Request//anon: Xmen prequel imagine where reader is in the friend group with Scott, jean and etc and one night they’re hanging out and talking about things and they start talking about first kisses and reader quickly makes up an excuse to leave the room because she hasn’t kissed anyone before and no one knows except warren, so warren follows her out of the room and they kiss and are all cute???
“Okay, but first kisses,” Jean says laughing while reaching for another slice of pizza.
“What about them?” Scott arched an eyebrow under his glasses.
“Ya know, when, where, who,” she drags out the last one, smirking,
“the juicy stuff,” Jubilee adds, with a bubbly laugh.
You, Jean, Scott, Kurt, Jubilee, and Warren, were all seated in the very back of the X mansion library, up way past curfew, slowly working your way through two x-large pizzas, and just about every topic of conversation. It was nights like this you lived for, when things seemed perfectly normal, when you could of been mistaken as regular students, not mutants having to cope with the stress of a mission or assignment.
“I’ll go first, then we can go around the rest of the circle and everyone can say,” Jean smiled. You shifted uncomfortably at the sudden change of topics, fiddling with the worn out lace on your shoe. Your gaze was directed at the floor so you didn’t notice Warren watching you carefully. The truth was you hadn’t had your first kiss yet. It wasn’t a huge deal, but you were still a tad embarrassed. You wanted it to happen, it just hadn’t yet, and not with the right person.
“Hey I’ll go grab us some more pop,” you suddenly said, pushing yourself off the floor to stand.
“Alright thanks,” Scott grinned without a second thought, as Jean dove into her story. You turned on your heel and made your way the the kitchen, exhaling a long breath of relief, since you got out just before letting everyone know you’d never been kissed.
You opened the stainless steel fridge once you arrived in the kitchen, fishing a few old cans of soda out of the back. You then hopped on the counter, cracking open a can for yourself, deciding you should wait a bit before reentering the library, just to make sure they had changed topics.
You were sipping on your drink and absentmindedly swinging your feet against the cupboards when a sudden voice pulled you from your thoughts.
“Hey,” you looked up to see Warren.
“Hi,” you smiled “why aren’t you back in there dishing out some great stories?”
“Just needed to stretch my legs,” he shrugged, walking over to you.
“So what’s your great first kiss story?” You asked with a laugh.
“Nothing great,” he reached for a can of soda resting by you, “just a girl I used to know.” You nodded at his words unsure how to respond. He was the only one of all your friends who knew you hadn’t had your first kiss yet. You’d let it slip to him a long time ago while talking. He was super cool about it, not teasing you in the slightest. He took a drink before setting the can down again. “You know this topics gonna come up again, it’s just a matter of time,” he faced you.
“I know,” you groaned in reply, shaking your head, “don’t remind me, it’s so embarrassing.”
“Hey no,” he corrected you, “it’s totally cool, but if you do want a story, ya know, well…” his voice trailed off and you could see a touch a redness creeping onto his cheeks. You suddenly caught onto his words, and bit your lip, holding back a smile. You hopped off the counter, facing him. He smiled brightly, reaching up the push back a piece of your hair, and began leaning in,
“okay wait-” you stopped him.
“What’s wrong, are you okay?” he looked honestly concerned.
“Ya it’s just, well, what if I’m a shitty kisser?” You shuffled your feet.
“(Y/N),” he laughed, “I can promise you won’t be.”
“Okay, okay,” you chewed your lip for a moment nervously, then quickly leaned into Warren, your lips touching his. He kissed you back instantly, wrapping his hands around your waist, gently pulling you closer. It seemed to last forever, but was honestly just a few seconds before you broke apart.
“Wow,” he said, taken back.
“What? was it bad? I knew it-”
“No,” he stopped you, “it was good, really good,” he gave your hand, which you didn’t even realize he was holding, a light squeeze. You felt your cheeks grow warm.
“S-should we rejoin the party?” You finally said, it still felt like your heart was racing.
“In a minuet, it’s nice out here too,” he replied, smiling. You had to agree with that. A story, great pizza, decent soda, and a first kiss, it was nights like this you lived for, the normal ones, the simple ones.
Request: Race x reader with the soulmate au where you have your soulmates name written on you. but the thing is, race goes by race (not his real name, anthony. according to the movie) so the reader doesn’t know it’s him? -Anon
[My computer crashed while writing this so I had to rewrite it. I am not a happy bunny.] [Update: I finished this like two days ago and FORGOT to post it I’m such a fake writer I’m sorry. -Fiona]
Anthony. The name you’ve known all your life. Everyone grows up with two names, their own and their soulmates. Their soulmate’s name inscribed on their wrist, always the left, like a birthmark.
So, somewhere out there, there was a boy called Anthony who you were destined to be with. That was always a strange thought to you, almost daunting. You’re not supposed to go looking for a soulmate, it’s always a chance meeting. And you were no different.
You were getting a newspaper for your parents, as you did every day. You got your paper from the same newsboys, always Buttons, Jack, or Albert. All big flirts, of course. But it was such a sunny day today, the short walk to your usual’s selling spot wouldn’t be enough for you. You decided to take a different turn in your journey, newsies were everywhere so you’d have no trouble finding someone else to sell you your paper.
Sure enough, later on in the day when it had gotten cooler and you were done walking, there were several newsies on the street waving their papers.
As if reading your mind, a voice caught your attention, “You wantin’ a pape, miss?” The voice belonged to a newsboy.
…And damn, this boy was it. Blonde curls unneatly tucked into a typical newsboy cap. He was smiling at you, and as you looked at him he put a cigar in his mouth. You walked sheepishly towards him.
“Hi. Uh yeah, I’ll have a paper, please.” You said shyly, the smile didn’t leave the newsie’s face.
“Sure thing, doll.” He replied with what must have been the thickest accent you’d ever heard. He handed over a newspaper and you gave him the money, which he tossed into the air and caught again, “You had that look about ya.”
“Like you were looking for something.” The boy told you, studying you inquisitively.
“A look of looking?” You repeated, laughing softly. “And you thought that thing was a newspaper?”
“Well if you’re lookin’ for sum’n and you don’t know what it is, maybe it’s some good news.” He replied, tapping the pape in your hands, “The headline’s nuttin’ special, but you see stories about…people savin’ kittens in trees and stuff.”
You laughed, the boy smiled again at his own words. God, he was awkward. A silence fell over you for a few seconds.
“Congratulations on winning the strike.” You said, remembering the conversation you’d had with Jack the day before.
Immediately the boy’s face lit up, “Thanks! Wanna see me in the pape?” He whipped out a single page from his pocket and unfolded it neatly. You recognized it as the front page from the New York Sun sometime the week before.
The boy pointed to one of the smiling faces on the page, “See dat? Dat’s me in the pape!” He declared with such excitement he was almost jumping on the spot.
“Aw, he’s doing it again!” Another boy shouted from across the road, another newsie.
“Quit botherin’ the customers, Race!” A third one yelled.
“Bother yoursel’, I’m famous!” Your newsboy yelled back, who you now knew as Race. The cigar was out of his mouth and wedged between the fingers of his balled fist to make a charming hand gesture to his pals.
