whoa she actually looks a lot like my friend from high school

Reggie Mantle x Reader: Flower Power


A Reggie x Reader where the reader starts giving Reggie a flower each day and he’ll wear it in his hair and lots of fluff please?


A/N: This one was so cute to write, so I hope you guys enjoy. Also sorry for being a bit slow on uploading requests my cat likes to bother me while I write. Tomorrow I’m going to be busy, so don’t expect much tomorrow sorry. Also the reader will be a Lodge in this imagine and is moving in to Riverdale with her family after what her dad did.

Words: 1207

Summary: Reader is new to Riverdale and she hears all these rumors about Reggie Mantle from her sisters (Veronica) friend Betty, but she believes in goodness in everyone even Reggie.

Spoilers: N/A

Warnings: Reggie and Reader cuteness overload.

Moving was hard, moving away from all your friends and everything you’ve even known and starting from scratch was harder. Your mother Hermione always talked fondly about her time at Riverdale. She and your father grew up there and since your mother had some property there, you were now moving from the radiant awake city that was New York.

What made it easier was your sister Veronica, she was the more stylish one, and you were only a few months apart. She was your partner in crime, you don’t think you could survive without her.

You moved into Riverdale in the middle of the downpour. The chaos of a murderer on the loose and the beloved quarterback Jason Blossom life came to sad end.

Veronica made friends with a sweet girl named Betty in the summer and Betty introduced you to her friends. Kevin had no filter which you loved, Archie was complicated (but he was good at music and hoped to join the football team when school started a bit of a cliché). Jughead Jones the Third he claimed, was a bit of a mystery, but a great writer.

One day you were all hanging out in the park, when you saw him alone with his dog.

“Who’s that?” you interrupted the conversation and pointed at the tall figure with luscious black hair.

“That’s Reggie Mantle” Kevin answered.

“Reggie” you cheered and Veronica gave you a smirk.

“He’s kind of a player (Y/N)” Betty chimed in.

“So is Veronica, that doesn’t mean I can hate and judge my sister” you chuckled as she gave you a nudge in the shoulder as the group laughed.

“He’s also a bully” Jughead spoke while typing away on his laptop.

“Sorry that he bullies you, but bullies do have a reason for bullying even if it’s not the best argument, they have a reason” you reasoned.

“Why’d you think he bullies me?” Jughead retorted as he lifted his eyebrow.

“Oh, just a hunch” you replied with a smile on your face “I’ll be back” you shared with them as you stood up from the bench and walked towards Reggie, not wanting to be empty handed you picked up a daisy from the grass.

“Cute dog, does it have a name?” you gestured at Reggie.

“Vader” he answered as you reached your hand out to give him the daisy as he gave you a puzzled look.

“I come in peace” you reassured as you placed the small flower on his right ear.

“My name is (Y/N)” you pointed out as Vader was running after his tail.

“Reggie, you new around here?” he questioned as he fixed the daisy in his ear.

“That obvious, or is it the fact that in small towns everybody knows everybody” you chuckled.

“Well that, and you’re talking to me” he implied with a small smile.

“Well, I don’t know you and if I listened to what everyone had to say I could miss out on some great things” you claimed with a smile on your face and he chuckled.

You and Reggie actually became great friends. He confided in you on things he’d never say to anyone, you would even go jogging together every morning and you made sure to always have a flower for him, and he always sweetly placed it in his ear. He also promised to leave Jughead alone.

Tomorrow was going to be your first day at Riverdale High. Your mother, Veronica and you occupied the dinner table as Smithers brought you your food.

“So mija” your mother spoke “I heard you have been hanging out with Reggie Mantle a lot” your mother directed at you.

“Yeah, I have, he’s a really great guy” you claimed.

“Rumor has it-” your mother was cut off by you.

“Rumor has it what?! Mom, I cannot stand it when people label people before getting to know them. We are who are, not what people say we are. I am not a corrupt money taker like people claim because of my father’s mistake. Reggie is who he is, he shows a different side to the world and it is a privilege to know the real Reggie. Besides he just lost a friend to a murderer on the loose in your beloved Riverdale mom. I don’t want to hear any more of this.” You ranted and dropped your fork, now at a loss in your appetite because of your mother.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), I- I was out of line, and you are so correct” your mother concluded and Ronnie took your hand in hers.

The school day was about to start and Betty was assigned to show you and Veronica around. Betty pointed you to your first class as you scanned the hallways for Reggie to give him his flower of the day.

“Do you really think he’ll take your flower in front of the whole school and his neanderthals?” Ronnie questioned you as Betty gave you a small smile.

“If he doesn’t, then you were all right. I wasted my time getting to know a great guy who was too scared to show his true self to the world, and I’ll never speak to him again.” You proclaimed.

You left Betty and Veronica and made your way to Reggie who was at his locker with his posse.

“Hey Reg” you spoke up a bit nervous because you were really hoping he wouldn’t turn you down because you enjoyed hanging out with him.

“Hey (Y/N)” Reggie turned away from his posse.

“Hmm, you’re wearing a cap” you gave him a sad smile.

“That’s okay” he answered with a chuckle as he placed the flower on the hole of his snapback.

You couldn’t help but place a huge smile on your face as he showed of his flower of the day for all the school to see.

Later you were home alone your mom was working at Pops and Veronica was trying out for the River Vixens with Betty, since Smithers had just stepped and you jumped when you heard the doorbell ring.

A bit scared since you were binge watching Criminal Minds and there was a murderer on the lose you grabbed a bat and opened the door.

“Whoa! (Y/N) you can but the bat down it’s just me” Reggie removed the bat from your hands and dropped it as you let him in.

“What you got there?” you cheered at the bouquet of flowers Reggie had in his hands.

“Um” Reggie scratched his head as he still had his flower of the day on his forehead clinging from the snapback “I- I was hoping you would accompany me to the homecoming dance this Friday” he confessed as you took the bouquet.

“Oh my god” you gasped at the bouquet.

“Yeah um it has every single flower you have given me” he concluded as you pulled him into a hug.

As soon as he let go you planted a kiss on his soft lips and mentally thanked the universe for letting him into your life no matter what anyone said.

“So that’s a yes” Reggie cheered as you both let go.

“For you, a thousand times over (This is a quote from The Kite Runner)” you smiled.

Tag: @sgarrett49 @oharchiekinz 

Archie Andrews Soulmate!AU


Request: aa can you do a soulmate au with archie wherein all you see is black and white until you touch your soulmate? like he bumps into you in the hallway or something and color just blooms before your eyes?? i dunno of that makes sense or not but your writing it great!! <3

Summary: (a Soulmate!AU) [In a black and white world where you find your soulmate when you touch for the first time. After your skin touches theirs, the two people can see each other in color, later on expanding into seeing the whole world in color.] Y/n has just moved to Riverdale and is starting her first day at Riverdale High. Will today be the day where she’ll find the one she’s been looking for?

Word Count: 1804

a/n: First of all lmao the summary I just wrote for this was so cheesy I apologize. I had fun writing this so I hope you have fun reading it but if not sorry I suck. I’m posting it without editing it so if you see any mistakes I promise I’ll fix them tomorrow I’m just currently being lazy. Don’t forget to request!


You heard it happened to another girl from your old school last week. She’d been visiting family in another town when it happened. You heard it happened like some sort of rom-com. Apparently, she’d dropped her wallet and he’d tapped on her shoulder to return it to her. She turned and saw him, like actually saw him, in color. You’d heard it a billion times. When you touch the right person for the first time, you finally start to see in color. At first, it’s just them you see in color, everything else stays black and white, but after a while you can see everything. Something in you goes right with something in them and the rest is history.

It was hard to even conceptualize. You’d lived your whole life seeing black and white, what did it even mean to see in color. They compared it to The Wizard of Oz, like seeing in Technicolor. Before you touch them is like Dorothy in Kansas, but after was like when she went over the rainbow to Munchkinland. People who could see it had tried to explain it to you many times before, but they always ended up saying it was impossible to explain to someone who couldn’t see it; you’d see one day. But what if you didn’t? There were people who lived their whole lives and dies still seeing black and white. Maybe you would be one of those people.

You felt stupid even thinking about it. You were only in high school after all. There were people who didn’t see their person until they were 30, people who didn’t see their person until they were 60! Why were you so anxious?

You knew you didn’t need another person to survive or anything, you could take care of yourself. It’s just the thought of spending your whole life by yourself sounded pretty unappetizing. Even though so many people hadn’t found their person yet you couldn’t help the feeling like you were late. You knew a couple that had seen each other since second grade. You were patient, but you just wanted to know what you were missing.

Your first day at a new school. You’d moved into your new house in Riverdale a couple days ago, and it seemed like a nice town. All the people you’d met seemed welcoming enough and your room was bigger than in your old house. You hadn’t moved here to find your person or anything, your mom’s job had a great opportunity here for her, but you thought maybe this would be that place where it would happen. You didn’t want to get your hopes up… but what if?

You pulled up into a spot on the far side of the parking lot at Riverdale High. You took a deep breath before ripping the band-aid off and opening the car door, making you way toward the entrance. Various other students were laughing and talking with their friends. To say you were nervous would be to say that Mount Everest was a bit of a hike: a huge understatement. It was the first day back from summer, but you’d never been the new kid before. You didn’t know a soul.

You’d been to the office once before over the weekend to register for classes so you found your way there relatively easily once you got inside. You walked into the bustling office and tried to avoid getting hit by a receptionist who at that speed could have easily passed for a linebacker. You hesitantly approached a woman behind a desk who looked busy, but at least noticeably less busy than everyone else. She was typing up something with a level of ferocity that had to be breaking some sort of record. You waited uncomfortably for her to finish what she was doing and notice you standing in front of her. Was she going to finish?

After half a minute and a few final loud smacks on her keyboard, she pushed up her glasses and looked up at you with a weary but genuine smile. “Can I help you with something, honey?”

“Oh, yeah,” you said fumbling through the front pocket of your backpack for the right paper. “Here it is.” You slid the paper to her with your name and information they had given you when you’d registered. “I’m new.”

Her eyes scanned the paper and she turned to grab something from behind the desk. She turned back to you and passed a piece of paper to you. “So, this is your schedule. The school is a bit of a maze so let me see if I can find someone…” She looked around the office and her eyes landed on someone. “Aha!” You followed her line of sight and saw a boy with his arms full of books walking toward the door. You strained your neck to see his face but he was turned away.  “Mr. Andrews?!” The boy stopped in his tracks and swiveled around in search for the source of his name. Whoa. The receptionist waved him over and he made his way over to you.

You had tried your whole life not to think about the boys you met too much so you wouldn’t get too attached to them only for them to see someone else. But boy, oh boy, he was kind of a babe.

