him as I brought my glass
up to my mouth and took a sip of my cold and bubbly drink. It felt good as it
slid down my throat into my stomach, the coolness of it giving me a refreshing
feeling for a little while. “You’re quite possibly the prettiest human being
“You compliment me too much. It should be the other
way round,” he shook his head which I saw from the corner of my eye. “Sometimes
I feel like our roles are reversed.”
“Don’t know,” he shrugged. Wow, thanks for helping me.
“I just do. But I don’t mind. It feels good to have someone like you beside me.
Giving me compliments when I feel down and stuff, always making sure I’m
grounded. I’m glad to have you.”
“You’re gonna make me cry, stop,” I laughed. As the words
left his lips I just suck all of them in which totally messed with my emotions.
He just had his own way of making me feel all these things and I will never be
able to explain just what he does to me. “You deserve it all, honestly.”
“How much do you wanna bet that you’ll be the one to
get down on one knee?”
“I’ll be getting down on two tonight,” I blurted out
which caused him to just look at me with a smirk on his lovely features.
“Y’know what I meant you cheeky girl,” he squeezed my
thigh, his hand eventually going more and more up. “I swear you got more
confident ever since we got together.”
“Ever Since New York.”
“Your song, silly boy.”
“Still don’t know what you’re saying.”
“You said I got more confident ever since we got together. But those are not the lyrics to your
“Oh,” he said. “Oh my godness, baby, really?”
“I’m a proud girlfriend. Did you know that by the way?
I’m proud of you. Like, super-duper proud.”
“Thank you,” he smiled and leaned closer, his lips
touching mine in a sweet, champagne flavoured kiss.
A small moan escaped from me as he massaged his soft
and tender lips against mine, his tongue slightly tracing over my upper lip
causing me to open my mouth. Soon enough our tongues were slapping together and
tasting each other, the familiar taste of the champagne rolling off of his
sweet lips and tongue made my head spin and body shake.
Our kiss started off totally innocent then ended up
quite heated. But I loved it. Every time Harry and I kissed I just fell in love
with him more and more.
The heated moment was interrupted when a ball was
thrown our way, our lips parting ways quickly with a smacking noise. My cheeks
were turning slightly pink as I licked my lips and turned my head where Harry
“Harry, play with me!” the little girl asked him, well, more like demanded then soon enough she ran away.
She was basically in love with Harry. Her name was
Lily one of the men’s daughters, only 5 years old if I remember correctly. She
was the cutest little girl I have seen in a long time; her neediness for
Harry’s attention reminded me a bit of myself.
I looked back to Harry who was laughing as he was
already staring at me with his eyes, licking his lips which caught my attention
His lips were pink, shiny and kissable. Whenever he
would talk I’d sometimes just zone out and admire his mouth, the way he forms
each word is just absolutely mesmerising to me.
Well, everything he does is mesmerising to me.
“Guess I better go and play,” he laughed before
pecking my lips softly. I put my hand on the side of his neck, biting into my
lower lip as I scanned over his face not missing one bit before seeing his
little side smirk appear alongside his dimples. “You’re literally obsessed with
me, aren’t you, pretty girl?”
“I just love you. I’m in love with you. Badly,” I told
him what he probably already knew. Wow I loved him so much I would jump off a
cliff for him if it meant he’ll be happy for the rest of his life and nothing
bad will happen to him.
“I love you so much,” he said as he pressed a kiss to
my forehead then got up to play with Lily.
And if I wasn’t an emotional mess before than I sure
as hell turned into one the moment they started to play.
Harry had his phone in one hand while his champagne
glass was in the other one and Lily was just chasing after him as he jogged in
front of her. Their laughter added to the vibe of the people who were already
talking and it made the atmosphere livelier and more welcoming to those who
only just got to where we were.
Moments later Harry gave me his phone as he continued
to play with the little girl. When he bopped her nose and she laughed then he
joined in as well my whole heart melted like a big block of butter in the hot
weather and I couldn’t stop the semi-loud “aw” rushing out of my mouth.
That was honestly the cutest fucking thing ever.
Lily was so small and Harry was so tall and gorgeous
and the way he just messed around with the little girl was so adorable and all
I wanted to do was get pregnant and give him a baby. I know I sound crazy but honestly.
He was so damn adorable I wanted to cry in happiness.
He was just the man of my dreams. No, wait, scratch that.
Harry was better than any man in any of my dreams
ever. Harry was something else.
He was better than anyone I have ever met, he raised
my expectations and standards to an unhealthily high bar and I almost felt
stuck up for it.
I loved him so much it was quite pathetic and indescribable;
he made me so happy I sometimes wondered what my life was like before I got to
“What are you thinking, pretty girl?” his voice was so
close to me I almost jumped out of my skin. I wasn’t expecting him to be next
to me but I guess my thoughts totally drowned me.
