#veron x reader

[mingtinys]

" i am so proud of you "

pairing : hansol chwe x gn!reader

"13 ways to say "i love you" with seventeen"

warnings : language

word count : 0.6 k

a/n : got a little carried away with this one , something about writing for vernon is just so fun

"I was thinking, why don't we go out tomorrow to that restaurant you really like? To celebrate and all."

"I'd really like that." You call back, glancing over at your boyfriend who is still busy washing dishes at the kitchen sink. Though he isn't looking directly at you, you can just make out the excited look in his eyes and the toothy grin gracing his lips. He's been like that since you told him about your promotion at work. Honestly, you didn't expect him to make such a fuss over it. It was a relatively small promotion, just a raise and a slightly higher title. But that sunny expression on his face could make someone think you'd hit CEO status.

"I'll make reservations after I finish up here." His words are barely audible over the running water. You're about to thank him when your phone buzzes to life beside you.

Incoming call from Boo Seungkwan.

Seungkwan? You think, narrowing your eyes at the screen. Why on earth could he be calling you and not Hansol?

"Hello?"

"Y/N!" His excited voice comes through the speaker. "You're not busy right?"

"Not really, no. Why, what's up?"

"I— well we all wanted to call and congratulate you on your promotion!" A chorus of voices flood your phone and you take it you're on speaker with the rest of the members.

"That's very sweet of you all, thank you." It's nice, having so many people in your corner cheering you on. "But how'd you know? I only just found out about it a couple hours ago."

"You're joking right?" It sounds like Chan. "Hansol won't shut up about it in the group chat."

"He talks about me?" You ask no one in particular

"Yeah, like an annoying amount." That's definitely Mingyu.

There's a short altercation on the other side of the call, probably Seungkwan trying to wrestle his phone back from various members. But you don't pay much mind, the warm feeling in your chest taking over all other senses. You let your gaze drift back to Hansol, who is now on his laptop, nodding along to whatever song is currently playing in his head.

"Just, give it here—! Sorry about that," Seungkwan's voice jolts you from a daze. "Anyways, we just wanted to give you our compliments. We'll let you get back to your night."

Good, because tears are already welling up at your lashes and you're not sure how much longer you can hold back the stitch in your throat. "I appreciate it, tell everyone I said thank you."

You hang up before Seungkwan can respond and promptly make your way to the kitchen. Hansol's nose is still buried in his laptop, eyes squinted as his fingers peck at the keys. "Okay," He says upon the realization of your presence. He hits the enter key rather dramatically. "Reservations are made and you're . . ." His words teeter off when he looks up, met with your tear-filled gaze.

He takes a beat. Brows furrowed and head cocked to the side. "–You're crying. Shit, wait— why are you crying?" Hansol panics. He rushes to you, taking your face between his warm hands. Holding you the way one would hold fine China. Carefully, his thumb comes to swipe a stray tear from your cheek.

"You tell your members about me?" You sniffle. Hansol's eyes go wide and his mouth opens and closes like a fish before he conjures up an answer. "Was I not supposed to?"

The pure concerned cluelessness in his voice makes you giggle and he seems to relax when he realizes he's not in trouble. "I just didn't know you bragged about me like that, it's sweet."

"I am so proud of you,"  Hansol speaks with unashamed sincerity. "Why wouldn't I brag about your accomplishments?"

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[missjadesfics]

“Looking for Trouble”

Austin!Elvis x Reader dividers: @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry Request: Yes Summary: After Elvis is arrested for his rebellious defiance during 'Trouble,' his girlfriend, the reader, bails him out of jail. Warnings: smut 18+ MDNI, praise kink, unprotected p in v sex, wrap it before you tap it, thoughts of being parents, slight breeding kink, oral sex (f receiving), daddy kink Word Count: 2.4k Disclaimer: All rights for the Elvis film and Elvis's music belong to him and Presley Enterprises. Comments likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx

Being the girlfriend of the new rock and roll sensation had its ups and downs. The Colonel would have preferred Elvis break up with Y/n and focus on his singing. But Elvis made it clear; he would date her no matter what anyone says. Y/n grew up with Elvis; his mother and hers were both pregnant at the same time. Y/n and Elvis were born a month apart, Elvis being older. When Vernon went to jail, Y/n’s mother spent every day comforting Gladys while Y/n kept little Elvis company while they played together. Elvis always told her he would become a superhero and save his father, taking him to the Rock of Eternity. When Y/n’s mother passed away, Y/n was only eight years old when Gladys and Vernon were given guardianship and custody of Y/n. Her mother had requested it; she knew the Presleys would care for and love Y/n like she was their own. As time passed, Y/n often indulged Elvis and his dreams, saying she would always be beside him. 

As they grew up, Elvis developed a love for singing and African-American music; he and Y/n listened to the music whenever they could. His southern voice turned into something charming and melodic in his teenage years, making Y/n swoon. So one day, Elvis recorded Arthur ‘Big Boy’ Crudrup’s “That’s All Right” at Sun Records; the owner, Sam Phillps, had his voice playing everywhere on radios and records. That is how the Colonel discovered him; he mistook Elvis for a black man, but when he learnt he wasn’t, Elvis would be a Louisana Hayride. The Colonel had successfully convinced Elvis to leave Sun Records and have the Colonel manage his music and his career. And that’s how Elvis ended up where he is today. He had a decision to make: be the new Elvis and make everyone happy. He had to give up the ‘vulgar and lewd music and dance movements’ or break the rules and deal with the consequences later.

“You know what? I think I’m gonna sing a song the Colonel ain’t expecting. I’m gonna show em’ the real Elvis tonight” Elvis adjusted his black jacket Y/n smiled, looking at her boyfriend in the mirror. “Well, honey, I’m looking forward to it.” She grabbed his red tie, making her way over to him. “You look very handsome, Mr. Presley,” she giggled. Elvis turned around, his blue eyes roaming her figure in her new dress as she put on and fixed his tie. “Satnin, you look as beautiful as ever. My pretty girl,” he smiled, holding her face and kissing her sweetly. Y/n moaned lightly into the kiss; her eyes fluttered closed. Elvis pulled away, brushing his nose on hers gently. Elvis chuckled, seeing her eyes still closed. “Am I that good, sweetheart?” he purred, his southern accent sending shivers through her body. Y/n bit her lip, nodding. “Perfect, as always, baby, “ she replied softly. Elvis breathed in before turning to look at himself again in the mirror. He smirked, wrapping an arm around Y/n’s waist and pulling her before him. “Okay, baby girl, time for me to cause some Trouble.” Elvis licked his lips, kissing her cheek Y/n gave him a knowing look. “What have you got planned, Mr Presley?” she raised a brow at his tone. Elvis laughed lightly, whispering, “You’ll see.” 

Y/n climbed out of the car as she helped Gladys and walked with her arm looped with hers as Veron walked with them to their seats behind the stage. Elvis stood in the centre, his guitar strapped around his shoulder, listening to the crowd of young men and women cheering for him. Y/n noticed they separated the black people with a rope, keeping them on one side. Y/n felt disgusted as she felt Gladys’s hand grip hers, a sad smile on her face. “I know, baby, they don’t understand. It’s all right, we know, you and Elvis. You both accept everyone for who they are and what they are. You are both different, my special babies. I wish your mama were here to see that, but she will be watching” She kissed Y/n’s head softly as Y/n nodded, smiling at Gladys as Elvis’ voice rang through the microphone. “There’s been a lot of talk about the new Elvis”, the crowd jeered in response. Elvis looked into the crowd and raised his hand. 

“And, of course, that other guy”, putting all his fingers down except his pinky finger and bending it jokingly. “You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog, cryin all the ti-” Elvis chuckled into the microphone; he looked up at the speakers, hearing a voice. “There’s a lot of people saying a lot of things. Of course, you gotta listen to the people you love” He turned quickly, glancing at the Colonel, who nodded. Elvis glanced over at Y/n, his smile boarding Y/n mouthed, “Listen to yourself” She blew him a kiss. Elvis’s blue eyes shined at her words; nodding, he held the microphone. “But someone special always reminds me that in the end, you gotta listen to yourself. So I want you to know those New York people ain’t gonna change me none!” Elvis removed his guitar. The Colonel looked confused, and he glanced at Y/n. He knew something was changing, but he just didn’t know what. Elvis walked back to the centre of the stage; he turned to his band. “Trouble”, he said, winking at Y/n; she realised ‘Okay, baby girl, time for me to cause some Trouble’ his earlier words played in her head. “I’m gonna show you what the real Elvis is like tonight!” He shouted, and the crowd cheered.

Elvis raised his hand as the band played the first cord. Elvis looked behind his arm, swinging down. “If you’re looking for Trouble”, the band played the song. Vernon shook his head. “No, no”, he moved in his seat. “You came to the right place. If you’re looking for trouble just look right in my face.” His hips and legs began to move slightly to the rhythm of the music. “I was born standing up, and talking back. My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack” He raised his hands to his hair, his body swinging back and forth as the music gained momentum. Y/n felt her heart race, watching her man dance and sing, “Because I’m evil, my middle name is misery. Well, I’m evil, so don’t you mess around with me.” Elvis looked at the Colonel, tilting his head and signalling his words as a warning. 

As the song continued, the crowd grew crazier as Elvis, too, became entranced by his music and dancing on the stage. The Colonel ordered the police to remove Elvis from the stage. The danger grew as the crowd climbed over one another towards the stage. Elvis fought the police as the Colonel came over to the Presleys and Y/n as the fans began to riot against the police. “Uh, now would be a good time to return to the car” He chuckled nervously. Gladys gripped Y/n’s hand, pulling her to the car and seeing Elvis being pushed into a police car. “ELVIS!” Y/n shouted to her boyfriend, looking in alarm. “Y/n baby, go with mumma, okay, I’ll be alright!” he told her Y/n nodded in understanding. Climbing into the car, the driver drove away as Y/n looked back, seeing the chaos erupt rapidly red fireworks appearing in the sky. 

Elvis was kept in jail overnight for his lewd concert; sitting in the cold cell, his knee bounced anxiously. He heard Y/n’s sweet voice ring through the hall. “I have bail money for Mr Presley”, she said to the officers, who reluctantly allowed Elvis to bail as he waited at the door. Tapping the bars, he ran through the open door, running to Y/n and embracing her tightly. “Oh baby, thank you!” He exclaimed, running out of the station to Elvis’s car and quickly driving back to Graceland. When the car engine turned off, Elvis took Y/n in his arms, carrying her inside the house. Closing the door shut quietly, the young lovebirds ran up the stairs into their bedroom. 

Elvis locked his door and pulled Y/n in a passionate kiss. Elvis removed his black jacket and red tie. Y/n unzipped her dress, hurriedly throwing it over the chair. Elvis moaned his Adam’s apple bobbing, seeing Y/n in her pretty black lace underwear. His favourite. Elvis admired his girl, his feet carrying him over slowly. Y/n tilted her head slightly upwards to look into his eyes. There wasn’t much height difference, but they both loved that Elvis still had to lean slightly to kiss her. “So beautiful” His husky voice came out like a purr. Elvis swiped his thumb along her bottom lip. His palm cupped her face, and his face lit up at her doe eyes, watching him intently. Elvis kissed Y/n softly, his hand dropping from her cheek; he leaned down and picked her up. Carrying her to his large bed and laying her down, her hands tugged at his black dress shirt. Elvis unbuttoned it slowly. Teasing Y/n, he smirked, seeing her thighs rubbing together, a helpless moan falling from her lips. Her eyes glittered with desire, and her finger reached around her back to unclasp her bra, the straps falling down her shoulders. Throwing the garment away, Elvis’s chest rose and fell heavily, his hands unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. Y/n bit her lip, her eyes following Elvis fall to his stomach on the bed, nudging her legs apart.

Y/n dragged her hand down her body and raked them through Elvis’s hair; he grinned at the sensation. His eyes fell closed, kissing her inner thighs; he groaned, feeling her tug on his hair. His hands gripped her last piece of clothing Y/n giggled at his enthusiasm, helping him. “One of these days, baby, Imma just gonna rip em’ right up”, he growled, his voice dropping an octave Y/n sighed. “Baby, don’t go rippin’ anything”, she whined before moaning loudly, feeling Elvis’s tongue on her pussy. Her arousal dripped down onto the bed; Elvis lapped eagerly, his hands intertwined with Y/n’s on either side of her body. “Elvis!” Y/n gasped, her body tensing at the feeling of his tongue delving between her wet folds and sucking her swollen pearl. Elvis Presley was very talented with his tongue, not just gifted in to help his singing, but pussy eating too. Y/n would give him a crown and title for his expertise in providing her waves of pleasure. He could live in between her legs; if he could, he often said it; he’d be so busy he would mumble in her pussy. “I’d die a happy man buried between your legs, little mama. A real happy man” Y/n would always shudder at his words. Y/n was brought back to reality by hearing Elvis growl “Good girl, lettin daddy take care of you”, Y/n moaned, arching her hips. “Always for you, Daddy” Elvis’s blue eyes darted up, seeing Y/n’s face twisted in pleasure, her mouth open, strings of his favourite sounds leaving her lips. 