“Mr. Andrews, she doesn’t know her way around the school yet; Could you show her to her to her first class?”

He glanced quickly at you then back to the receptionist, “Oh, yeah. No problem!”

You smiled graciously at the receptionist and she turned back to her work.

“So we’re going to…” He looked over the schedule and mumbled to himself. “Ah, cool.” He looked up at you and smiled. “That’s not far at all.” You could feel your heart flutter. He started walking down the hall way and you stayed by his side, a couple inches away. “I would shake your hand but I don’t really have a free one at the moment,” he said nodding down to the comically large pile of books he was carrying. “I’m not trying to be rude, I promise.”

“No, don’t even worry about it.” You replied. Secretly though, you were kind of upset you couldn’t shake his hand. You wanted to touch him for a second, just to rule him out as your person. Now you were going to be thinking about him all day.

“So, are you a freshman? Or just new?” he asked while maneuvering through the populated hallway.

“Just new. My mom got a promotion so we moved to Riverdale last week. I’m actually a sophomore.” You explained. You had a feeling you would have to be telling this story pretty frequently in the near future.

“Oh, hey, cool! I’m a sophomore too! Maybe we’ll have classed together and stuff.” He said with a hint of excitement. You didn’t even know why you were getting your hopes up. For all you know he had already seen his person.

“I hope so. So far you’re the only person I’ve met at this school. It would be nice to have a familiar face in a class or two.” You tried to keep the sound of desperation in your voice to a minimum.

He stopped in front of a classroom on the right side of the hallway, “Well, here we are.”

You didn’t want to leave yet, but you knew you had to. “Thank you so much for helping me out, by the way.

He smiled and turned to face you, backing away in the opposite direction “Yeah, maybe I’ll see you around later?” It only hit you then that you didn’t know his first name. And he didn’t know your name either. You opened your mouth to speak, some guy rammed into him, knocking down all his books and making him fall right onto you.

The guy looked at the pile up he’d caused, “Oh, sorry dude,” and walked away.

“I’m so sorry,” he said lifting himself off you and turning to pick up his books without looking at you.

You looked down at your backpack and fixed everything that was misplaced. “It wasn’t your fault,” you comforted without looking up. “It was that stupid guy, he came out of nowhere.”

It was then that you looked up at him, and it happened. You could see him. You, quite literally, could not believe your eyes. You could see the way he really looked, with all the colors that belonged to him. He looked even more beautiful that you had thought. His hair was bright – you didn’t know what everyone else’s hair looked like, or what color to call his, but you knew it was special. You could see the blush in his cheeks as he fumbled with his books, you hadn’t known what blushing really looked like. You could see him, and for now, only him.

He still hadn’t looked up from the books. An overwhelming feeling of fear washed over you. What if he didn’t see you in color back? That happened sometimes. What if it happened to you? You looked at him and you wanted to say something, to ask him, but nothing could come out.

“Hey,” he said, “I just realized that I never got to ask you–” He glanced up and you and back down before he knew what he had seen. He froze, calculating in his head. He slowly turned his head up to face you. He didn’t say anything, he just looked at you and for a while, you just looked back.

You broke the silence, “Can, can you see me? In color?”

He nodded his head yes but remained silent. You could see his eyes scanning all over you, looking like it was the first time he had his eyes, because it kind of was.

With wide eyes he darted his to yours, realizing, “What did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t,” you laughed lightly.

“Well can you? Please?” He laughed back.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Y/n,” he said more to himself than to you, like he was feeling how it felt on him. “I’m Archie.”

“It’s a real pleasure to meet you Archie.”

“So… we’re…?”

“I guess so,” You were in as much shock as he was. This was definitely not how you had expected your first day at Riverdale High to start, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

“Do you want to get out of here? We can talk and stuff,” he asked standing up.

“There is nothing more I want in the world.” You reached out your hand and he pulled you up. You walked right out the school and onto the street abandoning all the papers and books. You had more important things to do. You were finally seeing in Technicolor.

She's Not You [j.j.]

Jughead x reader in which she acts completely normal.


(Y/N) (L/N) liked Jughead Jones. That was a fact.

Jughead Jones liked Betty Cooper. That was also a fact.

Another (very) known fact was that Betty Cooper liked Archie Andrews, yet Archie liked Valerie Brown.

It was a huge mess and there was no way to fix it.


“Are you ever going to tell him you like him?”

(Y/N) looked up from her book to see Kevin Keller and Veronica Lodge slide into the booth she was sitting in. “No.”

“But why?” complained Veronica. She was the biggest (Y/N)/Jughead shipper there was.

“Because he likes Betty,” (Y/N) replied smoothly. “I’m not gonna waste my time.”

“Oh c’mon,” Kevin exclaimed. “That boy is taken with you, he just hasn’t realized it yet.”

“And he probably never will. I’m completely happy just being friends with him Keller, I’m not going to jeopardize that friendship because of my feelings.”

“Whatever (Y/N),” Veronica scoffed. “But he’s going to find out sooner or later.”

The trio of friends turned to the door when they heard the jingling of a bell, alerting the patrons in Pop’s that someone had entered. Jughead looked around the diner, his eyes settling on the (H/C) girl and making his way over.

“Hey guys,” he greeted. “What are we talking about?”

“Oh nothing,” Veronica said.

“Yeah, we were just leaving,” Kevin added as they both got up from their seats.  “Remember what we talked about (Y/N/N)!”

You simply nodded as you waved at them, too engrossed in your book to notice the looks they exchanged with each other.

“So, what were you talking about?” Jughead asked as he sat next to you.

(Y/N) looked up at him and gave him a smile, “Don’t worry about it.”


Jughead couldn’t help but worry. He was too curious for his own good, everybody knew that. He wanted to know what his best friend had been talking about with Veronica and Kevin before he had arrived, but she wasn’t telling.

He followed her around for the whole week, bugging and begging her to tell him. She’d always laugh and give him a ridiculous response.

“We were talking about how my cat got diabetes.”

“Veronica was telling me that Reggie is actually very gay for Chuck.”

“Kevin and Veronica were trying to convince me to go skinny dipping in the river with them.”

Jughead was pretty tired of her excuses.


Later that week, Jughead had managed to corner Veronica in the hallway and was pestering her trying to figure out the topic of the conversation Pop’s.

“Fine!” Veronica cried out in exasperation. Noticing that (Y/N) was rounding the corner and approaching them, the Lodge girl quickly came up with a plan. Pushing Jughead into an empty classroom next to them, she motioned for him to stay put. Curious, Jughead decided to listen to her and watched as (Y/N) was stopped by Veronica.

“So (Y/N), I assume you’re on your way to meet Jughead at Pop’s?” Veronica had a sly smile on her face.

“Of course not,” (Y/N) replied. “Why follow my daily schedule when I can be spontaneous.”

Noticing the heavy sarcasm in her tone, Veronica gave her an irritated look. “Well little Miss Sarcasm, sorry for asking.”

The (H/C) haired girl flashed a smile at Veronica, “Where else would I be going Ronnie?”

Jughead smiled at his best friends words. It was indeed a daily ritual to sit at Pop’s until closing time every day, just enjoying each others company as they drank some milkshakes.

“So have you thought about what we told you?”

Jughead was snapped out of his thoughts by Veronica’s question. ‘What is she talking about?’ he though to himself.

“Yeah, I have actually,” he heard (Y/N) reply. “I’m not doing it.”

“You have to,” Veronica said.

“No Ronnie, I am not telling my best friend that I like him!”

Jughead felt his breathing stop. (Y/N) liked him? His (Y/N)? He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice (Y/N) and Veronica walking away. He quickly gathered his thoughts and rushed off to Pop’s, determined to get some answers from his best friend.

“You’re late,” (Y/N) said, not looking up from her book as Jughead approached her booth.

“Yeah, I got caught up with some stuff for the Blue & Gold. Betty needed my help,” Jughead mentally cursed himself for his shitty excuse. (Y/N) simply looked up at him over her book, raising an eyebrow at him, before going back to her story.

Jughead didn’t know what to do. He wanted to ask her about what she had said to Veronica back at school but he couldn’t seem to find the words to speak.

“You alright there Juggie?” (Y/N) asked. “You seem very conflicted.”

“Do you like me?” Jughead blurted out. He mentally face palmed. ‘Way to be subtle’ he mentally reprimanded himself.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened briefly before going back to her book. “Dammit Ronnie,” she muttered under her breath.

“So it’s true?” Jughead asked nervously.

“Yeah,” (Y/N) replied nonchalantly, still reading.

“I’m sorry (Y/N). I really am, but I like Betty,” Jughead’s voice almost trailed off at the end as he braced himself for her reaction. He didn’t know what she’d do. He was expecting anger, sadness, a melancholic response. He got none of those.

“Ok,” the girl simply replied. Jughead’s head shot up.

“I’m sorry (Y/N/N), I truly am.”

(Y/N) finally looked up at him, setting her book down after she marked her page.

“Why?” she questioned. Jughead looked at her in confusion.

“Why are you sorry Juggie?” she said. “I knew you liked Betty. That’s why I didn’t say anything”

“Yeah but, it’s just that you like me, and I uh- I feel really bad and uh…” Jughead stumbled over his words, not knowing how to reply.

His best friend leaned back in her seat and chuckled. “Juggie. You have no reason to be sorry. We can’t control our feelings. I like you, you like Betty, that’s the way it is. We can’t change it.”

“Yeah, but I feel kind of shitty,” Jughead breathed.

“Don’t,” his best friend replied. “Just because you don’t like me back doesn’t mean we’re not friends Jug. You’re my best friend, and our friendship is more important than some stupid feelings.”

And with those words, Jughead felt reassured as they ordered their milkshakes, drinking the night away, knowing that their friendship wasn’t ruined.


“You have to come along guys!” Veronica exclaimed. “Last time it was only me, Josie, Kevin, and Reggie but we all need a stress reliever.”

It was a Friday, and Veronica was trying to get her friends to go clubbing with her. Reluctantly, and with a lot of encouragement, they all agreed. Even Jughead.

It was eight at night when they all stepped into the club. Veronica, fearless and confident, dragged Josie and Kevin off to dance,with Archie tagging along. (Y/N) chose to sit down for awhile and Jughead and Betty joined her. (Y/N) felt really out of place as Betty and Jughead struck up a conversation and she decided to wander around. Just as she got up, she bumped into Reggie (who she had forgotten was there to be honest) and stumbled. She felt hands wrap around her waist as she put her hands out to steady herself.

“Whoa there,” Reggie said, smirking. “Don’t go falling for me (Y/N)”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but groan and chuckle at his lame pick-up line. Her and Reggie had once been friends, best friends actually, up until high school. He had instantly become popular and she hadn’t. They had simply grown apart.

