why did they not work with this and turn it into the most amazing friendship ever

So I finally went through omgeverythingplease and here are things that I didn’t know
  • Bitty is OBSESSED with food. OBSESSED.
  • Boy has a *problem*
  • Like I know we like to headcanon that Bitty goes into some sort of media, but he’s more likely to become a food critic. Basically he’s more into the “baking” part of “baking vlog” than the “vlog” part.
  • Holster is a grumpy messy bitch.
  • For real, the team seriously debated who was grumpier: Jack or Holster
  • (for like, a hot second, before the answer became obvious)
  • (It’s Jack. Jack is the grumpiest)
  • Ransom and Bitty are very close friends. Close enough that Bitty chirps Holster that he’s being replaced via tweet.
  • Ransom and Bitty get PSLs from “ ‘Bucks”.
  • That is a quote. Eric Richard Bittle has called Starbucks, ‘Bucks.
  • (I bet he calls Target, Tar-zhay too)
  • This one was a bit more analytical: we found out about Jack coaching peewee via Bitty’s twitter
  • Bitty is the one who tells us that the Jack says the kids call him “Coach Z”
  • Because Bitty is the one who typed out the tweet, if the kids called Jack “Coach Zed”, he would have spelled out “Zed.”
  • Therefore we can assume that the kids called Jack “Coach Zee” and not “Coach Zed”
  • However this revelation by Jack was immediately followed by a debate over Zee vs. Zed. So who really knows?
  • I still don’t know how either of them pronounces “pecan”
  • More after the cut because this is getting long

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rule breakers. (m)

based on the prompt, “best friend’s sibling au”

pairing:
kim taehyung | reader
genre: fluff, light smut
warnings: slight voyeurism
word count: 20,453
description: there’s some unresolved history involving your best friend’s brother… but hey, maybe some rules are meant to be broken.
author’s note: i get inspired by the oddest little tidbits, and i swear the word count was supposed to be half the amount you see up there. also, say hello to the longest one-shot i’ve done so far.

Originally posted by kths

You have one of the greatest fortunes to be acquainted with the Kims in your first year of primary education, and perhaps it’s what has led you to one of your greatest downfalls (but we’ll get into that later on).

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Friends Part 1

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1947

Warnings: Fluffy and angst

Thank you @amrita31199 for beta this for me you are amazing 

credits to the gif owner

You never felt so inadequate in your life, when you left the house for one of Tony’s parties . You felt beautiful in your black strapless dress and high heels.  But as soon as you arrived at the party, you felt your heart being shattered.

You see Bucky with a beautiful blonde in his arms , when he sees you he comes in your direction kissing your cheek and pulling you to a hug “Don’t you look beautiful?” He says staring into your eyes, you smile at him with your best fake smile“Well I tried, apparently not as hard as your date.” You say sounding bitter even if that is the last thing you wanted to be or sound like.

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What If I Kissed You

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Y/N Y/L/N, Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki, Brianna Buckmaster  

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: A few adultish thoughts, Drunkish!Jensen, tipsy!reader, not much. Mostly fluff.      

Word Count: 1700ish

A/N: So I have been writing a lot of angst lately for my series and for and for angst day (yep I am gonna make y’all cry that day). So I kinda needed a change of pace. When I heard Temecula Road’s What if I Kissed You this one shot popped into my mind.

Thanks a billion to the bestest little sister in the world @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this one for me

Note hate against Danneel - I love her. For the purpose of this fic Jensen is single. 

Being around Y/N on set was bad enough, but tonight it was down right impossible for Jensen to focus on anything else but her. It was a beautiful night in Rome. All his friends, well work friends, were there. Misha and Jared were laughing and talking about something right next to him, but Jensen didn’t pay attention to them at all.

His eyes were solely fixated on Y/N and the way she was laughing and dancing with Brianna. Hell, he couldn’t even hear the music over the sound of her bell like laughter ringing in his ears. He was drunk and not only on the “apple juice”  he had been drinking all day, but on her. She filled his senses and Jensen allowed his mind to wander as he watched how the short summer dress she was wearing clung to her curves in all the right places. Her tanned skin was almost shining in the lights of the club and her hair was swaying with her every movement. She looked happy and free.

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One night // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: you’re in a relationship but you’re in love with Shawn- the only reason you’re not with him is because you’re scared of being hurt. One night things get heated between you and Shawn and feelings are confessed.

Requested: YASSS

Authors note: sooooo this is new


“So how’s Jeff?” his eyes glint mischievously as he turns to look at me, our attention quickly focusing on the other rather then the movie.

“Jeff?” I hum, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You know, your boyfriend?” the way he says it makes shivers crawl up my spine.

“He’s good,” I murmur, turning away from him.

“Just good?” he prods, nudging my side with his elbow making me squirm.

“He’s amazing,” I sigh, looking back a him. “He’s so kind and patient, never rushes me into anything I don’t want to do.” I pause, my eyes locked onto Shawn’s, his face blank of emotions.

“He listens to me, I listen to him. We work well together,” 

“Do you think he might be the one?” Shawn questions just above a whisper.

No words come out my mouth as I stare at him. Was my relationship with Jeff endgame? I had no clue.

“Why would you ask me that?” Instead comes out my mouth.

“Curious,” he whispers and in that moment it felt like the room heated up. It felt like the skin of my thigh that was resting against Shawn’s was on fire.

“I don’t know, its too soon,” I whisper back, unaware that I was moving closer to him.

“You’ve been dating for 7 months,” Shawn states, reciprocating my movement.

“Does that mean I have to know now?” I asks sarcastically and Shawn smirks.

“Its usually a good clue for a relationship,” Shawn looks like he wants to say something else.

“Maybe he is, maybe he isn’t,” I shrug. There was tension in the room, something that was unsaid between our friendship that was bound to come out soon. That time seemed to be now.

“Do you love him?” Shawn’s eyes blaze at the question, passion glowing in them.

“I don’t know,” I breathe the words, my face inches from his. I hadn’t even realize we’d gotten this close. The last time I’d been in a position like this with him was 9 months ago- before Jeff- where Shawn and I had kissed.

Deep in my soul, I knew I wanted to kiss him again. I wanted to feel his heated lips pressed against my own as my hands trailed up his back to tangle in his hair. I shouldn’t want this- crave this, especially when I had Jeff.

“Why did you run away from me last time?” Shawn asks me quietly, immediately I know he’s thinking about the same thing I am.

“I..” I can’t find the words again. “I was scared,” 

He freezes, his nose brushing the tip of mine and my cheeks burn at the contact, his presence did things to my body that never occurred when I was with Jeff. 

“Of me?” his eyes drop to my lips before flicking back up.

“I don’t think I could ever be scared of you Shawn,” the thought making a smile appear on my face at the absurd question.

“Then what?” His tone is soft, weary. This is the most we’ve ever talked about it. After our moment of passion I had fled- not wanting to see Shawn. After that searing kiss I had buried my emotions in fear of being hurt by him. 

“I didn’t want you to break my heart,” I gulp, the truth finally out in the open.

“Y/n, I would never dream of breaking your heart,” Shawn whispers, his hands reaching up to cup my face.

“I know,” For some weird reason I’m crying. Shawn however, simply wipes away the fallen tears.

“The last thing I want is to see you hurt because of me,” he whispers. Jeff doesn’t even cross my mind as my best friend inches closer to me until his lips are about to brush mine.

“I wish that what I knew now, I knew ages ago,” he says and its like time has frozen, its just me and him.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble and he smiles but it looks fake.

“I wish you were mine, I know I’m selfish to want this when you have a boyfriend but you do crazy things to me,” His words pull me in until its like I’m drowning in them.

“There’s nothing wrong-” I don’t even bother finishing my sentence, my breathing rugged as his hands crawl to hold my waist, my skin feeling hot where his thumb lazily rubs the exposed area.

“One night,” he mutters, to himself or me I’m unsure. “I want you for one night, all mine,” 

Then his lips are upon mine and its everything I’ve imagined from last time. He tastes the same, minty with a slight hint of the tea he always seems to be drinking.

My hands are in his hair as he’s pulling me closer, his lips feverishly pressing into mine and I’m shaking from the feeling of his body against mine. 

Not once do I think of my boyfriend as Shawn picks me up, carrying me to his bedroom to place me on the bed. 

I don’t think about how he’s at home right now, trusting me, as my shirt is being discarded on the floor. 

I don’t think about how he’s been perfect in every aspect that a boyfriend could be as my jeans are peeled off my legs and Shawn crawls between them, his skin flush against mine.

All that crosses my mind is how Shawn is here, right now, kissing me, holding me, touching me. Friends don’t do this. Friends don’t feel this way about each other. A girlfriend doesn’t feel this way when she’s in a relationship with someone else.

Shawn’s damp forehead presses against mine as he raises his arms to press my hands against the mattress, entwining our fingers together as I cry out softly at the feeling of Shawn.

“I’m in love with you,” My eyes snap to meet his in the dimly lit room, his eyes filled with adoration and love. Just like Jeff’s.

“I love you,” I can’t help but whimper back at him. He murmurs it again, repeating it over and over as the night slowly fades away and the morning approaches.

When I wake up, he’s not next to me. I sit up, my stomach a mess of emotions. I slept with Shawn. That same sentence on loop inside my head.

Chucking a shirt over my head I make my way to the kitchen where I hear Shawn’s voice.

“Yeah no sorry she’s still here, she fell asleep and it was late,” his tone is impassive and I feel my stomach drop to the floor.

“Yeah I’ll tell her you called, bye,” He puts his phone on the bench, running his hands through his hair and tugging on the ends in a stressful manor.

“Shawn?” I ask softly. He turns around at my voice.

“Hey,” He smiles at me.

“Who was that?” My voice tremors, both of us knowing that I already knew the answer.

“Jeff,” I still take a sharp intake of breath at the name.

“Y/n,” Shawn breaks the silence. “I want you to know that not for one second last night that anything I said was a lie, I meant every word,” he’s searching my face, looking for a sign that I feel the same.

“Shawn,” I whisper, I’m scared I’ve stuffed everything up.

