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thebettybook · 1 year ago

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A mini fic in Lyla’s P.O.V. from a scene in my “(Chapter 2) A Spin on an Enchanted Tale”

As you giggled and chatted with Gabriella before Lyla would take her to school, Lyla took in the exchange. She stood next to Miguel, the two of them a few feet away from you and Gabi.

“I like Y/N,” Lyla loudly whispered to Miguel, nudging his arm with her elbow. “They’re good with Gabi…and they could be good for you, too.”

Miguel’s head snapped towards Lyla, his thick eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean by that?”

“You know exactly what I mean by that,” Lyla shot him a knowing look as she rested her hands on her hips.

Sure, Lyla had just met you only minutes ago, but she could tell you were a good person. While Miguel always told Lyla that he didn’t need a partner to raise Gabi and that he was perfectly fine with being a single parent, Lyla saw how being a single parent and running his own company took a toll on Miguel.

Most days Miguel barely slept, and Lyla didn’t miss the astonishing development that was the lack of eye bags under his eyes the moment she saw Miguel descend the staircase earlier.

Lyla couldn’t remember the last time she saw Miguel look so well-rested (maybe more than half a decade ago??) and something told her that this new development probably had something to do with a certain “princess.”

Maybe you could be good for Miguel, or maybe Lyla just liked being nosy about Miguel’s love life (or lack thereof).

Before Lyla could suggest to Miguel that he could try to get to know you better, she caught Miguel’s eyes fluttering shut in annoyance once he realized what she was getting at.

“Out,” Miguel gritted his teeth, though his word held no bite towards Lyla as he shooed her to the elevator.

She simply cracked a devilish smirk on her face as she made her way into the elevator and looked at Miguel and then at you.

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose at Lyla’s suggestion. His eyes reopened, but instead of directing his gaze to Lyla, Miguel directed his gaze to you and Gabi.

You had said something that made Gabi adorably laugh, and Lyla didn’t miss the way the lines around Miguel’s eyes softened in the tiniest of ways.

Lyla couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.

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solurae · 1 year ago

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four eyes! [TEASER FOR PART 2 HEHE]

A/N : hey!!! i’m currently writing an EXTRA LONG chapter for part 2 to make up for the long wait </3 I’M SO HAPPY YOU ALL LOVE THE SERIES!!! tysm for being so patient i hope this teaser will keep you waiting for more hehe :3

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creativeashproductions · 6 years ago

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Bundle of Joy // Noah Centineo

Summary: Days into marriage you find a revelation that changes everything your honeymoon entailed. Definitely not an inconvenience in any means other than an early present in more ways than one.

Characters: Noah Centineo x Reader, Kelle Centineo, Greg Centineo and Taylor Centineo

Words: 1.7k

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Warnings: Swearing, fluff, and a smidgen of angst.

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On your honeymoon, you had expected lots of wine, sex and relaxation for once in a hectic lifestyle you had chosen from that first date of some now defunct dating app. Five years later you hadn't expected the honeymoon to consist of pregnancy tests, saltine crackers and puking. Despite feeling ill, you had decided to keep your suspicions to yourself and keep having fun because these few weeks are the only ones Noah had been stress-free for awhile.

"Babe!" Noah exclaimed peeking his head back into the bungalow with a bright smile, "Are you feeling better?"

"I think that fast food I had, had given me food poisoning." You moaned from the king-sized fluffy bed. The padding of his bare feet sounded first before he settled on the mattress next to you.

"Should be head back home?"

"No." You shook your head quickly, "I'll be fine. I'll just take it easy. Help me up?"

Noah gently grasped your hands in his as he shifted you into his arms to bring you out into the sunny day that England offered finally. In a few days, you would head to Paris, France for the last leg of the honeymoon before returning to your jobs.

"I love you." You sighed leaning into his body more with a beaming smile despite nausea you still felt settled into a less intense feeling, "I'm so happy you married me."