Elvis continued his ministrations. Y/n’s high-pitched whines were a sign that she was close. Elvis knew her like the back of his hand; he could feel her legs begin to shake. Elvis removed one of his hands from hers, entering two fingers inside her, feeling her inner walls clench around his fingers immediately. Y/n’s free hand combed through his ink-black hair, tugging on the roots. “Elvis, honey, please, I’m close”, she cried out Y/n gasped sharply, her body jolting. Elvis curled his fingers, his fingers increasing pace, working Y/n through her climax. Elvis moaned, not letting a drop go to waste, ensuring he was savouring her.

Crawling up her body, Elvis removed his boxer briefs, kissing her chest tenderly, working his way up her neck along her jaw, finally landing on her lips. Elvis breathed heavily, staring into her eyes. “You want me to use protection, baby?” His soft voice made her heart flutter Y/n smiled as she shook her head. “No, I want to feel all of you. I need to feel all of you,” She whispered. Elvis smiled gently; he kissed her cheek delicately before hissing lightly, feeling her walls around him. Y/n moaned and let out a sigh as her arms and legs wrapped around Elvis’s body, pulling him closer to her. “That’s it, little mama, take me so well.” He praised, rocking his hips slowly; the raw feeling of her velvety walls around his cock left him breathless. Normally, they would use protection, but he silently thanked Y/n for changing it this time and not wanting to use protection. He has always loved the idea of being a father; he wants little ones to run around Graceland and play in the grass on sunny days. Sitting inside watching TV on rainy days. The thought of Y/n being a mother. He internally groaned at the image. 

Elvis didn’t realise his thrusts grew harder in pace with his desire fueling him. Y/n writhed underneath him, a smile playing on his lips. “I’ve been thinkin’. Thinkin’ bout’ you and me with a lil one,” he grunted Y/n’s eyes open, studying Elvis’s face contorted in pleasure. She blinked softly, feeling her walls flutter around his cock at the thought of being a mother. “Mhmm” She nodded in response. Elvis held her face. “You like that idea, have ourselves a baby?” He moaned, kissing her throat Y/n whimpered. “Want a baby, Elvis, please.” she begged. Her boyfriend breathed heavily, his head resting against hers. “I love you so much, Y/n. My special girl,” Elvis smiled, his blue eyes filled with love and lust. Y/n’s eyes mirrored his, and both smiled, "I love you too, Elvis." Elvis’s thrusts became uneven. Holding Y/n’s hand beside her head, both felt their peaks crash together. Elvis kissed Y/n; their loud moans muffled, his hips slowing down. Pulling away from the kiss, the young couple giggled lightly. Elvis slowly climbed off Y/n and pulled her to his chest. Kissing her head, he wrapped his arms around her body. Elvis pulled the silk covers over their bodies, and both quietly basked in the afterglow together. 

“Thanks for bailing me out of jail, baby. I didn’t really think that through, to be honest.” He let out a hearty laugh. Y/n kissed his chest and leaned on her arm; Y/n gave him a mischievous glint in her eye accompanied by a smirk, whispering against his mouth,

“Oh honey, it was really no Trouble”

[doggone-devil]

How (Not) To Summon a Demon: Chapter 2

I may have stayed up a little late into the night writing this. And by late, I mean it's morning now. Worth it. Anyways, chapter 2 to my first fanfic! Hope ye enjoy! Alastor x fem!Reader, she/her pronouns

Also for those of you who would rather read on Ao3, I now have the first and this chapter posted there! I'll be updating on both as I write.

Feedback always welcome! Thank you! <3

Come six in the morning, you’re laying wide awake in your bed, staring at your ceiling in anger. You had barely managed an hour of sleep, spending most of the night tossing and turning, waking up in a cold sweat from shadows wrapping around you in your dreams. It was the same, over and over and over. You’d drift off and be plunged into darkness. You’d scream and flail around, trying to find something solid to stand on, but the shadows would devour you, pulling you down to something you couldn’t see.

Somewhere between the eighth nightmare and 3AM, you gave up on trying to sleep.

Rolling over onto your side, you glared at the clock perched on your nightstand. The red neon numbers seemed to mock you, laugh at your misery. Your glare hardened and you harshly turned over to your other side. Now your gaze met a wall. The neutral grey staring back at you was soothing, but not enough to help your eyes close. You look over to your window, noting the faint, blue light starting to creep in as a sign the sun was soon to follow. The transparent white curtains drifting ever so slightly, moving with a wind you couldn’t feel. That’s odd.

You shift upright, lifting your arm up into the air. There’s no breeze, no draft that blows on your skin but the curtains continue to gently sway. Maybe the window was cracked? You groan, hoping not so you go to check, pushing the cover off you. Your fingers press on the frame, pushing down but it doesn’t move. It’s clearly shut, no breeze. You watch the curtains but they’ve now stilled, no longer moving.

“I’m too tired for this shit,” you mumbled, shuffling back to your bed. You just want at least another hour or two for a chance at sleep, to succumb to the exhaustion you felt. Yet fear kept you from nodding off, too scared to return to that plaguing nightmare.

You blame that stupid book. If you hadn’t entertained the idea and did the stupid ritual, you wouldn’t have spooked yourself. Deep down, you still can’t explain really what had happened after. The candles, the lights, the voice. It all felt so real, but then Veronica came home and it was like nothing had happened. You shudder, feeling your skin crawl. Thinking about the paranormal with sleep deprivation was probably not the best idea right now. You needed to distract yourself.

Reaching for your phone on your nightstand, you let your thumb swipe mindlessly over apps until something catches your eye. Your happily lost in the content until something moving in your peripheral pulls your attention away. You try not to look at first, but it’s there, just out of sight. It’s tall, dark, and you swear it’s moving closer to you.

You snap your head up and it’s gone. No moving shadow, just an empty corner of your room.

“Calm down, calm down, calm down,” you whisper to yourself like a mantra. It’s just because your tired, there’s nothing there.

Taking a steady breath, you return to your phone and, there! It’s back again. It’s closer, too. You swear it’ll touch you in the next few steps. You feel yourself starting to sweat, your heart beating fast. Anxiety grabs hold of you, making it hard to breathe. Again, you look, your head spinning from the whiplash of how fast you turned.

You fall back off your bed with a loud thud when you come face to face with red eyes in the darkness.

Somewhere in the distance, you can hear your name being called, no doubt from Veronica. You had hit the floor hard enough, you’re positive you woke the neighbors as well, but all of that was lost to you as you try to sit back up. The eyes are gone, as is the shadow.

Veronica steps into your room, staying by the door. “Are you alright?” she asks, voice laced with sleep. You slowly nod your head.

“Y-Yeah, just… got startled awake. Sorry,” you apologize. She seems ok with your response and leaves, shutting your door.

You groan, rubbing your face with your hands. “I need to get it together,” you speak into your palms. “Gonna start thinking I’m going crazy.”

“No need to think it since you are.”

“What does that mean?” you ask the voice.

Wait.

Your body freezes, your hands staying on your face. Your breath is caught in your throat.

That was a voice. A random voice. In your room. It talked to you and you replied. What the fuck is going on?

“W-Who’s there?” you ask quietly, too afraid to remove your hands in fear of what you’ll find. You’re starting to think it’s not some intruder, but something far more sinister. Something…otherworldly. You shouldn’t believe in it but, what else could it be?

“Really,” you hear the voice scoff. “You had the gall to summon me then ask who I am? The nerve of mortals.” The voice is filled with static, like something you’d hear from an old radio station. It’s also dark, deep, sending chills of fear up your spine. Your hold body was alert, your head screaming at you to get out, to run. Flee while you still can.

But…curiosity had it’s iron grip on you.

“A-Are you a d-demon?” You mentally curse yourself for stuttering so much.

Anther scoff, this one sounding a bit more amused. “If that’s what you want to call me.” You hear something shuffle around, your bed creaking under a foreign weight. Whoever or whatever it is, is now sitting on your bed. “Now answer me, my dear. How come you sit over there with your eyes covered?”

You feel like laughing, like crying, like screaming and running. You felt like you were going insane. Logically, this is an intruder, the same one from the night before. Whoever it was had hid in your room, in your closet, and waited for the opportunity for your to let your guard down. It wasn’t a demon, and yet, that made this scenario somewhat scarier. An intruder meant a human, someone unpredictable. You felt tears build behind your eyes.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you found yourself whispering, a little plea to whoever was there.

“Hurt you? Now why would I do that, hm?” the voice asks. “That would be bad business, wouldn’t you agree?”

Business? What was he talking about? “Business, what business?”

“Why, the business we have, my dear! You summon me, I grant your wish, and in return, I get your soul. Honestly, did you not read the book properly?” The question fell on deaf ears as you tried to process the other part of his sentence. Summon, wish, soul. Holy shit, this was a demon.

You needed to look now, to confirm what was there. You gulp, hands shaking. You repeat to yourself not to scream as you slowly pull your hands down, peeking your eyes open. There, on your bed, leaning over to look at you was a tall, very real, demon.

You really tried not to scream, honestly, you did.

As soon as the first sound of the scream passed your lips, a large, gloved hand grabbed your mouth. The scream stopped in your throat, your breath coming out in hard exhales through your nose. You look up, horrified, at the face looming over you. Sharp teeth glinted in the dim light, red eyes glaring at you like a warning. Don’t scream.

Once again, you hear your name from outside your bedroom door. It’s Veronica. “Girlie, you alright?” This time, she sounds more awake, like she’s been up for a while now. You glance at the door, then back at the demon. He’s watching you like he’s waiting to see what you do next. He seems satisfied with your choice cause his hand is gone and you take a big, much needed inhale.

“Y-Yeah, I’m good. I, uh, stubbed my toe!” you say loud enough so she can hear. You hope she won’t come in, not wanting the demon to even go near her. He was here from your doing and you’d be damn to drag her into this.

“Ok, well, I’m heading off to Josie’s. I’ll be back later!” she informs and you hear the front door shut.

Oh no.

“Well, now that we’re alone,” the demon says, leaning back onto your bed, crossing his legs. “Shall we get started?”

You blink.

The demon stares at you, looking annoyed as you sit in your knees.

You blink again and he’s still there.

You start to giggle, then laugh as you hold your stomach. You laugh and laugh until the world starts to feel dizzy. Just as you slip off the world, you feel strong arms wrap around you. Somewhere in the haze, before darkness consumes you, you can hear the demon speaking softly.

“Just what have you gotten me in to?”

 —

Irritated with you, Alastor placed you on your bed. He knew you were tired from watching your restless body all night, but this was ridiculous. Rude, even. Here he was, called forth by your amateur ritual, and you had the audacity to not only insult him, but laugh in his face before fainting! Just what kind of mortal were you?

Alastor paced your room, his shoes clicking against the hardwood floors. His smile was strained, gums peeking through. He couldn’t figure out how this had happened. Sure, he heard the tales during his earlier days in hell, mentions of demons being summoned above to do the bidding of the living. He even waited for his turn, knowing a bit about voodoo and magic from his days spent alive. Yet nothing ever came and, slowly, talks of summonings died down as humans slowly forgot. He assumed his sigil was just never discovered and went about his years in Hell in peace. He rose to great power, becoming an Overlord, and even recently took up a project with the daughter of the devil himself.

He had actually been at the hotel, talking to Charlie about a new development for the building, an addition to the south wing. He was just about to ask her a question when bright, green light flooded the room. It surrounded him, swirling angrily before pulling his body upward. Charlie had looked terrified, trying to grab his hand, but it went right through. His body seemed to lose it’s tangibility as he floated towards the ceiling. Then, in a flash, he found himself standing in a darkened room.

In front of him sat a young girl, holding her knees to her chest. When he saw the candles and the book laid out on the table, his sigil clear as day with blood staining it, he knew what had happened.

“This isn’t funny,” the girl had whispered and Alastor wanted to laugh. Almost. If he wasn’t seething with anger.

“Oh, darling, I can ensure you I’m not laughing,” he had spoke to her and she had screamed. The fear rolling off her as he watched her fumble around was amusing. She even threatened him and Alastor wanted to prolong it just a bit, tempted to scare her further, but then someone came in and he retreated to the shadows.

From there, he had watched the two girls interact, the new face obviously concerned for the one who summoned him. They disappeared into a room and Alastor followed them. After that, Alastor just watched from the shadows, trying to see what the girl would do next. She had a sleepless night, it seemed. He knew his presence was giving her nightmares, but he couldn’t leave.