“You all look great.” You chimed in, turning Race’s attention back to you.
“Thank you, madam. Can I count on your custom tomorrow? I won’t move from this very spot just for you.” Then Race clicked his heels and saluted proudly like a soldier. You laughed, but it was a nervous one… Wow, was it getting hot or was it just you? ….Or was it just him?
You broke out of your train of thought, he’s a charmer, it’s part of his job that’s all.
“We’ll see, Race.” You replied, a smile playing on your lips.
“I’ll be waiting.” You hear him call as you walk away.
You tried to stay away, you really did. The next morning you kept looking at your wrist. Anthony was out there somewhere and yet you couldn’t tear your thoughts away from this newsboy. Race wasn’t your soulmate, so why did you feel so connected to him? When you left the house that morning you weren’t even walking to get a paper but once you saw Race, exactly where he said he’d be, you couldn’t not speak to him again. He saw you approaching he waved, then wiped his hand on his pants, almost looking anxious.
“Hey, doll. Beautiful day, ain’t it?” He greeted, stretching his arms out, papes in hand.
“I guess.” You replied, looking up at the gray cloudy sky, “Not like yesterday, though. Any good news in the pape today?”
“Not much. But I gotsa special pape right here for ya anyways.” Race took a newspaper from the top of the pile but wouldn’t give it to you yet.
“What’s special about it?” You ask before mentally scolding yourself for sounding too flirtatious. Race smirked and lifted the paper to his lips, planting a kiss on it before giving it to you.
“That is.” He said smugly. You blushed madly, so did he. Then you both heard a wolf whistle from one of Race’s friends from the day before, not so subtly hiding behind a lamppost.
Race cleared his throat and looked at his shoes, “Anyway, it’s stupid, I know.”
“No, ignore him.” You said quickly, smiling reassuringly, “You’re sweet.”
Race was still looking down, but you saw the big grin spread across his face. Then he started walking around, but only ever a few steps away from you, sometimes tapping his feet on the paves, “So, I still don’t know your name, sweetheart.”
“It’s Y/N.” You said, you already knew to your disappointment that it wasn’t his name on your wrist, so you were surprised when Race almost tripped over nothing. He wobbled and looked at you with a new urgency in his eyes.
“Lemme see yer wrist.” Race said, speaking so fast it almost came out as one word.
You sighed, feeling a downward tug on your heart, “It’s not yo-”
“Anthony! My name’s Anthony!” He blurted, searching for a reaction on your face, and he saw what he was hoping for. “Please, lemme see.”
He reached his hand out between you, it was visibly trembling. Just as shaky you put your own hand in his. He turned it over to see the name etched into your skin, running his finger over the familiar letters. Without shifting his gaze from the name, he showed you his free hand with your name on his wrist.
“You asked sum’n about good news?”Race Anthony said, finally looking up from your arm with the biggest smile on his face.
You still had a gentle grip on his wrist, struggling to form words, “I- I am not entirely sure what’s going on.” You managed to say. Anthony laughed at the expression on your face.
“Yeah, sorry, musta been a shock. Race is a nickname… you should probably know I have a thing for gamblin’“
“I have never been so happy to hear that.” You said through a sigh, putting your hand on the back on his head and bringing his lips to meet yours. He immediately melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.
Then you heard the erupted applause of the crowd of newsies that had now gathered a few meters away from you.
“Extra, extra! A true miracle of God has happened this day, folks! Race has a gurlfriend!”
A daddy!Harry blurb about H taking his little guy out to the movies! Check out the blurb that inspired me, written by my lovely friend, here. Feedback is always appreciated, hope you enjoy! ✨💗💓
It was a warm, summer afternoon when Harry and his four year old son, Xavier, left the house. The pair were off to the local movie theatre while the missus and his daughter had been gone all day running errands and getting everything ready for an upcoming baby shower they were planning for a friend.
“We’re gonna have lots of fun today, bug!” Harry explained happily as he buckled his son into his car seat in the back of Harry’s black Range Rover.
“Where’re we goin’, daddy?” Xavier questioned as he glanced at Harry in front of him. Harry chuckled in response, he had only told Xavier where they were headed about a hundred times.
“We’re going to the cinema, Xav,” Harry replied simply, “to see the new Cars movie, remember?” Harry finished tightening the strap across Xavier’s chest then shut the car door. He walked around the car and climbed in the drivers seat. Xavier was satisfied with this answer, until they started driving.
Request: Wonder woman x reader. Where WW is jealous which later leads to a love confession by Diana to her bff the reader. Thanks!
After watching Wonder woman last night I was all over this prompt.
I think I did it well.
Diana wasn’t jealous. That is what she believed for such a
long time. That was all about to change.
It had to be Barry. Being young he thought he hung the moon
and that any woman that saw him would instantly fall under his spell. That
woman today was (y/n).
“So (y/n) did it hurt?” Barry leans next to your desk.
“What are you talking about?” You stop your paper work.
“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”
You cringe. Not this again.
“Look Barry I am very busy right now. Can this wait till
He plucks the pen from the desk and turns it over in his
“How about you promise to go with me to the party tonight
and I will leave you alone.”
“If I say yes. You will honestly leave me alone to do my
“Fine Barry Fine. I will go with you. Now please be so kind
as to fuck off.”
“As you wish my lady.” He sped off throwing half your paper
work on the floor.
“DAMN IT BARRY.”
Diana walked in seeing you struggle with picking up your
paper work up off the floor. She rushes over to help.
“What happened?” She asks
“That man needs to stop running about the place.” She picks
up the last piece of paper and placing it on your desk.
“He wouldn’t be our Barry if he did that.” You sat back
“What can I help you with Diana?”
“I was actually wondering if you were going to the party
“Do you want to go together? I know how tedious Bruce’s
parties can be.”
“As nice as that sounds I promised to go with Barry.”
“Now come on he isn’t that bad. Sure, he thinks a lot of
himself but he can be a sweet guy too. I will still see you at the party,
Diana’s heart sunk but she smiled.
“Sure, I will be there. I could even do your hair for you if
you would like?”
“I would love that. See this is why you are my best friend.
I better get back to work or I won’t be able to go the party.”
Diana walks away but turns around before she reaches the
“(y/n) I don’t want you to go with Barry.”
“Why? What is wrong with Barry?”
“That is the thing. Nothing is wrong with Barry. I just . .
. Never mind, forget I said anything.”
Before you could reply she was gone.
You finally finished your paper work. With a sigh, you get
up and head to your room to get your dress on. With your make up done. You make
your way to Diana’s room. When you open your door, you spy a note on the floor.
I had to help Bruce set up. Sorry I couldn’t do your hair.
Oh well. You headed back into your room to fix your hair
into a nice up do, then you text Barry you were ready. No sooner had you done
that than Barry showed up at your door.
“Wow (y/n) you look great. Shall we?” He holds out his arm
which you take.
Luckily for you he walks to the party. When you get there,
it is already in full swing.
You scour the room but no sign of Diana. Barry races off to
get you a drink. No sooner do you take a seat does Barry come back.