"How could I not with that beautiful smile, caring personality and my gorgeous counterpart." Noah chuckled to himself as the sunrise over the small lake side retreat you had chosen months ago.

Maybe when you returned home in a few weeks, you would have news for Noah about a possible little bean joining the family. Early in the marriage, actually a few years sooner than planned, but there was no doubt that Noah would take the new life in strides. He was born to be a father.

"Do you think anyone would mind if we went for a little swim." Noah's husky voice asked barely a breathe away from your ear as his arms crossed over your midsection.

"Seeing as you booked the entire retreat and the employees signed Non-Disclosure Agreements I think it's safe to say we can." You winked before shedding the camisole you wore to bed last night from a suitcase of lingerie your friends had all bought as a bachelorette party gift.

"I love when you talk dirty to me." Noah joked chasing after your form just as easily removing articles of clothing before he dove under the water to pop up in front of you.

"What can I say? Those years of studying were put to use somehow." You retorted pressing a kiss on his cheek before he nestled into your neck with little love bites and whispers of love.

"I can't wait to spend my life with you."

Paris was more romantic than movies had shown with delicious food, beautiful lights at night and the Eiffel Tower didn't disappoint. Noah returned to filming an upcoming series you hoped would be picked up due to the new arrival coming in May, your calculations were confirmed at the doctors for a due date. It Baby C stayed on schedule with no early appearances the due date would be on Noah's birthday.

The first thing you had to do was tell Noah about it but given that he was a man of detail and observation you had decided to just leave hints around the house. First, you planted a soother in the open box of condoms in his side table and swiping his new script to underline baby in the middle of it. It was only the first part of the plan.

The man himself wandered into the room with a spoon hanging from his mouth and a yogurt container in the other while reading a script. Sundays were never worked on with the lovely director of the film, he reserved those days for his own family.

"Did you pick up milk?" You questioned with a glance at your husband.

"Behind the other milk in the fridge." Noah replied setting his script down while placing the spoon in the dishwasher and the yogurt container in the garbage, "How are you?"

"Perfect." You grinned wrapping your arms around his neck with a cheeky glint in your eye.

"I'll make supper if you can get some veggies and fruits." Noah proposed already opening the fridge to see a platter of veggies, all of the items baby sized, with a chuckle, "I should have known you would have done that already."

The night passed with Noah not catching the little hints even when he had taken his watch off before bed to put in his side table. His eyes caught sight of the pacifier, but he assumed your friend had dropped it when she was helping you choose a new colour for the room. She had had a baby only a few months ago, so he had known she sometimes forgot items. You chuckled as he didn't even catch the underlined work in the script before he yawned.

"Can you hand me the bookmark?" He asked as you gently passed it over.

"Can you pick some things up from the store?" You questioned, "I'm not sure if I'll make it in time. I have that check up with the doctor."

"Sure. Give me a list."

"I have coupons actually." You spoke up leaning over your side to pick up the few coupons. Despite the excellent money Noah brought into the home from acting roles and your well-paying job you preferred using coupons to save money if you could.

"Flour, cookies, pickles, peanut butter, saltines, Doritos and clam chowder. Baby other than flour and cookies we never buy this stu-" Noah cut himself off at the last coupon in his hand in shock. Blatantly displayed was a coupon able to be redeemed in eight months, "Are you...?"

"That one can be put away for a few months." You giggled, "I took a few tests in England. It wasn't food poisoning."

"Little Centineo." He breathed dropping them to pounce on you to press kisses all over your face with a grin that outmatched even the one from your wedding, "Oh my gosh you're carrying my baby."

"You think that you can play some music on your guitar to the baby?"

"Of fucking course. I have to call my parents." He made a dash for the door before you called him back.

"Or we can let them sleep and keep the news to ourselves for a while. Besides don't you wanna know my due date?" You smirked to yourselves as you started to walk over to him.

"This is ama...babe no you should sit down." He guided you back to sit on the bed once more, "When's Lil C coming?"

"Your birthday party may need to move to the hospital if things go to plan."