Alastor’s frown deepens. He can’t leave. Not until you wake up and make a deal with him. That’s the whole point of the contract you started. In return for your very soul, Alastor would grant you whatever your heart desired. Fame, fortune, it didn’t matter. Alastor had enough power to grant it all.

Looking back towards the bed, Alastor studied your face. You seem peaceful this time, no issues staying asleep like earlier. Your features are soft and Alastor moves closer. It’s been decades since he’s been up here, in the world of the living. Decades since he’s touched human flesh. Warm, soft, delicate flesh. His mouth filled with saliva, threatening to drool over. His stomach hungered, growling low. His jaw tightens and he moves away from you.

You were a foolish mortal, playing a dangerous game, and Alastor couldn’t wait to ruin you.

Masterlist , Ao3

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[horangboosadan]

DOMINO | PROFILES: no one asked

synopsis:  A literature student with a procrastination problem and a dancing major who always says yes makes for an interesting combo of neither getting things done. It doesn’t help that there’s a best friend in the mix certain that the two will fall in love and makes sure they spend time together, only the two of them.

Somehow, every deadline is still met. Even the amount of time expected before the start of a developing crush.

pairing: Kwon Soonyoung x gender neutral!reader (they/them pronouns)

genre: romance, fluff, smau

masterlist 

YN: literature major that usually procastinates and uses every excuse to do something that isnt studying. best friends with mingyu. lives with ‘95s. avid listener and fan of woozi’s music.

MINGYU: culinary major. best friends with yn and has a mission to help them find a partner. lives with the rest of ‘97s.

SEUNGKWAN: music production major. newest addition to yn’s friend group. lives with veron and dino.

SEUNGCHEOL: literature major. the annoying dad of the group. lives with yn and the rest of ‘95s.

JEONGHAN: law student. lives with yn and rest of ‘95s.

JOSHUA: marketing major. has a sibling relationship with yn. lives with yn and the rest of ‘95s.

MINGHAO: literature major. lives with the rest of ‘97s. 

boo talks

i am so excited to be posting these profiles. this is yn’s friend group at the start of the fic. if you do pay close attention, you can see that there’s an overlap in who knows who and so on. i cannot wait to start posting, but at this point I’m still not entirely done so I’m hoping posting this will also hold me accountable. and, HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOSH! 

[naviaknell777]

THE URGE TO WRITE FULL BOOK STYLE FANFICS THO!!! I have two requests still left to do but I have so many other one-shot and full book ideas. Here’s all the full book ideas I have so far. I’ll need to finish requests before I write anything else but what do you think of these ideas? Any one I should start first in particular?

Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir x OC (Maricielo, her design and character sheet is on my art insta at vera_prime_studio) -> she’s also a hero and miraculous holder

Steven Universe x human reader (future! Series) -> at beginning of the Future series she moves to beach city, befriends Steven, maybe even falls in love?

Donnie x OC (Veron, her character sheet also on my art insta), who’s a turtle yokai

Sans x monster reader -> who’s Sans’ bestie and they experience life while Frisk is on a genocide route.

Sokka x reader -> They’re a firebender who was abandoned by their parents, the GAang reluctantly takes them in

Edalyn Clawthorne x OC (Sairi, who’s character sheet is on my Wattpad), she’s had an on and off crush on Eda since high school (and they’ve been best friends ever since) and they finally get together during the plot of the show

Ofc, I’ll let you know of more ideas if I get any, but that’s all the long term fic ideas I have rn. Lemme know what you think!

[clnriswood]

ARCHIE ANDREWS X READER

Big Little Town: Part Two

a/n: hello! very long chapter incoming! this one is kind of world build-y but i promise after this it’s angst galore. lmk if you want to be on a tag list, love you all and can’t wait to keep writing!

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There hadn’t been much unpacking progress that afternoon. The girl had been in a pretty much constant state of fear and mingled excitement, so the only thing she’d managed was making her oak framed bed up with thick patterned quilts, and her window with a wispy white curtain. Archie saw her bring it upstairs and hang it up, of course. She’d noticed him eyeing her discreetly from his desk, but he was polite enough to pretend not to see what she was doing. After that the drapes had stayed closed. Now, the girl was heaving other objects into her room as a last minute distraction, the current item in question being a large gold framed mirror that she leaned decoratively against the wall opposite her bed. Her mother had helped her bring it up, and now they both stood in front of the mirror, staring at themselves in the vast reflection.

“What do you think?” her mother smiled.

She looked at herself, thinking. She hadn’t changed since earlier, but there was now a visible panic sweat building on her brow.

“I think I’m going to piss myself,” she concluded.

“Oh!?” her mother gaped wih surprise, giving her a light slap.

“Sorry,” she grumbled, turning away and sitting defeatedly on the edge of her bed.

“Don’t say that. It’s a blessing, really,” said her mother, sinking down beside her and placing a hand to her knee. “You have people coming right to you to try and be your friend!”

“How is that a blessing?” she replied dumbly with a furrow of her brows.

“Well,” she tried gently, “you aren’t so good at approaching other people first.”

The girl shot her mother one of those daggered glares she’d gotten so good at.

“Nevermind,” her mother dropped it with a scoff.

The girl stared down at her scuffed up sneakers, tapping them together uneasily.

“She’ll be here soon.”

“She?”

“Betty,” the girl explained. “She’s picking me up to take me to Pop’s.”

“I thought Fred Andrew's boy was doing that?” her mother said with surprise. “Doesn’t that make more sense? He lives right ther-”

“No,” the girl said. “Betty offered first.”

Lie. Immediately after receiving Archie’s invitation he’d asked to take her over but she made something up about Betty taking her and then had to frantically text Betty and lie to her that Archie couldn’t take her and then had to ask her to bring her instead and then-

“You really are bad at this lying thing,” her mother concluded her thought for her.

The girl gaped in mock hurt, but then dropped the expression, too lazy to even try pretending her lie wasn’t, well, a lie.

Then there was a ring at the doorbell. It was distant, but still, struck a fearful cord that sure sounded loud in the girl’s ears. She stood up slowly, tucking her phone into her jean’s tight back pocket and attempting to suck in a confident breath.

“Shame,” her mother’s cheeky words followed her out the room, “I wanted to see how much that Archie boy had grown.”

Thank goodness her back was to her mother as she descended the creaky stairs or she would’ve been in for a whirlwind of questions concerning the absolute red that seeped into her daughter’s cheeks.

. . .

Betty drove a little blue car that was, honestly, a little messy. Not that she was judging, it was just unexpected to see the neat blonde with a book scattered and paper strewn backseat. There was even a bundle of red yarn, like she was going crime solving or something. The thought made the girl laugh to herself. Yeah right.

The car was pretty quiet, (Y/N) thinking of her mother’s remark at her inability to approach people first, one which seemed very relevant at the moment.

“So, what sort of things are you looking forward to at school?” Betty finally broke the silence with some easy conversation.

The girl’s eyes flickered as she watched the flare of passing headlights, responding, “I hear you guys have a good music program?”

“Oh yeah,” Betty flashed her straight white teeth. “I’m awful at that stuff. Archie is great though!”

“Yeah I-” the girl shook her head and wrinkled her nose with embarrassment, “I know I… I used to know Archie. And you, kind of.”

Betty tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, not wanting to be rude but having no indication of who the girl was in her memory.

“I’m (Y/N),” she said, “which you know already. But my full name is (Y/N/) (Y/L/N).”

Betty repeated her full name slowly, trying to see if it rang any bells. She tried again but nothing stirred. She repeated it once more, and it took a second for it to actually hit her.

“OH MY GOD!” she hit the brakes with surprise, her blonde pony swinging.

She turned to get a look at the girl, a good look this time. Her perfect pink lips dropped open.

“You’re-” she shook her head, searching for the right words. Then she settled on gorgeous. “Not that you weren’t before,” she explained quickly, her lashes fluttering, “you’ve just changed a lot.”

Betty turned her big blue eyes slowly back to the road and started driving again with a short little laugh.

“Thanks,” the girl said bashfully, unsure of how else to reply. “You haven’t. Changed, I mean. You were always really cute.”

Betty let out an ugly snort, making the girl’s lips stretch wide into a smile.

“What?!”

“Please,” Betty scoffed. “I was not cute. I was embarrassing. I thought I was going to grow up to be either a princess, the president, or both simultaneously.”

“Are you kidding? That’s still my dream,” she joked, making Betty release a sweet airy laugh.

Sure enough, the girl found herself warming quickly to Betty Cooper.

“I was actually jealous of you, y’know?” Betty said as she turned her head to look at the girl with a grin.

“What? Me!?” she chortled. “Me, the weirdo with no friends?”

Betty shook her head, eyes back on the road now, “one friend.”

And just like that, the panic sweat was back.

“Archie?” she said nervously.

“Yeah, little Archie,” Betty rolled her eyes, “I had the biggest crush on him when we were kids.”

The girl gave a nod, twirling a piece of hair nervously around her index finger. Huh, looks like there was competition for her childhood crush. She couldn’t blame Betty for liking him. Any little girl with two eyes would’ve. Not wanting to sound too obvious, she asked, “do you still?”

Betty ugly snorted again, and then scolded herself for the reaction.

“Don’t tell Archie I laughed at him for that.”

“Believe me I won’t,” the girl chuckled.

“I’ll always love that boy but we’re very different people,” Betty explained, pulling up to the diner. “Plus I’ve got Jughead, and he’s got Ronnie.”

The girl was so busy absorbing the flickering neon lights of Pop’s famous (in her mind) Diner, that it took her a second to process what was just said or what it meant at all.

“What’s a Jughead?” she said stupidly to herself.

Betty just smiled and opened her door, the girl blindly following after her. It had been so long since she’d been to the diner, but not much had changed, other than it looked like it’d had a fresh coat of paint and someone had finally fixed that dreadful buzzing light in the “n” of the sign. The girl tripped nervously behind Betty into the diner, the door letting loose a little jingle as they stepped in. Unlike the cool night air they’d just briefly been exposed to, Pop’s was filled with a warmth and delicious sugary smell that made the girl salivate at once. A feeling of absolute nostalgia swept over her, one so strong Betty had to shake her out of it.

“(Y/N), hey, they’re over here.”

She snapped out of it, hair whirling around her shoulders as she turned to her left, eyes landing on a nearby booth where three people sat. One was a black haired boy in a beanie who sat with his legs up against the table but shifted upwards with a smile when he saw Betty. That must be the boy she’d just referred to as an it, she thought to herself. Then there was a raven haired girl in a sleek black dress who sat about as prim and properly as a person could in a plastic-y diner booth. Ronnie, she presumed. And then there was Archie Andrews. Archie Andrews with the beautiful brown eyes that were glued indiscreetly to her. Archie Andrews with his arm around the stunning girl beside him.

“Fuck,” the girl began to whisper, but then, catching their eye, let the word buzz out into nothingness as she gave them all a big fake smile hello.

“Jug, Veronica, this is (Y/N),” Betty introduced the girl politely. 

“Pleasure,” Veronica offered a hand, Jughead giving her a nod of acknowledgement.

She took her hand awkwardly as Betty pulled her up a chair to sit at the end of the table.

Oh good, like she could fifth wheel any harder.

“And Archie, you know (Y/N)!?” Betty beamed.

Archie’s eyes sparkled with knowing as he gave a nod, one the girl barely caught as she looked away quite quickly. Up close he was even more terrifying. And by terrifying she meant handsome. And by handsome she meant terrifying. A loose red strand of hair fell in front of Archie’s enthralled stare, and he was too dumbfounded to do anything about it, so Veronica fixed it up for him, making him snap out of his short lived trance. He moved his eyes over to his girlfriend, giving her a half smile.

“What’ll we be having?” a kind voice interrupted them.

The girl looked up into the eyes of none other than Pop himself. He wore the same old Pop’s uniform and the same old smile. He had that glorious Santa Clause twinkle in his eyes, and just the jolly Santa Clause laugh to go with it.

“My my, if it isn’t (Y/N),” he shook his head.

“You remember me?!” she said with both surprise and flattery.

Pop gave her a pat on the shoulder, addressing the group, “this girl used to come in every afternoon, sit right up on those stools that were too tall for her little legs, and order an extra-chocolate chocolate milkshake,” he smiled. Then, looking down, he chuckled, “how could I forget?”

She looked up at him with a huge grin, “you never did tell me your secret.”

“Ah, you’re old enough now,” he shrugged, “it was an extra brownie.”

“What?!” her mouth fell open, “that was it!? But you’d go back there and make it seem like you were doing this big magical thing-”

“Extra brownie,” he cut her off with a proud little wheeze, to which she shook her head. “I presume it’ll be the same for tonight, right?”

She scoffed, crossing her legs in her chair and sitting up a little better, “right.”

Pop nodded, “good to have you back, kiddo.”

The girl turned back slowly to face the others, who of course were all staring at her. There was a shared expression amongst them that she couldn’t place. They didn’t speak for a few seconds. Then it was Jughead who finally said what they were all thinking.