“Have you seen Diana?”
“No. Why do you ask?”
“I’m worried about her.”
“She might be on the balcony.”
You look to the balcony and see none other than Diana
leaning over the railing with drink in hand.
“I need to go talk to her.”
“What about me?”
“No offense Barry but I don’t like you that way. I like
Barry just laughs.
“Arthur owes me 20 bucks.”
“Men.” You sigh as you roll your eyes.
“Go talk to her.”
You got up and walked to the balcony. To Diana.
She turns when you get too close.
“Diana, we need to talk.”
“No, we really don’t.”
She goes to walk past you. You grab her arm. She stops and
looks at you.
“Look we need to talk about before. There is something you
aren’t telling me. Are we not best friends?”
You let go of her arm and she walks back to the railing.
“I don’t know how to start.”
“Start from the beginning.”
“I don’t think I have ever felt this way before.”
“I have never been jealous before. Jealous of a team mate no
less. I have seen the way Barry looks at you. To be honest I have seen the way
most of the guys on the team look at you and I hate it. You seem to like the
way Barry looks at you. I don’t want to get in the way of your happiness but I must
say this. I love you (y/n) I have since the first day I met you. I understand
that you don’t feel the same way.” She turns to leave again.
“Diana wait.” She stops but doesn’t turn around. “You don’t
want to leave before I tell you what I have to say.”
“I’m sorry how selfish of me please go ahead.” Diana turns
to face you. You walk up to her and take her hands in yours.
“Diana, you have nothing to be jealous of. Barry and I are
just friends. I only said I would go with him to make him leave my office. I
wanted to go with you all along. Anyway, men aren’t really my division. I like
you Diana. I really like you. Maybe more than I should like a woman and that is
okay because that is who I am. You say you love me and I really like hearing
that. I can’t say it back right away but over time I am sure the love will
come. As I really care about you. I don’t know if I am making any sense or if I
am rambling but I like you Diana I really do.”
Diana looks shocked but starts smiling.
“That is all I could ever ask of you. May I kiss you (y/n)?”
“I would like that.”
Diana pulls you in close with one hand and with the other
she cups your cheek, leans in and kisses you softly.
“YES! Hey Arthur you owe me 40 bucks now.”
You both pull away to see Barry hovering by the balcony
door. Both of you roll your eyes in sync and turn back to each other.
“This party sucks. Want to come over to mine and watch a
cheesy rom com.” You say.
- I.. You look.. Wow.
- You said you didn’t get me anything.
- Yeah. Obviously I lied. So you’re leaving with Sebastian?
- Yes. And before you say anything
- He seems like a great guy. I tried to find some dirt on him but I couldn’t. Are you excited?
- I am.
- Good. You should be. You deserve something that inspires you, something that makes your heart race.
- I had that.
- I love you.
- I want to be with you for the rest of time, and that’s exactly what I intend to do, because happily ever after it’s real. And we’re gonna find it, together.
- So you think the fact that you love me, that’s supposed to change things?
- Do you realize that when I told you that I love you, you told me you don’t do relationships, and you broke up with me?
- You never said you loved me.
- On Christmas. In that letter. The most girly, vulnerable, stupid, pathetic love letter I’ve ever written, and I must have checked that library a thousand goddamn times, and every damn time I hated mys- Why are you smiling right now?
- Because you look like a princess, but you don’t sound like one. Uh I never got that letter. If I- If I had, I never could’ve left.
- But you did. You could have been honest with me, told me the truth, and we could have worked it out together. And now I have a chance to do something great.
- I’m not asking you to stay. I- I want you to stay, or I want to go with you, but I want you to be exactly who you want to be. And I know that being with me’s not easy, but you’d be you’d be bored if it was too easy.
- No. I want easy. Okay? I want comfortable and I want calm. And Sebastian is.
- But he’s not the guy for you. I am.
- I came through the fire and it was so hard, ‘cause I was so in love with you. Jasper, I can’t do it again.
- I know I hurt you. I’m not expecting you to just run back into my arms, but.. if you leave this palace behind, don’t leave us behind. You’re my girl, Princess. And I’m gonna love you no matter what.
A/N: here it is, the long awaited greaser!jughead imagine! let me know what you think, idk how i feel about it lol
The cigarette dangles from his mouth as he talks with his friends, his signature leather jacket residing on his shoulders as he leans against the rusty black mustang he’s somehow managed to keep running after all these years.
“Y/N,” Betty snaps her fingers in front of the girl’s face, “you’re staring again.”
“Huh?” She pulls her gaze away from the black haired boy, looking at her friends instead. “Sorry.”
Veronica smirks, pulling a binder out of her locker as she shakes her head.
“You better hope no one else sees you staring at him,” she says, “they might get the wrong idea.”
“Is there a right idea?” Betty asks, pony tail swinging in the air. “I mean, he’s a greaser for pete’s sake.”
“Oh don’t be such a snob,” Y/N says, leaning against the metal locker, “he’s still a person.”
“You’re just smitten with him,” Veronica replies, “nothing he does can be wrong in your eyes.”
Y/N rolls her eyes, glancing down at her phone to check the time.
“I gotta go, I’ll catch up with you later,” she says, waving goodbye as she turns and walks towards the front doors of the school.
She digs through her messenger bag for her headphones, barely stopping herself before she runs right into another person.
“Whoa there princess,” he says, catching her arm, “don’t want to bruise that pretty skin now do we?”
“I-I um,” she stutters, trying to clear her thoughts, “sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”
“Nah, it’s fine,” the corner of his mouth lifts into a half smile, “glad I could be here to save you.”
“Are you insinuating that I need saving?” She asks, quirking an eyebrow.
“I would never,” Jughead says, “I’m sure you’re perfectly capable of saving yourself, princess.”
“It’s Y/N,” she says, swallowing a bit as he smiles again.
“Oh I know,” he says, biting down on his lip slightly, “I make a habit of knowing the names of all the pretty girls in town. I’m Jughead.”
She couldn’t help the blush spreading across her cheeks, Jughead’s smirk widening when he sees.
“Need a ride home?” He asks. “I’d be happy to drive you.”
“I uh…” she pauses, shrugging, “sure, why not.”
“She may not look like much,” Jughead says, leading Y/N over to his car and opening the passenger door for her, “but the boys and I just put in a new engine the other day, so she runs like she’s ten years younger than she really is.”
Y/N smiles and gets into the car. Jughead shuts the door and slides over the hood, opening the driver’s side and stepping in, closing it behind him.
“I’ve seen you around before,” he says as he starts the car, “with those other two girls, Betty and Veronica.”
“Yeah,” Y/N says, “they’re my best friends, we’re practically inseparable.”
“They’re hot,” Jughead says casually, “probably the second and third hottest girls in school.”
“Oh really?” Y/N asks, stomach churning, “who’s the first?”
“There’s this girl named Y/N,” he says, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, “she’s definitely the hottest, by a lot.”
Silence fills the car, the only sound being the engine as they continued down the street.
“I don’t know how to respond to that,” she says with a laugh, making Jughead smile.