"Our baby is coming on my birthday." Noah breathed before collapsing on the bed backwards, "I feel like I'm gonna combust. Y/N I literally thought I couldn't love anything more than I love you, but you just proved me wrong. I haven't even seen an ultrasound and wow."

"Tomorrow you will if you can make it to the appointment. I have already been to one to confirm the pregnancy, but I refused to look at the screen until I could with you. It will be a special moment." You turned to cuddle into his side.

True to your words Noah's birthday was spent in the hospital months later cradling his sleeping newborn daughter in his arms. Barely a day old she had almost made it to Noah's birthday but just born at 11:49 pm you knew she was perfect and would still be adamant of celebrating with Daddy. You just knew in your heart that Noah had a new best friend for life.

"Sweetheart?" Kellee spoke through the cracked door, "Are you sure we can come in?"

From the hospital bed, you waved them in just as the baby opened her eyes to stare up at Noah. Noah's parents and sister came into the room having only just arrived at the hospital after the long drive. Your family had already been in a few hours ago before leaving your little family to bond.

"Hey, Mom," Noah whispered scooting the chair closer to your bed.

"Oh my gosh."

"You have a healthy granddaughter." You grinned up at your in-laws.

"What's her name?" Greg questioned peering at the newborn Noah passed to Kellee.

"We would like you to meet Kenzie Taylor Centineo." You breathed keeping your eyes on the pink bundle now in Greg's arms.

"Taylor." Your sister in law gasped blinking slowly, "You gave her my name."

"Well had you not spilt your wine on my shirt in that restaurant I wouldn't have met your brother, my husband." You tearfully replied ushering her over with Kenzie in her arms, "Without a doubt in my mind I knew from the minute I saw Kenzie on the ultrasound that she had to be named after one of the strongest women I know. Noah agreed. Thank you so much for helping me find the love of my life."

"Aw." Taylor nearly sobbed as Kenzie gripped her pointer finger in her hand and cooed up at her, "Well little Kenzie Taylor I hope you know we're going to have a day monthly of ice cream together, but for now you grow up some."

Your life was complete for a few years before another bundle was passed around the room wrapped in another hospital blanket.

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ddcakes23 · 8 years ago

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marrvelle-fics · 8 years ago

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Yellow Rose~Part 3 (1940s Bucky Barnes x Female Reader)

Catch up here: Prologue Part 1 Part 2

(GIFS NOT MINE, CREDIT GOES TO OWNERS)

Words: 1438

Pairing(s): 1940s Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, I think that’s it??

Requested By: Anon

Request: Hey, do you think you could write a Bucky x reader based on Ed Sheeran’s song Nancy Mulligan please ?

Summary: (AU where Bucky never falls off the train and gets to live a happy life) Working as a nurse in WWII, you never expected to fall in love. But then a certain blue-eyed soldier walks into your life, and you can’t ignore the sparks between you. Eventually, the war ends, and you return home. Bucky courts you for a while, before proposing. But your father refuses to give you his blessing. Will you give in, and let your father control your life? Or will you take a leap of faith and run away with the love of your life, James Buchanan Barnes?

A/N: WHAT IS UP Y’ALL?! I am so sorry for the inactivity, but as some of you may already know, my computer sorta died so I didn’t have a way to post this (I mean i coulda used my phone but I prefer formatting on a computer). I finally got my hands on another computer though, so here it is! Part three! It was actually gonna be longer but I decided to split it into two parts. I’m not sure when I’ll have the next part up but hopefully I’ll have my computer back by next week and I’ll be able to work on it. Hope you guys like it!

Bucky took you on that second date.

The second date became a third. That led to a fourth. Then a fifth, Pretty soon, you had lost count. You were head over heels in love with him by now. He had taken you to meet his parents and his siblings. His sister Rebecca loved you. Summer had finally arrived, and today he was taking you on a picnic.

Betty was sitting on her bed smiling as she watched you.

You look at her. "What?"

She laughs. "I just can't believe how happy you are. I hope I can find someone who makes me as happy as Bucky makes you some day."