“You’ll let us try that thing, right?”

She let out a sigh of relief, and then a laugh and a shake of her head, “of course.”

. . .

Once they’d all passed the milkshake around the table once, every person had come to the same conclusion: this girl had taste. Then they’d all ordered themselves a round of her extra-chocolate chocolate milkshakes, even Archie. As she took sips of the delicious sugary goodness, it felt like social fuel being pumped into her lungs. She bonded with Jughead over their interest in fiction, Veronica over their interest in fashion, Betty with everything, and Archie with nothing, since she didn’t really speak to him. The neon lights of the diner sent a warm pink glow over the group, flushing their skin with the retro aura that made Riverdale what it was.

“A cracktown in the middle of the forest,” Jughead had decided to call it.

“Jug,” Betty hit her hand to her forehead with a laugh.

“No, seriously (Y/N) you wouldn’t believe the crap that happens here,” Jughead said, tossing a brownie chunk in his mouth.

“Relax, Jones,” Veronica said. “Don’t go scaring off our new girl so soon.”

The girl smiled a confused smile, unaware of what subtext she was missing out on.

Changing topic, Veronica asked what she might be looking forward to at school.

“Oh, um, the music,” she responded for the second time that night, averting Archie’s eyes as she did so. “I play guitar.”

“Do you now?” Veronica arched a sharp brow. “So does this ginger stallion beside me.”

Veronica grabbed Archie’s large arm and gave it an encouraging squeeze.

He nodded, and she made direct eye contact with him for only the second time that evening. His eyes softened when he caught her looking, making her stomach turn. Not that either would say it, but she was the one who had taught him to play, something they both recalled. He cracked the tiniest of smiles for her, making her forget how to breathe as she found herself suddenly very interested in the bottom of her milkshake glass. An awkward silence, the first and only of the night, ensued.

Veronica, feeling responsible for it, said, “well it’s late. I should be heading home before daddy worries.”

The girl had to pinch herself under the table to keep herself from laughing at whatever the hell had just been said. She raised her jaw to give Veronica a smile, the group rumbling with mutual chatter and goodbye’s as she parted without Archie, who she apparently called Archiekins.

“Me too,” Jughead said, “not because of my daddy issues,” he clarified. “I have a paper to write.”

“I’ll take you back,” Betty said, helping her boyfriend out of the seat after her. He leaned up and planted a kiss to her cheek as he stood, wrapping an arm around her.

It was kind of a funny sight to see the pink clad blonde girl with the black clad emo boy, but they did seem a good pair. The two stared at her.

“(Y/N), you coming?” Betty smiled.

The girl was far too nervous to even acknowledge Archie for a goodbye as she stood, making a clamor and hitting her knees on the table, “yeah.”

She barely got a step away before Archie cut the group off.

“Actually-” he started

They all turned to look at him.

His eyes were now fixated right on the girl, and confidently. Not that they weren't before, just that he seemed a little unsure of how to act around her up until the given moment, for whatever reason. He had his legs spread apart now, shoulders comfortably back against the crimson backside of the booth.

“I’ll take you,” he said.

“Well-” she protested.

But he wasn’t having it this time.

He did this incredibly frustrating blink smile thing at her that made her heart do somersaults.

“I’ll take her,” he said again, firmly, and to the others this time.

Feeling trapped, the girl turned to Betty for guidance. But Betty, being Betty, just smiled.

“Have fun you two.”

She felt like she was being abandoned by her new sister and her sister’s edgy boyfriend, helpless as they walked hand and hand away from her. She kept her back to Archie long after they left, too scared to turn. Her heels were glued together, and she raised her chin up to stare into the blazing lights above in a failed attempt to make the nightmare end. Then, slowly, she tilted her head, enough to address him without looking properly.

“After you.”

. . .

Archie drove an old truck that made strange noises when it ran but felt homey nonetheless. The seats were faded and it smelt of must and what she presumed to be his own scent, which was a kind of mingled sweat and dark cologne mixture that she strangely liked. An old CD was crammed into the car’s disk drive, and it hummed out low rock music that soothed the girl’s nerves. For a while, neither of them spoke, but it was he who finally broke the silence.

“Sorry,” Archie huffed lightly as the girl studied her void surroundings.

It was pitch black on the roads, and she had her head pressed to the cool glass as she stared into the inky black of the night. Archie had rolled his window down so that an icy breeze rolled up onto her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

“For what?” she spoke softly into the surface of the glass, her knees against the door.

“Oh, I know it’s not much,” the red haired boy said, moving his eyes between the road and the girl beside him.

“I like it,” she smiled, tilting her head to look at him and flashing her teeth.

Archie’s lips curled upwards, “yeah?”

He stared at her, his own teeth bright white against the darkness of his car.

“You think I wouldn’t?” she said, moving her knees from the door to facing forwards.

“Well,” he shrugged, “some people in this town have very expensive tastes.”

“Mmm?” she challenged, wiggling a brow at him. “And you think that includes me, Archiekins?”

She’d said the last word with the best Veronica impersonation she could manage; it was awful.

Archie let out a short loud laugh that he then stifled with his free hand. He leaned back further against his seat, relaxing his shoulders and keeping one hand lazily planted to the steering wheel as he shook his gorgeous red hair with amusement.

“I don’t know,” he laughed, his large eyes glimmering as the passing car lights shone in them. “You could’ve changed.”

“Yeah right,” the girl said, easing up and turning so that her back was now fully against the passenger door and her front was pointed directly at the boy.

Archie’s face flashed with some expression she couldn’t make out.

“What?” she prodded him.

“I don’t know, is it so hard to believe?” he shrugged, tilting his head to look briefly down at her.

She averted his eyes instantly. So apparently she wasn’t fully accustomed to him quite yet.

“What do you mean?” she asked the road.

“I mean-” he started, squinting his eyes and swaying his head as he selected his next words, “you’ve definitely changed.”

“Hm?” she said with mild surprise, turning back to look at him and feeling her heart skip a beat when she saw that he was still right there, staring back at her where she’d left him.

Archie didn’t know how to explain verbally, so he just kind of lingered his eyes very curiously on her before moving them slowly back to the road. He suppressed a smile with a bite of his cheek, making her frustrated.

“What?” she snapped.

“There’s not a very gentlemanly way of putting it,” he rolled his head attractively to look back down at her, smirking.

Her raised brows very slowly settled as she realized what he meant, her face burning with embarrassment as she turned it back to the outdoors and prayed he couldn’t make out her expression. So what, he just pointed out that she looked different. But what was that supposed to mean? She had to pinch her thighs to gather herself.

“So then who's to say you haven’t completely changed?” she finally responded in a cool tone.

“If it isn’t obvious by the dump on wheels that I drive,” he laughed, “me.”

“Really?” she taunted, mimicking his seductive head roll and blinking sweetly up at him, “I think you’ve definitely changed.”

Archie snorted and crinkled his nose adorably, tapping the girl off with his shoulders playfully, “hey.”

He wore this inquisitive smile as he turned quickly to look at her. He wanted her to elaborate on what she’d meant, but she just left him hanging like he’d done to her.

“Well,” he decided with a slow exhale, “I’m kind of relieved, to be honest.”

“Why?” she asked, taking his focus on the road as time to study the perfect curvatures of his cheeks, jaws, and lips.

“I’m glad you’re still, you know, you,” he said. “Sweet. Sassy. Kind of scary.”

She knocked his elbow with her own, “shut it Andrews.”

He opened his lips just wide enough to flash the edges of his jutted canines, “there she is.”

She couldn’t help but giggle, moving her legs and folding them to sit crossed legged in his seat. Archie didn’t seem remotely surprised.

“Yeah well, are you still the Archie Andrews I know?” she asked.

“Mmph,” Archie puffed lowly, “you could say that.”

“Elaborate,” she said.

“A lot has happened since you left. So, no. But, also yes? I’m still me underneath everything, I just think that a lot of people forget that... including me,” he explained somberly.

“Oh,” she frowned, “troubled past?”

He laughed bitterly, “like you wouldn’t believe.”

“I might,” she said, squishing her lips together with curiosity.

Archie shook his head with concealed hurt, not knowing where to start. He took a minute to himself before replying, during which he pulled up to their street and into his driveway.

“My dad passed away this year,” he decided.

“Oh,” the girl’s heart dropped.

She used to see Fred all the time when he and Mrs. Andrews would get Archie from school. She’d even written him the personalized essay on why he should get Archie his first guitar, and it had worked. Hurt but not knowing how to reply, she just stared at him, but he wasn’t looking back.

“I’m sorry,” she settled lamely.

“Me too,” Archie turned finally, resting his upset eyes on her, “about your dad.”

“Oh?” she said, taken aback.

“I mean,” he explained, “I knew back then, obviously. But I never said anything about it. I didn’t want you to think I judged you for it.”

“Honestly it’s fine,” she shook her head.

“No,” he cut her off, “because now I know what it feels like. To be the kid with the dad who died. Everyone treats you differently, like you’re, I don’t know, a victim. So nobody talks about it, it’s like they think I’ll self-destruct if they do,” his eyes settled in his lap. “And I don’t want that. I just want my dad.”

Her shoulders slumped with sadness, brows knitting as she leaned forward for his hand. She stopped though, not sure of if that was okay, so she asked.

“Can I?” she half whispered, tapping her fingers against Archie’s hand, which was still clutched tightly to his gear shift.

He just gave a little nod yes.

His hand was shaking a little when she reached for it, so she reassuringly wrapped her fingers around it, like in one of those friend hand holds where you don’t lock fingers. Archie wordlessly stopped her, nudging her fingers aside so he could lace his long fingers through her own. It took her aback, but there was no denying she preferred it. Kind of enthralled at the sight, she just looked at their hands together, hers much smaller and colder, feeling safe entangled in his. And his hands felt good. Rough. Warm. Familiar. Realizing it’d been the first time they’d actually touched in years, she felt her throat go hard. Archie seemed to pick up on it too, because when she lifted her gaze he was looking at her, kind of flickering his eyes back and forth between her own. She felt her heart pick up, thumping loudly in her ears, her blood filled with a faint electricity. But this time she didn’t look away. It felt too good to. So she let Archie do it, though he looked reluctant to do so. He retracted his hand timidly, making her instantly go cold without it.

“Hey,” he started softly, “are we okay?”

She stared at him with a slightly tilted head, “of course, why?”

“Well,” he said nervously, “You kind of shut me out with those curtains before. And then I got a text from Betty saying she was taking you to Pop’s at the last minute, which was weird because I’d already offered. And, well, you didn’t speak to me at all until ten minutes ago.”

He said it all to his knees instead of to her face, his lips curled into a frown.

The girl closed her eyes in embarrassment, shaking her head, “I’m sorry. It’s not what you think.”

When she opened them again he was looking at her, awaiting her next words.

She gulped nervously. It wasn’t exactly like she could admit she’d been hit full force with a suppressed wave of years of her own pent up frustration and feelings when she saw him.

“I just,” she sighed, rubbing a thumb nervously over her wrist “I was afraid.”

“Of what?” he replied with surprise.

“You,” she admitted, settling for the partial truth. “I hadn’t seen you in so long and I didn’t know how much had changed or if you’d-” she shook her head, pausing, “if new Archie would still like me.”

He released an airy laugh, “are you kidding (Y/N)(Y/L/N)?”

That threw her off guard. Back in the day he had often called her by her full name. Whether sweet or stupid, she had never decided. But this time it definitely felt sweet.

“No I’m not, Archie Andrews,” she said slowly back, drawing her gaze away.

That made him grin that damn grin that drove her insane.

“I could never stop liking you,” he promised with enough sincerity to make her look up again. “Promise.”

She smiled timidly, “how am I supposed to get that when I’m being dragged into a new friend group the very night I’m moving back into town?” she said. “I mean, they’re lovely of course,” she defended, “but you can’t blame me for being nervous.”

Archie squinted his eyes, taking in her words before deciding, “you're right.”

“I am?” she said with a confused laugh.

“Yes,” he nodded. “I know you, and I should’ve known better than to think that was your thing.”

He wasn’t wrong.

“And I promise,” he added, “next time it’ll be just us.”

She blinked at the fiery redhead with mingled hope and nervousness, “yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said, tilting his head forward with an encouraging smile. “Tomorrow I’ll come over and help you unpack. And then after we can do whatever you want, and you can catch me up on everything I missed,” he beamed.

Seeing him get so excited to spend time with her practically sent her off the deep end, her heart feeling like it was being squeezed out by Archie himself. She beamed back at him, making him smile, if possible, even wider.

“Wait,” she realized, feeling upset wash over her, “aren’t you supposed to see Veronica tomorrow?”

“Oh,” Archie said, knitting his brows, “it’s alright. I’m sure she’ll understand me helping out an old friend.”