“Nothing much,” I answered finally as I looked up to
“Alright, if you say so,” he sat back down next to me,
pushing his sunglasses up so that they were resting on his head on top of his
snapback. “We have a dinner to attend tonight. Would you do me the honours of
being my date for it?”
“I would absolutely love that,” I told him smiling
which he returned. “You get tanned so easily I’ll have to get my game on.”
“You’re so fucking competitive,” he shook his head
“I am. Do you have a problem with that?” I asked back
“No just know that I will not let you win. I will be
tanner than you are by the time we are going home.”
“Is that what you think?” I raised one of my eyebrows,
challenging him. “Fifty quid when we get home?” I put my hand out, knowing full
well he’s gonna have to pay.
We’ve done this before when we were in LA and I was
twenty quid richer when we got back home. I had to raise the bar by thirty to
make some profit.
“Alrighty, miss,” he took my hand and shook it. “Fifty
quid right as we land at Heathrow.”
I winked at him, lifting up my new glass of champagne
and taking a sip. I can’t wait to spend that fifty quid on shit that I don’t even
Request: By anon! “May I request a oneshot where 40s boxer!Bucky’s girl is basically untouchable bc everyone is afraid of Bucky? Fluff and Bucky being a showoff pls :) “
A/N: Another request. I had a little trouble with this one, it just won’t come out as I really wanted it to! Despite this, I really hope you enjoy, nonnie!! Lots of love, please be sure to tell me what you think! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! <3
“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky”
The chant echoed in the large arena; his pink lips were curled up in a smirk as he bounced back and forth on his feet, his hands lifted, ready to strike his opponent. The glint of victory was already visible in his eyes as he took a threatening step forward and the opponent coward away instead of reciprocating. Another powerful wave of his name was chanted, and the thrill of winning soared through his body.
With quick work of his feet and a swing of his fist, it collided with the opponent’s jaw, and he went tumbling to the floor in a blink of an eye. The audience roared, and Bucky held up his hands, grinning widely out to everyone, who at that moment knew nothing else but his name.
His name was ringing in his ears when his eyes fell on the only two people he cared about: his girl and his best friend who were cheering proudly and his grin went even wider.
“And the winner is, to no one’s surprise, BUCKY,” the announcer cheered, bringing Bucky’s arm up in victory and the crowd went wild once again.
Could you do a smutty imagine where tom or peter are on the phone with hazy or tony and you’re giving him a blow job.
Over 1000 words of Tom smut. Hope you guys are happy
Tom pushed your shirt up further, pressing you further against the wall as his lips continued to trail down your neck. You felt him smirk as your fingers tangled in his hair, a guttural moan echoing around the room. You pulsed under his exploring hands, back curving in pleasure.
Prompt: Hi! Could I request something with Jughead? Like you’re best friends with him and a new girl comes into town and develops a liking for him. And everyone but him knows that you’ve liked him for so long. And your jealousy becomes evident to the point where you get super angry and almost punch/slap the girl when she flirts with him or tries to make a move but Jughead restrains you. And it ends in heated smut!! Thank you!
A/N: Changed it a bit like always! Not as much smut as you would have liked but hope you still enjoy!
Warnings: Implied smut? More like making out (Sorry this writer’s block is killing me and my vibes), Jealous Reader
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) : Playful. Myabe after a while you’d want to get dressed and finish some of the work you never had the chance to because of some unexpected events ;) but he has different plans “Don’t even think about leaving this bed, my Queen”; will shamelessly pick you up and and get you back on the bed then takle you with kisses.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) : The line that goes down your back. When you change your clothes he’d embrace you in a back hug and trace his finger up and down your back. It gets his mouth watering every time.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) : Likes the feeling of cumming inside you. He’d look you in the eyes, arms rested on his elbows as your lips part when you feel him filling you, and the sound of your moan would send him into oblivion.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) : Riding a horse with you in front of him always gets him super hard. All that movement and the closeness of your bodies tightly pressed to eachother and the friction he feels “Careful not to fall milady” that’s what he said, what his dick said was “You keep pushing back that ass on me, yas”.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): Is experienced, no need of explaning it. Knows exactly what he’s doing and does it very well ;)
F = Favourite Position (This goes without sayng. Will probably include a visual): Missionary for him is the most intimate one, because he can have a look at your beautiful face and lift your legs, put them on his shoulders if he wants to, or turn your leg to the side; generally likes it because it can be versatile and bcs of the closeness. + 69 is something he finds very fun and sexy! You have this playful competition in which after a while one of you always gets the other to throw their head back and moan the shit out of themselves.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) : Can be goody in bed, likes playfully slapping you on the ass and even biting it if he’s been eating you out after doggie style.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) : Has hair down there, though one time he saw you shaving and he was curious because of how smooth you were afterwards and he really liked it, so two nights after you found out that “You shaved?” - “Well I wanted to try it as well!”. So now if he’s not too lazy he’ll shave too, but only if he’s not too lazy.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): Is romantic with a hint of spiciness! Makes sure you feel like his Queen in and out of the sheets.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) : “I have something far better under my arm” - “Only if you’re good to me ;)” - “now wHEN was I not, woman?”