“Y/n please, no, don’t tell me last night was a mistake,” He’s tearing up quickly and it makes my heart clench. “You told me you loved me,” His voice wobbles and it tips me over the edge.

“I’m sorry,” I sob, my hand wiping my watery eyes. “I’m so sorry,”

“No, no,” I’ve never seen Shawn cry until now. “Please don’t tell me you’re going back to him,”

“I never lied last night Shawn,” He tries to smile but fails miserably. “But I cheated Shawn, Jeff never deserved that.”

“I should have stopped it when I could have,” He turns away from me, his shoulders shaking slightly.

“Hey,” I walk over to him, placing a hand on his bare shoulder.

He turns slightly to me and I wipe away one of his tears and he sniffles, smiling, doing the same to me.

“Last night wasn’t a mistake for me, it was a mistake in a sense that we shouldn’t have done that when I was in a relationship but our feelings couldn’t stay hidden forever,” he pulls me into his chest as I comfort him with my words.

“I’m sorry about how it happened,” He mutters into my hair.

“I’m going to go home and talk to Jeff about everything, I just hope I haven’t ruined his trust in relationships,” I trail off, the guilt simmering in my stomach.

“We all make mistakes,” Shawn leans back to look at me, holding my face in hands. “You’re human and it happens, we can’t take it back,” A silence fills the room.

“I’m going to come back here tomorrow, we’re going to talk about us,” I tell him softly.

“There’s an us?” Shawn asks, shock written across his features.

“I love you, remember?”

n ice



Bitter was the only taste you could feel on your tongue. Maybe it was the cheap wine that left such a rotten aftertaste, maybe it’s the way he paid so much attention to her over his own wife. Bitter wasn’t only what you tasted, but it was also what you felt. It’s harmless. He had whined when you confronted him about the new woman from C&R. She was.. Beautiful. Much more than you were– at least In your mind; you had thought so. Long silver hair that went past her shoulders and swayed at her lower back so gracefully. Ocean of blue was the only thing you could see inside her round wide eyes, and she was small too. Thin waist, long legs. A looker all around. But you know what was the most striking feature of them all?

She looked like his fucking cat.

He was interested in a woman that looked like his cat. His million dollar fur ball in human form. The thought was so mind boggling, but that’s Jumin for you.

You gripped your wine glass so tightly; it could’ve shattered at any moment. Of course you were jealous. Your husband was spending more time with his co-worker than he was his own goddamn wife. Who wouldn’t be?

They really never ‘flirted’ per say. He just seemed so.. intrigued, and curious about her; the one apparently named Eliza. God, even her name was so similar to Elizabeth. It drove you insane how much he talked about her now days, it bothered you so much. When you try to change the subject, it always floats back to her.

“ Why the pout kitten? ”
You groaned as a familiar red head snuck up behind your chair, scratching a finger underneath your chin just as one would do to a cat. He usually did that to you, and Jumin hated it. But what Jumin hates was the last thing you cared about right now.

You lazily lift your right hand off of the love-seat to point towards the duo who was chatting on together– looking ever so happy– as your left brought the half emptied wine glass up to your lips. The liquid went down hot seeing as you let it sit for so long, the temperature had gotten the better of it. This was your… Fourth? Yeah, Fourth glass of wine as of tonight. The leather chair squeaked as Seven plopped down– rather roughly, onto it. He groaned contently, the relief of being off his feet for the first time tonight was an amazing feeling. Dress shoes aren’t his thing, and now he remembers why.

“ Hm.. Is that the lady that he’s always talking about? The chick that looks like my lil’ baby Elly? ”
His eyes gleamed at the thought of the soft little kitty, but he quickly was pulled back to reality. He brought a finger up to his mouth in thought as he observed the two carefully– No touching each other yet, that’s good.. He said internally.

“ Yeah. ”
You answered curtly with a venomous tone, practically burning holes into the back of your husbands head– Praying maybe just maybe he’d turn because of it; see you alone with Seven and he’d kick into defensive mode, come swoop you up and take you back home to get you away from Luciel’s flirtations. Hell, you wouldn’t even mind that. Any kind of attention right now would feel good.

“ Awh– Is somebody jealous? ”
He batted his eyelashes annoyingly as he spoke with a baby voice– Of course you were jealous! How couldn’t you be? But you didn’t want to let the goof know his assumptions were truth; so you push his face softly away from yours, he pretends to have a knockback much stronger than what little force you used– it made you both chuckle together with soft smirks tugging at the corner of your lips.

“ It just.. sucks balls. ”
You used his lingo, much to his amusement. “ Sucks balls indeed. ”
Luciel mimicked you before sighing heavily after he commented, personally he found it quite annoying that Jumin hadn’t been paying attention to you. he would love to hang out with you all day. Be able to be with you the way Jumin can; Cat dad doesn’t know how good he has it.

“ It’s like i’m the side chick; You know? Agh.. And I know– It doesn’t seem like a romantic thing.. Jumin just wouldn’t do that… ”
You whisper the last part to yourself, however Luciel has keen hearing. He raised his brow in doubt as you continued on.

“ I wish he didn’t act like he found me boring now days.. ”
The ring on your finger clinked gently against the wine glass– catching your attention. Memories of how it used to be caused you to smile as you stared down at the large diamond your husband gave to you to propose.
Yes, Jumin still treated you good. You felt you didn’t have the right to complain; after all, he was a very loving husband. Maybe it was the controlling side you had deep down inside of you, or it could be you just don’t like how pretty that woman is– It’s aggravating not knowing why this whole thing bothers you so much. It just does.

Things have changed slightly, you’ve noticed. Late nights at the office had been getting even later; that was your first real concern. But with a nudge, you got Jaehee to hang around at work to see what on earth Jumin really does around there. It wasn’t anything groundbreaking, he was indeed working– Which relieved you instantly. She assured you at work there was no flirtations, they just seemed like friends. Hell, everyone told you they just seemed like friends. Maybe you were exaggerating too much– But the pit in your stomach just wouldn’t go away.

“ I bet if I kissed you he wouldn’t find you ‘oh so boring’ anymore huh? ”
You raised a brow at his unexpected words, it was clear Seven had a peculiar interest in yourself but.. It wasn’t something that got in between your friendship. Luciel knew his limits. But that statement was quite bold; it caught your attention.
“ He’d probably permanently sew three– No, Four– body guards on you at all times if he knew I even laid a hand on you…. Agh! ” He threw his head back in frustration, causing you to smile softly. That was true; Jumin probably would pay much more attention to you if something like that were to happen, but you’d never. You could never. It just wasn’t right.

“ MC? ”
The low voice caused you to look upwards– Slowly at that, eyes following the soft pattern of that black suit you knew oh so well. A pair of dark black eyes meet your own, causing you to shiver. He always had that effect on you.

He was tugging on his cufflinks out of boredom, right away he noticed how close Luciel was towards you. It bothered him, and he had no problem voicing those concerns.
“ No. Leave space, at least enough to fit three Elizabeth the 3rds in between you.”
Jumin suddenly grabs your hips firmly–you have to bite your lip to keep from yelping– sliding your body across the leather couch to follow his rule.
Always have to leave space for the Elizabeths.
Both you and Seven roll your eyes at the so called ‘rule’ but Jumin looked quite pleased with himself.

“ You’re one to talk.. Where’s the three Elizabeth’s in between you and pretty girl over there huh? ”
Seven chimed in, You knew right away Jumin would brush it off like he always does– You sigh heavily to yourself. Staring into the dark liquid of your glass as the two start to bicker.

“ I did the math, there was 3.6 Elizabeth the 3rds in between us. I follow the rules, as should you two.”
You couldn’t help but snicker at that, Much to Jumin’s displeasure. He looked down at you heavily for a few moments, after he got no response– He spoke again.
“ We’ll be going soon MC. Would you like me to grab your coat? ”
The ride home was quiet. Driver Kim made small talk with you; he always does. He’s a nice man, and even he seemed to notice something wrong with you. Why couldn’t Jumin notice then? You were texting Seven while slumped into the seat of the car, It was on the messenger but in a private message over the usual chatrooms.

” Con fron tation!!! Con fron tation!!! ”

You smiled softly at the text, looking up for a moment to see what Jumin was doing. He was in his phone as well, so you decided to continue.

“ Should I? What if he yells at me -_- ”

“ then i’ll teleport over there myself and rescue you n elly from that cruel cruel man!!! you deserve better! #justice for elly and mc 2k17!!!!! lololol ”


Well. Maybe you should? But you didn’t want Jumin to be upset. Speaking of which, he seemed to notice you giggling into your phone this whole time. Not saying a word though, but you could feel his eyes on you from across the seat.
Awh, was he jealous?
Part of you wanted him to take a seat in the jealousy club. There’s obviously room for him to join. But it was cruel to have an eye for an eye after all.
Powering down the phone, You place it at your side before sighing softly. Your gaze quickly meets your husbands who had done the same thing a few minutes ago. With a soft smile you look over towards him for a moment before focusing your attention to the window– The penthouse was in view.

He looked like he wanted to say something; But the car had already stopped.
“ We’re back Elizabeth the 3rd! ”
You call out to the kitty; the jingle of sparkly bells on her collar was getting closer and closer by the second. Setting down your bag before crouching, You greet the little fur ball who was meowing wildly– Desperate for attention. She enjoyed your petting; but it was clear Jumin’s eye was what she was after. That makes two, Huh?

“ Hello Elizabeth the 3rd. ” Jumin smiles gently at her as he hangs his coat on the rack, revealing a clean white button up shirt. He uses the backs of his knuckles to pet her face, the sound of her purrs echoed throughout the quiet home.
You leave the two alone; not before excusing yourself to go– just to get out of this god forsaken dress. This dress was tighter than ones you’ve worn before; hoping it might catch Jumin’s attention a little more, but instead you only got some extra looks from creeps and weirdos. Oh– And Seven, but he sort of falls into that category.
From the closet you choose something comfortable, loose grey sweatpants and a simple black tee shirt. It was soft, Jumin only picked materials that were the best of the best for you after all.