“I had honestly forgotten you had come,” the girl stated.

“You wound me (Y/N/N),” Reggie smiled, placing a hand upon his heart. “And here I was thinking that you loved me.”

“Yea yea, long time no see huh?” the girl replied.

“Yeah,” Reggie muttered awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I miss our friendship and I’m honestly sorry that we stopped talking.”

“Buy me a milkshake and you’ll be forgiven,” (Y/N) told him.

“Deal,” Reggie said. “Let’s go.”

“What? Now?”

“Yea, we have a lot of catching up to do.”


“Jug, why is (Y/N) leaving with Reggie?” Betty questioned.

Snapping his head to look for his best friend, Jughead immediately stood up and walked over to the pair that was making their way out of the club.

“(Y/N/N)!” Jughead called out. The pair stopped and turned around. “Where are you going?”

“Oh, Reggie here is gonna buy me milkshakes,” (Y/N) answered happily.

“Uh, I believe I said one  milkshake,” Reggie said in a teasing tone, bumping his shoulder against the girl’s.

“Uh, I believe I never said how many milkshakes you owe me,” (Y/N) shot back in an equally teasing tone. Jughead looked back and forth between them, an uneasy feeling creeping up on him.

“Yeah, okay,” he mumbled. “See you around I guess.”

(Y/N) frowned slightly at his response before being pulled away by Reggie, the smile reappearing on her face. Jughead made his way back to Betty.


“…and then we also have to start working on next week’s spread,” Betty said as Jughead glanced at the club’s entrance.

“And I also kissed Veronica at cheer tryouts,” Betty said, trying to get Jughead’s attention.

“Uh huh,” Jughead replied absentmindedly, still looking at the entrance.

“And I also found a unicorn and named it Sparkles. He’s currently in my attic.”

“Yeah, that sounds great Betty.”

“Jughead!” Betty shouted. He turned to her, nearly knocking over his drink.

“Go after her Juggie,” Betty said. “I know you’re worried.”

“It’s just…its Reggie,” Jughead started. “I don’t know why she left with him.”

“Well, they are friends,” Betty replied. “Go Jughead. We all know you like her. Go after her.”

Jughead looked at her in surprise. “You think I like her?”

“Jug,” she said. “I know you like her. We all do.”

“But I like you,” he mumbled, surprised when Betty giggled.

“That’s sweet Jug, really, but come on, you really don’t like her? She’s in love with you y’know. She always has been.”

“I know…” Jughead trailed off.

“Go talk to her,” Betty encouraged,

Jughead left the club.


As he approached Pop’s, Jughead couldn’t feel the small pang of jealously that he felt as he saw (Y/N) sitting at their usual booth with Reggie, as they both drank a milkshake. He watched as she tilted her head back, laughing as Reggie told her a story, gesticulating wildly with his hands.

He couldn’t help but think over Betty’s words. Yes, he always did think that (Y/N) was beautiful, and yes, he always did love receiving a hug from her. But that was normal with best friends…right?

But as he stood outside, watching (Y/N) sitting at their booth with Reggie Mantle, he couldn’t help but agree with Betty. He definitely felt something for his best friend. He always had, he had just ignored those feelings. He wouldn’t have left Betty if he didn’t feel something for (Y/N).

He watched as (Y/N)’s gaze traveled to the window, spotting him and instantly smiling at him. Reggie’s eyes followed soon after and he got up/ Jughead watched as he gave (Y/N) a quick hug and paid for their milkshakes before leaving the diner.

“Don’t fuck this up freak,” Reggie muttered as he passed Jughead. Reggie was right, Jughead couldn’t mess any of this up.

He made his way inside and took his usual seat next to (Y/n).

“What are you doing here Jug? You were having such a nice time at the club with Betty!” the (H/C) girl exclaimed.

Gathering up all the courage he had, Jughead quietly replied, “But she’s not you.”

(Y/N) froze before looking up at Jughead. “What?”

“She’s not you (Y/N),” Jughead continued, feeling confident. He had nothing to lose and he knew that she liked him back. “Betty’s great and all, but she’s not you. You’re the one that’s always been there for me. You helped me after my dad went off the rails and mom left with Jellybean. You were there to support me when I began my novel and you were there for me when the drive-in closed down. You offered me a place to stay when I had nothing. It’s always been you (Y/N),I just never thought that we could be anything more than friends.”

(Y/N) threw her head back and laughed. “Oh Juggie. Of course I’ve always been there for you. You’re my best friend. I love you.”

“Go out with me? Please,” Jughead awaited her reply.

Smiling up at him, (Y/N) replied, “This can be our first date Jug.”

Jughead smiled at her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into him. And they spent their night there, like they usually did, just talking and sharing milkshakes. Only now, things had changed. They were happy, and it was quite obvious to anyone who saw them sitting together, exchanging shy kisses as the night dragged on.

“I love you too (Y/N/N).”


I really needed to write this and I’m sorry. Time Waster pt. 5 will be up by the weekend (I swear) and all requests will be done by the end of this week too (probably) sorry about the delays!! Science competitions are pretty brutal.

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What the Hell is a Stiles?

Sterek, T, 2K, Blind Date AU

Saw the prompt from this post that someone reblogged. (Take a look at the list, there are so many good ideas!)

Our mutual friend set us up on a blind date and I thought I’d hate it but you’re actually… kind of funny? But because I expected to hate it in no way am I going to let you change my mind just because you’re gorgeous and funny and intelligent oh no my friend is not winning this

“No,” Derek says easily, without even looking up from his book. Erica groans and flops into the chair opposite him, nearly upsetting his mug of hot chocolate.

“Seriously?” she says, bracing both elbows on the table and leaning toward him. “At least hear me out.”


“He’s cute, Der! I think you’d really like him.”

“Absolutely not. You have a terrible track record with set-ups.”

Erica has the decency to wince, at least, and drop her gaze from Derek’s. “But you’re a catch, Der, and you deserve someone who can make you happy. And since you don’t want to date me—”

“You don’t want to date me, either,” he reminds her, but she just rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, whatever. But seriously. You’re great.”

“I thought I was grumpy and terrible with people?” he asks, parroting her words from after the last failed date, and she huffs.

“Please?” she wheedles, poking her lower lips out a bit. “For me. If it goes badly, I’ll never try to set you up again.”

Derek sighs. Fuck.

His facial expressions must be more transparent than he thinks because Erica’s eyes light up. “Oh my god, you’re gonna say yes.”

Derek scowls at her. “Just coffee,” he says firmly. At least that way, he can get it in a to-go cup and make a neat escape after five minutes if he needs to. “No dinner, no movie, no activities.”

“Fine,” she says quickly, digging in her jeans pocket for her phone. “You got it.”

“This is not gonna end well,” he warns her, but she just waves her hand without looking up from her phone.

“Have some faith, Der,” she says, patting him on the hand absently while she pushes her chair back and stands up. “I can’t wait to tell Stiles.”

Derek blinks, watching Erica walk away. 

“Wait, what the hell is a Stiles?” he calls after her.

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A Guide to 19 Days and Recap

Whether you’re new to 19 Days and are having trouble understanding it or you’ve been through the whole process of waiting in agony for the next update and have forgotten how the story is set up, here’s a helpful guide to just that. I don’t guarantee that I’m 100% correct. I may be interpreting the cues incorrectly.

Warning: This is gonna be LONG.

We start chapters 1-54 all condensed into one file. These are either official art or little comics about what seem to be our kids in the future.

Our story actually begins on chapter 42, in the present. A bloody Jian Yi suddenly shows up in front of Zhan Zheng Xi.

According to what Xixi says in the next couple of chapters, Jian Yi disappeared on the second day of high school. (RIP Me. I died re-reading “He was my best friend at the time.”) The way Xixi says it makes it seem as if this is way after Xixi graduated(”Oh right, where did you disappear to when I was in high school?”), maybe university. (Might just be a mistake in translation, though.)

Apparently, Jian Yi still has to do the homework he missed throughout the years or something. (Ch. 47)

A couple more future/present comics and then we finally start “The Flashback™”on chapter 50. (Whoops forgot to mention the days of the week.)

We start this day with a sweet and funny premise. Nothing is going wrong, we are laughing and absolutely adoring this slice-of-life manhua…. (Little did we know it would later tear our hearts apart.)

We are introduced to these middle-schoolers, their relationship, and their school life(lmao everyone thinks they’re queer) in Day One, which goes on until chapter 56(Maybe?). (Thursday/Friday?)

(We are interrupted in Day One by the one shot.)

We continue to follow their daily school life. Day Two is a PE day (ugh) and spans from chapter 57(probably) to chapter 66. (Friday/Saturday)

During this second day, Xixi becomes increasingly aware of how intimate Jian Yi and he really are(by the reactions of his peers).

I’d like to mention that I am not completely 100% convinced that Day One and Day two aren’t just one single day, but arranged weirdly…. but for the sake of this guide, we’ll treat them as two separate days.

Okay the start of Day Three. “Yesterday” Xixi invited Jian Yi over to play video games. (Saturday/Sunday)

We interrupt your flashback to bring you “The Future™” Christmas Special!

Okay, we’re back. The Third Day spans from Ch 67 to Ch 97. We get a good laugh but we also learn a lot of things, like how adorable they were when they were kids. We also at first see that Jian Yi seems to have the hots for his best friend, but in that same day we learn that he doesn’t just have a crush on Xixi, he actually holds strong feelings of love for his best friend. So we are starting to see some back story(flashback in a flashback?) and character development, and also something weird with Jian Yi: he’s a lonely child.


Alright Day Four (Five? The weekend passed, but we didn’t see Sunday.) begins on chapter 98 and ends on chapter 114. (Monday)

WE MEET HE TIAN. (He used to smile so much wtf. Now he only smirks like he wants to eat you when you let your guard down.)

We also see another flashback of baby Jian Yi, his mother, and possibly his father?

Okay I just noticed He Tian knew from the start Jian Yi liked Xixi lmao.


WHAT WAS HE GONNA SAY?! Okay Day Four - End.


Okay Day Five begins with He Tian, so you know, in case you were wondering, this story isn’t exclusive to the two bestfriends (as we learned along the way). (Tuesday)

Day Five spans from chapter 115 to chapter 130 and it is THE FIGHT DAY™. Shit goes down in this day, the manga takes an unexpected turn, the fandom is confused but also intrigued and heart broken(the start of Old Xian’s tyranny on our feelings).

We see how He Tian seems to have feelings towards Jian Yi, and in the same day, we are introduced to *drumroll* MO. GUAN. SHAN.(But we don’t know his name yet so it’s Redhead for a couple of chapters.) Coincidence? I THINK NOT.

We also are introduced to bracelet dude (She Li) who repeats Jian Yi’s name rather ominously….