“That’s cute,” he says, “your laugh I mean, it’s cute.”
“Thanks,” she says, unsure if that’s the proper response, “I like your beanie.”
“Thanks,” Jughead beams, “my mom made it for me.”
Y/N smiles again.
“That’s cute,” she repeats his words.
“Cigarette?” He asks, holding one between his fingers out to her.
“No thanks,” she says, “I don’t smoke.”
“Good,” he says, “it’s better that way. I’m trying to quit but…it’s harder than it looks.”
The rest of the ride is silent until Jughead pulls into Y/N’s driveway.
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he says, “with the hot thing or whatever.”
“No it’s okay,” she smiles, “thanks for being nice.”
“I wasn’t just being nice Y/N,” he replies, “I was telling the truth.”
She feels the blush spread across her face again as she reaches down to grab her bag.
“So I’ve got this thing next weekend,” he says, “under the overpass, we’re racing some guys from across town and I was uh…I was wondering if maybe you would want to come? We could use some cheerleaders.”
“Here, give me your phone,” Jughead replies, “I’ll text myself your number and then text you whenever I get word on the time.”
“You don’t even know the time for your own race?” Y/N asks, handing her phone to him as he rolls his eyes.
“The losers pick the time,” he responds, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, “we won last time so the other guys are supposed to let us know that time by eleven am Wednesday morning.”
“Sounds complicated,” she says, taking her phone back.
“Such is life,” Jughead responds, smiling, “I’ll text you, yeah?”
“Yeah,” she smiles back, “do you mind if Betty and Veronica come? I’m sure they’d love to watch you guys race.”
“Yeah, course,” he says, nodding, “so I’ll see you at school?”
“Yeah, yeah I’ll see you tomorrow,” she says, biting the inside of her cheek, “thanks for the ride Jughead.”
“Anytime,” he replies, “see you tomorrow.”
She watches as he pulls out of her driveway, sticking a cigarette in his mouth as he leaves.
Jughead and Y/N talk everyday since the drive home, giving Veronica and Betty even more of a reason to tease her.
“Remind me again why we’re going to this thing?” Betty asks, perched on Y/N’s bed.
“Because I said I would go,” Y/N replies, “because he asked and I said yes. You guys don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”
“I’ll come, but I have one condition,” Veronica says, sticking her head out of Y/N’s closet, “I get to pick your outfit.”
“What?” Y/N asks. “Why?”
“Reasons,” Veronica replies, shrugging, “what d'ya have to lose?”
“Sure, why not,” she says, “you’re right, I’ve got nothing to lose.”
“Great!” Veronica says. “Because you’re wearing this,” she says, pulling out some clothes.
“I didn’t even know you owned something like that!” Betty says, her jaw dropping.
“I…my mom bought that for me,” Y/N shakes her head, “I totally forgot about it.”
“Well, put it on,” Veronica says, “lets see how it looks.”
“I dunno guys,” Y/N says, rocking back and forth on her heels a few minutes later, “what do you think?”
“You look amazing,” Veronica says, eyes sparkling, “like ten out of ten, absolutely incredible.”
“She’s right,” Betty says, nodding, “stunning. How do you feel?”
“I feel…” the girl pauses, collecting her thoughts as she looks in the mirror, “powerful. I like it.”
“Good,” Veronica says, standing up, “let’s get going.”
Fifteen minutes later the trio arrive at the overpass, making their way down the cement ditch to where the others gathered.
“Whoa,” Jughead hears one of his friends say, drawing his attention away from his conversation and over to the three girls coming down the hill, his jaw dropping.
“Is that Y/N?” Someone asks, whistling. “She looks hot.”
“Shut up Keith,” Jughead says sharply, swallowing as he changes his expression back into his signature smirk.
He makes his way over to her, hands shoved in his pockets.
“Well well well,” he quirks an eyebrow, “don’t you look good in leather.”
The girl blushes, a contrast to the aura she brought with her when she arrived.
“Damn Jug,” Keith says, walking up behind the boy, “you always said she was hot but I never saw it until now.”
“Shut up Kieth,” Jughead repeats, shoving the boy back a few steps, shaking his head, “sorry about him, he’s an idiot.”
“It’s okay,” Y/N smiles, rocking back and forth on her heels slightly, “I hope this is okay,” she gestures to her clothes, “V picked it out.”
“Yeah it’s…” Jughead shakes his head, “it’s perfect. You look great. I mean, you always look great but…wow.”
This girl will be the death of me, he thinks.
“Thanks,” she says, giving a slight smile, “good luck on your race today.”
“Thanks,” he smiles this time, pulling his hat off his head, “keep this safe for me, yeah?”
“Aren’t I supposed to be the one giving you tokens of affection?” She asks, taking the hat in her hands.
“I consider your appearance a token of affection,” he replies smoothly, “I mean, you look incredible.”
She smiles again, looking down at her shoes before replying.
“Glad you think so,” she says, her ambience changing as she steps closer to him, “cause it’s all for you, ya know.”
Jughead swallows nervously, a habit he’s found himself developing quite rapidly when around her.
“Oh yeah,” he says with a smirk, “and why would you go through all that trouble for me, huh?”
“I heard a rumor,” she says, her hand resting on his upper arm, “that a certain Jones boy has a crush on me, felt like I should impress him.”
“Is that so,” Jughead’s throat runs dry, “a-and are his feelings re…reciprocated?”
Aren’t I supposed to be the confident one? He asks himself.
“Hmm…” she smirks, titling her head to the side, “guess he’ll have to wait and find out,” she says, placing the beanie on top of her head, “good luck on your race, Jug.”
He swallows roughly, nodding.
“Thanks,” he says, barely above a whisper.
She presses a kiss to his cheek and then takes a few steps back as she bites down on her lip, barely holding back a smile.
Jughead’s legs almost buckle under him.
“And that was?” He asks.
“Token of affection,” she says simply, her hand hanging loosely out of her back pocket, “see you later Jug.”
“Well damn,” a voice pulls Jughead from his thoughts, “ain’t she a sight. What d'ya think boys, she put out on the first or second date?”
Jughead’s throat tightens, his fist clenching as he turns around to face the idiot from the other side of town. Keith was one thing, he knew where the line was, but this guy…he was something different.
“What the hell do you want Barnes,” he sneers, “race doesn’t start for another five minutes.”
“Just admiring your girl there Jones,” the other boy replies, sticking his hands in his pockets, “pretty thing, definitely better than what they turn out on the north side of town.”
“Let’s keep the talk to the race alright,” Jughead all but growls, “leave her out of this.”
“Ooh touchy,” the boy tuts, smirking slightly, “alright, why don’t we make this a bit more interesting. Let’s race for a prize.”
“What, like pink slips?” Jughead raises an eyebrow.
“Nah, I don’t want your crap car,” the other boy scoffs, “but ya girl on the other hand…” he trails off, biting down on his lip as he looks over at Y/N, “now she’s a prize.”
“I said leave her out of it,” Jughead frowns.
“C'mon Jones,” the boy tilts his head, “you were so confident about winning, why not make it a little interesting.”