Taking one final look into the mirror, you inhale deeply; absolutely dreading the talk to come. Would he brush you off once more? Or finally listen to your pleas? You were mentally planning what to say to your husband.

’ Hey look– Im jealous to the point of it being painful so you can’t be friends anymore with Miss Kitty. No talking. Nothing. Only me. Okay? ’

Fuck no.
That sounded terrible. But hell, it’s what you were thinking after all. It felt so selfish, but one thing Jumin always said is he wanted you to be selfish with him. It’s something he always states constantly, So why do you feel guilty for actually being selfish now?

You made up in your mind that you’d just wing it. Let your emotions spill over, say whatever it is you’re feeling. Hopefully it would give him the push to accept that you were indeed lonely. You wanted to be the only woman in his life… To just hoard him all to yourself. God it sounded awful; but it was the truth.

Your bare feet squeaked against the hardwood flooring, anxiety filled you like never before seeing Jumin resting quietly on the couch, Elizabeth the 3rd by his side.
Without a word, you take your seat across from him. The couch was of course big enough for the both of you, but you really didn’t want to sit next to him right now. Back here was fine. The room was silent, besides Elizabeth the 3rds soft purrs and the gentle hum of the light fixtures. You sort of phase out for a moment, eyes out of focus as you’re lost in thought.

“ Whats wrong with you lately? ” Jumin said suddenly, causing your head to snap up; breaking you from your mindless thoughts. His eyes were trained onto the cat besides him instead of you. He looked calm as always, but his scowl was a bit more pronounced as of now.

“ Nice of you to notice. ”
You state sarcastically, rolling your eyes and hugging yourself by crossing your arms below your chest. He let out a low growl of disapproval, He never did like it when you talked back.

“ Are you cheating on me? ”
That incredibly sudden accusation took you aback instantly. Was he fucking serious? You?Cheating on him? Thats what he thought was different?

“ I could ask you the same thing you know. ” Your tone was bitter as your voice became raised, it was clear how upset he’d gotten you by your change in attitude. Your brows stitch together in a painful mix of shock and anger, how could he accuse you of something so foul? It was enough to make your blood boil.

“ I would never do something as low and filthy as that.
He was glaring deeply at you with fire in his eyes now, Still outwardly calm; which aggravated you to no end. The atmosphere changed so fast. It was heavy and the tension was sharp.
Elizabeth the 3rd quickly scurried away into the bedroom upon feeling the mood change. She must not have wanted to be in the middle of this all. Good call.

“ So you’re implying that I would? ”
You were standing upright now. Nails gripping tightly into your arms; enough to make your skin irritated. The fiery pit in your stomach hurt, as if a rock was inside you. You didn’t like arguing with Jumin at all, but this was pretty inevitable.
He was quiet through clenched teeth. His knuckles were white, and his legs crossed. He still looked so composed as he waited your answer to his question.

“ No, i’m not cheating on you Jumin Han. There– Happy? Huh? ” He didn’t break eye contact and also didn’t say a word, the way he seemed so collected while you were so upset was aggravating.

“ Even though you’ve been living it up with you new little play toy i’ve been here, lonely! All day long! ” He scoffed slightly out of disbelief, Brows scrunched in confusion.

“ My play thing? You must be delusional. Am I not allowed to be interested in knowing someone now days? ”

“ You’re not when the person in question is just so.. so– So beautiful! And smart.. and, And kind! and.. Well– better than me and…”
Your voice fades from sheer anger to sadness in the end. The gravity of the situation hit you hard, hot tears streamed down your cheeks thinking about everything Eliza was that you weren’t. Maybe it would be better if he was with her.. She sure did match him way better than you ever could.

It was silent. It hurt, that he didn’t have anything to say to you. It only made you cry some more.

“ .. Are you jealous MC? ” He questioned after a few moments; gently and with pity in his voice, but you still hated those words. Mainly because it was true.

“ Yes– Okay!? I’m jealous, i’m so fucking jealous! I hate the fact that all you talk about is her anymore. ” You stopped to wipe tears away from your eyes with a sniffle before continuing.
“ I mean.. I don’t have schooling like she does; and I don’t look like your cat.. I’m not successful or own a business like her.. ”
You hung your head low as you avoided his gaze. It’s true, you weren’t even in comparison with her. Not even in the same ballpark.

He sighs heavily to let out his frustration after a few moments of the room being filled with your sobs, swiping a hand across his face roughly before looking up at you. He realized what you were getting at, and he felt like shit because of it. He was being too selfish in this situation. His heart strings pulled painfully at him seeing you brought to tears because of this.

“ Come here. ” It was gentle and soft, he didn’t sound angry or upset. Remorse was evident in his tone. His arms were open to you, eyes warmer than the cold ones you saw before.

God, that was it. That was all you needed right now. You didn’t care how sad you looked or how angry you just were. All you wanted was to be held by your husband, you’ve been wanting that for weeks now. Just.. Needing something. Anything. And this was it.
You burst into tears as you fall into his arms, curling tightly up in his lap as his white shirt was now stained with your tears. He pets his hand over the back of your head soothingly, holding you tight to his chest like a baby. You could hear his heartbeat, it was so steady and barely ever hitched while you two sat there together.

“ I truly didn’t know you felt that way…. I– Im so sorry.. ”
He sounded so sad.. You felt horrible for everything that’s happened. You should have talked about this sooner, instead of letting all the emotions fester.

“ I’m sorry for letting you think I was cheating.. You know i’d never–”
He interrupted you with a soft shush,
“ That was idiotic for me to say. I know you’d never.
He states quietly as he runs his thumb in circles on your back.
“ I’ll explain how you feel to Eliza as soon as tomorrow. ”
You nod softly, still feeling selfishness resonate inside you– But Jumin didn’t mind any of this. He felt terrible for purposely trying to make you jealous these past few weeks. Seeing how close you and Luciel had been getting. It was horrible, doing that all so you’d pay more attention to him. He really didn’t think about it before hand. He just was.. Well, Jealous. No idea that it would all backfire this badly.

” I don’t ever want you to ever feel like you’re not beautiful– Or smart, or successful. You’re My princess. You’re all that and more in my eyes, my love. ”

You cuddled deep into his chest, his words were soothing to you. This whole thing was so ridiculous, you’re so happy it’s finally over.

“ Just.. Can you introduce me to her? I’d like to formally meet the woman who looks like my husbands cat put into human form.”
He chuckled softly, causing you to laugh as well. The vibrations of his chest made your heart skip a beat as you smile.
“ Of course I will. I should have done it sooner. ”
notes: SHITT IM SO BAD AT WRITING ANGST AND I GOT SO LAZY AT THE END THERE HSKSHSJSH
but if you didn’t get it MC was getting super close to Luciel/Seven, so Jumin started talking to Eliza to make mc jealous of him as much as he was of her and seven. Obviously it backfired seeing as they both ended up Angery ™ but hey it worked out in the end and jumin learned his lesson lmao!! check out my masterlist of you’d like as well, in my bio!! i just updated it with some new stuff! ~~
Promise? // Lee Mark

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the prompt(s): 1) Could I request a scenario for Mark like the Jungkook one you did? Except he doesn’t have to be King yet, he and the reader are just kind of sneaking around the castle and being all cute and in love then they get cAUGHT and I’m sorry this is so long!! 2) Could you write some mark Lee fluff?? Just some cute, first love type of thing?

words: 2134

category: fluff

author note: ah, mork. my precious, smol, overworked son. may he get the rest he truly deserves~ also, this is for two different requests since they both fit the same genre. please enjoy!

- destinee

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Bughead from Archie Andrew’s POV, small fic

Before I post it, I just want everyone to know I am in no way insulting Archie’s character! His character is definitely still developing in the show for me. I do love him, and this is just my interpretation of how he would feel upon discovering Betty and Jughead. Rated T or even M for some heavy make out, body touchin schtuffz. No nudity or sex. Post Episode 6.  Disclaimer: I do not own Archie characters!

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Purely Platonic

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader
Request: I’m so happy requests  are open again. I would like one where Bucky gets jealous of Steve and the  reader because they are kinda “flirting” even though the reader  really likes Bucky and Steve is like a brother to her. Sorry if it was confusing.- @masevaldez
Warnings: Jealousy + Swearing
A/N: Happy Valentines day everybody! Sorry I’ve gotten so shit at posting again, but I’m really trying I promise! Anyway, I’m making a start on the requests you guys have sent me so look out for those! Anyway, I’d love to know what you guys thought so feel free to shoot me a message, anytime! 
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Being an Avenger meant friendships were far and in-between. If it wasn’t another member of the team, then it was hard to maintain any kind of relationship. However, there was one exception to this rule. You. You and Steve had become close friends after moving into the same apartment building, and since then had become practically inseparable. Most people, at first sight, believed you two to be a couple, an idea that you both found utterly hilarious. There had never been anything remotely romantic about your relationship, with you both treating each other more like siblings than anything. In all actuality, you had more of a thing for his best friend, the supposed Winter Soldier. Steve teased you about this fact relentlessly, trying to nudge you towards Bucky every opportunity he got.

“I don’t get why you won’t just tell him how you feel!” Steve implored, taking a swig from his beer bottle as he slouched back into the couch.

“Says you!” You scoffed in response, nudging him in the leg with your bare foot, “Aren’t you the self-proclaimed authority of waiting too long?”

Groaning, Steve let his head fall back against the cushions, shaking his head as you laughed beside him. “Well then, learn from my mistakes.” He smirked, tipping his bottle in your direction as you rolled your eyes.

“You gonna go all Captain America on me?” You asked, cocking an eyebrow as you downed the last of your beer, “Cus I could really do without the rousing speech.”

“Ha ha, very funny, and no. I’ll let you off for tonight, but remember, we’ve got a team fundraiser next week and I’m sure Bucky would love to take you as his plus one.” He smirked, chuckling as you hit him in the face with a pillow. “Okay okay, I get it! I’m dropping it!”