Shit is about to go DOWN.

K.O. Okay, NOBODY liked Redhead, I’ve had people say “I always loved Redhead from the beginning.” Like, mmm okay, so you hated Zhan Zheng Xi or something, like aha sure. LIES. Everybody hated Redhead for hurting our precious son.


The start of Mo Guan Shan’s misery.

ALRIGHT. Day Six! aka… THE STORM™ On this day, we have our hearts ripped out :) (Wednesday)

Ch. 131-144

As you can see, things are getting progressively more interesting and heavy with drama. Not just a slice-of-life anymore. RIP my heart.

Why yes, Jian Yi, he HAS been trained before. By one of your father’s henchmen, which just SO HAPPENS TO BE HIS OLDER BROTHER. But we don’t know that yet ;)

This is why Day Six is called The Storm, btw. It rains on the day everything goes down.

OBLITERATED. This is when I started feeling bad for Mo Guan Shan and disliking He Tian.

Ya, no. Those who say “He just didn’t know how to express his love!”

Look at this panel and tell me that to my face. YOU DON’T HIT THE ONES YOU LOVE.

Needless to say, I do acknowledge that He Tian did indeed start to have feelings for Redhead, but not at this moment.

Day Six is also known as The Kiss (One). Or “The Day We All Freaked Out Waiting For The Next Update.” Also “The Day We Weren’t Prepared For What Was Coming.”


We interrupt your suffering for a CHRISTMAS SPECIAL.

I guess these guys are main guys now. Day Six - End.


Ch. 145-170

Shit is over, the fandom has cried, Jian Yi has cried. BUT NO ONE IS ADDRESSING THE KISS. The fandom is frustrated that Jian Yi keeps avoiding talking about it. C’mon Jian Yi WE WANT YOU TO HEAL.

On this schoolday, we learn He Tian is nasty, Redhead’s dad is in prison, and Zhan Xixi wants to know what is going on with Jian Yi…. and then gets embarrassed when Jian Yi tells him. Oh also, Xixi casually rejects a girl and then gets eaten by a radish.


Among other things.

The time we hated the little sister.

(I want to put so many pictures cuz honestly every chapter is great but then this would take like five hours to read haha. JUST GO REREAD THE SERIES.)


#Redhead Defense Squad 2k16 (remember that?)

Harassment continues…… but THIS is the moment when He Tian decides, “Ah, yes, I just harassed this dude, time to make him my friend. I don’t know how, but I’m sure it’ll all work out.”


Zhan Xixi carrying Jian Yi like a sack of potatoes is my aesthetic.

Oh, right, things get dangerous on Day Seven.

Just Hit Me With All The Transport Vehicles You Can Think Of.

I died already.

And so ends Day Seven.

NOW. It’s a new day. It’s Day Eight. AKA THE KISS(Two). AKA HE TIAN WHY???? Literally Mo was JUST starting to possibly want to be your friend and you had to go jack up. (Friday)

Ch. 171-181

On this day we learn:

Gossipy boys will have shrinking dicks.” -Jian Yi, 2016

Mo GUaN ShAN is his name! Also, he likes to stick sunflower seeds on the windows.

Don’t Close Mountain 2k16

Okay this day is totally more focused on Mo Guan Shan. We see a new side of him that we didn’t know of before. A mature side. Legitimately just tired after the kiss. Confused, very frustrated that someone would take advantage of him like that, but he also doesn’t hate He Tian, despite all the shit he’s done to him. That’s how nice Mo is. And then he’s faced with an important decision.

We meet She Li, who sucks ass as of right now (don’t know if he will have a redemption arc) but seemingly likes Jian Yi’s healthy skin.

RIP Mo’s Sandwich.

He was STARING at you because he READ YOUR NOTE and was gonna be all “Okay whatever I’ll cook for you again. Can’t you just ask like a normal human?”

Asks the guy who only knows this dude for THREE days and then pulls a stunt like that. I FEEL NO SYMPATHY FOR YOU HE TIAN.


In case you were doubting it, this is a manga focusing on gansters and how they fuck up other’s lives.

Slice-of-life my butthole.

The moment I fell in love with Mo Guan Shan and vowed to always protect him.

Jian Yi voices our opinions.


Finally! Day Nine! We’ve made it this far my dudes! (Saturday: Either they have school regularly on Saturdays, or there was a timeskip between Jian Yi’s Birthday, aka Day Four, and Day Five. We’ll just have to wait to see what Day Ten lands on.)

Ch. 182-Ongoing

The day following Mo Guan Shan’s decision, he realizes he was played. Luckily, Jian Yi, Zhan Xixi, and that one girl are there to prove Mo’s innocence. He Tian, suddenly feeling protective over Mo Guan Shan, decides to take this one on one with She Li.

This is the day we get to see Mo start to slowly accept ~friends~ and He Tian. I think he’s had some time to think over THE KISS(Two). And he’s quick to forgive He Tian, not because he loves him, but because he’s a nice soul. He Tian is getting some redemption today and is being a little more cautious around Mo (The Kiss(Two) was JUST yesterday, guys.)

We get to finally see the four hang out together and all around, just have a break from all the shit that’s been going on. Unrequited love, questions about sexuality, attempted kidnapping, being framed for a crime, dirty fistfights. Jesus, just give these boys a break. When are they going to worry about finals and homework like normal students?


The friend you harassed up until one day ago? That’s a funny definition of friend you got there, He Tian. (I loved He Tian in the beginning, then disliked him during his interactions with Mo, but I’m slowly learning to love him again with these new updates.)

The moment when I screamed “I DISLIKE HIM BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I WANT HIM DEAD!!11!!1!”

Mo Guan Shan: Jesus Christ, why do I feel for this asshole?

He Tian: Jesus Christ, why can’t I tell him I like him like a proper human being?

aka The Update That Saved US

THAT’S ALL GUYS OH MY- I am exhausted.

We’ve made it this far.

Please continue to support Old Xian and 19 Days!

Livin’ On a Prayer (Auston Matthews)

Word count: 1495

Warnings: Kind of a sex scene

Author’s note: This wasn’t requested, but I had the idea for it when Bon Jovi came on Throwback Thursday while I was driving to work last week. My first attempt at something even remotely coming close to smut. Let me know what you think!

Originally posted by matthews-nylander-marner

You absolutely adored the Matthews family. Between the constant dry heat of Scottsdale, a vastly different climate than Toronto, Auston’s sisters always finding the time to tease him and tell you embarrassing stories about him and Ema trying to include you, the hopeless cook who once managed to actually burn water, in the Matthews family tradition of cooking large meals together, Auston’s family quickly became another family to you, in addition to your actual family and the Leafs family. Even though you loved all of the Matthews, you missed your hometown. After a really nice month in Arizona at the conclusion of the season, you were more than ready to show Auston where you had grown up.

Turns out, your family loves Auston just as much as Auston’s family loves you, if not more so. They found your quiet giant of a boyfriend incredibly endearing. Even your dad, the man that was the reason that none of your friends wanted to go to your house in high school, wasn’t his intimidating self around Auston. Even though your family was more than welcoming they, much like Auston’s family, are very overbearing to two people who really just enjoy the company of each other.

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The Dark Prophecy:

So I got another list of stuff for you since I just finished Rick’s new book. And I am SHOOK. Jesus freaking Christ. And SOO many CAMEOS ITS AMAZING. 10/10 would recommend guys. Now for your viewing pleasure- here’s The Dark Prophecy:

- Apollo talking shit about Hera’s liquorice and throwing shade
- “Hey, you two! No ancient dialects. Spanish or English please. Or Machine.”
- Leo calling Calypso babe omg Caleo <3
- LEONIDAS !!!!!!!!
- Hephaestus insulted Ares’ bellbottoms and caused a nuclear meltdown. That’s it. Those are the Olympians.\
- Like any decent god, demigod or engineer, Leo Valdez refused to be stopped by the laws of physics
- freaky ass blemmyae
- Hijo
- Leo being short is canon YESSS
- Lester most worthless of teens oh my god
- AWESOME sentient building!!
- “I’ll be hexed” is my new fav expressionnnnn
- All these people whose names ended with o suddenly made me feel like my brand was being diluted. DEAD
- The Magic 8 Ball struck me as a very shady form of divination—more like a Hermes game of chance than an Oracle worthy of me.
- “We’ve been aging together ever since. Very happily.”
- What did he do with Georgina?” IS GEORGINA MEG?!
- “Hey, abuelita,” Leo said. “All da cows love Leo.” He grinned at me. “And these cows are red, man. Like… bright red.”
- When I am a god again, I will make a constellation out of you. I will call it the Small Exploding Latino.”
- We get Festus back, then we look up this place on Google Maps and fly down there.”
- “Griffins? Uh… Hazel and Frank told me about griffins. They fought some in Alaska. Said they were like rabid hyenas with wings.” I MISS FRAZEL
- Leo muttered a curse in Spanish. “I keep thinking about my little bro Harley back at camp. If somebody tried to hurt him…”BIG BRO LEO
- The young woman sat on the molding ledge, playfully swinging her legs. Her braided auburn hair made a ponytail so long it wrapped around her neck like a scarf
- Leo caught her wrist. “Hold up.” From his tool belt he pulled a folding yardstick. He extended it and poked the chair’s seat cushion. A bear trap snapped shut, ripping through stuffing and fabric like an upholstery sharknado. LEO BEING BADASS WITH TRAPS
- Leo. “I’m new to this heroic-quest business. Shouldn’t there be a reward at the end? Not just more deadly quests?” “Nope,” Leo said. “This is pretty standard.”
- “How can you be so calm?” I demanded. “I am going on a dangerous quest tomorrow with your girlfriend!”
- “These tofu enchiladas are sabrosas. Gotta get the recipe from Josephine. My homegirl Piper would love them.” LEO AND PIPER IM CRYING OMG
- Why me? Sob. Sob. Sob.
- yes, Trophonius clearly got his knockout good looks from me. MODEST.
- Not just because I still found Commodus attractive after so many centuries, not just because we had a, er, complicated history, but also because he reminded me what I used to be like. MODEST.
- Marcus the blinged-out jackal boy, and Vortigern the barbarian. Ookay.
- His hand rested easily on the pommel of a sword. His face was a patchwork of scars. His clothes were casual—just jeans, a red-and-white T-shirt that read CORNHUSKERS, and a red bandana tied across his curly dark hair— OH MY GOD. LOST HERO CAMEO
- The emperor clapped with delight. “Oh, nice! That was very entertaining, Lityerses!” “Thank you, sire.” The Cornhusker. SHIT MAN.
- Leo and tater tots
- The sorceress muttered another Minoan curse, naming a part of Zeus’s body that I did not want to think about.
- “You’re a handsome idiot.”
- I gasped and collapsed. Through my half-lidded eyes, I watched Calypso turn on our enemies. “Now it is your turn, fools!” She began making the same rude gestures toward the Germani. The first one stopped. His face paled. He glanced at me lying on the ground, then turned and fled, barreling past his friend. The Germanus with the wounded foot hesitated. Judging from the hatred in his eyes, he wanted revenge for the missile weapon that had ruined his left boot. Calypso, undaunted, waved her arms and began to incant. Her tone made it sound as if she were raising the worst daimons from Tartarus, though her words, in ancient Phoenician, were actually a recipe for making pancakes. The wounded Germanus yelped and hobbled away, leaving a trail of smeared red prints behind him. CALYPSO YOU BADASS!
- Three passengers. I very much want to see Leo Valdez again. We have unfinished business.” “You know Leo?” Despite the danger we were in, I felt a small sense of relief. Finally, some villain wanted to kill Leo more than he wanted to kill me.
- Lityerses narrowed his eyes. “You’re not the same girl who was with him before. Her name was Piper. You wouldn’t happen to be Leo’s girlfriend?”
- Calypso nodded as if she’d come to a decision. “It’s going to take both of us. We’ll sing a duet. You have a decent voice.” “I have a…” My mouth was paralyzed from shock. Telling me, the god of music, that I had a decent voice was like telling Shaquille O’Neal he played decent offense, or telling Annie Oakley she was a decent shot.
- I blinked. “Zeus… singing?” I found the concept mildly horrifying. My father thundered. He punished. He scolded. He glowered like a champion. But he did not sing. Calypso’s eyes got a little dreamy. “In the palace at Mount Othrys, when he was Kronos’s cupbearer, Zeus used to entertain the court with songs.”
- It was a song older than empires—about two lovers separated and longing to be together.
- She would have toppled off the ledge if Leo hadn’t caught her. “Whoa, mamacita,” he said. “You okay?” She blinked sleepily. “I’m fine. Don’t fuss. And don’t call me—” She crumpled against Leo, who struggled to keep her upright. He glared at me. “What did you do to her?”
- Leo wagged a finger at Britomartis. “You’re lucky these ladies are such bosses.
- He decided to liberate a teal plastic pedal boat, and insisted we call him the Dread Pirate Valdez. (Meg loved this. I refused.)
- “We’ll get Peaches back,” I promised her. “Yeah, chica,” Leo agreed.
- “Hey.” Meg poked me in the back of the neck. “Remember what Percy told us? Never say stuff like We made it or That was easy. You’ll jinx us!” “My entire existence is a jinx.”
- He glanced over—no snappy comeback, no playful grin. “Just… Leo and Calypso’s Garage: Auto Repair and Mechanical Monsters.” “What?” “Something Cal and I used to joke about.”
- “Oh, come now,” I protested. “You like my singing.”
- a girl in gray camouflage paced like a jaguar. Her shoulder-length hair was stark white, though she looked no more than fifteen.
- a young girl in a lavender wool sweater and green jeans. Her tufts of brown hair looked like she’d cut them herself with gardening shears.
- I hoped Athena was watching, because WISDOM, BABY!
- Livia
- “What is this? Not nectar…” “No,” Thalia agreed. “It’s moonwater.”
- “I think you decided to help me because you like me.” The corner of Thalia’s mouth twitched. “What makes you say that?” “Oh, come now. The first time we met, you said I was hot. Don’t think I didn’t hear that comment.” I was gratified to see her face turn red.
- Emmie says we could live like normal young people in this city. Even go to the local high school.”
- At some point, I gotta reconnect with my other peeps: Jason, Piper, Hazel, Frank. Lotta people out there still want to punch me.”
- I wasn’t sure I’d heard her correctly. “Piano lessons? Now?” “Not now, dummy. But sometime. Can you teach me?”
- She’d been trying to convince Zeus to forgive me. That was so sweet!
- Shit Apollo’s tripping
- Oh my god this is horrifying
- Oh my GOD
- “Let the girl go,” I whimpered through the pain. “Kill me and let her go.” I surprised myself. These were not the last words I had planned.
- Oh my god peach babies
- Jimmy is GREAT
- Jimmy’s electricity was different—a more humid scent of ozone, a darker red hue to the flashes.
- Damnnnn Apollo!
- “No,” Leo corrected. “He Lityerses-ly flew out the window. Am I right? Those were some sweet moves, man.” Lit nodded. “Thanks.” The two bumped fists as if they hadn’t spent the last few days talking about how much they wanted to kill each other. They would have made fine Olympian gods.
- Cloven?! Cloven? GROVER!
- Buy one prophecy, get three free? That was a lot of lines.” “It was a sonnet,” I said, still in disbelief. “May the gods help us; it was a Shakespearean sonnet.”
- “I—I might be, Georgina. I don’t know.” “’ Kay.” She held up the thing she was holding—a figure made of pipe cleaners—and pressed it into my hands. “Made this for you. You can take it with you when you go away.”
- “Yeah. The changeling lord… that’s gotta be my homeboy Frank Zhang. And the Devil’s Mount, that’s Mount Diablo, right near the camp. I hate Mount Diablo. I fought Enchiladas there once.”
- “The Teumessian Fox? That’s the monster you’ve been hunting?”
- His strange bronze hockey-stick weapon was nowhere to be seen. So the mysterious Olujime was a pit fighter, an accountant, a magical warrior, and an ostrich whisperer. Somehow I was not surprised.
- uh… a Greek-Roman type, is he? I mean, he’s not a legacy of you guys, the Olympians.” “No,” I agreed. “He is from a different tradition and parentage entirely.” Thalia’s short spiky hair rippled in the wind, as if reacting to her uneasiness. “You mean from other gods.”
- We Olympians have always been used to living in close proximity to, ah… the competition.” “So you’re the sun god,” Thalia said. “But some other deity from some other culture is also the sun god?”
- “If you wish,” I said, “when I attain my godhood again, I will personally visit the Underworld. I will petition Hades to let your soul pass on to Elysium.” Agamethus offered me his 8 Ball.
- The dirt rolled away, revealing the form of a young man sleeping on his side. He looked about seventeen, perhaps younger. He wore a black collarless jacket over a green shirt, and jeans much too baggy for his legs. Over his curly hair flopped a red knit cap. A scruffy goatee clung to his chin.

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Winter Formal

Here it is, that project I’ve been working on since I started this blog! It’s not so much a preference as it is a series of small fics about the same subject all smushed together in one post. I’ve worked really really hard on it, so I hope lots of people get to see it, and I hope you guys like it!

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Laws of Motion & Attraction (V, You) Part 1

“For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.” - Newton’s 3rd Law of Motion

Y/N never believed in love at first sight.

But she did believe in “crush” at first sight, and the moment she saw the boy with dark brown hair, playing the cello in the music room Saturday afternoon, she was undeniably smitten and found herself pulled being like a magnet.

Maybe it was the way he held the instrument, almost like it was a part of him; Maybe it was his face. And what a beautiful face it was, she thought as she observed the way his eyes focused on the music sheet, his lips pressed together and his expression a mask of concentration as his fingers moved to play the instrument sheathed between his legs. Y/N couldn’t keep his eyes off of him. 

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She’s got a bad reputation

This one is inspired by “Bad Reputation” which sounds amazing live and is so passionate I want to cry.

Hope you enjoy!

“I mean, she’s just really easy,” Ian said, laying back on the sofa in Shawn’s basement, clicking onto his joystick, eyes locked on the screen.
Brian kicked the Xbox as he just lost the game. “Fuck,” he muttered and took a sip from his drink.
“She literally has slept with everyone!” Ian continued and Shawn pressed his lips together.

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Tormented & Loved (Dean Winchester High School AU x Reader) Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Part Four

I walked into the school and saw several girls on their phones. A few guys laughed at me when they saw me and some of the girls were even smirking. I ignored them as I made my way to my locker and opened it. Dean stood a few lockers away and when he noticed me he smirked and walked toward me.

“Hey. I’d really appreciate it if you wouldn’t tell people I asked you out. Because I didn’t.” Dean said a little loud. I noticed he did that intentionally. People looked over at us and I felt confusion wash over me.

“Excuse me?”

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Partners- Pt 8- College Logan AU

A/N: smut, dirty stuff, NSFW, yadda yadda

6:45. You were putting the finishing touches to your make up and making sure your hair was in place. It had been a long time since you’d been on a proper date. You’d gone to the bar a couple times with a few guys, but nothing like a real date where the boy picks you up and opens the door for you and kisses you goodnight. The butterflies in your stomach were soaring and catching low in your chest. Despite Logan asking you to wear something slutty, the asshole, you chose one of your tighter grey dresses with a low scoop neck and three quarter length sleeves. You slipped into your coral heels – for a pop of color—and took a deep breath. Just as you were pulling at the rising hem of your dress, there was a knock at your door.

You shuffled out of your room, heels clicking the whole way on the hardwood floors. You unlocked the door to find Logan leaning on the doorframe, a large bouquet of flowers in his left hand. He looked over you from head to toe, lingering longer on the curve of your hips. A sly smile was on his face as he finally locked eyes with you.

“For you, babe,” he grinned as he handed you the flowers. You smiled as you took them from him, quickly turning to the kitchen to throw them in a vase with water before you left. When you turned back to him, his gaze was glued to your ass, that same shit eating grin plastered to his face. He looked delicious as he stood in the doorway- his pale blue button down unbuttoned to the middle of his chest, his impeccably tailored navy pants and blazer hugging his toned body.

“Thank you, Logan,” you said, reaching up to kiss his cheek.

“Shall we?” he asked, offering his arm out to you. You linked with him and made your way downstairs to his idling car. In that moment, walking up to the shiny black Range Rover, you realized you never considered that Logan would have an obscenely nice car. This was college- no one had anything nice. You were all united in being dead broke and trying to take on the world. But he did say his family owned a large company, he always had really nice things, and could afford to play an expensive sport and be in a fraternity. He walked ahead of you, pulling open the passenger door and ushering you inside. He walked around the front of the car and climbed in, pulling out onto the street.

“What the fuck kind of car is this? Aren’t we all supposed to be poor at 21?” you asked lightheartedly as he pulled up to a stoplight. He laughed and spun the wheel to the right.

“A nice one. Did you want me to pick you up in a ’99 Camry or something?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“It just would have been more normal is all,” you giggled, “but this is much nicer.”