Ouch. It was sweet, but still, she couldn’t help the sting that came with “old friend.”

“Really?” the girl asked.

“Of course,” he reassured.

She nodded nervously, feeling incredibly grateful to have him back. So she told him.

“I’m really happy to have you back.”

He let his lips fall into a content close, his chocolate eyes twinkling, “I’m happy to have you back too.”

The two stared at each other, an awkward quiet ensuing, neither sure of what to say next. Both luckily and unluckily, the girl’s front porch light snapped on, making both of them jump. The girl’s mother was by the door, and she was waving down Archie’s truck.

“Oh my god,” the girl said with horror, “Archie run.”

But he wasn’t listening. In fact, he was halfway out the truck.

“No way, Mrs. (Y/L/N)!?” he said cheerfully, extending his hand as he walked out to meet her halfway.

The girl cursed under her breath as she climbed out the vehicle, so appalled she could barely look.

“Archie!” her mom said, hobbling over in her pink robe.

She shook the boy’s hand, marvelling at what a handsome young man he was.

The girl’s sneakers crunched over the grass and leaves as she stood beside them, her eyes darting between the exchange and the ground but unsure of where to stay.

“Last time I saw you you were just a tiny little thing with a football twice the size of your head!” she chortled.

“And last time I saw you you looked just as youthful Mrs. (Y/L/N),” Archie replied.

Damn that boy was smooth.

Her mother clearly enjoyed it, voicing, “always an angel, Archie.”

The porch and moon’s light combined sent shadows over their faces, crickets chirping obnoxiously as her mother patted Archie off with a laugh. They made small talk that was frankly too unbearable for the girl, so she wordlessly slipped off and into the house before they could say anything. As soon as she got in she bolted up the stairs, hands running through her hair nervously and back hitting the door of her room once she was safe inside. She sucked in a few breaths, eyes fluttering as she processed the catastrophe occuring downstairs, and just generally in her life. A minute later she heard the front door close, and her mother yelled up something that sounded like an indistinct “well gosh I get what you mean now!” That only embarrassed the girl further, making her slide down against her door with a groan. Thank God her drapes were closed so Archie didn’t see it all happening. Well, speaking of…

The girl slowly opened her eyes, lifting her body from the ground with a sigh. She stood, staring at her curtains. She could see light flooding in from the other side, meaning Archie was now in his room. Sucking in a slow breath, she tucked her long hair behind her ears and approached her curtains slowly. Her face was expressionless as she felt for the fabric, her heart just a little too fast as she timidly pulled it aside.

There was Archie, breathtaking as ever. He sat on the edge of his bed, phone resting in his hands like he was contemplating using it. But then, feeling her bedroom light flood over to his side of the divide, Archie looked up with knowing. She still had one hand holding the drapes, the other loosely by her side, clutching her own phone. Archie stared at her with a happily taken aback expression, his chest heaving lightly against his white tee, his hands steady as they unlocked his phone. The auburn haired boy looked at her for a second, then down at his phone as he typed away a message. Then he looked back up. Her phone screen lit up at once.

No goodbye?

She chuckled, looking up in time to catch him smile with a tilt of his brows.

The girl typed back.

Sorry. Too rough down there, had to get out.

This time Archie laughed.

Goodnight, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).

She smiled.

Goodnight, Archie Andrews.

He didn’t text back after that, he just stepped forward and reached for his own blinds, tilting his head at her in a wordless goodbye. Neither wanted to be the first to shut the other out, so instead they just closed their blinds together, the last thing she caught being the ever so faint twitch of Archie’s content lips.

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine Veronica taking care of you when you’re sick.

Veronica entered your bedroom with a small folding tray in her hands. Set upon it, as you could see, was your favorite mug full of tea, a bowl of something steaming, and a small plate of saltine crackers.

“Fresh from New York, the best chicken noodle soup that you can get.” Veronica said, setting up the tray so the fold-out legs trapped yours between them, making a small table. Though she was smiling when she walked in, she now looked concerned. “When was the last time you took your medicine?”

“An hour ago.” You said, smelling the soup, and sampled the tea first. The heat of it felt good against your sore throat. “You didn’t need to get soup for me - and from New York? What that must have cost...”

“You’re worth it, it’s fine. It makes me feel better everytime, so eat up.” She went as far as to get you a napkin and tuck it into the top of the pajamas that you were wearing. “You look like you need all the help that you can get,” She admitted.

“Well, thanks for making me feel beautiful,” You said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes and took a step away from the bed. Normally you would have kissed her for doing something this sweet but the last thing that you needed was to make her sick as well. You didn’t have the connections to get her New York soup. “Thanks though, Ronnie, I do appreciate it.”

To show her that, you picked up the spoon, got a spoonful of the soup, blew on it slowly then put it into your mouth. Your eyes widened in surprise and Veronica’s smile came back.

“Told you it was the best.” She said. “You’re welcome.”

[chloe-skywalker]

Dating Derek Hale would include . . .

- Meeting Derek when he was walking back from giving the inhaler to Scott 

- Talking for a bit with him before Scott and stiles start to call you

- Derek actually smiling 

-  Him finding you  cute 

- Him smiling a little when he helps Scott and your there

- Being best friends with Scott and stiles since kinder-garden

- Seeing Derek wolf out for the first time

- And not being afraid

- Despite what his blue wolf eyes meant you think there as beautiful as his green eyes (and you tell him)

- Him asking you to go on a date after you save him and Scott from there encounter with crazy alpha Peter

- Stiles not liking the idea

- Learning all about what happened to his family

- Hearing stories from before the fire

- Peter finding you intriguing because your not afraid of him and you make Derek happy

- Being there when Derek slices Peters throat 

- You and Derek being happy 

- Once he starts building his pack you notice it changing him

- Calling him a dick for the way he treats Isaac 

- (protecting Isaac because you and him have been friends since before his mom died)

- Hating the way Erica flirts with him

- Derek reassuring you that he doesn't feel anything towards her

- Helping Scott because Derek is being a cocky ass 

- Derek not liking it and getting mad so you tell him why and leave and then he feels bad

- Being there when Scott agrees to help Derek but on his terms

- When helping them Derek keeps trying to get you to talk to him but you just look anywhere but him

- Stiles telling him that he’s gonna have to make a big juster because him being a douche alpha made their connection very weak

- And he does do something big to get you back 

- Being there with him, Peter, and Isaac when they find the alpha pack symbol on the Hale house door

- Helping them search for Erica and Boyd

- Deucalion targetting you to get to Derek 

- Aiden and Ethan seeing why Derek likes you 

- Being there for him when Cora’s hurt 

- Being with Derek when the Oni put the backward’s 5 behind his ear, them doing the same to you 

- Staying at the loft, he say’s it’s to protect you

- Him being pissed about Dany’s party but saying one downfall to kicking the party out was not dancing or getting to paint you

- Him laughing when you tell him that after knowing there called Oni your still calling them ninja’s 

- Your parents being ok with you staying over at the loft 

- Your parents know about the supernatural, and believing Derek can protect you better there any way (they approve)

- Stiles well void Stiles try’s to come after you just as much as Lydia (because Stiles is really close to you just like Scott).

- Being at the hospital when the electrifying stuff happens

- Trying to run and save Isaac push him out of the way but Derek grabs you pulling you away from the water

- That night later at the loft Derek and you cuddle in bed he can tell your letting tears fall down your face

- Him trying to comfort you saying he’s gonna heal, everything is going to be ok

- Derek not knowing how safe it is at the loft for you when

- Scott telling him it’s probably the safest place for you

- Coming out of the school and seeing Aiden get  stabbed

- Derek seeing you coming up behind him and seeing Aiden dieing

- You being close to both twins (after they became good) so him comforting you about it

- Being worried the whole time he’s gone to Mexico

- Going with your pack/friends to Mexico to find him (and Kate)

- Watching over baby Derek 

- Which is weird for you

- Him hitting on you

- When he gets back to normal you tease him about how little him was so cute, and how he hit on you

- Him getting back at you by teasing you ;)

- You not letting him feel bad about letting himself get fooled by Kate again ( he was turned back to when he thought he could trust her, not his fault)

- When his name unlock’s the last part of the dead pool he confronts you

- Being scared when you find out because you don’t want him to die

- Him assuring you he won’t 

- Derek being afraid that losing his werewolf abilities will let him lose you too

- You assuring him you love him no matter what

- Thinking he died and Argent and Parrish comforting you: only for you to turn around and seeing him, naked, standing over Kate and seeing a very scared Kate

- Telling him he is a very handsome wolf-human and actual wolf

- Going with him for summer break

- Skyping and visits

- (when he comes back to help (season 6) )

- Running up and hugging each other when Argent smiles and moves a little bringing Derek’s into your view

- Burring your head into his shoulder when Stiles fibs about what happened and Derek corrects him

- Going with him when you all (the pack) go to find other wolf’s and save them and help them not get killed by the hunters (Monroes hunters)

- Protective hugs

- Protecting you 24/7

- Staying with him and surprisingly always cuddling

- Derek hugging you from behind all the time

- Resting his chin on your head (cause he’s taller)

- Him not caring that he’s a couple years older than you 

(and I could probably go on but I'm already at 75 - )

Masterlist

[chibipeachu]

Beauty & The Seven Foot Frame

Villain!Bruno X Reader

Chapter Twelve

In case you missed chap eleven

CHAPTER THIRTEEN OUT NOW

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The next morning y/n woke up confused, wondering where she was. All at once the events of last night replayed in her head.

Y/n walked over to her pillow and pulled out the vision. “You knew!” Bruno’s eyes widened as he realized what she held in her hand “y/n I can explain it!” y/n sighed and threw the vision on the bed “you knew we were supposed to get married! You knew and you still ignored me and were rude to me!” Bruno sighed and watched as y/n paced the room while talking.

“I was scared y/n!” y/n scoffed and looked at him. “And I wasn’t! This whole marriage I believed that we were in the same boat, experiencing marriage together but I guess I was wrong. Because you knew!” y/n walked over to him and pointed her finger into his chest.

“You knew this the whole time bruno!” Y/n felt her eyes get glossy. “I trusted you! I told you everything, and you promised that you didn’t have any secrets!” Bruno looked down at y/n who had mixed emotions of sadness and anger. “Y/n Listen, I was gonna tell you!” Y/n scoffed at him “Oh yeah when, on our deathbed Bruno?” he looked away from y/n who sighed and gathered her clothes and walked out of his tower. 

Y/n felt a tear roll down her face. She quickly wiped it away and got up from her bed and got ready for the day. Once she was fully dressed she walked out to her family's kitchen, where all of her family was except her mama, Veronica, and a few of her tios.

“Good morning everyone!” y/n greeted. Fernando, who was drinking his coffee, quickly spat it out upon seeing his sister back at their house. “What are you doing here?” He asked y/n as he wiped his mouth. “I’m-!” “She’s staying here for a bit!” Veronica said as she walked out of her and victor’s room.

“Y/n come help us then!” One of y/n’s tia’s said as she cooked breakfast. “Yes tia Gabriella!” y/n rushed over and helped her tias make breakfast.

“Buneos dias everyone.” y/n’s mama said flatly. A few replies of “morning” were said. Esperanza noticed y/n in the kitchen cooking with her tias “Y/n?” y/n tensed up and turned around to face her mama.

“Hi mama…” y/n knew the amount of questions that would be asked by her mama. “What are you doing here? Why aren’t you with your husband and his family!” y/n saw Veronica stand up from her chair, ready to defend her younger sister. “I wanted to visit you all, I missed you guys!” y/n told her mama calmly trying not to upset her by her choice of words. Esperanza said nothing in return and just sat down for breakfast. 

After breakfast y/n went with her siblings to the bakery. On the way there y/n noticed it was very cloudy that morning. At the bakery y/n had been helping Veronica with the register. While the others got ready to open, y/n told Veronica the whole story of what had happened last night. 

“So he knew about you two getting married this whole time?” Veronica whispered to y/n as victor, alejandro and fernando walked by the sisters. “Yes!” y/n nodded at her sister. “What are you gonna do n-!” Veronica was cut off by the bell above the bakery’s door. “Ah y/n here these are for you mi cielito!” Dante handed y/n a big bouquet of flowers she liked as a child. “Oh um thank you dante! That’s very kind of you…” y/n gave him a forced smile and looked away.

Dante leaned forward and hugged y/n. Which caught her off guard. “If you ever need anything mi cielito just know i’m only across the way! Alright?” Dante held y/n’s chin. “Of course dante!” y/n moved away from dante.

After dante left the bakery victor and the twins started bursting out laughing and mocked dante “if you need anything i'm only across the way mi cielito!” Alejandro acted like he was Dante and victor acted as if he was y/n. Their jokes made y/n smile. 