You and Bucky had a strange kind of friendship. There was always this constant tension when the two of you were together. Like you were both teetering on the edge of something more, but too afraid to take the leap. At times, you felt like jumping in, throwing caution to the wind and just laying all your feelings on the line. But then, your doubts would resurface. What if he wasn’t interested in you like that? What if he did and then it didn’t work out between the two of you? How would that affect your friendship with both Bucky and Steve? You just didn’t know whether it was worth the risks. Steve insisted that A. Bucky did see you as more than friends, and that B. No matter what happened between you and Bucky, nothing could affect the friendship the two of you had.

The night of the fundraising gala came, forcing you to squeeze yourself into one of your fancier dresses. You hated events like these. You’d always arrive at these things with Steve by your side, only for him to be snatched up and waltzed around like a prized pony. After exactly that happened, you found yourself sat at the bar, sipping at one of the fancy cocktails that Stark always served at these things.

“Y/N…” A voice spoke from behind you, causing you to swivel in your seat before a wide smile broke out on your face.

“Bucky!” You grinned, moving to your feet to press a kiss against his stubbled cheek.

“Hey Doll, you look… amazing…” He murmured, pulling back slightly to let his eyes trail up and down your figure as his hand rubbed at the back of his neck. 

“You’re not looking too bad yourself, Barnes. Who knew you scrubbed up so good.” You smiled, slipping your fingers under the lapels of his jacket as he smiled down at you fondly.

“Hey Buck! How’re you two enjoying the party?” Steve’s voice suddenly sounded, causing you and Bucky to jump back from one another.

“Stevie!” You grinned, tucking yourself under your best friend’s arm. “You finally made it away from the vultures?”

“Yep! I managed to sneak away, wanted to see how my best girl was doing.” He grinned down at you, not noticing the way Bucky’s jaw clenched at the words. “So, how’s it going?”

“Same as usual, bunch of stuck up business men and politicians trying to find out dirty secrets about the team.” You huffed, eyes flickering over to Bucky as he turned away with a frown. “What about you Buck? Liking it so far?” 

“Hmm? What, oh yeah, sure…” He grunted, signalling the bartender for another drink, eyes trained everywhere but the two of you.

Frowning, Steve just shook his head slightly, confused momentarily by his friend’s sudden mood change. When he realised just why his friend was now downing a scotch like it was his lifeline. Trying to hide the smirk that tugged at his lips, Steve squeezed you slightly closer to his side. “So, Doll…” He murmured, hand moving to grip your hip. “How about, we get out of here? Do something just the two of us…” He smirked down at you, trying to smother the laugh that bubbled due to your puzzled expression.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Bucky huffed out, barely loud enough for you to hear as he threw back yet another drink.

“What’s up Bucky?” Steve asked, making a show of dropping a kiss to the top of your head. Grinning as Bucky’s knuckles turned white around his glass.

“Nothing.” Bucky practically growled, eyes glaring down at the bar as he twirled the now empty glass around in his hand.

“If you say so. So, Y/N, you want to get out of here. Or would you do me the honour of a dance first?” Steve asked, threading his fingers with yours as you continued to look at him like he’d grown a second head.

“Really? You’re really gonna do this shit?” Bucky exclaimed, moving from his seat with a loud screech. “You’re gonna preach like the two of you are ‘just friends’, and that you’re basically siblings. Insisting that there’s nothing going on, when you know damn well how I feel!”

Smiling like the cat that got the cream, Steve unwrapped his arm from around you, shoving you gently in Bucky’s direction as you stood dumbfounded. Had Bucky just gone halfway to admitting some kind of feelings for you? “Buck?” You whispered, mouth gaping slightly as Bucky stood, chest heaving, in front of you.

“Shit.” He muttered, hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“I’ll leave you two to talk.” Steve murmured, clapping Bucky on the shoulder as he walked away, triumphant smile on his lips. All he could think was that hopefully the two of you would finally get your heads out of your asses and admit your feelings for one another.

“We need to talk, somewhere quiet…” You murmured, quickly grabbing Bucky by the arm and tugging him out of the crowded room.


“Bucky!” You called up the stairs, trying to rouse the super soldier from the deep slumber he tended to slip into. Sighing when you got no response, you headed back to the kitchen. Plating up the pancakes and bacon, you hummed along to the song that blared out of the speakers. 

“Hey baby.” Bucky’s voice murmured in your ear, strong arms wrapping around your mid-section as he dropped soft kisses to your neck and jaw. “How’re my girls doing today?” He hummed, dropping his hand to caress your swollen stomach as he smiled against the skin of your neck. 

“We’re good baby.” You murmured, hand resting atop of his as you tilted your head. “You need to quit worrying so much.”

“I know, I just love you both too damn much, I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.” He mumbled, burying his face in your neck as you gently caressed his hair.

“Well, I think both me and our baby girl will be just fine. She has the most protective father and godfather to look after her. And I know neither of you would ever let anything happen to us.” You smiled, turning in Bucky’s arms to press a kiss to his lips, not being able to stop the smile that pulled at your lips. “I love you so much…” 
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Imagine Chris trying not to break his promise.

A/N: This was meant to be a one shot, but um- I have a feeling I have another mini series on my hands. Oh God, forgive the bad timing. 😂 It probably won’t be a full-blown mini series, just a few parts. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I’ll see the comments then I’ll decide.

Chris stood outside your apartment block, leaning against his car as he waited for you to show. It was the same drill every morning, ever since your script was bought by Paramount and he was hired to be the director. You didn’t drive and Chris was- well, he was a good guy with a heart of gold; he was always more than happy to go out of his way to drive Sebastian Stan’s baby sister. It was more because of his fond feelings towards you than a favor to his best friend that he was making these detours. And speaking of Sebastian, Chris couldn’t help but think back to what your brother had instructed him to do about his feelings for you.

“Shove it somewhere no one will find, not even you.” Sebastian had told him. “Her career is just blossoming, Chris. It’s bad enough people think Paramount bought her script because of me, if they find out the two of you are…” Sebastian didn’t have to finish his sentence because Chris knew exactly what people would say if they found out you were dating him; the director hired to make your first script into a movie. “I know you care about her, so don’t do this to her.”

Chris sighed because he knew Sebastian was right, he couldn’t let his being with you overshadow your first big break. So he made a promise, a promise that kept him from making a move until the filming and the press tours were done. He’d been just friends with you for so long, what was another six months? It wasn’t like he hadn’t told you how he felt and you could’ve been taken from him at any second; you knew exactly how he felt and you’d told him you felt the same way. You just shared your brother’s concerns and asked politely if the two of you could remain friends until the movie was done and all the dust had settled.

Chris spotted you as soon as you walked out of your apartment building. He chuckled because he could tell from the way your earphones were in, you had forgotten the drill again. You didn’t forget, you just expected him not to drive an hour out of his way to come get you because you’d told him time and time again you were fine taking the bus or a cab. But time and time again, he’d show up at your door ready to pick you up for work.

You were listening to Taylor Swift’s ‘I Know Places’, trying hard not to wince at the irony of your situation. Her song was the perfect depiction of your current relationship with Chris, though it had not yet blossomed as you didn’t know places you could hide away with him. You wished you did, but you knew it wouldn’t have been that simple even if you did; it was never simple when you were constantly under the limelight. The limelight that was worst now that you were starting to make a name for yourself, and not just known as Sebastian Stan’s baby sister. You liked Chris, but you didn’t want to throw your career away before it even started. You couldn’t, especially when being a screen writer was everything you’d ever wanted since you were a little kid. You could still remember how you would write little skits and Sebastian would act it out; your brother was always so supportive of you, you couldn’t disappoint him now.

“Good morning,” Chris stepped in front of you as you started to walk past him. You jumped back, yelping, then huffed when you realized it was just Chris. “Sorry,” he chuckled, gently pulling your earphones from your ears. “I forget that you always have your music up really loud.” He passed you the cables and you chuckled, unplugging it from your phone and stuffing it into your bag. “I see you forgot you have a personal chauffeur.”

“I see you went in the wrong direction again,” you quipped and he laughed. “You know you don’t have to do this every morning, I’m perfectly fine taking public transport.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I am an hour out of the way, Chris. I’m dragging you out of bed way too early, you-”

“You need to realize that I’d drive two hours out of my way for you,” he cut you off with a smile and you found yourself smiling along with him. “Now,” he slapped his hands together, rubbing them with delight. “Have you had breakfast? 'Cause I haven’t and Frank’s Bistro is,” he threw his thumb over his shoulder, “calling.”

“Do we have time?” You asked and he nodded without even glancing at his watch. “Chris,” you laughed, grabbing his wrist to look at the time. It was 7:30AM, and neither of you had to be at the studio until 10AM. As the drive was- from your place- one hour and forty minutes, the two of you had time for breakfast. “Okay,” you released his wrist and he smiled, moving beside you as the two of you walked down to Frank’s. “Breakfast is on me.”

“I prefer breakfast on a plate,” he leaned in and teased with a whisper in your ear, “but I’m more than happy to have you after.” You blushed, but laughed as you shoved him playfully. “Aren’t you glad Seb isn’t here to keep me in check?”

“No,” you tried not to smile as you bit, making Chris laugh so hard he grabbed his left pec. “It’d be much better if he were here,” you said out loud, then thought to yourself when you felt your heart flutter at the sight of Chris, “'cause you’re not the only one that he needs to keep in check.”


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After Frank’s famous Belgian waffles, you and Chris sipped on chai teas and chatted. You still had time before you had to start the drive, and with Chris’ driving- you could afford a few extra minutes. It was always nice to spend time with Chris. You’d been a fan of him since his Johnny Storm days so one could only imagine your excitement when you heard your big brother was going to be working with him on Captain America.

The first time you met Chris was on the set, after weeks of bugging Sebastian- he finally agreed to take you. He was very hesitant about bringing you along knowing how badly you crushed on his co-star. Sebastian had always been a very protective older brother because of the ten year age gap, if he could- he would’ve kept you from all the bad in the world. Of course this didn’t mean he thought Chris was bad, he just wasn’t mentally ready to see you with a guy; a guy he saw you having forever with. He knew you’d bug him to bring you onto the set eventually, so he spent the weeks leading up to that moment to scout Chris out. It was the first time he’d worked with Chris Evans and he needed to know if he was good enough for his baby sister; it didn’t take long, just like it didn’t take long for you and Chris to become close.