Before long, Logan was pulling up to a valet in front of a bistro you had only driven past. Everything about it screamed ‘out of your budget’, so you’d never stopped in. He walked around and opened your door, offering his hand to help you out of your seat. Logan effortlessly tossed the keys to the valet, shaking his hand and exchanging pleasantries as you passed by. The hostess was quick to come around her stand, grinning widely at your date and giving you a sweet smile. There were many couples still waiting in the foyer, clearly perturbed that you had no problem getting a table. The rest of the bistro was buzzing with conversation and every table was packed. She showed you to a quiet table near the back where the lights were low except for the dancing candle flames. Logan pulled out your chair before taking his seat, his eyes gentle as they looked across to you.

“You look breathtaking, Y/N,” he purred, pouring wine that was already chilled at the table in each of your glasses. “Sorry, I took the liberty of asking for white. Hope that’s ok.”

“White is fine by me,” you smiled, raising your glass to cheers him before taking a small drink. “You really didn’t have to do all this for me. It’s way more than I expected.”

“Why? What were you expecting?” he asked, slowly spinning the stem of the wine glass between his thumb and index finger.

“I don’t know, the bar and like, jalapeño poppers?” you shrugged, not really knowing yourself what you had planned on. Logan was frowning at your confession, his brow knit together. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing it just…” he considered his words for a moment, “it just makes me sad that you only expect a $2 Bud Light.” He took another breath before speaking again. “You deserve so much more.” His words made you blush, a small smile on your face. No one, outside of your overprotective mother, had told you that you were worth more than previous men had conditioned you to expect.

“You know, Logan,” you began, forcing him to snap out of his melancholy, “you’re a lot sweeter than you let on.” He smirked and shook his head in agreement. “Also, you look really fucking hot tonight.”

“Whoa! Hey! That’s a very high compliment coming from you! I think that makes, what, two compliments I’ve gotten now?” he teased.

“Because you always get so over the top like you are right now!” you laughed, ribbing him.

The waiter came over soon after to take your order. He also apparently knew Logan as he was happy to catch up with him and ask him about how the season was going. After he had walked off to the kitchen, you looked at Logan quizzically.

“Do you know everyone who works here?” you asked, pushing your hair off your face.

“Mostly, yes. Our family has been coming here for as long as I can remember. My sister, Juliet, used to date our waiter actually.” You raised your eyebrow at this revelation. “But they ended on good terms, and I still talk to him quite a bit. Nice guy.” He topped off both of your glasses. “Tell me more about your mom. Is your father still in your life?”

“My mom is my best friend. Well, there’s Sam too, but my mom has always been my best friend. She’s always pushed me to do what I feel in my heart, even if she doesn’t always agree. But no, my dad has never been in my life.” Logan was looking at you very seriously, engrossed in every word you spoke. “He left my mom when he found out she was pregnant. So it’s been the two of us against the world.”

“I’m sorry Y/N…I didn’t mean to bring up something…”

“Oh gosh! No apologies, please! It’s something I don’t mind talking about- it’s just a fact of my life. I’m not hurt, it’s not painful for me,” you shrugged, “just the way it is.” You gave him a smile, assuring him it was really ok, that he wasn’t pressuring you into revealing some deep dark secret. “That’s not the great tragedy of my life. I have a mom who was a great mother and father. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

“Like I said before, you’re well adjusted for an only child.” He took another deep drink.

“Ass.” You shook your head and gave him a very half-hearted dirty look. Logan pursed his lips at you, not falling for your faux disgust. Shortly after, the same waiter had returned with your entrees, placing a plate of chicken and vegetables in front of you. The two of you began to eat, chatting about school and life and art. Something about him was very inviting to you- even though he could be brash and kind of a dick, you felt in your heart that he’d never let anyone or anything hurt you. Anything you told him was safe with him. Logan was nothing if not genuine, for better or worse. You were nearly done eating when you remembered you had forgotten to tell Logan a critical piece of information.

“So, remember how you asked me to wear something slutty?” you asked, fiddling with the ends of your hair.

“Yes. I was hoping you’d come around, but I can work with a short, tight dress,” he grinned.

“What if I told you I compromised with you?” It was your turn to smirk as he leaned forward, his interest clearly piqued.

“Go on.”

“I uh…” you suddenly became a little more flush, “I didn’t wear any panties tonight.” Logan loudly dropped his fork on his plate, the clattering of silver on ceramic ringing around you.

“Prove it,” he challenged, leaning back in his seat. It was evident he was trying to keep his composure; you were delighted to find you had discovered one of his weak spots. You thought for a moment about how you could do that with tables of chatting people surrounding you. Quietly, you pushed yourself away from the table only slightly, twisting to face Logan. You slowly uncrossed your legs, parting them slightly so he could view up the skirt of your dress, his eyes wide as you moved to close them again, crossing over the other leg. You swept your hair back over your shoulder, looking up at him from under your eyelashes. “I think we should get going.”

“I think so too,” you smiled, finishing the last of your wine.


The drive home seemed to go by so slowly. Every moment you weren’t touching Logan was pure torture. You’d catch him out of the corner of your eye pulling at the collar of his shirt or drumming his fingers on the steering wheel- anything to keep him occupied while he no doubt was plotting what he wanted to do to you. He pulled up to the Delta Chi house, quickly throwing the car in park and escorting you back into the home you’d come to know. There were a few guys in the living room, huddled around the baseball game on TV.

“Logan, wanna watch? We’ve got the game on,” one of them called out after seeing him rush inside the house.

“Nope. Can’t,” he stated simply, leading you by the hand up the stairs to his room.

“What? You know I like baseball. You sure we can’t stop and watch?” you teased quietly from behind him. He turned quickly to face you, his expression incredibly stern.

“I’m very sure.” His grip tightened as he pulled you into his room, shutting the door and locking it behind you. Suddenly he was pressed against you, pushing you against the back of his door. His mouth was hot on your neck, pressing sloppy, urgent kisses down to your collar bone. A breathy moan came from you as you threaded your fingers in his previously quaff hair. “I need this off you,” he pleaded, pulling at the fabric of your dress. “I need to see that pretty pussy of yours.”

You stepped out of your heels as he shrugged out of his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. Logan took a step back to take you in fully as you disrobed. Slowly, you peeled yourself out of your dress, tossing it off to your right. Logan was tugging at his bottom lip all the while staring at every inch of your exposed skin. Something in his eyes was soft, as if he was looking at painting in gallery, marveling at the human art before him.

“What now,” you asked raising an eyebrow as your fingers slowly trailed to your folds, “Daddy?” Logan’s eyes were bulging as he watched you slowly play with yourself, your chest rising a little more at each pass. But he couldn’t take it any longer. He took two long steps and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you off the floor and over his shoulder. You giggled a little and softly hit his back, playfully asking for his to let go; he responded with a swift smack to your backside, making you gasp out in pleasure. He repeated the motion once more on the other side before laying you down on his bed.

“We need to get something straight,” he said, unbuckling his belt, letting his pants drop and pool on the floor. “This,” he walked up between your legs, spreading them wide, “is mine.”

He inserted two fingers into your dripping entrance, a moan falling from your lips. Logan left his fingers inside for a moment as he kneeled down before you. He peppered kisses along the inside of your thighs, his breath warm as his plump lips ghosted over your most sensitive area. When he finally ran his tongue along your clit, your back involuntarily arched up off the bed. The moan that came from you as he sucked gently you worried would reach the boys huddled around the TV. But the way Logan was moving his mouth against you was sending you into overdrive. He began to curl his fingers in time with the motion of his tongue; your fingers balled into fists, becoming one with the duvet on his bed. Your thighs began to quiver as your climax quickly approached- he curved his fingers once more, letting his tongue slide up and flick over your sensitive bud. In that moment, you came undone, Logan’s name loud on your lips as you trembled around his head. He took care in cleaning you up, savoring each drop of your sweetness before crawling up and pressing a long kiss to your mouth.

“Such a good girl,” he smiled, petting your hair as you tried to catch your breath. “Can you keep being a good girl for me?” he asked pleasantly, his broad hand running up and down your side. You nodded your head, hanging on his every word. “I need you to be a princess and ride my cock.”

You bit your lip and put your hand on his shoulder, pushing him onto his back. Logan began to grin as you straddled him, lining yourself up with the head of his cock, already moist with small beads of precum. Slowly, you lowered yourself onto him, his eyes rolling back at the feeling of your walls hugging him tightly. You began to grind your hips on top of his, working him over. Logan reached his hand up to your breast, roughly tugging at your nipple. His eyes were on your face, watching as you continued to bounce up and down on him. The way your lips parted, the way your body looked at it moved above him, everything was hypnotizing to Logan.

“Look so fucking good, bouncing on me like that,” he praised, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass. His movements became more erratic as he felt his length begin to twitch, his own orgasm nearing.

“Cum for me, Logan,” you purred, crashing onto him harder still. Hearing his name like honey on your lips was all he needed to find his release. His face contorted as he released himself, his grip loosening only slightly. You gently eased off his cock, rolling on your side next to him. Logan crawled up to the pillows, pulling back the blanket for you both to crawl under. You smiled and joined him, quick to nuzzle up against his neck.

“You’re real saucy when you want to be, you know that?” he said, gently passing the pad of his thumb over your taught nipple. You laughed at the accusation, knowing full well he was nothing short of amused. You gave him one last long kiss before letting your eyes flutter shut, quietly drifting off to sleep on Logan’s hard chest.

Ice Dancing (Jimin, OC) Part 4

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PROLOGUE | 01| 02 | 03

Maddy’s High School

Wednesday – 5:54 PM


Maddy left the room in a rush and went straight to her locker. She had an hour till skating rehearsals and half of that time ought to be time for warm ups. Sectionals was fast approaching and Jimin and she have yet to perfect the routine, so Maddy wanted to make the most of their practice hours as to make herself look decent enough to be skating beside Jimin—a world champion figure skater.

No pressure.  

Although, Maddy would say the skating thing was going well—better—than she had expected. She had grown comfortable with Jimin and were able to work together like two pieces in a pod; anticipating each other’s movements all the while syncing with each other.

Throughout their rehearsals, Maddy had lost a lot of her shyness and Jimin and she skated together as if they were doing it for years. Even Jongin was impressed by how fast they were able to learn the routines. Although it was a given that they were both dancers and learning choreography should be easy enough, but the surprising thing was how they effortlessly worked together despite coming from solo backgrounds.

Maddy had always been a solo act—a lone dancer in most of her pieces and she had always been comfortable that way…

But she couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity and camaraderie whenever she and Jimin danced against the ice. She wasn’t sure how their bodies moved together so effortlessly in sync; how easily they danced together when they’ve hardly known each other long.


Maddy looked down at her bag just as she closed her locker shut. She retrieved her phone from the front pockets to check the message she just received, and a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth when she saw a text from her boyfriend.


I’ve been neglecting you, I’m sorry… Dinner Friday?