“Fine,” he says reluctantly, “whatever, let’s just get this over with.”
“Our little Y/N’s all grown up,” Veronica coos teasingly, making the other girl roll her eyes.
“I think I blacked out for like, half of that conversation,” Y/N says, shaking her head, “I felt like a completely different person.”
“And?” Betty asks, resigning her eyebrows.
“And I liked it,” Y/N says, sitting down next to her friends on the cement, “it felt…good.”
“He’s a greaser,” Betty says, swallowing, “I don’t want to sound like that person or anything, but people are gonna say things.”
“He makes you happy,” Veronica says, “he makes you feel good, that’s what matters. Not what other people think.”
“What do you think they’re talking about?” Y/N asks, looking down at the crowd of boys next to the cars.
“Who knows,” Betty says, “but I think the race is starting.”
“Do you know who that is?” Y/N asks, motioning down to the boy from the north side of town. “He keeps staring.”
“That’s Randy Barnes,” Veronica says, shaking her head, “basically, he’s trouble. Think Southside Serpents times ten.”
“That’s who he’s racing?” Y/N asks, raising an eyebrow. “Yikes.”
“Pretty much,” Betty replies, “but I’m sure he knows what he’s doing. I mean, they’ve done this before, right?”
“At least once,” Y/N says as the two boys get in their respective cars, “he said something about winning last time, but I don’t know how many times he’s done this.”
“Well if he won last time we have nothing to be worried about,” Betty says, nodding, “here they go.”
The three girls watch as the boys get into their respective cars, engines revving.
“This is like a scene out of an eighties movie,” Veronica quips as they take off down the cement.
“So you and Jughead,” Betty says, “is that a thing now?”
Y/N subconsciously tugs the beanie down over her ears, shrugging.
“I dunno,” she says, “I mean…we were flirting down there and I-I think he likes me…I could see something happening. But I have no idea.”
“You guys would be cute,” Veronica says, “especially if you keep up with this new look you seem to love so much.”
“Well see,” Y/N says, watching as the cars skid around the barrel marking the end of the track.
“You better hope your boyfriend wins,” a kid none of the girls recognize says.
“Because if he doesn’t Randy does,” the boy says, “and if Randy wins then he gets little miss leather here, and Jones can’t do shit about it.”
“I’m sorry?” Y/N asks, tilting her head to the side.
“The two of them made a deal,” the boy explains, “winner gets you all to himself, sweetheart.”
With that, the boy walks off, leaving the trio sitting in stunned silence.
“You better hope he wins,” Betty says quietly.
“I feel sick,” Y/N whispers, shaking her head
“I’m sure he knows what he’s doing,” Veronica says, placing a gentle hand on Y/N’s shoulder, “he’s just looking out for you.”
“I can’t watch,” she says, pulling her knees up to her chest and resting her head on them, “tell me when it’s over.”
She hears the cars getting louder, signaling they’re coming closer. Her stomach churns, all evidence of the confident girl who showed up draining.
“Oh god oh god oh god,” she whispers, “what the hell was he thinking.”
“Hey hey hey,” Veronica says, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder blade, “he’s a smart guy, like I said, he knows what he’s doing.”
“He’s a freaking idiot,” she whispers, shaking her head.
“You like him so much.”
The race ends in a - literal - photo finish. While the kid that had been in charge of taking the photos at the end messes with his camera, Y/N makes her way down the cement to Jughead.
“Hey princess,” he smiles, leaning against his car, “tight race, huh.”
“Stakes are raised when you’re betting on someone,” she says, crossing her arms, “talked to one of Barnes’ boys, he told me what happened between the two of you before the race.”
Jughead’s smile falters.
“Look it’s not what it sounds like I p-”
“Not what it sounds like?” She asks, quirking an eyebrow. “You bet on my relationship life, that’s not okay.”
“I know, I know,” Jughead sighs, shaking his head, “I know it’s not but Barnes…he doesn’t stop. The only way to get him to stop is by winning against him and when he brought you up and how hot you looked and what he wanted to do…it’s the only way I know that I can get him to leave you alone.”
“And what were you planning on doing if you didn’t win?” Y/N asks.
“Fight, I guess,” Jughead says quietly, “anything I need to do to keep him away from you.”
Y/N’s arms drop, a sigh escaping her lips as she tugs the beanie down gently.
“You’re making it very hard not to like you, Jug,” she says, biting down on her bottom lip, “like extremely difficult.”
Jughead barely holds back the groan wanting to come out, staring at her in the leather and his beanie on her head, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.
“You’re really hot,” he finally speaks, shaking his head, “like ridiculously good looking. God I like you so much.”
She smiles, looking down at her shoes.
“I really like you, Jughead,” she says, letting out a deep breath, “and I want us to try…whatever this is.”
“Yeah? Even though I’m a greaser?” He asks with a smirk.
“Especially because you’re a greaser.”
“Well isn’t that adorable,” a cold voice says from behind Y/N, making Jughead’s eyes darken slightly, “two love birds finally admit their feelings, swoon.”
“What do you want Barnes?” Jughead asks, taking Y/N’s hand in his and pulling her into his side.
“Just came to say congrats,” the boy says, “you won, you get your girl. Shame though, she’s something else.”
“I’ll see you next month,” Jughead states, raising an eyebrow as an invitation for a challenge.
“Yeah yeah,” he says, taking a few steps backwards, “I’ll text you the time.”
Y/N watches as the boy and his friends leave, smiling up at Jughead.
“Congrats Juggie,” she whispers, biting down on her bottom lip, “I’m proud of you.”
“I’m gonna kiss you now,” Jughead replies, “okay?”
Y/N smiles slightly.
It barely takes two days for the word to spread around school, the self dubbed greaser together with the ‘new and improved’ Y/N was a topic of conversation for weeks.
“As much as I love the leather jacket and the skinny jeans,” Jughead says a few weeks later, holding both of her hands in his, “god baby, the things that skirt does to me.”
“Maybe I should wear it more often,” she teases.
“Don’t think I could handle that,” he teases back, pushing some hair behind her ear, “I’d explode.”
“Hmm,” she laughs, “I’d really rather not have my boyfriend exploding on me. That would be ideal.”
“So what d'ya wanna do tonight baby?” He asks. “The boys and I fixed up the seats and the ac, she runs better then ever,” he says, patting his car affectionately.
“You say that every other week,” she rolls her eyes.
“This car is the most important thing in my life,” he says, “besides you of course, princess.”
“Uh huh,” she shakes her head, “sometimes I wonder.”
“C'mere,” Jughead mumbles, pulling her closer to him.
He kisses her passionately, only pulling away when the wolf whistles from his friends interrupted the moment.
“Come on,” he says, smiling at her, “lets go home.”
This is more fluff, but don’t worry I have a lot of angsty plans for this, too. Plus, lots of unrelated things coming up are also full of angst. So look forward to that, I guess. Or don’t, depending on how you look at it.