Seven years of friendship might make one question why you and Chris didn’t date before you made your big break. You could blame Sebastian’s overprotectiveness, but that wasn’t the main reason. Yeah, he didn’t want you to date Chris until you turned twenty-three at most. But even after you did, you didn’t feel ready to be in a relationship with someone as futuristic and intense as Chris. It wasn’t a bad thing to be because you were the same, you just knew if you’d gotten together with him at the wrong time- you’d lose an amazing guy who you could easily marry and have kids with. You wanted the timing to be perfect, and just as it came close- your script sold and Chris became your director, killing all chances of dating him for a while.  

“I know we’ve been friends for a while now,” Chris began and you tuned back into the conversation. “But I still feel like you haven’t told me everything there is to know about yourself. So what are you hiding from me, Miss Stan?”

“Please,” you laughed. “We’ve been friends for seven years, you know everything there is to know about me. Even some incredibly personal and blackmail worthy details,” you reminded him and he suppressed laughter at all the deep, dark secrets he’d found out about you over the years. “I’m an open book, Mr. Evans.”

“As open as you are, I’m sure there’s a hidden chapter somewhere.”

“Nope, not this girl,” you shook your head. “What you see is what you get.”

“Well, if you ever think of anything,” he smiled, “You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” you reached over the table and patted his hand, “you’re a really good friend.”

“Friend,” he repeated, grimacing. You rolled your eyes with a bit back smile because you knew he was just being overdramatic; he knew very well where he stood when it came to you and your feelings. “Wow, that- that is really hurtful, Y/N. I mean- I’ve professed my love for you and you hit me with a 'you’re a really good friend’. That is stone cold,” he pressed his hand to his heart, “you’re breaking my fragile heart.”

“Like you believe you’re in the friend zone.”

“I’m not your boyfriend, so…” He trailed off, pressing his lips together to hide his smile. You rolled your eyes and he laughed, reaching over the table to take your hand in his. “Maybe Seb really needs to be around when we hang out. What do you think about changing our male lead?” He joked and you laughed, but your eyes remained on Chris’ hand playing with yours. “What’s going on in that pretty little brain of yours?” He asked, squeezing your hand to catch your gaze.

“Pretty little brain of mine?” You scoffed, pulling your hand away. He chuckled as you said, “that seems slightly offensive, Mr. Feminist.” You knew he didn’t mean offense, he’d never do anything to offend you ever. “Let’s see, what goes on in this pretty little brain of mine.” You smirked at him as you repeated his phrase and he winced with a smile. “Well, story ideas- but that’s obvious.” He nodded. “Fluffy puppies like Dodger.” He smiled. “Gummi Bears.” He chuckled. “And one very handsome man.”

“One very handsome man by the name of Chris?” He smirked.

“Oh my God,” you gasped, “how’d you know I was thinking about Chris Pratt?

"Oh wow,” he tried not to laugh as he feigned offense. “That is- wow, Y/N. Low blow.”

“No,” you reached for his hand and smiled sweetly. “There’s only one Chris I think about.” He smiled as you entwined your fingers with his. “It’s not Pratt, or Pine, or Hemsworth.” His smile widened and you tried not to laugh as you wiped that smile off his face with, “it’s Chris Wood.”

“Very funny,” he rolled his eyes and you giggled, drawing your hand back. There was a short moment of silence that brought the two of you to the reality of your situation, saddening you and Chris. “This is a lot harder than I thought it’d be,” he admitted, licking his dry lips.

“Me too,” you sighed.

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Part 2

Pumpkin Juice and Butter Beer- Tom Holland One Shot (Hogwarts AU)

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: You were once friends with Tom, but, because of his Gryffindor pride, he ended the friendship. During your last year, with the help of pumpkin juice and butter beer, you both discover your true feelings for each other.

Word Count: 2500

Warning: Tom’s a bit of a jerk in this.

A/N: Because Tom bashed on Hufflepuffs and I am a proud Hufflepuff. I based this off a Dramione type relationship (because Im a big shipper).

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“"Y/N! You’re never going to believe what just happened to me.” Your friend, Victoire, smiled once she had caught up to you in the corridor.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Teddy’s just asked me to the Yule Ball. Wonderful, isn’t it?” She squealed giddily.

“That’s amazing. I told you he’d ask.” You replied, genuinely happy for your friend.

“Right. Now, we just need to find you a date.” She stated, nudging your shoulder.

“No, we don’t, Vic. I’ll probably just spend my night in the library with the books.”

“I won’t let you.” Victoire said, as you two rounded a corner on your way to Potions, “We will find you a date for the Yule Ball, Y/N.”

“I-” You started, but were cut off by a sharp laugh. You continued to walk to class, ignoring the loud-mouthed Gryffindor, Tom Holland, behind you.

“Y/L/N needs a date to the Yule Ball? What has no one asked the Hufflepuff princess yet? Figures.” He commented. His loud voice echoing off the dungeon halls. Victoire came to a halt, making you stop in your tracks. You both turned around the face him. You could see his group of friends- correction, his posse- behind him.

“Like you’ve got a date to the Ball, Holland.” Victoire replied, making him scoff.

“No girl here at Hogwarts is good enough for me. Not even you, a part Veela, Weasley.”

“I’d rather die than be your date.”

“Come on, Vic. Let’s get to class.” You said, pulling your friend into the classroom, despite all of you having the same potions class. Tom and his group entered shortly after you, sitting on the far side of the room from you.

It hadn’t always been like this. You had met Tom on the train ride to Hogwarts during your first year. He was sorted into Gryffindor and you Hufflepuff. That was where you met your best friend, Victoire Weasley- daughter of war heroBill Weasley and niece of the Golden Trio. You and Tom were close until fifth year. Something in him had switched and he decided his reputation would be damaged if he was friendly to a single Hufflepuff. From then on, he became your biggest annoyance- throwing harsh comments at you while passing by you in the halls of Hogwarts. What hurt the most about his “switch” was that your feelings for him had grown significantly over the few years prior. Your feelings had shifted from platonic to romantic, and Tom suddenly leaving you was the largest pain you had ever felt.

You were pulled from your thoughts when your potions professor entered the room. He turned to the class and asked, “Can anyone tell me what the most powerful love potion is called?”

You raised your hand, immediately knowing the answer. He pointed at you to reply, “Amortentia, sir.”

“Correct, Miss Y/L/N. Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. It’s an incredibly difficult potion to make, which is why, for this Advanced Potion Making class, you will be working in partners as you make it. It will smell different for each person. Whatever you do, do not drink it; if you do, you’ll be spending a lot of time in the infirmary.” He clapped his hands together, “Right. Amortentia can be found on page 83. You know the drill- get brewing!”

“I’ll get the ingredients.” Victoire said, before she left to the cupboard with all of them.

“Ditched already?” Tom questioned as he passed by you.

“What do you want?” You asked, looking up from your textbook.

“Nothing that involves you- that’s for sure.” He replied with a laugh.

“Then why are you at my table?” You replied, glaring at him.

“Wow, you are feisty. I’m just on my way to get ingredients. Don’t get excited, Y/L/N.”

“Over you? Never.” You stated as he turned around to walk towards the cupboard.

“What did he want?” Victoire asked you, setting the ingredients on your table.

“To annoy me, most likely. It’s Holland- what did you expect?” You answered, reading through the instructions. She just shrugged in reply.

“By the way, will you come with me to Hogsmeade tomorrow? I need to find a dress for Saturday.” Victoire asked.

“Of course. What else would I do?”

“Homework? Studying? Reading? There’s a whole list of things you do on the weekend other than socialize.” She replied, making you roll your eyes. “I also need shampoo. Your lavender shampoo doesn’t work with my hair.”

“It’s not my shampoo’s fault that your hair is perfect.” You replied.

“I can’t help it.” Victoire laughed, “Okay, how do we make this love potion?”

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“Did we do this correctly?” You asked.

“I don’t know. Why don’t we smell it?” Victoire suggested.

“That won’t work because Amortentia smells different for everyone.” You stated.

“Well, it looks like what the book described it as.”

“Professor? Can you check ours?” You asked, calling him over. With one glance at it, he smiled at the two of you.

“Perfect. Well done, ladies.” He said, before going off to check the other potions. Victoire leaned in and smelled it.

“Smells like Teddy- bubblegum, broomsticks, and sandalwood.” She smiled, “Your turn.”

“I don’t-”

“Smell it. He said not to drink it. He said nothing about smelling it.”

“Fine.” You sighed before sniffing it. “Freshly cut grass, butter beer, and some musky cologne.”

“Well, who is it?” She asked.

“I don’t know. They’re three random, and very common, scents.”

Across the room, the same discussion was being had between Tom and his friends.

“So who smells like pumpkin juice, apple pie, and lavender?” Harrison asked.

“I’ve got no idea.” Tom replied, shaking his head in confusion.

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The next day, you went with Victoire into the only dress shop in Hogsmeade as she looked for a dress to the ball.

“Y/N, you need to look for a dress for yourself.” Victoire said. She stopped searching for a dress in the racks and turned to you.

“No, I don’t. I’m not going.” You stated.

“You have to go. Please.”

“I can’t third wheel.”

“You won’t. Even Teddy wants you to come. His friends will be there. We’re in a group. Come on, Y/N. Please go with me.” She begged.

“Okay, I’ll go.” You sighed and she clapped her hands together in glee.

“Yay!” She smiled, going back to searching for dresses.

After spending a lot of time in the shop and leaving with a dress for each of you, you and Victoire headed to the Hog’s Head for drinks. You sat in a booth near the door and ordered two pumpkin juices along with a slice of apple pie.

“Tomorrow’s going to be so much fun.” Victoire grinned.

“Sure.” You nodded, taking a sip of your drink. The door opened and in stepped none other than Tom Holland, along with his posse of Gryffindors.