Maddy rolled her eyes at that, amused. Eric had been busy preparing for the play-off’s, which left almost no time for the two of them to spend together. It was completely understandable considering she knew how much football meant to him with the scholarship at stake. And besides, Maddy had ballet and the ice skating gig to worry about too.

But she did miss him, and so she didn’t think twice about answering:


If there’s ice cream after, I’ll forgive you.

In less than ten seconds, another beep sounded.


It wouldn’t be a date without ice cream ;) I’ll pick you up after ballet?


Ok :)

Just like that, Maddy’s spirits lifted and her exhaustion somehow faded away.

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Tormented & Loved (Dean Winchester High School AU x Reader) Part Eleven


QUICK MESSAGE I have a challenge going if you haven’t heard about it feel free to message me or get on my page and find the post. It’s not that far down maybe three posts! :) I want as many fan fic writers to get involved as possible.

Part Eleven

I climbed out of my car and walked quickly through the parking lot before Dean got a chance to pull into the parking lot. I grabbed my things from my locker and jumped when someone opened the locker next to me. As far as I knew nobody used it.

“Oh, hi. Sorry to scare you. I’m Hope.” She said.

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RainFall New Character Line-Up

What’s Up Dersha Fam!!!!! I’ve been gone for a minute but I’m baaaaack!!!!!! Better than ever and RAINFALL’S BACK IN PRODUCTION!!!! I know it’s been YEARS since I talked or posted about it, had a lot of things going on but since then I have changed up a few things for the story including new and old characters being put into play. With that being said, chapter 2 will be posted fairly soon but until then I figured I give you guys a refresher and some background about the characters before chapter 2 comes and trust me when I say, you’re in for a treat!!!! Hope the character description helps you hold on longer and be sure to read until the end of the post…there’s a little surprise at the end. *smirks* 


Ahsha Hayes-Roman, 32, ex-wife of Derek Roman, mother to Faith and Ava Roman, new director of the devil girls dance team


Derek Lance Roman, 34, ex-husband of Ahsha Hayes, father to Faith and Ava Roman, owner of the devil’s team and arena


Faith Angel Renee Roman, 17, daughter of Ahsha and Derek, oldest sister to Ava Roman


Ava Hope Olivia Roman, 11, youngest daughter of Derek and Ahsha, little sister of Faith


Carter Darryl Ross, 18, transfer student from Chicago, potential love interest of Faith Roman


Terrence Evan Wall, 33, best-friend and business partner to Derek Roman, god-father to Faith and Ava Roman, husband to Jelena, Head coach of the devils basketball team, father to Jaceon junior


Kyle Jane Hart, 30, secretary to Derek Roman and captain of the devil girls dance team, best-friend to Ahsha, god-mother to Faith and Ava Roman


Jelena Leah Wall, 32, wife to Terrence, mother to Jaceon junior, former Devil girls captain, friend to Ahsha, aunt to Faith and Ava Roman, CEO of JWall clothing and lingerie


Trey Harrington, 17, boyfriend of Faith Roman and childhood best-friend to Alicia Rose


Kiyah Givens, 11, childhood-best-friend to Ava Roman


Alicia Rose, 17, best-friend to Faith Roman, childhood best-friend of Trey


Nicole Skye Harris, 28, real estate agent, girlfriend to Derek Roman

Now that you’ve gotten to know the characters a little more, here’s a sneak peek into chapter 2…

“I was a devil girl when we met over a decade ago, I know what’s it’s like to be in that position. I have the drive, the skill and the leadership to do it. My own mother was the first Devil girl to dance on that floor. You can’t say you don’t agree”

“I don’t argue on this but it’s going to kinda hard for you to commit while you live and work in Atlanta?”

“I’m moving back”

She stated matter of factly. Derek was in a state of shock, he did not see that coming, at all.

“You didn’t mention this when we were on the phone earlier”

“You didn’t listen long enough for me to tell you” She looks up at him now, making her way to sit in the chair.

“Do the girls know?”

“Not yet, but I was hoping that if, you actually granted this role to me as director then it would help with my explanation for moving back. You are always the one saying I need to spend more time with the girls, right? This is a solution to that. We work together and, find a way to co-parent living in the same quarters, amicably”

Derek leans back in his chair as he started to think on this scenario. He knows she had a point but he wasn’t sure if he was read to be around her again all the time. Even still, maybe it will be an option.

“Well, the girls don’t even know you’re here yet, and I need time to think it over, and talk to Kyle. So, how about you come over for dinner tonight? I’m sure the girls would like that. We’ll go from there”


“Yes” He responded.

“Okay, we’ll do it your way then” She sarcastically remarked.

“As if you had a choice” Tapping his pen nervously on the table. Ahsha sighed under her breath, her head hanging low.

“Take it or leave it”

“Okay fine, I’ll come over tonight then to see the girls and we can…see what happens next”


“Great” The woman repeats. The room fell silent for the estranged lovers. Tension was high right now.

“Well uh” Clearing his throat.

“I’ve got a lot of paperwork to do and a few phone calls to make before I have to pick up the girls so, you can let yourself out”

“Ok, sure” She stands up and makes her way towards the door as it appears, there was nothing else left to say. As she inched closer to the door, Derek called out and said to her, “Ahsha?” She turns her head fast, her attention fully on him.


“Dinners at 7, and…. it’s good to see you”


“Ok” They were in agreeance. After that, she finally walked out, closing the door behind her. Soon as there was no sight of her, he threw his pen on his desk and took long deep breaths back and forth trying to make sense of what just happened. That chapter of his life had been written two years ago, so he thought, clearly there was some unfinished business with the ex-love of his life and it was finally coming to ahead.

Jordan High School

It was passing time during the day and Faith took this time to review what she had left to do for the day. The California sun glowed on her complexion as she sat on top of a table in the courtyard writing in her notebook, waiting for Alicia to come out of her meeting with her mates from hip-hop dancing class. Alicia always had dreams of being a professional dancer and being in the spotlight was her thing just like studies was Faith’s. Her grades didn’t match up with her dance moves but she managed to get by even though she spent most of her time with her boy-toy Morris. Faith kept her eyes in her notebooks as her phone vibrated under, with a text from Alicia.

Meeting went on kinda late, be there in ten’

She read the message then put away her phone and directed her attention back to her notebook. She always seemed to get lost in her own thoughts while writing. Far as she was concerned, nobody else in the world existed except her pen, herself and the notebook. Little did the 17-year old know, she had eyes on her. The stranger watching her from across the yard slowly started to walk up.

“Deep in thought huh?” Faith looks up at the stranger who she now sees is the new student from her class, then looks back down at her notebook as she gives him a repressed look.

“Yeah and you’re interrupting my thought process”

“Oh, you don’t mind, do you? I was hoping you wouldn’t” The new kid begins to flirt with her.

“Actually I do mind” Not making eye-contact.

“Really? Cuz it didn’t seem that way when you were staring me down in the classroom”

“Staring you down? Oh, please” Her eyes rolled all the way back to her head. This little boy was pushing it.

“You was baby-girl”

“Yeah, you wish I was”

“Not likely, that’s all you” He smirked, and not the least discreet about it. She closes her notebook out of frustration and annoyance by his comments.

“I don’t even know you!”

“Whoa take it easy, I was just messing around”

“Well obviously, I’m not liking it very much” Faith begins to push her belongings in her backpack preparing to leave until he imprisoned her wrist, stopping her.

“Wait a second, I’m sorry, I was just joking with you, honestly. I meant no harm. How bout we start over? I’m the new transfer student here, Carter” He tries to save face while stretching his hand out for her catch it. She hesitated, were talking about the guy who managed to irritate her in a short period. Maybe she misjudged though. She received his hand, shaking it.


“Faith as in Faith Roman?”

“You tell me” She challenged his thought. He grins back at her effort.

“You’re the daughter of Derek Roman and Ahsha Hayes”

“Well aren’t you a smart cookie, how do you know this anyway?”

“Some might say I’ve done my research” Shrugging his shoulders hiding his hands in his jean pockets. Faith gives off a shocked face in a joking manner crossing arms.

“Is that right? Alright expert I’ll play along. What else do you know?” Carter chuckled at her question and was ready with an answer until an uninvited guest came and blocked their conversation.

“Yo man, you lost or something?”

“Not really, just having a friendly conversation with this pretty girl right here”

“Good for you, but that pretty girl is my girlfriend so why don’t you find someone else to push up on” Faith’s boyfriend voices.

“Trey stop we were just talking”

“Yea Trey relax we were just talking” Mocking him. 

“My dude don’t address me or my girl”

“That supposed to scare me off? Let me be clear about somethin playboy” Carter starts, while walking closer, so close that their noses almost touched. Carter was in his personal space.

“Nobody was trying to push up on your girl as you so eloquently put it but if I was, trust me you’d know, and I don’t hit and miss”

That’s all for now folks!!!! Chapter 2 coming soon..get ready! 


Requested by anon: Hi!!! So I was wondering if you could do a fic about a girl in high school who is told that her parents died while she was in class, and she has no relatives, so she lives on her own for a while. But then Dean shows up and tells her that the deaths were supernatural, so she helps him solve the case. However, Dean notices that she never has grieved the lost of her parents, so he becomes concerned for her and helps her in the grieving process. -xoxox

Word Count: 5214

Warnings: Mention of suicide

A/N: An actual one part DeanxReader! It didn’t turn into a series, though it is very long… This oneshot takes place just after Sam left for college. The ending isn’t very… Dean-ish. But it’s called fan fiction for a reason, right? ;)

Version en Español: Amargo

The day they died felt just like any other day. You’d snoozed your alarm about seven times and rushed to get ready for school. Throwing on your favorite band’s t-shirt and some jeans while running a brush through your hair and trying to throw on a little mascara was pretty normal for you. Then you were down the stairs, grabbing a pop tart and yelling to your parents to have a good day on your way out the door.

You wished you had taken the extra minute to hug them and tell them how much you missed them because a few hours later they were dead.

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How to Catch a Ladybug

A new fic I’ve been working on!

FF | AO3

Pairing: Lilanette

Rating: G

Summary: After becoming akumatized on her first day at her school, Lila just wants to move on with her life when a sweet girl from her class steps up and befriends her. Lila appreciates the sentiment, that is, until she accidentally discovers that Marinette is Ladybug! Lila makes it her mission to steal her Miraculous as revenge for humiliating her, but that task proves harder than she thought. 