This particular one-shot features Lance, Keith, and Hunk all making an appearance on Pidge’s channel, and the four of them play Mario Kart. As you can probably guess, they all take it pretty seriously. …hopefully you won’t be confused if you’ve never played the game.
fellow nerds, and welcome to Pidge Plays,” Pidge began in a
deadpan voice, staring at the camera blankly. “Today we’re playing
a game from one of the most haunting periods of the human race—
“Wow, what a great way to introduce
guests on your channel, Pidge. I could learn a thing or two from
you,” Lance said, with obvious false cheer.
“As you guys can see, I have
visitors,” they swept their hand at the three other people seated
on the couch. “Hunk and Lance’s channels will be in the
description, but don’t check them out because they suck. Keith’s not
actually a YouTuber, but you guys seemed to want him here, anyway.”
“I only came because Lance said you
needed a fourth player,” Keith muttered under his breath.
“If you, for some reason, neglected
to read the title to this video, then we’re playing Mario Kart!”
Hunk finally spoke up, doing jazz hands. Pidge shot him an
“I could be continuing my
Undertale Let’s Play,” they grumbled. “But nooo! If I want
to get invited to come bake with Hunk, I have to let you guys come
into my house and play Wii!”
Summary: You can communicate with your soulmate through telepathy. The closer you are, the louder their voice is. (I love Wonwoo, but he’s not my bias, so I’m pretty proud that I wrote this about him. I kinda fell in love with the AU)
Warnings: like, two swear words
Your soulmate’s voice had always been pretty significant. It wasn’t deafening, but it wasn’t a whisper either. The voice itself was gentle, and deep. When it happened to ask you a question, it was soft and sounded caring. The strange thing was, whenever you asked his name, he tried to tell you, but his voice would go fuzzy, and you could never hear it. Every once in awhile, you would try to guess who he might be. You didn’t know what he looked like, so it left a black hole in your mind, for you to imagine at your will. Sure, you thought about him being ugly, but you also thought about him being the most handsome man on the planet.
‘How was your day?’ You heard the familiar voice in your head. In your small apartment, no one could see you jump around and almost scream. This reaction was similar to every other one you had. You would forever be excited when he started to talk to you. If anyone could see you, they would probably mistake you for a schoolgirl.
‘It was good. I just had my finals,’ you replied coolly, brushing all of your previous feelings. You heard his gorgeous laugh, and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing out loud. This was just a normal thing you did now. You talked to the voice in your head, but it wasn’t a problem because everyone else did too.
‘Do you think you did okay?’ His response made you giggle.
‘Yeah, it was my best subject. I think I did pretty well,’ you answered. His laugh sounded again, and you smiled, thinking about the future. You wondered, what if you never met him? Your mind wandered to dark places, as you imagined being alone in a small house, with thirteen cats.
‘Why are you thinking about cats? And living alone? Is something up?’ He asked. Your eyes widened, not realizing you were thinking about your tragic future if you didn’t find him.
‘No, I was just thinking about my … aunt,’ you lied, secretly glad he couldn’t see your face. Every single one of your friends could tell when you were lying because of your face. They said it gave everything away.
‘Oh, is she okay?’
‘Yeah, she’s fine. I might have to go see her.’ Another lie that made you cringe. Your face coiled as you told him the lie, and you heard him hum a small tune, just to fill the silence.
‘Ah, so when do you think you’d be free again?’ His gentle voice asked. The question made your heart speed up to a hundred miles an hour.
‘What about your aunt? Will she be okay? Thirteen cats is a lot to take care of.’ You had to repress your laughter at the thought of his worried face. Instead, you replied with the stupidest answer you could ever come up with.
‘We could go see her.’ You slammed your head backwards, and it hit your headboard with a loud bang. Your hand flies up to your head, and you rush to your freezer to get an ice-pack.
“God dammit!” You shouted. The bump forming on your head was starting to pulse and throb, and you could practically feel the approaching headache.
‘Hey, can we talk later? I’m almost positive I just gave myself a fucking concussion,’ you asked.
‘Uh, yeah sure. How about eight? Do you think your concussion will be better by then, soulmate?’ The teasing tone in his voice somewhat agitated you, but you smiled nonetheless.
‘Hm, that’s only two hours from now. Usually guys wait a little longer to reply.’
’Oh, you want me to wait longer? I guess I’ll talk to you tomorrow then.’ You could just about hear the smirk, as you felt yourself rapidly give in to his teasing. You sighed, a bit upset about losing the small thought-battle, but the feeling faded when your mind wandered to talking to your soulmate again.
‘Well, I guess I could talk to you around eight. Just let me take some Advil and maybe eat some ice cream to dull the throbbing of my head,’ you laughed.
‘Okay, talk to you later, soulmate.’ Every time he called you his soulmate, your heart fluttered. It made you think back to the first time his voice ever made its way into your brain.
You were struggling with a question in your music class, in your last year of middle school. the question wasn’t extremely hard, but you happened to be pulling a blank.
‘What? How can I not remember this now?! The enharmonic equivalent of B major?’ The question still haunted you to this day, you knew it wasn’t F# or G# minor, but you had no idea what it could’ve been.
The voice was right there, it was as if the low whisper was right next to you. It had said, ‘C♭ major.’
You wrote that down on your paper, and turned it in, seeing as that was the last question on the test. The next day, you got it back, and plastered on the top left corner was a huge 100. You said a quiet thank you, not expecting a reply. So, it really surprised you when you got one.
Ever since, you discussed your daily lives, he never told you much about his. He was always asking about you. While the two of you were talking, you liked to imagine yourselves in a small coffee shop, rambling and having a cute date. The thought that you might never meet him was always at the back of your mind, and it worried you.
When both of you were around 16, the two of you talking became rare, but you tried to tell him about your day every once in awhile.
‘Hey, soulmate, I have a weird question.’ The low voice scared you out of your thoughts, and a toothy grin appeared on your face as you felt the giddy feeling start to build in your stomach.
‘Hit me with it.’ You hoped he could hear the smile in your voice. You hoped he could tell that you were excited to talk to him again.
‘I’m not sure if it will work, but I’m going out tomorrow, with some of my friends. I was wondering, if you — well … wanted to meet up?’ In his voice, you heard the strong sound of fear, but you laughed out loud and ran around your apartment, actually screaming this time.
‘Wow, I’m really excited. Yeah, definitely! Where are you going?’
‘I was thinking of going to Gangnam Myeonok, but only if you want to.’ Your heart soared, and your head was in the clouds. The smile on your face was growing by the second, and you raced around, trying to get an outfit ready for tomorrow.
‘That sounds great. My heart is going so fast, I can’t wait to see you.’ Even though the voice was in your head, you were positive your soulmate could hear the tremors in your voice.
‘Are you nervous?’ His voice slowed your heart, and made you calm down, but it still pounded in your ears.
‘A little, you?’
‘Without a doubt … but I’m excited.’
That night, you didn’t sleep a wink. You knew the effects it would have, but you just couldn’t will yourself to close your eyes. They were dry and kind of painful when you woke up, but that’s the price you paid for staying up all night.
On the train ride over to the noodle shop, you were fidgeting around everywhere and got several stares. The weird looks didn’t faze you though, because you didn’t notice them. You were too busy thinking about the man you were about to meet.