You laugh, standing up and going over to her and hugging her tightly.

"Oh honey, you will! I know you will!" You say. "Just make sure that Will's around to keep dad under control."

She laughs. You hear the doorbell ring, and you immediately feel a flurry of butterflies in your stomach.

Betty hands you your purse, and you take one last look at yourself in the mirror.

Your sister laughs, practically shoving you out the door. "You look fine! Get down there before dad eats him alive!"

You snort as you leave your room. As you're descending the stairs, you overhear your father speaking.

"Let me see your license."

You hear shuffling. And then silence.

"Alright, but have her home by seven."

"Yes sir." Bucky's familiar voice says.

You get to the bottom of the staircase. Bucky and your father are standing there. Bucky's face lights up as soon as he sees you.

"Hey doll."

You blush. "Hey Buck."

"Are you ready to go?" He asks.

You nod.

Bucky shakes your father's hand, and thanks him, before the two of you exit the house. You descend the stairs of the porch, hand in hand with Bucky.

"I want her home by seven! Don't forget!"

Bucky turns with a huge smile on his face. "I'll have her home by six."

The shock is evident on your dad's face. You giggle.

You look back to the road, and your jaw drops. There's a red convertible parked in front of your house.

"Wh-What?" You stutter.

Bucky chuckles. "It's my dad's car. He let me borrow it for today."

"Wow... well thank you Mr. Barnes!"

Bucky opens the passenger side door for you, before going around and getting in the driver's seat. And then the two of you drive off.

"Did he give you hell about driving safe?" You ask.

He chuckles. "Yep. Asked to see my license and I think he might have written down my license plate number."

You roll your eyes. "God, I'm sorry."

He chuckles. "Hey, don't worry about it doll."

You finally arrive at your destination. It's a park out in the country. There's a lake, and hundreds of trees around it.

You stare in awe at the scenery around you.

"You like it doll?"

You turn and look at him. "It’s amazing."

The two of you get out of the car, and he pops the trunk. He grabs a picnic basket and a blanket. You offer to help but he declines.

‘Men are such show offs.’ You think to yourself, rolling your eyes.

He leads you to a shady spot on the bank of the lake. The two of you lay out the blanket on the soft grass before sitting down. He opens up the basket, and starts pulling out all kinds of food.

It’s a simple lunch, sandwiches, chips, and a pitcher of fresh lemonade. When the two of you finish eating, he pulls out a box of chocolates.

You gasp. "Bucky! You didn't have to get all this food for us! I'd be fine with just the sandwiches."

He chuckles. "I know, but is it so wrong for a man to pamper his girl every once in awhile?"

‘He called me his girl!’ You think, blushing.

"I suppose not." You say finally.

He smiles, and you look out at the lake as the two of you down the box of chocolates.

When you finish. you stand up.

"Let's go for a walk." You say.

He stands. "Alright."

You stare out at the lake while he puts the basket and blanket in the car.

And before you have time to process what's happening, he's throwing you over his shoulder and running towards the lake.

"James! Put me down!!" You yell, while banging your fists against his back.

The only response you get is his laughter.

You realize he's almost at the end of the small dock.

"James Buchanan BaaAARNES!!!" You scream as he throws you over the edge.

But he doesn't let go, he holds onto your waist and pulls you back against his chest. You're a laughing mess. He sets you down on the dock.

"You're crazy, you know that?" You ask.

He chuckles.

You stare out at the lake, admiring the way the trees and the sky look as they're reflected on the water.

"It's so beautiful..." You say softly.

"Not as beautiful as you are." He says.

You turn around to playfully slap his chest, but then you see him down on one knee and you swear time stops.

He takes your hands in his, and his eyes meet yours. They're shining with nothing but lobe and admiration for you.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N), ever since the moment I saw you, I knew I wanted to make you mine. Every day on the battlefield, I thought of you. You were my reason to win the war, and go home. Ever since the war ended, we've gotten to know each other more. I've discovered that you're incredibly kind, smart, funny, and even stubborn at times. And I love everything about you. You are the most beautiful dame I've ever met, inside and out. So I guess what I'm tryin' to ask you is, would you make me the happiest man alive by becoming my wife?"