Y/n joined in during some of the jokes throughout the day. Y/n laughed as she walked out of the bakery for her break, still thinking of a joke Veronica made. Y/n walked around the marketplace she had noticed two people arguing in an alleyway. Not wanting to be roped into whatever that was y/n just walked away and walked to her cousin’s shop they had where they sold fabrics.

“Hi prima!” Julio, one of y/n’s cousins, greeted her as she looked around the store “hi julio, how much is this?” y/n asked her cousin as she held up a dark green fabric. “Well since we’re related i’ll say one box of sopapillas!” y/n laughed and nodded at her cousin “alright it’s a deal, here hold my fabric please” y/n told her cousins as she walked towards the bakery to get a box of sopapillas “AND DON’T LET ANYONE TAKE IT JULIO OR I’M TELLING YOUR MAMA!” y/n playfully threatened her older cousin.

Y/n quickly grabbed a box and ran back to her cousin's shop. “Here tak- take it!” y/n said out of breath from running back so quickly. “Pleasure doing business with you, Mrs. madrigal!” y/n internally whined at her cousin’s words but didn’t show it on the outside. “Thank you julio!” y/n walked to her family's home and put away her fabric before going back to the bakery.

Y/n worked with her family in the bakery till it was time to close up. y/n had forgotten how tiresome it was to work at the bakery all day.

The five Riveras walked back home in time for dinner.  It was a typical dinner in the Rivera household, babies crying for food, brother and sister in laws trying to help their in-laws with dinner, tias gossiping, the twins fighting over a seat. It was official y/n had missed the chaos of the dinners.

Everything was okay til y/n had noticed her mama was missing from the table. She brushed it off thinking maybe her mama was tired and went to bed early. Y/n excused herself from the table where all of the riveras sat and gambled with each other.

Y/n walked to her room and decided to sew to keep her busy. She pulled out her supplies and got to work on making a coat for herself.

While y/n sewed her coat, A fuming esperanza came into her room and yelled at her. “DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO GET YOU ARRANGED INTO A MARRIAGE Y/N Y/M/N RIVERA!” y/n flinched not expecting her mother to yell at her. “WHY DID YOU LEAVE THE CASITA Y/N?” y/n looked down. “Because he lied to me mama…” y/n said quietly. Esperanza let out a deep sigh and rubbed her forehead and started pacing around y/n’s room. “Why couldn’t you’ve been like your sister? She had suitors lined up at the door! And look at you! I finally got you arranged and what do you do? You go and mess it up!” y/n felt a tear roll down her face.

Y/n put her head down as her mind kept replaying “why couldn’t you’ve been like your sister?” y/n looked up and saw her mama still ranting about her. “Why you! We have other Rivera girls who would be a perfect wife to her son…Why did they choose you!” y/n stood up and walked out of her room. As y/n walked out her room she saw her whole family listening.

Y/n wiped her tears and walked out of the house and walked around the now dimly lit up streets of the encanto.

y/n found herself at the river, where she had told Bruno everything and when they took the girls to get their energy out. Y/n sat down by the river and looked up and saw the stars shining. 

“Why me papa? Why couldn’t I’ve been like veronica?” y/n said as she looked up at the stars. She could feel tears falling down her face “Veronica has a good husband and a child! Then- then look at me I have nothing! I can’t seem to be a perfect wife for bruno…please help me papa!” y/n cried. 

Unbeknown to y/n a figure approached from behind her. 

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A/N: I Hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Please give me feedback on the series! I love reading everyones comments! And thank you all for being so nice about my writing! Ok that’s all I hope you all have a nice day/night <33

[galaxy-barnes]

Reading List 2021

• SERIES / MULTICHAPTER •

Impact | @bucky-the-thigh-slayer​​​ • Bucky Barnes x OC

Dancing On My Own | @a-tale-of-two-comics​​ • Steve Rogers x Reader / Bucky Barnes x Reader

Lemon Pie | @nacho-bucky​​ • Bucky Barnes x Reader

A History of Touch | @heli0s-writes​​​​ • Steve Rogers x Reader / Stucky x Reader

Gorgeous | @nacho-bucky​​ • Bucky Barnes x Reader

A Shadow of What You Used to Be | @veron-argentum​​​​ • Cal Kestis x OC

Beltane | @indyluckycharlie​​​​ • Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Carry On | @nacho-bucky​​​ • Bucky Barnes x OC

Identity | @bucky-the-thigh-slayer​​​​ • Sam Wilson x Reader

Feed, or Fuck? | @caffiend-queen​​​​​​ • Bucky Barnes x Reader

The Love Club | @slyyywriting​​​​ • Bucky Barnes x Reader

weird way of flirting 2 | @buckysknifecollection​​​​​ • Bucky Barnes x Reader

'Till We Bleed Out | @sinner-as-saint​​​​​​ • Bucky Barnes x Reader

• ONE-SHOTS •

Love at first Bite | @jobean12-blog​​​​ • Bucky Barnes x Reader

Bibliophile | @nacho-bucky​​​ • Sam Wilson x Reader

Time Travel Hijinks | @barnesandco​​​​ • Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hidden Mischief | @barnesandco​​​​ • Bucky Barnes x Reader

At World’s End | @slyyywriting​​​ • Steve Rogers x Reader

Slip Away | @tellmealovestory​​​ • Bucky Barnes x Reader

Perfect Moment | @buckysknifecollection​​​​ • Steve Rogers x Reader

Tease | @msmarvelwrites​​​​ • Bucky Barnes x Reader

Bloody Hands | @barnesandco​​​​​ • Bucky Barnes

Sweet Creature | @samingtonwilson​​​ • Sam Wilson x Reader

Stolen Comforts | @bonkywobble​​​​ • Bucky Barnes x Reader

SamBucky hurt/comfort | @buckysknifecollection​​​​ • Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes

Còsagah | @silverarmedassassin​​​​​​ • Bucky Barnes x Reader

Teeth | @fvckingavengers • Bucky Barnes x Reader

Start Again | @marvelmaree​​​​ • SamBucky x Reader

A certain mood | @buckysknifecollection​​​​​ • Steve Rogers x Reader

Bucky prompt | @buckysknifecollection​​​​​ • Bucky Barnes x Reader

Bucky prompt | @navybrat817​​​​ • Bucky Barnes x Reader

Always take care of you | @buckysknifecollection​​​​​ • Bucky Barnes x Reader

The Immortal and the Soldier | @firefly-in-darkness​​​​ • Bucky Barnes x Reader

my sweet love | @sinner-as-saint​​​​ • Bucky Barnes x Reader

Silence | @moonbeambucky​​​​​ • Bucky Barnes x Reader

Recommended | @nacho-bucky​​ • Bucky Barnes x Reader

Mission Report | @siancore​​​​ • SamBucky x Reader

once bitten, twice shy | @moteldwelling​​​​ • Bucky Barnes x Reader

You Must Have Been A Boxer | @indyluckycharlie​​​​ • Bucky Barnes x Reader

His Prize | @bucky-the-thigh-slayer​​​​ • Bucky Barnes x Reader

Meet-Cute | @dirtychocolatechai​​​​​ • Bucky Barnes x Reader

Stucky | @indyluckycharlie​​​​ • Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

The Promotion | @captain-kelli​​​​​ • Steve Rogers x Reader

‘Tis The Damn Season | @sweeterthanthis​​​​ @msmarvelwrites​​​ • Bucky Barnes x Reader

Born in the Dark | @bucky-the-thigh-slayer​​​​ • Bane x Reader

Somethin’ | @burnt-august​​​​​​ • Sam Wilson x Reader

More Than You Will Ever Know | @indyluckycharlie​​​​​ • Sam Wilson x Reader

SamBucky | @siancore​​​​​ • Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes

Go Relax | @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​​​ ​• Sam Wilson x Reader

Please Me | @allaboardthereadingrailroad​​​​​​ • Steve Rogers x Reader

[randomfandomimagine]

Hello love,

Could I please request the prompts “I don’t deserve you” and 1 - 54 “I love your laugh” with Patrick Verone from 10 Things I hate about you?

Thank you so much!

I love Patrick! Thank you for requesting, enjoy this cute little thing!

Patrick Verona x Gender Neutral Reader

You hadn’t moved from that position for a while now. Standing before your front door, holding on to each other as you refused to say goodbye. Even if you knew you would see each other tomorrow, you never wanted to be apart.

“What are you thinking?” Patrick whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“That I wish you didn’t have to go home, or that you could come in and stay” You smirked to yourself as you looked up to stare at him. “But then again, my parents don’t like my boyfriend because he’s a jerk” 

He laughed in offence and tickled your sides, tightening his arms around you to trap you between them and his chest. You erupted into laughter as you squirmed against him, enduring the little punishment for your cheeky comment.

Patrick stopped tickling you and kissed the top of your head.

“I love your laugh” He told you, leaning down to kiss you in the cheek.

“That’s a good thing, because you’ll hear it a lot” You had to control yourself not to giggle at what you were about to say. “Since you’re such a clown”

“You win again” He grinned, clearly proud and smitten about how quick and witty you were. Then he kept on kissing you some more. “I don’t deserve you”

“You’re right, I’m much smarter and prettier and-” Too put an end to your tireless insolence, he smashed his lips against yours. That effectively silenced you. 

The exchange lasted for several seconds until he abruptly pulled away, reveling in the fact that you were left wanting to kiss him, as his smirk reminded you.

“You love me” He obnoxiously booped your nose, making you roll your eyes.

“Against my better judgement... I do” 

“So you do admit it” 

“Yeah, you’d annoy me into saying it anyway”

“You know me so well” 

You both laughed, but your smiles slowly died down as your eyes locked together. There was adoration in his, perhaps a reflection of your own, as he leaned in again. This time he kissed you slowly, saboring every second you had until you had to get inside. And you reciprocated, silently telling him that all those jokes of yours were only a representation of your love for him.

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[amazingmaeve]

Leaving - Archie Andrews

Riverdale Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Summary: Y/N and Archie had a fling during the summer. Even though they promised no feelings she still fell for him. Then school came back and she starts feeling jealous of Archie and Veronicas flirting. Then Cheryl Blossoms party ruins everything. She decides to leave and go visit some family in California but before she goes Archie tries to stop her from leaving.

Request: Haii, I’m new to request, I was wondering can you do a Archie Andrews x Fem!Reader. The reader is Josie sister (Darkskin) and she fell in love with Archie. Prompts 76,78,79, 95. Archie and Reader had a thing before school started (Season 1. Before Veronica showed up and he’s not with Ms. Grundy) and kinda like how Veronic flirts with Archie she’s jealous but knows he’s not hers. (Sorry for the long request). During the 7 minutes in heaven that they played At Cheryl party how Betty left it’s the reader instead. Betty chases after her in attempts to calm her down. When The next day at school Archie catches her packing up her locker. She’s moving away to another school. In another state. maybe California or somewhere. She’s tried to leave before getting spotted until Archie catches her and they talk (The prompt numbers) And after they hug, she kisses him before walking out and not coming back.

Requested by: @theonequietblckgirl

Pairing: Archie Andrews x FemaleMccoy!Reader

Warnings: Angst, swearing, underage drinking, mentions of sex

AN: Hope this what you asked for 😊. Also this doesn’t follow the exact plot of the first episode of the series.

Word Count: 1853

Archie and Y/N had something in the summer. With her sister and her band she had no one else to hang out with. Then she started hanging out with Archie and hanging out turned into having sex. They both agreed to not involve feelings since it would make it more complicated and they didn’t want that.

But Y/N started to have feelings for him.

She knew that he didn’t feel the same since he was the one to recommend the no feelings part of their relationship. She knew he cared about her but just as friend he sometimes has sex with.

When the times they did hang out and didn’t have sex they had really meaningful conversations. They would make each other laugh and all in all they were happy with this arrangement.

But then the summer came to an end and so did their fling so it seemed.

When her and Archie didn’t hang out she hung out with Kevin and Betty. They knew about the thing between her and Archie and her feelings. She has known Betty and Keven ever since they were young and she knew she could trust them with this information.

Betty would lend a shoulder for Y/N to cry on when she talked about her feelings for Archie. And Kevin would always say the he had feelings for her to. But it was to hard to believe for Y/N.

She knew she shouldn’t have started his fling with him. She knew she would have a broken heart at the end of it.

Everything seemed to go back to normal at school except for the disappearance of Jason Blossom. Even thought Y/N didn’t know him she hope that he was ok. But she did know his sister Cheryl.

She didn’t exactly like Cheryl but wouldn’t start anything with. Y/N didn’t like Cheryl because she would always make fun of Betty and as friend of hers she would stick up for her which made Cheryl hate her.

Then Veronica Lodge came to the school.

She didn’t hate the girl but Y/N could sense that she liked Archie. But Y/N didn’t do anything since her and Archie weren’t even dating hell they weren’t even having sex anymore.

She couldn’t even hate Veronica for it. Since Veronica knew of her feelings and promised to stay away. But that didn’t help the nagging voice in the back of her mind that this wouldn’t end well.