You were outside the small shop, waiting for the well-known voice to ring out loudly in your head. Your head turned on a swivel, in turn, your hair whipped around. People looked at you, wondering why you were shaking your head like a dog.
‘I’m here, where are you?’ There was a small trace of disappointment hidden in your voice as you slowed your head and looked down to the ground, shuffling your feet.
‘I’m here too. Where are you?’ The voice was thunderous as it echoed through your mind. It was so loud it made you stumble, and you felt people’s stares boring into you from in and outside the store. You looked over your shoulder at a tall man, who looked to be in his early twenties. He had his hood up, and a face mask on, but seemed to be searching for someone whilst hiding in the crowd.
‘I think I found you.’ The man shook his head and touched a finger to his ear, as if he was trying to control the volume of his hear. Your heart began to race again, and you told him where you were. It was kind of sad that you had tell him you were standing alone outside of a popular noodle shop.
His eyes found yours, and you waved to him, smiling. He moved closer, and stood next to you. Your hand found his and you intertwined your fingers.
Your short stature was nothing compared to his six foot frame, but you glanced up at him and he grinned down at you. His face was still covered with the face mask, and you reached to pull it down. Reluctantly, he let you, and when it was all the way off his face, you froze. The tips of your fingers had turned ice cold, and your eyes widened to the size of saucers.
he laughed, and it was music to your ears. You wanted to tell him that, but you were frozen, your hand still right next to his face.
“Hello, soulmate.” His words broke you out of your trance, only for you to fall right into another one. You launched yourself at him, and encircled your arms tightly around his neck, clinging to his upper body.
“Hi,” you breathed into the crook of his neck.
“Wonwoo! Wonwoo! We need to go! S.Coups wants us back at the
—” a loud voice shouted from behind you two, “back, back! Go back!” You let go of your newly-found soulmate’s neck, and turned to see a tiny man with a giant. You immediately recognized them as Mingyu and Jihoon. Mingyu’s hands were frantically waving as the rest of Seventeen was shuffling out of sight. You laughed, and Wonwoo glanced guiltily down at you.
“Well, this’ll be a story to look back on,” Wonwoo chuckled, as all of the other members were trying to find hiding spots, and shoving each other out of the way.
“They know we can see them, right?” You asked, looking up at him, fingers still knit together.
“Probably not.” Your smile grew and you scrunched your nose as you walked over to them, Wonwoo in tow.
“Hi, I’m (Name). It’s nice to meet all of you,” you laughed, waving to all of the young men, hiding behind bushes and trees.
“Oh, hey, (Name). How’s your aunt?” Wonwoo’s voice sounded from behind you. Again, you froze, and slowly turned your body to him. You were sure your face was a mix between a grin and a grimace.
“Oh, um, she’s … okay. Y’know, all of those cats keep her company,” you replied.
“You’re not the best at lying, are you?” Wonwoo asked, eyes narrowing slightly.
“Not at all.” He wrapped an arm around you tightly, his sweater-clad arm encircling your shoulders perfectly.
“Don’t worry. It’s good to know for later,” he chuckled, leaning to give you an almost nonexistent peck on the cheek.
Newsies modern au but they’re the school long-form improv troupe that the principal Pulitzer wants to either censor or shut down due to the risqué content that gets brought up in the shows (aka they show real issues high schoolers face,,, wow)
-Jack joined bc Medda (drama and English teacher) saw how quick he was at making up lies about why he didn’t do his homework
-Crutchie will try every extracurricular he can but actually sticks with this one bc he loves performing and also not having to learn stuff
-Davey joins bc he’s terrible at being in front of crowds and this is a lower stress way to do it rather than public speaking class, turns out he’s really good at small but great offers that his scene partner can run with
-Spot and Race are the “loose cannons” bc they either swear a lot when there’s parents in the audience or push how steamy their relationships can get
-Katherine scribes (writes down pre-established relationships so the players don’t forget what they’ve already made up) and runs the bell (starts and ends scenes)
-Sarah runs lighting and pre-show music
-Les goes to all the performances since his other siblings are already there, Medda is supposed to cover his ears if there’s copious swearing but always forgets
-Romeo is usually comedic relief/the 10th player but he’s an absolute beast at incorporating audience ask fors, he can cover like half the list in one scene
-other miscellaneous newsies are in the troupe as well but I’m kinda lazy right now so
-all the weird nicknames came from gags that came up during the performances (ex: Spot had to incorporate the audience ask for of spot the difference puzzles and it accidentally became his entire character)
-also I’m not a writer so if anyone wants to make this a thing/add on go ahead
You know what annoyed me in RuPaul’s drag race all stars 2?
When the other queens told Alyssa that she was doing well in the competition just because she is Alyssa.
Bitch isn’t that the whole point of the competition? To win because you’re funny and your personality is great and because you have talent?
Hey darling, “Notice” was super sweet congrats :) Do you take requests? If you do can you write peter’s first date with the reader? I would really like to read it from you, I mean how would he ask her out, what would they talk, how would he make the first move aand stuff… so please write it if it’s ok with you :) thank youu
i hope this was alright!! as you can probably tell by now i love parentheses because i think they’re a great way to reflect stream of consciousness but anyway.,,, i hope this was what you were looking for!! thank you for the request :)
it was a tuesday.
you thought it would be like any other tuesday in your
repetitive schedule—biology, history, stare at peter, algebra, lunch, english,
stare at peter a little more, pe (also spent staring at peter because recently
his stamina had increased exponentially and the way his face flushed after an
amount of sit-ups you had thought to be impossible was all that your mind would
think about), and study hall. but it seemed the fates had much more in store
you were at your locker, the cool metal relieving your hot
skin. (you had just walked by peter, who had such a funny look on his face when
he saw you that it made your stomach do flips as if it were a gymnast.) the
warning bell rang and you hastily threw your books in your bag when—
Hi! Can I have a really fluffy/angst one shot of Chris Evans? 😊 The reader is overweight who is dating Chris and gets bullied and harassed by alot of the people. The reader than goes to a Food shop and there are some guys that make fun of her weight and laughing of what she’s ordering. Chris also comes to her rescue And tells her that shes beautiful And years later, she manages to lose weight and Chris and the reader get engaged Im so sorry about this request, I was in a situation like this.
A/N: This kind of broke my heart. Hope you like it.
Warnings:fluff, angst, breakup.