“Ah, boys, the Hufflepuffs have taken our table.” He said, looking at you and Victoire.

“Your name’s not on it, so it’s not yours.” Victoire replied.

“We always sit here, so it’s ours, Weasley.”

“Boohoo, it’s a table. Get over it.” She stated. Tom scoffed before sitting beside you in the booth.

“Well, if you won’t move.” He shrugged. His friends either pulled up some chairs or sat in the booth with you and Victoire.

“You’re such a child, it’s pathetic.” Victoire said as the waitress came over.

“Butter beers all around.” Tom ordered for the group.

“Okay. And your dessert will be right up.” The waitress informed you.

“Thank you.” You smiled as she left. Tom turned to you and eyed the dress bag beside you.

“So, Y/L/N, did you get a date for the Ball after all?” He asked, sitting up straighter in his seat.

“I’m going with friends.” You replied, shifting uncomfortably.

“Victoire’s got a date-what other friends do you have?” He laughed and you looked him in the eye, glaring at him.

“I have other friends. They just happen to not follow me around like my shadow.” You said as the waitress returned.

“Butter beers for the whole group and an apple pie for you.” She stated, handing out the drinks and giving you the dessert. Simultaneously, you and Tom both looked at each other. Tom looked away first, taking a sip of his butter beer. “Would you like a refill on that pumpkin juice?” At the waitress’ question, Tom choked on his drink, thinking back to his Amortentia potion.

“No, thank you.” You replied. She left with a nod.

“Y/N, let’s move to another table.” Victoire said, standing up. You followed her over to an empty table on the complete opposite side of the place.

“You love him!” Victoire stated once you sat down.

“What are you on about?” You asked, hoping to avoid the topic.

“Your Amortentia smelt like him. Think about it: he drinks butter beer, he’s a Quidditch player so that explains the grass, and I bet his cologne is musky.” She explained, “Plus, you totally liked him back in fourth year. I didn’t think you’d hate him, even after what he did to you.”

“You’re unbelievable.” You mumbled, hiding your head in your hands, “I thought you hated him.”

“Oh, I do, but, if you love him, the best thing I can do is support you. I will hex him if he breaks your heart.” Victoire replied and you let out a laugh, “So, was his cologne musky?”

Across the pub, the boys were having a very similar conversation.

“It’s her then?” Harrison asked Tom.

“I didn’t smell any lavender.” He said, denying the very blatant fact in front of him.

“Ask her to the ball. Tell her you like her.”

“You never tell a girl you like her ‘cause it makes you look like an idiot.” Tom replied, causing laughter to erupt throughout his group.

~~~

The next night was the Yule Ball, the biggest dance for Hogwarts students. Your excitement grew as the time drew closer to the ball because of how excited Victoire was for it. You two entered the ballroom and immediately went to find Teddy and his friends.

“Victoire, you look absolutely fantastic.” He smiled at her.

“Thank you.” She blushed.

“May I have this dance?” Teddy asked, holding out his hand to her.

“You may.” She replied, slipping her hand into his and he led her away. You stayed behind and chatted to your fellow Hufflepuffs.

“Look who it is- our favorite Gryffindors.” One of your Hufflepuff classmates said. You turned to see who they were speaking of, only to find it was Tom and his gang. The boys had just arrived to the dance. A few broke off from the group, as they had dates. The others just followed Tom to a table.

“Y/N, didn’t you used to be friends with Holland?” Another one asked. Almost as if he heard his name, Tom looked over at you from across the room. His eyes caught yours, but he quickly turned away to talk to his friends.

“Yeah,” you replied with a nod.

“What happened?” The Hufflepuff inquired.

“It’s a long story.” You answered, “I’m going to grab a drink.” You turned and headed for the drink table. As you were scooping punch into a cup, you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“If it’s pumpkin juice you’re wanting, then that’s not it.”

“What do you want now, Holland?” You asked, turning to him with your cup in hand.

“I just came to warn you that it’s not the pumpkin juice you’d like.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Because,” he took the cup out of your hand and set it on the table beside you, “the Slytherins put firewhiskey in it and who likes a combination of firewhiskey and pumpkin juice.”

“I guess I’ll just go thirsty then.” You replied.

“What? I don’t get a 'thank you’?” Tom asked, making you roll your eyes.

“Thank you.” You said. You began to walk away when his hand caught your wrist.

“Wait. I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

“About?”

“Pumpkin juice.” He replied, dropping your wrist. You gave him a confused look. “What I mean is- do you like pumpkin juice?”

“Yes, it’s my favorite drink.”

“And apple pie is your favorite dessert?” Tom questioned and you warily nodded, “And lavender your favorite scent?”

“How did you know-”

“My Amortentia smells like you- all the things that you love.”

“Look, Tom-”

“I’m sorry for everything. I really liked you back in fifth year, but a lot of Gryffindors kept telling me that I can’t be with a Hufflepuff and I fell into their peer pressure trap. I thought by being mean to you, my feelings would go away. The truth is, though, they haven’t- not one bit. With the Amortentia, it hit me that I do still care about you and I do still love you.” After he finished his speech, you stood breathless in front of him as you tried to process all that you had just heard. “Please, say something.”

“Mine too.” You mumbled.

“Pardon?”

“My Amortentia smelt like you too- butter beer, freshly cut grass, and musky cologne.”

“Really?” He asked hopefully.

“Yes.” You nodded in confirmation.

“So, Y/N, am I forgiven?”

“I’ll forgive you, but don’t expect me to forget.” You replied, causing a smile to form on his face.

“May I have this dance?” Tom asked, holding his arm out to you. You smiled as you placed your hand in his.

~~~

“Come on, Vic! We’re going to be late.” You said, pulling your friend down the corridor.

“Why are we in such a hurry? It’s only Quidditch.” She asked.

“Yes, but it’s Hufflepuff versus Gryffindor.”

“Which one are you supporting then?” Victoire questioned, pointing to the Gryffindor scarf around your neck.

“I am rooting for Hufflepuff, but supporting Tom. I’m not going to support the entire Gryffindor team.” You explained as you two hurried up into the Hufflepuff stands. Your fellow Hufflepuffs gave you questioning looks for wearing a Gryffindor tie. In your defense, you evened it out with a Hufflepuff beanie.

“Look! There he is!” You grinned as the competing teams entered the field. Tom immediately found you in the stand and waved your way. You waved back, watching him smile excitedly.

“And look! There’s Teddy.” Victoire said, waving over to her boyfriend on the opposite side of the field.

“May the best seeker win.” You stated.

“Hey, you said you were rooting for Hufflepuff.”

“Well, our chasers could score enough that Gryffindors catching the snitch doesn’t automatically make them win the game.”

“Hufflepuff better win, Y/N, or your house is going to be very upset with you.” She replied and you shrugged.

“I don’t care what my house thinks. I’ve got you, my best friend, and I’ve got Tom, the best boyfriend there is.” You said, hugging Victoire as the game began.

Title: I Do… Not

Warnings: Swears

Request: Ooooh a William Nylander pleaseeee :) Whatever is fine :) AND Could you do a Mitch Marner or William Nylander imagine?

Note: Ahhh… Why am I writing all these open ended stories recently? If anyone wants a part 2, let me know and I’ll add it to the list.

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests


You could hear the faint chatter of all your friends and family gathering on the lawn. 20 minutes; only 20 minutes and you would be marrying the love of your life. You were chatting with one of your bridesmaids in the bridal suite when a familiar flash of blond hair walked past the tiny window in the door. A smile pulled at your lips, jumping up and dashing to the door.

“Willy!” you called after the retreating figure, cracking open the door of your dressing room. He stopped dead in his tracks, turning slowly to face you. “Where are you going? The wedding is that way.” you grinned, pointing down the hall.

“Wha… uh… I was- I was just leaving.” he stammered, nervously running a hand through his hair.

“Leaving? Why?” you asked, furrowing your brow in confusion. “The ceremony is still twenty minutes away.”

“I just, uh… I think I’m coming down with something.” he explained, quickly. His normally bright grin was nonexistent. “I don’t want to ruin your big day.” he said, offering you a weak smile.

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Push

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Summary: Jared kisses you before he leaves for Vancouver. Can you make the distance work, or will he be just another fling like every other shoddy relationship you’ve ever had?

Word Count: 1,077

Warnings: self doubt, talk of past abuse, fluff

A/N: A very late submission for @iwriteaboutdean‘s challenge, and my song was Push by Matchbox Twenty. I swear I’ll get better at deadlines. This took forever to write, and I have about six different versions of it floating around in my empty headspace, but this is the one y’all get. Enjoy!


Originally posted by themegalosaurus

“I don’t know if I’ve ever been good enough.” You looked at your feet as you scuffed them across the pavement. “It’s… been a long time, Jared. I just - I don’t know if any of them have ever really loved me.” You slumped against his side.

“Of course you’re good enough, [Y/N]. You deserve so much more than they could ever give you. You deserve someone who treats you like a queen. You deserve-” He wanted to keep going, but you stopped him.

“Someone like… you?” You dared to look him in the eyes.

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Avengers Preference- How The Avengers Feel About You; The Youngest Member Of Their Team

Natasha Romanoff:

At first Natasha would be weary of it. With everything that went on with her in the Red Room she wouldn’t want another teens life to be cut short and turned to assassination. Although after sometime and many training sessions later, she would grow close to you. Natasha took on the ‘motherly’ role when you were around. She was constantly scolding you and kept a close eye on you no matter what. Occasionally her protective side made you annoyed but it was nice to know she cared. Natasha, similar to Steve, also recommended to Shield HQ that you be kept out of missions that put you in a too risky battle state for her liking. Often times during fights where you were sent along, Nat would be finding herself distracted from her fight and glancing over at yours to make sure you were still alive. If anything bad happen to you under her watch she would never forgive herself.