Moving to Paris should have been a fresh start for Lila Rossi, operative term being should have. Granted, she had gotten a little carried away with her lies, but she hadn’t expected people to really believe most of the things she made up. Her life was painfully average, and in a new environment, the temptation to spice things up a little had gotten the better of her. It wasn’t her fault that everyone believed her, and it certainly didn’t excuse Ladybug’s ugly behavior. If it weren’t for her, she could have had that model boy eating out of the palm of her hand by now. Everyone was bound to know that she was a liar now; she wouldn’t have doubted it if Adrien had told everyone, but she supposed she couldn’t have kept those lies up forever so maybe facing everyone now was a good thing.
Still, she felt a little nervous as she made her way up the steps into the school on her second day. Would everyone hate her? Suddenly she missed her friends back in Italy and wanted to go home, but she squared her shoulders and strutted through the front doors, bracing herself for whatever awaited her. Things were quiet much to her surprise, a few people greeted her, but she managed to make it to the locker room without incident. So far so good, but she knew the peace wouldn’t last.
“Um, Lila…” She turned to see a girl with black pigtails standing timidly before her. Vaguely Lila remembered that she was in her class, and she felt her spine stiffen a little.
“Hi,” Lila said, tilting her head to the side and observing her cautiously.
“I haven’t gotten a chance to introduce myself to you yet. I’m Marinette; we’re in the same class,” She explained, holding out a hand which Lila hesitantly shook.
“Nice to meet you,” She replied with a curt nod.
“Are you settling in okay? Moving to a new school must be rough. I can show you around if you want,” Marinette offered with a polite smile. She seemed friendly enough, and Lila obviously hadn’t spoken to her yesterday which meant she probably didn’t know about all her lies. Maybe she could use her as a shield. 

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Picture This

Originally posted by winterscap

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Imagine: Bucky asking you to give him a haircut, showing you a picture of him in the 40’s in his uniform and getting emotional. (But still giving him the haircut)

A/N: this is my idea. Btw, I just spent like 5 minutes yelling at my screen “Oh yeah, because you know. Still gotta give him a haircut after I get done crying. Yeah, that’s relevant. Wow. Fucking wow. I’m such a dork.” NO LIE. NO FRICKEN LIE. YOU ALL SHOULD BE FUCKIN HAPPY. XD

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Fluff

Rated: Everyone

Warning: IT’S SO FLUFFEH, angst, swearing

Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines

You were seated at Steve’s kitchen table, listening to the record you had put on after Steve taught you how to use the player. You were hanging out with him and Bucky, sharing dinner and playing some old card games. You were watching Steve as he drew a card and sighed. He caught your gaze and you immediately said.

“Don’t you even think about it, Steven Grant.”

Steve gave a smile and leaned back, laying down his cards.

“Going out.”

You gawked at his suit. Three tens and two aces. Bucky threw his cards down.

“What the fuck, Steve!”

You busted out laughing and bragged to Steve, laying your cards down.

“Ha-ha, Two aces and three kings.”

Steve gawked at you and you danced in your seat. Bucky had a two, two fours, and two queens. Bucky glared at both of you and stated.

“I used to be the king of 5 card draw. What the hell.”

“Sorry, Bucky. Guess you lost your touch.”

You grinned and Steve rolled his eyes and got up.

“I refuse to play with either of you.”

“But we haven’t even played Bullshit yet!”

Steve rolled his eyes and Bucky gawked at you.

“We are not playing that game.”

“Oh why not?”

“Because you always fucking win!”

You giggled and Bucky grinned at you. Steve walked away, calling.

“I’m going to bed, you two tire me out. Bucky, behave.”

Bucky flipped him off and you called.

“It’s only seven pm but night anyways.”

Bucky sighed and you grabbed the deck, shuffled, and then put them away. Bucky then proceeded to ask.

“Hey, (Y/N)?”


“Can you cut my hair?”

You looked up at Bucky, his blue eyes trained on you. You shrugged and agreed.

‘I guess. What kind of hair style do you want?“

Bucky pulled out a picture from his pocket and handed it to you. You frowned a bit but almost spit out your drink when you saw the picture. It was a black and white picture of Bucky before he had left for war. Clad in his uniform, wearing a handsome smile, he had his arm wrapped around a scrawny Steve. You felt an emotion well into your heart and tears pricked your eyes.


You put a hand over your mouth and looked up, to the left. You were nostalgic, shocked but honored. Bucky got up and hugged you. You said quietly.

"I’m sorry. That was just…”

“I know. It’s ok.”

You laughed and wiped your eyes, pulling back and patted his shoulder.

“You look so handsome, James.”

He smiled genuinely and you cleared your throat. You put the picture up on the sill in front of the sink and stated.

“Go get your shampoo, conditioner, comb, and the hair scissors. Don’t forget a towel.”

Bucky saluted and walked to the bathroom. You grabbed a computer chair (Why does Steve even have one if he doesn’t even know wtf the internet is?) and locked the wheels so he wouldn’t roll away. You pumped the lever, bringing the chair high and Bucky walked in, setting the required things on the counter. You smiled softly and gestured.

“Take off your jacket. I don’t want to get it wet.”

He did as told and sat in the chair. You steadied him and gently; carefully leaned him back. You turned on the water and waited for it to get hot. Bucky said, watching you.

“I remember when I first got my haircut for the army.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I was nervous.”

You chuckled and asked, turning on the sprayer and praying his hair carefully, running your fingers through the soft locks.

“Why were you nervous? Scared they were going to cut an ear off or make you bald?”

“Actually, yes.”

You giggled and looked at his picture. Bucky watched you and asked quietly.

“Did you cry…because my picture reminded you of something or someone?”

You looked at Bucky and smiled softly, shaking your head no and mouthing 'no.’

“I cried because it made me think of how proud of you I am.”

Bucky widened his eyes a bit and asked.

“You’re proud of me? But…why?”

“Because you fought for the safety of this country. It almost cost you your life. I know you did a lot of crazy shit when HYDRA got you…but it wasn’t your fault.”

You lathered his shampoo into his hair and carefully massaged the soap into his scalp. You laughed a bit.

“I wish I could be that brave. My grandpa was in the 107th.”

You washed out the shampoo and squirted conditioner into your palm. Bucky was watching you, an emotion in his eyes that you couldn’t recognize and continued.

“He was a sergeant, one of the best. He would tell me stories about how Steve and you would infiltrate the HYDRA bases, how he was such a womanizer back into eh day.”

You chuckled and said, letting the conditioner soak in his hair a bit.

“I’m going to let the conditioner set in your hair for about five minutes. Anyways, when I was bullied in high school and came home crying. My grandpa would look at me and say 'Now you listen here, doll. If any of them little fuckers try to make you cry, you make them cry. Punch them in the nose, drink a beer, and call it a day. Go dance with your lady friends, break men’s necks. You’re too pretty for them tears to stain your face.’”

You and Buck laughed and you continued.

“When I would get angry or throw a fit, Grandpa would cough and say ’Ok, I know you’re pissed off but you really gotta listen to this, lil lady.’ I would turn to him and sass. 'What? What do I need to listen to?’ he would turn to me and say. 'Remember how I told you that Mr. Rogers had a lady friend named Peggy?’ "Yes, sir?’ he would just deadpan and glare at me and say 'You are really starting to remind me of her. She was a find dame, but goddamn did she scare the hell out of me.’”

Bucky chuckled and you washed the conditioner out. You sat him up and shook a towel into his hair.

“James, you remind me of my grandpa sometimes.”

Bucky looked up at you and asked.

'How so?“

"You’re a good man…but you just fail to see it.”

Bucky looked up at you, his blue eyes twinkling and he whispered, hugging you.

“Thank you.”

You patted his head and ran his comb through the damp locks. Bucky acknowledged.

“You know, you’re the only person I allow to call me James.”

“I actually noticed that. Hope I don’t make the 'Kid from Brooklyn’ mad.”

Bucky smiled and asked.

“He’ll get over it, the punk. Anyways, want to know why?”

You looked down at him, cutting his bangs and asked.


“Because that’s the name the people I love the most call me by.”

You paused and looked down at him and smirked.

“Are you trying to flirt with me?”

“Pfft. trying? Dame, I think I just won you over.”

You laughed and punched his metal shoulder.

“Don’t get too cocky, James. Remember, I’m cutting your hair.”

That shut him up. You looked back at his picture and asked.

“How long do you want your bangs? Your hair is slicked back in this picture so I can’t tell.”

He put a hand up and asked.

“Can I get them right to my eyelids?”

“I don’t know, can you?”

Bucky glared up at you and you giggled. He sighed and rolled his blue eyes.

“To my eyelids.”

“Copy that.”

You gave a two-finger salute and cut his bangs. You cut the sides of his hair short, smiling and ruffled his hair to get any pieces out. You jumped and yelped when a voice stated.

“Wow, you look good.”


You threw your shoe at him and yelled.

“Don’t fuckin do that, you fuddy duddy, creepy, meatball!”

You punched his stomach and Steve laughed out, holding his stomach. You put your hands on your hips, one coming up to your mouth and you close your eyes. You glowered.

“Steven Grant Rogers! I’m about two seconds from letting you have it. Sit down.”

Steve bit his lip, snorting and Bucky quirked an eyebrow up at you. Steve said.

“I love it when you get scared. You speak like an old forties gal.”

“You call me an old lady? Look who’s talking, geezer.”

Bucky snorted and you dried his hair. You complimented, blushing a little.

“Whoa, you do look good.”

Bucky smirked and thanked, kissing your cheek.

“Thanks, doll.”

Steve complained.

“I couldn’t sleep so what are we going to do till I do?”

You smiled and stated, holding up a fist.

“Want me to help you fall asleep? I got just the remedy.”

Steve rolled his eyes and Bucky smirked.

“I’ll help out.”

“Bucky! You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“Sorry Steve, James is my bodyguard.”

“Oh, so she gets to call you James and I don’t?”

“Cry me a river, build me a bridge, and get over it.”

You stated. Oh yeah, super soldier got mad. Bucky held you into his side and shrugged.




I hope you enjoy. ^-^

lardo headcanons bc there’s not enough of my wife in this fandom tbh!!!

  • grew up middle class-ish; basically her parents weren’t struggling terribly in the money department but they were by no means rich
  • her dad is a high school psychology teacher and her mom is a dentist
  • she has one sister who’s like 4 years older than her and a pain in the ass but they love each other
  • fluent in vietnamese & speaks it pretty much all the time at home
  • has visited relatives in vietnam once or twice growing up & loves it there; she’s always really inspired to paint after she comes home from a trip
  • as a kid she was never disruptive in vocal/physical ways but would just not. stop. drawing on shit. herself, the walls, desks, other children. basically anything that wasn’t a sketchbook. her parents were exasperated af (”larissa. stop drawing on yourself. you’ll get ink poisoning.” “nahhhhh”)
    • she would give herself and the other kids “tattoos” and to this day really really wants to cover herself in tattoos but doesn’t want to get reamed out by her parents
  • childhood role model was rizzo from grease (rizzo is still her ultimate aesthetic)

(under a read more bc FUCK this got long… i love lardo so much)

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