Fear is a
funny thing, you know? We can be scared by something we don’t even know. And when
we’ve got to face it, it wasn’t a big deal. I’m convincing myself of that. I’m
trying to figure out this. How can I beat the fear of letting him go? Right now,
a pair of blue angry eyes are looking at me for answers.
tell me that all has been a lie, y/n. You can’t fake the love. You…” I sighed. He
is out of his mind. So am I.
wasn’t a lie. My feelings for you have always been pure. But I’m holding you
back. You deserve the world. I’m not going to make you chose, I’m making this
decision. We’re done” I punt out. I feel my heart breaking inside my chest.
hell?” he screams.
for you, Chris, for fuck sake. You’re so perfect, I’m not. You can deal with
the press, I can’t. They’re right, I’m too fat, too simple, too… nothing for
you. And I love you, but I made my decision”
do it! That’s bullshit! Listen to me, y/n, please, I’ll leave everything. We’ll
get to be a normal couple, we’ll buy a house in the subs.”
what I mean, Chris” I say with tears falling down my cheeks “I’m not going to
be the woman that makes you chose, I’m not going to take away the work you’ve
been doing, I won’t be responsible for making you quit the dream of your life. I…
I’m sorry” I turn my back. I’m about to leave.
the love of my life, y/n. I don’t want you to change. We’ll work on it, we’ll
ignore the paparazzi and the press. I don’t want to lose you” I feel his body
behind me. God. He’s bigger than me, he leans and his forehead is on the top of
my head. There’s wetness falling down my neck. He’s crying.
“Chris…” I can’t
even speak. I don’t know how I get the strength to move. So, this is it…
walk through that door, we’re over, y/n. Do you hear me?” I can’t saying
anything else. I’m holding into the research of that peaceful moment after
facing the thing you fear the most. There’s a moment of silence. Then, nothing.
feel his hand combing my hair after a long day. It’s been almost three years. A
lot of things have changed. But not the love that I have for Chris. He was
right, he used to tell that I was the love of his life, he was mine. I advocate
myself into work and I even dyed my hair. I still don’t know how I survived. Maybe
a breakup involves living one day at the time. Baby steps.
breakup, I decided that I needed to set up all the energy. Otherwise, I would’ve
stayed at home crying. So I started jogging. Then, I lost appetite, but
realized I could get healthier stuff. So I did it.
myself. I realized I wanted to achieve many things and through the many months
and years, I did. Most of it. There was a missing piece. I know what that piece
is. Or who, is it.
And in days
like today, I just lay, imagining how it’d ended up. Wondering if I made the
It was a
boring day. But one of those where you want to go out despite of it. I decided
to take a walk to my favorite café. I love it here. I’m reading Jane Austen
when I feel the heavy glance. And I obviously look up. Chris. My heart is
racing. I wave and he smiles as he walk towards me, what should I do? First,
look great, if there wasn’t for the book I wouldn’t recognize you” the book? Oh,
yes, he gave it to me. It took them forever to find the edition.
“Oh… yeah. Hum,
how are you? You look great too!”
your coffee, sir” someone handed a cup to Chris.
so long, are you with someone?” I denied with my head. “Would you mind if I join
We had been in touch for a few weeks now. Chris was
practicing some lines for his new movie that evening. I slightly suggested that
I could help him. He took my word. I didn’t know if I was being polite or if I really
didn’t want him to go.
front of me, tracing his lower lip with his finger, he does that when he’s
I nod. He starts reading and I can’t follow. “I know that time has changed, but
not my feelings. What happened to us?” I look for that part but I don’t find
not reading, therefore, it’s not part of the script.
tell me. What happened?”
remember the time you fought for me?” he nods “I realized that you couldn’t
beat the whole world just for me, because the people would keep saying that I’m
fat and you couldn’t punch all of them. I guess I wanted to protect you. There was
a lot of negative things and I feared that you could believe on it and realized
that I wasn’t good enough for you. I thought it was the best because I love you”
in present, y/n” I shrugged.
“So… do you
love me?” I’ve never been able to hold tears. I nod looking down.
“Yes” I murmur.
I feel his hands on my cheeks. He’s crying too.
then, he kiss me. There’s a lot in that kiss. The lost years, the saltiness of
our tears, the new beginning.
I think, overall, my ADHD is a benefit? I know it’s a hurdle for a lot of people, but my hobbies and prospective career THRIVE on chaining thoughts.
It can be a serious problem when I have to read or study, yeah, and I… never finish anything I start. I’m not here saying it’s really that great because sometimes WOW things get weird and awful and thoughts race and suddenly you gotta MOVE or DO SOMETHING or else you’ll explode and you can barely listen to people talk but…
Idk ive found that just being honest with people solves a lot of problems.
“Hey, I can’t hear you in here. Can you tell me this story when we’re outside?” (Not because it’s loud but because I can’t separate their voice from the voice of people also talking in the vicinity)
And for me breaking down my work into manageable chunks changed my ENTIRE LIFE. It takes a lot of work but I really am enjoying my schoolwork right now so it’s hardly a chore.
I kind of reformatted my life in little ways to compliment my ADHD and it’s definitely allowing me to do more.
The reunion was great like wow I was a fan of Valentina but now I have SUCH mixed emotions about her! The way she just brushed off Farrah not wanting to hurt her own publicity, the way that she only thinks about her self, the “I’m know I’m a star and deserve everything” vibes, and the way that she never told her fans to chill. Girl… that’s messed up now it just looks like you were being super fake the whole time.
Glad that Charlie was called out because she just keeps pulling excuses out of her ass and maybe all of that was true but come on you didn’t have to have such a bad attitude. Same thing with Alexis like even Ru was telling her to suck it up (like maybe if she didn’t come for everyone else’s insecurities and be flat out mean this wouldn’t be an issue?)
Aja was CALLING IT HOW IT WAS and that’s great I’m glad she was there to say something!! thank you girl
Nina is delusional your drag is great and your looks are sickening but get over your paranoia thanks <3
I first I thought Shea was being a little bitchy but towards the end I knew she was speaking her honest opinion but Trinity was BRUTALLY honest
Sasha and Peppermint were basically me this whole time and that’s all I got to SAY
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader Rating: Mature/Explicit Genre: angst, smut, slight fluff? Word Count:11,989 I’m so sorry ;_;
Summary: Yoongi’s moving out of the country, and he’s leaving you with a parting gift that’s going to change your life forever.
A/N: So this is part one to a new fic I’m writing! I hope you all enjoy, and please anticipate part two!
Early Summer, 2012
When you told Yoongi that you needed to talk, the last thing you expected to be doing was scouring his bedroom for your missing panties.
Plucking the lacy garment off of the lamp shade, you quickly shimmy back into them. How they got there in the first place was a mystery to you. But once you pull on your pants, you turn to look at Yoongi, now covered fully by a pair of sweats and t-shirt sitting at the edge of the bed twiddling his thumbs.
You cleared your throat “Ah, so I wanted to talk to you about som-“
“Before you start, I have something to say first.” You popped the button of your jeans back into place, nodding slowly and telling him to go on as you redress.
“I’m leaving. For America,” He states.
Yoongi runs a hand through his hair, glancing up at where you stood – shocked – with your shirt still bunched up around your bosom. At first you thought you just heard him incorrectly, but the words began to register and alas that wasn’t the case, and now you were incredibly confused, wondering where this was all coming from.
“I was offered a really great job opportunity and I don’t want to pass it up,” He says simply with a gentle shrug of the shoulders.
You smooth out your shirt with shaky hands, mind racing with far too many thoughts at once, “For how long?” Thankfully your voice comes out stronger than how you were truly feeling.
“One year for sure, maybe more if things go well. Forever possibly, I don’t really know. Nothing’s for sure.”