Tony Stark:
You were his little prodigy. Tony saw himself in everything thing you did. He would offer to let you watch over him in the lab when you were forced to stay back and out of the action. Tony would teach you anything and everything you desired. Though he refused to admit it, Tony considered you as his daughter. You had shared experiences, your parents were killed when you were younger leaving you to be an orphan. But when Shield got a hold of your case and discovered your powers, you were immediately recruited and now were apart of The Avengers. Tony was the one to research your file. The moment he caught word that the team was getting a new member he dug every bit of information out on you that he could. He insisted that you studied at the Avengers Tower alongside Peter Parker and hired the best tutors possible to make sure you could reach your full potential. Tony Stark was determined to give you the childhood he never got which was the main reason he fought against allowing you in on missions, but he also understood why you were needed in the fight so in most cases he let you go. Despite this, you were the only person Tony cared about more than his work.

Thor Odinson:
Thor was absolutely amazed by you. He had never met a mortal your age with the powers and abilities you possessed. You taught him human terms and filled him in on all the references he didn’t understand. Being the youngest on the team, there still so much that you had yet to do. The farthest you had gone out of the country was to Russia for a mission with the team. That being said, Thor insisted on taking you to his home realm of Asgard for your birthday and as a reward for all your hard work on the team. Also, Thor was frequently visiting you and asking for advice on Jane. Thor held a whole universe of trust in you and found himself considering you to be one of his closest friends.

Clint Barton:
He avoided you when you first joined the team. In Clint’s opinion you were far too young and innocent to take on the role of an Avenger. He only shared short conversations with you during your training sessions with Steve and Natasha. Hawkeye didn’t take a liking to you until he caught you one early morning sneaking around in the vents listening in on a top secret conversation between Nick Fury and Tony Stark. That was when Clint took advantage of your small form and eager teenage mind and transformed you into his new found pranking partner. The two of you would wake at the crack of dawn and begin your prankster ways. Your main target of choice was Natasha and Tony. It was obvious neither of them would yell too much at you so when you were to get caught, you took the fall. Bucky had been your latest victim of harmful jokes. You and Hawkeye had returned late from a movie and when you found Bucky passed out on the couch with his metal arm dangling dangerously close to the ground, you couldn’t resist. By the time Steve had waltzed into the room, Clint and yourself had managed to stick thirty small magnets of various colors along Bucky’s bionic arm. Hawkeye took the blame for that one even though Steve knew both of you were in on it. Let’s just say Clint had a special place in his heart for you.

Bruce Banner:

Like Clint, he ignored you. Truthfully, Bruce Banner admired your young mind and the brilliance that you held, but he was fearful of bringing a kid your age onto the team. He was well aware that in most cases under his Hulk form he had close to no control over himself so he distanced himself as far from you as possible. The last thing he wanted was to injure you. You tried to coax him and form a friendship but every time you got even the least bit of personal with him like discussing your hometown, he grew silent. All that changed when you took on a fight side by side with the Avengers in Germany. The team had just invaded the main Hydra base of the region. Shots were coming from every which direction and when Bruce, in his Hulk form, saw you from the corner of his eye fighting off a parade of enemies, he couldn’t stand by and pretend you didn’t exist anymore. He wiped out the whole army that had attacked you and brought you safely back to base. Even in his green state of being, Bruce was able to control himself and save your life, and that was all that mattered. After that he hardly ever question you about joining in on missions with the team because he knew if something went wrong either himself or one of the other members of the team would be there to help you out.

Wanda Maximoff:

You quickly became best friends, practically sister. You two bonded over your abilities and coped with your loses. You and Wanda gossiped over juicy new that traveled through the Tower and shared secrets over the boys you took a liking to. Wanda was the only one you let in on regarding the crush you had on a certain spiderboy. She kept quiet on the subject but teased you subtly whenever a chance presented itself. You made her swear not to tell Steve or Tony whom you knew would have a cow, which she didn’t. Wanda encouraged you to fight because she believed in you and the outstanding potential you held. Wanda taught you the language of her home country and often times the two of you would communicate through Sokovian dialect when any of your other team members were around. Wanda was one of the only people on the team who truly understood you and didn’t look down upon you for your age.

Bucky Barnes:
Besides Steve, you were Bucky’s favorite member of the Avengers team. He opened up to you slowly about some of his experiences with Hydra. Like most of the team, Bucky had little to no faith and trust in you when you were first recruited to join the team but over time his perspective altered. Bucky started to view you as less than a child that needed to be watched over and more as a friend, that’s not to say he still didn’t watch over you. Bucky was hesitant and kept himself closed off around most but to you he couldn’t. You reminded James of pre-serum Steve, you were like his little sister and he loved you like family, although he tried not to show it.

Steve Rogers:

In Steve’s eye, you were practically his daughter. From the moment he met you, Steve swore he would do anything and everything to keep you out of harms way. So of course he was upset when he found Fury clearing you for multiple missions. All his attempts to talk you out of the fights failed and much like Steve himself, you refused to back down from a fight. That was one of the main traits of yours that Steve Rogers admired most. There weren’t many things that Tony and Steve agreed on but the importance of your schooling was definitely one of them. Tony hired the most high end tutors because he knew how bright minded you were and the capability you held. Steve on the other hand wanted you to go through schooling incase you ever decided to drop the Avenging and Shield gig and start and family, being the fatherly figure he was. This being said that didn’t mean Captain America didn’t believe in you because he did. He really did. Steve realized after his first mission with you that you would be on of the greatest gains the team has ever come by, but he cared about your safety and well-being more. Nonetheless, Steve always had people checking in on you during the fight and made sure you never strayed too far from him.

Too Right To Be Wrong [Chapter 1]

New Series!!! Request by an awesome anon that inspired me to turn it into a series :) hope you guys enjoy!

Series Genre: Angst/Smut/Fluff

Originally posted by myjaebutt


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Too Good [r.m.]

This one was actually requested by @jxggie-jxnes, so thank you for the amazing prompt and I hope it meets your expectations!!

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Reggie Mantle x reader in which science become important.

(Y/N/N)= your nickname

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~~~

Jason Blossom had changed (and simultaneously ruined) the small town of Riverdale when his twin sister, Cheryl, claimed he drowned in Sweetwater River.

For (Y/N) (L/N) however, her life was ruined a day before his mysterious disappearance when her boyfriend, Reggie Mantle, broke up with her down at Sweetwater River.

Maybe that river was just cursed.

Reggie Mantle had asked (Y/N) (L/N) to accompany him to the Homecoming dance (A/N: what the heck is homecoming btw?) in freshman year and they had been together ever since. At least, until he broke up with her on July 3rd.

~~~

Brokenhearted and on the verge of tears, they young girl stumbled to Pop’s, hoping that a milkshake would make everything better. Pop’s personally delivered her milkshake, adding a side of onion rings as he looked at her sympathetically.

“Don’t worry (Y/N), this one’s on me,” he said. She simply smiled in thanks.

As she sat in the booth, she couldn’t help but wonder what she had done. Why had Reggie left her? She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice the figure sliding into the seat across from her. She looked up when she heard someone clear their throat, only to lock eyes with a pair of blue ones.

“(Y/N) are you okay?” she heard them ask.

“Just peachy Betty,” she grumbled.

“(Y/N)…” Betty trailed off as the girl looked up at her with tear-filled eyes. She immediately got up and went to her side, enveloping the girl in her arms just as she began crying.

“He broke up with me Betty,” the girl whispered. “No explanation or anything. He just…left me.”

Betty couldn’t help but feel angry at “Mantle the Magnificent” as she held the broken girl, whispering comforting words to her as she soothingly rubbed her back. “C’mon, let’s get you out of here.”

Betty took (Y/N) to her house, where they just sat and talked for hours.

“I don’t know what I did,” the (H/C) haired girl said.

“I’m certain you didn’t do anything (Y/N)” Betty instantly replied. “Reggie’s just incredibly stupid.

“Besides, you don’t need him (Y/N). You are strong and intelligent and you certainly don’t need someone like Reggie around in order for you to know your worth,” Betty finished.

Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) smiled slightly. “Y’know what Betty? You are absolutely right. Thank you, for today. Thank you for being there for me.”

The two girls smiled at each other. A new friendship had been forged.

~~~

The rest of (Y/N)’s summer was spent hanging out with Betty and Archie. Archie had accepted her into their small group without hesitation and they had grown quite close.

With both of them by her side, (Y/N) felt invincible. She felt like she could do anything. She was certain she would be all right.

At least, she was, until the first day of school came around. The first day of school brought around many new challenges: Cheryl Blossom being a bitch, the new girl Veronica Lodge, and the most difficult of them all, Biology.

~~~

Everything had been fine. (Y/N) was going to pair up with Betty for that class and she would have no trouble there, seeing as how Biology was one of her best subjects. But their teacher decided to be a bitch and ruin her plans.

“Alright kids, listen up!” the teacher exclaimed. “This year, I will be picking your partners!”

(Y/N) glanced around the room uneasily, accidentally locking eyes with Reggie, who had been staring at her from across the room.

“Alright, Veronica Lodge and Josie McCoy. Archie Andrews and Kevin Keller,” (Y/N) zoned out as her teacher kept talking, only listening when Betty’s name was called. “Betty Cooper and Cheryl Blossom.”

(Y/N) made a face as Betty moved over to where Cheryl was.

“(Y/N) (L/N) and Reggie Mantle,” the girl dropped her book as she heard her partner’s name before quickly recovering and making her was over to the only free lab station, not missing Betty’s shocked expression.

“Hey (Y/N/N),” Reggie greeted. “Its been awhile.”

“Don’t call me that,” the girl snapped. ‘Calm down (Y/N), be a decent person’. Gritting her teeth and turning to Reggie, she mustered up a small smile. “Let’s get this work done yeah?”

~~~

One month later, Reggie still hadn’t stopped bothering (Y/N) during Bio.

Three months later, and they were back to joking around like they used to, before the break up.

Everyone was surprised to say the least. Betty was nervous about their friendship, as was Archie, who had become like a big brother figure to the (H/C) girl.

For (Y/N) however, Reggie was the least of her problems. The young girl had been panicking over her next big volleyball game, which was the championship game of the season. So when Reggie had started speaking to her on a daily basis (both in and out of class), she hadn’t given it much thought.