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) : It’s a game you two like two play: You like being the one on top once in a while, so he let you do what you want to him and you tied him up and straddled him, your flowly nightgown still on you. You were mercilessly teasing him, rubbing your wettness on his hard shaft “Take this dress off or I’ll tear it apart”- “Oh but you can’t my King, you’re still tied up”.
L = Location
(Favourite places to do the do): Right in front of the fireplace, laying naked on fur and blankets, feeling the heat of the dancing fire warm up your bodies, the light illuminating you; skin looking soft, glistening and golden, you were like Gods on Earth.
M = Motivation
(What turns them on, gets them going) : Pleasing his Queen turns him on more than anything. Showering you with love and affection. Being the one to make your hair messy, the one whose body glides on yours, the one to make you arch your back in ecstasy. That’s what get’s him going.
N = NO
(Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) : Manipulation and lack of personal opinion and drive. Robb loves people with fire in their hearth, ambitious, loving, not afraid to speak up when they have to. Someone who’s violating all of those values is a person he wants nothing to do with.
O = Oral
(Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) : Likes giving as much as he likes receiving. “I want to kiss your lips, but those between your hips” ;) (is cheesy and smug and he knows it!)
P = Pace
(Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) : Depends on the night, one night he’d go slow, he’d kiss you fom head to toe, will move his body slowly on yours, feeling every part of you on his skin; Other nights he’d crash on you like the waves of an angry sea, would bite your neck and shoulders, would leave some red handprints on your hips from gripping.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): If you two manage to sneak out somehow, then hell yes!
R = Risk
(Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) : Your wish is his command. If you want to try something new, he’d be more than happy to help ;)
S = Stamina
(How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) Lasts long enough so both of you you’d finish. There’s always room for self improvement.
T = Toy
(Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): Hasn’t used any toys before, won’t mind if you want to try some out! (Even on him!)
U = Unfair
(how much they like to tease) : Robb’s all about pleasing! But… he has this guilty pleasure of his and that would be gliding his dick on your slit a few times before going in; it always gets you so impatient because right when you think he’s going to do it and you move your hips up to meet his, he just pulls back!
V = Volume
(How loud they are, what sounds they make) : He’s a moaner, and pretty vocal, but his voice gets lower and deeper when he moans and it you just dig your nails deeper in the skin of his back, because Good Lord, that voice!
W = Wild Card
(Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) : Has very expressive and daring eyes & very often he lookes at you at those fancy dinners in a very very inappropriate way, and you perfectly know what it means.
X = X-Ray
(Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) : You never thought a man’s cock can be actually beautiful, but there lies the naked proof! And he has a really nice butt too, sometimes you slap him lightly on the ass when he walks around naked after sex. “Glad you like what you see then!”
Y = Yearning
(How high is their sex drive?) : He loves having sex, most of all he loves having sex with you, because it’s more than just sex, it’s fun and loving and playful and emotional! So he would have sex with you at almost any time. Though he’d love to cuddle you some more too!
Z = ZZZ
(… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) : Sometimes he won’t even go to sleep, he’d wait for you to fall asleep and then he’d finish whatever he had to do. Will glance at you quite oftenly, lips always curving up in a heart melting smile.
Description: After finally coming face to face with Jughead after six years you don’t get the reception you’d exactly wanted.
Word Count: 2162
A/N: I am sorry this is so long, omg. I tried to cut it down but I don’t want to rush straight into everything because I know personally I like seeing things progress and stuff, y’know. BUT ANYWAY. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think <3
It felt like time had come to a stand still as you stared across from each other. Six years. That’s how long it had been since you’d laid eyes on each other. By sheer coincidence you’d sat yourself down next to the person you’d been looking forward to seeing for all those years. He was so different yet the more you looked at him, the more you saw that he was still Jughead. He was still that boy that had made your childhood years the best they possibly could be. All you wanted to do was speak and say something but nothing came to mind. What were you even supposed to say to someone you hadn’t seen in six years? A simple hello definitely wouldn’t suffice. Thankfully for you Jughead was the first to speak up, his voice so quiet you barely caught it.
“You still have it,” he stated, his eyes locked back onto your necklace. Out of habit, your hand went to grip the little crown as you moved your gaze to glance at it too then back up to Jughead.
“Yeah. I… haven’t taken it since the day you gave me it.” Admitting that might have sounded really lame to some people but it meant the world to you. It was the one thing you had left to remind you of him and your past life in Riverdale.
For a moment you were sure you saw the hints of a smile forming on his face. He looked away from the necklace back up to you. “I never thought I’d see you again.”