Then the dance came.

Archie asked you which made Y/N’s heart race and could feel her body warm up and agreed to go with him a happy smile on her face.

Her and Betty helped each other with their outfits Betty didn’t go with anyone but that didn’t stop her being happy for Y/N.

Archie was a complete gentlemen, he held the door open for her, and held her hand.

The night was so magical.

The dance was romantic. Y/N could feel butterflies in her stomach whenever he looked at her. She hoped that her and Archie could have something more real.

Y/N and Archie talked the night away with smiles and laughs. She felt so much love for him and she hoped he felt the same for her.

Everything was perfect.

That was until they got into Cheryls after party were Y/N, Archie, Betty, and Veronica attended.

As the walked in Y/N sat next to Archie with Veronica on his other side.

When Cheryl started talking Y/N rolled her eyes at the red head not in the mood to deal with her.

She heard Cheryl talking about seven minutes in heaven. God this was such a sixth grade thing to do.

But unfortunately she saw that Archie would be going in the closet with Veronica which made Y/N take a deep breath to try and control her emotions.

She saw Betty give her sad look  and a comforting look in her eyes.

"So Y/N how was your summer," Y/N heard Cheryls condensing tone in her voice.

"Oh just great," Y/N answered Cheryl's question with a bit of sarcasm in her voice.

"What's going on with you and Archie," Y/N could hear humor in her voice which just made her roll her eyes.

"Why do you want to know," Betty stood up for Y/N which made her mentally thank Betty.

"Oh Betty I almost forgot you were here," Cheryl almost beamed with malice in her tone.

"I just don't think it's right for you to involve yourself if someone else's relationship," Betty snapped at Cheryl who just rolled her eyes in return.

Y/N felt bad for Cheryl after finding out Jason has been missing but times like this just made her hate Cheryl more and more. When she want after her friends and herself. Y/N doesn't know why Cheryl does this but it annoys the crap out of her.

"Listen before I get even more angry why don't just stick to your relationships and I'll stick to mine," Y/N stood up from the couch she had her voice at a steady calm breathing. She didn't want to get angry and focused on her breathing.

"Oh looks like times about up," Cheryl smirked as she walked over to the door to where Archie and Veronica were. Y/N hasn't notice it's been about 9 minutes which didn't follow the rules.

Y/N had a bad feeling in her stomach when Cheryl walked over to the door. She knew it was going to be something bad.

When Cheryl opened the door it revealed Veronica and Archie making out.

Y/N felt like she couldn't breath when she saw them kissing. She saw the two break apart and look at everyone in shock.

Y/N saw guilt flash both of their faces. She was about to cry and she didn't people to see her cry. She always prided her self in being a pretty confident girl. But right now she didn't feel like that.

Y/N didn't let either of them speak before she ran out of the door with tears rolling down her eyes.

Betty glared at Archie and Veronica. Then turned her eyes to Cheryl who had a malicious smirk on her face.

“This was your whole plan wasn’t it,” Betty asked while glaring at Cheryl.

“I just wanted to prove that Archie didn’t care for Y/N,” Cheryl shrugged not seeing with what she did wrong.

Betty shook her head before leaving running after Y/N wanting to comfort her friend. She left behind Archie and Veronica who let guilt set in.

Betty found Y/N in her car crying in her hands. Betty felt bad for her friend she had never experienced heart break herself but from looking at her friend she could feel it radiating from her.

Betty got into the car comforted her friend while hugging her for what felt like hours. When Y/N finally calmed down she dropped Betty off at her house and after reassuring her she was fine left or go to her own house.

Now she knew Archie didn’t have feelings for her.

For the next few days Y/N avoided Archie and Veronica which was hard since she had some classes with them.

After she went home she told Josie what happened which made her sister comfort her and to tell her everything would be fine.

During those few days her mother told her that there was this art school that Y/N got accepted in. She applied to this school during the summer with the permission of her parents. She only told Betty though.

She thought she wouldn’t get into that school.

Y/N was finally happy about something. She had been down ever since Cheryls party.

Her parents only allowed her to go to the school because there was some family close to the school that she wanted to go to.

The next day she told Betty who was overjoyed for her but sad that one of her friends wouldn’t be there. Y/N reassured her that they could talk and write each other which made Betty nod happy for her friend even though she was sad about that.

While she was packing her stuff out of her locker she felt someone walk up to her.

“Hey,” She heard Archie softly day. Y/N took a deep breath before turning towards him.

“Hey,” Y/N muttered turning her attention to her locker again.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Archie pointed out after an awkward moment between the two.

“I wonder why,” Y/N scoffed.

“Y/N-,” Before He could continue Y/N put her hand and speaking herself.

“No I don’t want to hear it. I thought you asked me out I thought you liked me. I just I can’t pretend anymore that we are just friends,” Y/N shouted at Archie angry tears running down her face.

“Why are you packing your stuff,” Archie asked seeing all the stuff in her bad.

“I’m leaving I got accepted into an art school,” Y/N answered his question closing her locker after she was finished.

“This isn’t you. You wouldn’t go pack your stuff without telling anyone,” Archie explained with furrowed brows.

“Well I did tell someone I told the people who actually cared about me,” Y/N explained while glaring at him.

“I do care about you,” Archie pleaded with Y/N trying to get her to understand that he really did care about her.

“If you did you wouldn’t have kissed Veronica,” Y/N pointed out. “You broke my heart,” She whimpered trying to not let any of her tears fall.

“I know and I just want to prove to you that I really do care about. And ok now you’re going to say that I don’t but you’re wrong,” Archie began to explain. “I know I can never make it up to I just hope that one day you can forgive me,” He ended trying to not let tears fall from his eyes.

Y/N herself tried to not cry as she nodded. Even though he did hurt her she was going to miss him.

“Maybe one day,” Y/N whispered and she heard her own voice crack as a tear fell from her eyes.

“Just one last hug and I’ll leave,” Archie smiles and Y/N nodded letting him wrap his arms around her and she did the same. She took a deep breath and she smelled his cologne that she always loved.

When he pulled away he pressed his lips against hers softly seeing if she was going to kiss back. When she did they stood there kissing for a minute before they pulled back.

Archie walked away from Y/N and leaving the school.

Y/N let out a sad smile and let out a sniffle before grabbing her stuff and left herself setting her self on a new journey.

[bonniebird]

Sweet Pea x Reader

Requested by Anon

Christmas 2020 Masterlist

Christmas 2020 event rules

Christmas Prompt List

Toni had asked you to help her and Betty raise money for the Serpents. Cheryl had organised some activities for later in the evening with Veronic so you were in charge of the baked good stand.

Toni was mixing drinks while Betty was outside trying to get anyone and everyone to come to the event. Jughead and Archie walked around every now and then but they were running other stalls. The crowds grew and grew as the day went on and Jocie was confirmed as a performer for the evening.

“Hey! You can’t just take that!” You called out as someone snatched at the stall and grabbed a box of cookies. Everyone had taken time to make all the baked goods at the stall. Fangs even learned how to decorate them all beautifully. Sweet Pea noticed the disturbance from his seat by the stage. He was supposed to be keeping an eye on the equipment but he hurried to his feet.

“Put that cookie down. NOW!” He said sternly, making the thief jump and hand the cookies box over.

“Thanks.” You said as you took the box back from him. The cookies were crushed and crumbling. While you were fumbling in your bag to put the money into the booth yourself, Sweet Pea handed over the cash instead.

“I’ll take them, pretty hungry work guarding everything.” He joked. You smiled and tried to offer him another box but he shrugged you off. He vanished rather quickly and when he was back in his seat the thief from earlier emerged from the crowd and spent all his money at the stall. He looked a little worse for wear and you suspected Sweet Pea might have sent him over and made him apologize.

[capricornus-rex]

Someone Left to Save (6)

Cal Kestis x Reader

Requested by Anon

Summary: The Mantis crew arrives to the capital of Ulfin, in the planet of Pevera, under siege. They meet the local rebel cell spearheaded by the former Republic admiral, Jax Beneb, who seeks to destroy the Empire’s occupation that was aggressively imposed upon while exploiting the planet of its natural resources. A plan is devised to destroy the Imperial’s main base of operations—as well as their influence—in the planet; however, it was a do-or-die mission that you and Cal had gotten yourselves caught in.

A/N: Sorry if I haven’t been uploading as quick as I used to. I’m not in a good place right now mentally. I’ve had random crying episodes that rooted from last night’s breakdown, I’m stuck dealing with overbearing parents who don’t understand and can’t be bothered to take in the time to listen to their kid. I had to look for that from my friends who really know and understand me. It’s really hard. Because what do you do when your boomer, overly-traditional parents misinterpret your artworks and then drag you down for it? But I’m trying my best to fight it off and be better, so I can still give you guys good stories. I’ll get through it, I’ll be better eventually. So, if my posting frequency seems slow, I hope you understand. Thank you for your continuous support! You guys are the greatest. Love, Veron.

Tags: Force-Sensitive! Reader, Inquisitor! Reader, Jedi! Reader, Fake Death, Jedi turned Inquisitor, Seduction to the Dark Side, Turn to the Dark Side, The Dark Side of the Force, Aftermath of Torture, Torture, Psychological Torture, Redemption Arc! Reader, Possible Redemption, Premonitions

Also in AO3

Chapters: 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 | Previous: Part 5 | Next: Part 7 | Masterlist

6 of ?

In the span of three weeks, you and the Second Brother were in constant observation by the medical droids—encoding and then relaying their findings to the doctors who occasionally visited you every other day. A medical droid reports that you might open your eyes perhaps at the end of the week. The same goes for the Second Brother, despite his severe injuries and that tedious surgical operation that he underwent.

When the third and a last week came, you did open your eyes. The Bacta-infused water stung your eyes and you realize you’re submerged—by instinct, you held your breath, unaware that you have a medical breather on until you bit on its silicon mouthpiece, you felt the rather uncomfortable armbands on your pruning skin. Through the glass of the vat you’re encased in, a medical droid hovers in front of you.

In confusion, your heart rate spiked—reflecting on the heart monitor just right next to the tank—but the droid wasn’t alarmed. It deduced it as a natural, conscious bodily response. The medical droid tapped hurriedly on its dapatad; shortly after, a doctor comes rushing into the ward, he approaches the vat to look at you.

Peering again through the glass, you can see through your squinting—and already stinging—eyes that the doctor’s mouth is moving, but the bubbling of the substances shrouded your hearing from any outside noise.

“Prepare to drain the patient’s Bacta vat,”

A loud rumble echoed in the back of your ears, your head jerked up to the source of the sound and saw the water level lowering. As the substance fell to the level of your breasts, you mentally prepare yourself to plant your feet on the floor and your palms to the walls of the tank once you needed to balance and support yourself.

Finally, the tank has been emptied—the remaining liquid gurgled under your feet as it disappeared into the drain. The glass whirred as it retracted into its round, metal frame and then the nurses helped your balance yourself. Their faint whispers of encouragement rang indistinctly in your ears.

“Hello there, can you hear me well?” asked the doctor.

“I… I suppose,” you groaned, hooking your grip on the nurse’s arm. You looked at your surroundings. “Where am I?”

“You’re in a medical facility, in Mons Golotha,”

“Mons Golotha? Where is that?”

“In the Outer Rim. Don’t worry, you’re safe here. We’ve been helping you recover,”

“It looks like you had quite a dangerous brush with death there,” the nurse added.

Still confused, you surveyed the room further—there were more droids manning the computers and the machines. It appears that you’re the only patient in this room. You blinked several times until your eyes adjusted to the light pooling in the dull, gray ward. Something didn’t sit right with you, but your waking up gave you a bit of a hangover that you can’t pinpoint it. Little did you know that the Second Brother is still submerged in his own tank in his own room and that you are in Inquisitor—rather, Imperial—territory.

The Inquisitors were informed in the comfort of their temporary lodges that you’ve finally awakened. The Seventh Sister smirked with satisfaction, as if her work given by Grand Inquisitor is close to its completion. At her mercy, she allowed you until tomorrow to rest, after that you will be sedated and transported to   the main fortress; when she finished hearing the report, she resumed her meditation in peace.

You stayed in bed, fed with three square meals, regularly checked for your vitals, temperature, blood pressure and the like—this was your entire routine for a day and half.

The Seventh Sister’s given timetable is due. As a way to not startle you, the doctor was very subtle on your sedation in the guise of a treatment.

“Alright, [Y/N], the vapor that’ll flow out of this mask when you wear it will dissolve the smoke and particles that may have polluted your lungs when you inhaled the smoke from your accident,”

You nodded, “Okay.”

You lied down flat on your back first, then the doctor gingerly placed the transparent mask, then the medical droid switched on the machine at the doctor’s command. It growled and the vapor hissed through the tube up to your nose and mouth; the sound sort of lulled you to boredom, you thought that it was a hypnotizing sound that you slowly let your eyelids drop and lean your head further into the pillow.