Whilst sitting in class one day, Reggie had noticed (Y/N)’s jumpy behavior.

“(Y/N/N)? What’s wrong?” he had questioned.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, (Y/N) had told him all of her doubts. That she wasn’t good enough to be on the team. That she was going to mess up the game. That she was going to be the reason that they would lose.

Reggie had quickly shut down her worries and given her an encouraging smile, telling her that she was enough. That she wasn’t going to mess up the game. That she was going to be the reason that they would win the championship.

~~~

The day of the game came a lot quicker than (Y/N) expected, and she was a bundle of nerves. Betty and Archie had stayed with her before the game started, whispering words of encouragement and praising her. As her team captain came in to give her the “five minutes til the game” signal, Betty began heading out.

“I’ll be sitting right out there ok? Cheering you on every step of the way,” Betty said before giving (Y/N) a tight hug.

After she left, (Y/N) turned to face Archie, raising her eyebrow.

“Listen (Y/N/N),” Archie began. “You are one of the most amazing players on the team. Don’t doubt yourself now. You’ve come such a long way and now is your time to shine. Go out there and make me proud kiddo.”

Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) launched herself at Archie, enveloping him in a hug.

“Uh, is now a bad time?”

The pair broke apart as they heard a familiar voice. (Y/N) looked at Archie and blushed as he wiggled his eyebrows at her and left, quickly wishing her a ‘good luck’.

He gave Reggie an unreadable look as he passed him, shaking his head at the dark-haired boy.

“So, uh, good luck out there,” Reggie said, standing by the doorway awkwardly.

The (H/C) haired girl quickly gave a small ‘thank you’, already walking past him to go join her teammates. She was stopped however, by Reggie’s hand shooting out and grabbing her wrist, gently pulling her to him as he captured her lips in a hesitant kiss as he wound his other arm around her waist. She couldn’t help but kiss back. She had missed this. She had missed him.

“Why Reggie?” she asked as they pulled away. “Why did you leave me?”

Reggie swallowed hard before answering, his lips pink and slightly swollen from the kiss they had shared less than a minute ago.

“I wasn’t enough (Y/N),” he whispered. “You were this amazing, talented girl, and I wasn’t good enough for you. I’m just a jock who does okay in school. But you, you’ve got an amazing future and I was just holding you back.”

“How dare you Reggie Mantle!” the girl exclaimed. “That is the most selfish thing I’ve ever heard. If anything, you’re too good for me. Everyone loves you and you do amazing in school. I chose to be with you Reggie. I love you.”

Reggie froze at her words before smiling and pulling her in for another kiss. “I love you too. Now go out there and win.”

~~~

And win she did. Riverdale had won the championship volleyball game all thanks to (Y/N)’s efforts.

As she walked into Pop’s with Reggie after the game, Betty and Archie, sitting in their usual booth, couldn’t help but notice the lovestruck expressions on their face as they walked, pinkies linked, to an empty booth.

And they knew, as Reggie placed his letterman jacket around (Y/N)’s shoulders, that no matter how much of a dick, or how big his ego was, that he would never do anything to harm her again.

~~~

I dunno how I feel about this. I don’t know if I portrayed him alright or not but I would like to write more for him in order to improve. i hope this was okay!

Also, asks are open.

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Dances and Kissing

Summary: Archie Andrews invites you to the back-to-school dance, hoping that this is finally his opportunity to take your friendship to the next level.

Word Count: 2,150

A/N: My first Archie/Riverdale fic! I had a blast writing this out and I hope you all enjoy it just as much. Feedback would be greatly appreciated too, folks :-) 

Originally posted by dailycwriverdale

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The Devil Drinks Tequila

BTS Yoongi / Bad Boy / Words: 4,617 / Warnings: underage drinking, lotta cursing
@savageyoonji requested:  Hey!! could I possibly request a drabble (or whatever you prefer) about being at school with Suga who is kind of a bad boy and you have a tiny secret crush on him? Thank you so much!!
A/N: this took 10 years and it aint even good im so sorry

Black printed words on a page floated before your vision like waves in the ocean before you blinked hard, wishing that the school sold coffee somewhere on campus. No matter how long your afternoon naps were, or how early you shut your phone off and retired it to your nightstand, you were always so damn tired. And it didn’t help when your government teacher was a raving bitch, that yelled at the whole class like a madwoman about a cheating scandal that she claims to have happened. You had probably rolled your eyes fifty times that day, because you were so done with high school and teachers and the way they believed they could manipulate students just because they were older. But there you were, stuck in the library, trying to force yourself to care about the media and it’s impact on public opinion. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t find a way.

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Your Eyes Look Like Coming Home - Bughead Fanfic

A little idea that came to me based off of a post by @jandjsalmon so thank you for the burst of creative energy I needed! 

Also I want to start taking prompts so if you have any, please feel free to send them my way! :)

Summary: 

People spend their whole lives waiting until the day they can see the world in color; the day they finally meet their soulmate. Sometimes it takes years, decades, nearly lifetimes until you meet that one special person.

Unless, of course, you’re Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones who have both seen the world in color since they met each other when they were two years old. Everyone always says that they’re so lucky to have met when they were so young, that they have their whole lives to be together and in love. There’s just one teeny tiny problem.

Betty and Jughead hate each other.


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You and Alex had become so close since you met over a year ago. The first day on set you had approached him eagerly wanting to meet all your new castmates and his infectious personality and bubbly spirit had drawn you in immediately. You spent a lot of time together seeing as you played brother and sister, going over lines and practicing scenes together but it seems that fans loved that you spent time together outside of work or scripts. You had become somewhat of a staple in Alex’s Instagram over the past year and he had more than a few starring posts on your own Instagram, causing fans to ship you together with a fanatic passion. Most recently relationship rumours had sparked when you had gone to Thailand with Alex and his family and a stream of holiday pictures with each other had emerged online. You had to admit that you did have a crush on Alex, though you had already accepted that you were only going to be friends. It had been hard initially trying to get over your feelings for him when you were working together 24/7 but you had done it and here you were, back on set for season 5B. 

You had just exited your trailer when you heard an excited voice shout your name. Turning around you saw it was Alex dressed in full costume and running towards you at a fast speed. He reached you are smothered you as he hugged you tightly. You couldn’t help but hug back with a smile. After a few moments you pulled away and looked up at him.

“Hello to you too.” You greeted with a chuckle. “I’ve only been away for a week. Can you really not function without me for a week?” Alex looked at you with an expression of mock hurt and slung his arm around your shoulder pulling you into him as you walked to your next set.

“Am I not allowed to miss my favourite fake sister? Or her brownies? You know I need sustenance and I am only a young man who cannot cook. You however can cook more than noodles so yes, I did miss you and also your cooking.” He replied, a stupid teasing grin on his face.

“Ah Alex, you always have your priorities set straight. Also, when are we going out again? Marco was telling me about a new bar in the city that we should head to for Fridays.” Once you mentioned Marco’s name, Alex’s smile lessened at he looked down at you. You were unaware of Alex’s change in mood and continued to chat a little more until you reached the first set of the day. “Ok. Let’s do this. Just like riding a bike.” You said nervously, the first day back jitters causing you to bounce on your toes.

“You’ll do great Y/N, don’t worry.” Alex said, pulling you into a hug. You were interrupted by your names being called and so off you went to work.


A long day later, you had headed over to Alex’s apartment for a pizza and a drink. Your feet were so sore and you had spread out over your friend’s couch as he sat across from you, scoffing down a pizza. Sitting up, you addresses him. “Hey, give me some of that before there’s none left. That was supposed to be my pizza anyway but since I’m such a generous person I let you have a slice. That was four slices ago. Hand it over Andersen.” 

“Fine. You should have gotten some earlier though. I’m an eating machine, you should know that no matter who’s food it is, the rule is still first in first served.” He said with a cocky grin, the one that was so familiar to you.

“Speaking of, Marco wanted to know if we were in for Friday? 7 O’Clock at Denny’s?” You watched as Alex rolled his eyes and scoffed. In turn you raised an eyebrow, confused at why he was acting like this at a simple suggestion.

“You and Marco have been talking an awful lot Y/N. Are you sure there isn’t something going on between you two?”

You laughed as you looked at him. “Between Marco and I? There is nothing between us and I highly doubt there ever will be. Why does it matter anyway?” You asked. Alex looked at his hands for a moment before he muttered out something inaudible. “What was that?” This time he spoke louder, enough for you to hear.

“It matters because I like you.”  

You were shocked. How was it possible that Alex, your best friend, liked you. The guy that you had convinced yourself would never feel that way about you was here in front of you telling you he liked you.

“What?” You asked softly, evidently in shock. “You like me?”

“Well it’s probably closer to love, but I don’t want to scare you off.” He replied voice shaking . You smiled at him lovingly and crawled down to join him on the floor. You sat next to him and took his hands in yours.

“You can’t scare me off because I love you too. I was just scared that you didn’t feel the same way and I couldn’t bare to destroy our friendship.” When you stopped speaking you could see the brilliant smile forming on Alex’s face and you couldn’t help but mirror it.

“Can I kiss you Y/N?” He asked already leaning in close. You simply nodded and then his lips were on yours. You couldn’t believe this was happening and to think that it was better than you had ever imagined. His lips were soft and warm and moulded against your own lips perfectly. You kissed for what felt like hours and when you finally pulled away it was to gasp in air.  “That was amazing.” He said grinning like an idiot.

“Yes, yes it was. I do love you you know. I have for a while.” You rested your forehead against his own and smiled back at him. 

“I’ve think I’ve loved you since you went on that midnight walk with me in August.” Alex said, looking deep into your eyes.

“I remember that. That was the first time we held hands.”

“I hope we can hold hands more now.”

“Me too.” You whispered as you kissed him once more.


My first Alex imagine down! I hope it was ok :)

EDIT -  I changed the last Gifs at the bottom after someone said that they were having a hard time imagining the girls as a daughter of Ragnar and Aslaug so I have changed them. They are now pictures of Willa Fitzgerald, who I feel looks like a female mix of Ragnar and Aslaug.