“Just a few more milliliters until she’s fully sedated,” the doctor mouthed to himself, watching you lie perfectly still in your bed.

Ten minutes later, the medical droid’s readings indicate that you’re now asleep.

“Vitals are still at a normal and optimum level, she is amenable for transfer,” the medical droid added.

Through his own comlink, the doctor contacted the Seventh Sister.

“Is she really unconscious now?”

“Yes, she won’t be able to recall a single thing before the sedation,”

“Good. Oversee the preparations for the transfer,”

The doctor nodded in compliance and the Seventh Sister switched off the transmission on her end. He immediately did as he was told and then you were transferred from your ward bed to the hovering gurney. It was a warden who escorted you to the main fortress, the apparatus used to administer the sedative is still attached to you as they wheeled you through the corridors.

—–

Eventually, you’ve arrived to the prison block. At the end of it is the torture chamber especially designated for you. The Seventh Sister and the Fifth Brother were waiting inside the chamber, they turned to the door when they heard it whir and found you still as a rock in that gurney.

“Put here in,” the Mirialan ordered.

The warden pulled the gurney closer to the torture chair—with its restraints wide open, like an animal’s maw waiting to snap shut once its prey has fallen in—and put you to the machine. The restraints clamped shut when the warden stepped back, the metal clanged so loud that it startled him, making his shoulders jump. The warden was dismissed immediately and left the chamber.

The sedative wore off by the minute, the intensity of the light shone differently than what you recalled, and now you find yourself unable to move—you flinch your wrists and ankles to find polished, silver handcuffs that are three inches thick banding around them. Leaning in front of you is the mechanical limb of the torture chair with panels running with electrical current; you attempt to sink yourself farther into the bed, and the cold metal stung through your bleach-white tunic that the nurses dressed on you. Your heartbeat spiked again, the Inquisitors can sense the fear oozing out of you.

The Seventh Sister stepped out of the shadows, hands tucked behind her back.

“Oh don’t bother fighting it off, it’s not like you have the strength to break out of that,”

Your eyebrows furrowed, struggling to recognize her.

“You’re an Inquisitor, but I… I’ve never seen you before,”

“Who I am to you is not important. You, on the other hand, know something we don’t—and we’d like you to let us in on that,”

“Oh I bet you do,” you spat.

The Seventh Sister liked your snark, she’ll give you that, but she didn’t like other people outclassing her. One flick of her finger and the Stormtrooper operating the machine flipped a switch; the limb with the electrical panels lowered closer to you until only an inch hangs between you and the bright, violet cracks.

In the next second, a jolt courses throughout your entire body. The metal cuffs on your wrists and ankles amplified the voltage and doubled the pain of the shock. You didn’t even get to take a deep breath, you were simply taken by surprise. The limb then retracted, returning to its original distance from you.

“She’s got a kick to it, doesn’t she? You’re gonna have more than just a kick if you don’t tell us what we want to hear,”

“I’ve had worse beatings!” you winced.

“I’ll bet you have, [Y/N],”

It didn’t matter how the Mirialan knew your name. She proceeded with your questions that you retorted with the perfect opposite of it—sarcasm.

“Tell us where the rebels are hiding, and we’ll let you go scot-free. We’ll even give you a headstart so you can warn your friends,”

“The last time someone gave me a bargain like that…” you panted, recovering from the shock. “They found my lightsaber sticking through their ribs.”

The Seventh Sister sighed.

This is gonna be a long day… but I don’t mind. She thought.

Hours dragged on as you kept yourself mum, filling in the blanks of their questions with sarcasm or straight-up refusals. But for every time you decided to keep your mouth shut about the location of the rebels who staged the bombing of their outpost in Ulfin, you were returned with a shock of the torture chair—the voltage became more powerful and lethal than the last.

“Impressive,” the Fifth Brother commented. “Not many can withstand this many hours, let alone that high of a voltage, in the chair.”

“Perhaps, there’s a better way of persuading you,” the Mirialan chided.

From her pocket, she fished out her holodisk. She thumbs the button and out comes a figurine-sized projection of Cal. The faintest, sharpest inhale from you wasn’t spared from the Inquisitor’s keen sense of hearing. She smirked and glanced at you.

“Oh, you know him, don’t you?”

You didn’t answer, but it already feels like the Seventh Sister has seen through your tough-faced façade.

“The longer you stay in this chair, the more likely my troops are capable of finding him. Who knows? I could bag a complete package if he was siding with the rebels the whole time. Definitely likely.”

The rage rooting from the pain and the Seventh Sister’s taunting flared in your body. The Mirialan could almost feel the blaze of that anger pouring out of you. She catches a whiff of it and was intrigued.

Your body impulsively leaned away from the backrest and strained yourself to get at least an inch closer to the Seventh Sister, but you’re nowhere even near six inches in front of her.

“IF YOU DO SO MUCH AS PUT A FINGERNAIL ON HIS HEAD, I’LL MAKE SURE YOU GET TWENTY TIMES THE PAIN YOU’RE GIVING ME NOW!!”

“Oh, there we go. Yes, use that hate, that anger!” the sheer adrenaline rush caused the Seventh Sister to slam her fist against the wall of the operating computer. “TELL ME WHERE THEY ARE!!”

“I…” you hissed. “Will never… TELL YOU!!”

The Seventh Sister eased her shoulders.

“So be it,” she jerked her head to the operator. “Again! And don’t stop until I say so!!”

Your shallow, rapid breathing didn’t save your lungs to overcome the pain sent by a thousand to ten thousands volts coursing through your body. Your throat strained as you cry in agony, your fingers twisted and curled as the tendrils of electricity violently pricked the nerves, your body thrashed in all angles trying to alleviate the pain but it’s as though several daggers entered and left your body repeatedly.

Your head jerks back, unable to withstand any more of the gradual pain the longer it dragged on. The only thing that filled your eyes was the lamp that hung overhead and the cracks of compacted lightning from the electrical panels. You don’t know how much your heart can take. At the Seventh Sister’s mercy, she shot her hand up—signaling to stop—the Stormtrooper obeyed; it only was a ten-second breather, and she asked again.

“Where are they hiding?”

“In a Bantha’s arse,” you gasped.

Seventh Sister scoffed, she snapped her fingers and the torture resumed. Your mischievous snickering at your own joke was instantly replaced by a wail of pain. The longer you remained in that torture chair, the more the Inquisitors saw your rage and hate crawling out of you—and they relished each waking minute the darkness seeps out of you.

In the midst of your screams echoing across the entire chamber, the Seventh Sister stepped back into the shadows to join the Fifth Brother. She stood on the tips of her toes to reach his height, close enough for him to hear her, and she whispered.

“She will be a good Inquisitor.”

There was no worded response, but the Fifth Brother smiled in agreement. The violet light of the electrical current flashing and pooling over the surface of their faces as they watched you at the mercy of the torture chair.

[thinkaboutdobrik]

Tree House ↠ David Dobrik

Request/Plot: Can your write a David x reader. Where Dave, Nat, and the reader were childhood bestfriends and grew up together. And being the last one to move out the LA, the reader decides its best to leave Veron Hills, drop out of college, and suprise David and Natalie in LA. And eventually after a couple of months, after being with David and after a couple of years of not seeing him, the reader develops feelings for him

A/n: this is shit and i'm sorry

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Packing your bags with the remaining stuff from your house in your home town, you took one last look around the house.

Being committed to a small college in Vernon Hills was hard when your two best friends were living it large in LA. LA seemed much more tempting, and that's why you had decided on the big move. Far away from your old town, Vernon Hills, your old friends, the old and maybe even bad memories.

Wanting to start a new life and pursue your dream career, you watched as your child hood friends, David and Natalie, were as succesful as ever. David and Natalie had left Vernon Hills years prior to you leaving, and ever since then it felt like a part of you was missing.

David was always a safe space to you. He'd always do his best to make you happy and cheer you up, and you with him, and even if you needed a shoulder to cry on every time a boy hurt your feelings, or school was bad, he'd drag you along to the tree house behind his house that you, him and Natalie had spent countless of hours building. That was your thing, using the tree house to hide away from the real world.

Natalie was like your long lost sister. You were so alike and her family loved you. You considered her your best friend, and the two of you were always inseperatable.

Being so close with Natalie, she was very quick to find out about your crush on David. Ever since you were kids you had always had a crush on him. None of the girls in your school seemed to care about him, but you did, and little did you know he had a crush on you too, as well.

The feelings between you had blossomed ever since that night in the tree house where you shared your first kiss.

Your wrists were pinned to the ground as David sat on top of you, play fighting for the longest while. Once he had you in a lock, a smile landed on his lips as he stared at you with wild eyes. Even at the age of 14 you were pretty brave. Brave enough to make it clear just what you wanted.

"Kiss me, Dobrik." you laughed as you watched David sit on top of you. His eyes widened as his jaw nearly dropped to the ground, and with that the two of you shared your first kiss together, but you never spoke about it again.

You went home that night, your heart feeling like it was about to burst out of your chest, and a million butterflies swarming inside your stomach.

You knew you'd miss him alot when he told you about his move. But it didn't take long for your to jump on the bandwagon as well, and find your own place in downtown LA.

Meeting up with Alex and Ilya, the three of you decided to surprise David and Natalie. David, and not even Natalie, had a clue you had moved to LA, so to say they didn't see it coming was an understatement.

Alex handed David and Natalie a blindfold each and demanded they put them on, no questions asked.

You poked your head through the door, and once the case was clear you snuck into the house on your tippy toes and stood in front of them.

"Take off your blindfolds!" Alex cheered as he held David's big camera in his hands.

David and Natalie did as he said, and upon taking the blindfold off their eyes immediately landed on yours.

It took them a few seconds to comprehend and realise who they were looking at, but once they realised their faces lit up.

"Y/N?!" they both exclaimed in unison and jumped forward with their arms wide to pull you in to a hug.

"I can't believe it's you! What the hell are you doing here?" David asked as he smiled widely at you, looking at you in pure joy.

The hugs turned into a massive group hug and everyone were excited you were in town.

The evening was spent hanging around all of your old friends, and some new ones. You laughed and talked for what felt like hours, everyone gathered around David's big couch, as you told them all about your thought process and what had led you to make the big decision on moving to a whole new place.

"We used to collect rocks and hide them in our tree house!" Natalie laughed as she told your friends one of your many child hood stories. The group around you laughed, very intrigued by your past and wanting to hear more.

David had his hand tossed around your shoulders, giving it a tight squeeze every now and then as he smiled at you.

It felt good being back in David's arms.

Before you knew it, time had already gone by so fast and it was starting to get late. David's friends, Heath and Mariah, had offered you a ride home considering you didn't have a car yet and they were already heading in the same direction as you, anyways.

David led you to the car, his hand resting on your lower back.

"We need to catch up. Let's meet up this weekend." David smiled.

You nodded in return, already excited for what was to come.

You waved good bye to everyone, and pulled David in to a hug. What you had expected to be just a normal hug, turned into a hug that sent sparks throughout your body. The way his arms so perfectly wrapped around your body, and he hugged you tight and just a little longer than you had expected - a wave of confidence came over you.

You pulled away and looked up at him, gazing into those beautiful brown eyes that you had missed for years.

"Kiss me, Dobrik." you whispered.

David's mouth formed an o at first, but quickly turned into a smile. He gazed into your eyes, as well, taking a glance at your lips before cupping your face in his hands. He leaned in, his nose brushing over yours before locking his soft lips with yours.

His lips were warm against your own, and your heart started racing a million miles an hour.

Smiling into the kiss, David pulled away and looked at you.

"I've been waiting for that for forever."

[naviaknell777]

Book Style Fanfic Ideas + Poll

I already started my Chat NoirxOC book (Sparks Fly here on Tumblr, Wattpad, Quotev, and Ao3) but I have other ideas and some other people are interested in them. Vote on if I were to start another book, which would y’all want first!!

IDEAS DETAILS!:

Steven Universe x human reader (future! Series) -> at beginning of the Future series she moves to beach city, befriends Steven, maybe even falls in love?

Donnie x OC (Veron, her character sheet also on my art insta), who’s a turtle yokai

Sans x monster reader -> who’s Sans’ bestie and they experience life while Frisk is on a genocide route.

Sokka x reader -> They’re a firebender who was abandoned by their parents, the GAang reluctantly takes them in

Edalyn Clawthorne x OC (Sairi, who’s character sheet is on my Wattpad), she’s had an on and off crush on Eda since high school (and they’ve been best friends ever since) and they finally get together during the plot of the show

Thank you to everyone who participated! If you want to be on a tag list for any of these let me know!! I plan that all of these ideas will be done one time or another regardless, this is just for what I should write first, keeping in mind that I’m also working on my Chat Noir x OC book already as well.

Thank you everyone!!