The tears in your eyes make it hard to see, but you're able to see the small velvet box he pulls out of his pocket.

The ring is a simple gold band with a small diamond in the middle. But it's beautiful.

You can even form words, so you nod.

"Yes!" You finally choke out. "Oh my God I thought you'd never ask!"

He has tears in his eyes and the biggest smile spreads across his face. He stands up and you throw your arms around him, before he's lifting you up and spinning you around.

He sets you down, and you hold out your left hand for him. He slips the ring onto your finger. It fits perfectly. You smile, holding your hand out and admiring the way it looked on your finger.

You look back up at him. "I love you Mr. Barnes."

"And I love you, soon-to-be-Mrs. Barnes." And then he's kissing you.

His lips are soft, and the kiss is a little passionate, but still gentle. You smile into the kiss. He slowly pulls away. He chuckles, pressing his forehead against yours.

"What about my father? I mean, I know my mother will be more than happy to give us her blessing... But he's a completely different story."

"I know, and I'm gonna talk to him as soon as we get back to your house."

You nod, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. There was a weird feeling you had at the pit of your stomach. You push it away and smile at him.

The two of you pack up the picnic, and get in the car.

You're silent the whole drive home. Bucky takes your hand, making you look at him.

"Are you having second thoughts doll? Because if you're not ready-"

"No! Of course not." You bring his hand up to your face pressing a kiss to his knuckles. "I'm just worried about my dad. He's so overprotective and... I'm afraid that he won't give us his blessing."

He sighs, nodding. "I get why you're worried doll. But just trust me okay? I'll handle it."

You nod.

The two of you finally arrive back at your house. Bucky parks the car, and you turn to look at him.

"Ready?" He asks.

You sigh, but smile and nod. "Let's do this."

He's about to get out of the car, when you suddenly grab the collar of his shirt and pull him down to meet your lips.

You pull away. "For good luck." You say, breathless.

He smirks, before getting out of the car and helping you out. The two of you walk up to the house hand in hand.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you guys liked this chapter. I’m not completely happy with it, in the sense that I think it’s too cheesy, but I figured I should just get it posted already. As always feedback is appreciated. Have a wonderful day/night my lovelies!

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mendesforpresident · 7 years ago

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gejo333 · 1 year ago

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creativeashproductions · 6 years ago

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Seasons of Love // Noah Centineo

Summary: Summer is officially coming to an end and with that comes another ending just needed for a new journey to begin. Change comes with both bittersweet sadness and happiness. Doesn’t help your daydreaming of brown eyes all the time either and confused on who they belong to.

Characters: Ethan Dolan x Reader, Noah Centineo x Reader, Grayson Dolan, Bryant Eslava, and Emma Chamberlain (mentioned)

Words: 1.4k

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Warnings: Possible swearing, Emma Chamberlain is mentioned, angst, and fluff.

A/N: I think this was kind of my way of breaking away from being a diehard Dolan Twins fan to simply being a fan. While I’m obsessed over Noah’s movies and shows and I honestly don’t know why I am. Enjoy and request for more!

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It was odd how you can go from being someone's number one fan to slowly becoming acquaintances barely sharing a relationship that was slowly growing cold. The relationship with Ethan was almost identical to the four seasons. There were the days your skin was kissed by the warmth of summer and slowly the days were becoming more and more like the colder season, not winter yet heading in that direction. He was the first boy you had been serious with ever, together for over two beautiful years from the moment you met him at his and Grayson's sixteenth birthday.

It was no one's fault honestly that you had grown apart, but it did suck because you were close to his family and he was to yours. You were hanging on to the remnants of a relationship that was stability and familiarity but how long can you pretend to be in love? When you were falling in love with the brown eyes from the farmers market that sold the best organic smoothies each second Friday of the months? With the boy with a gorgeous smile only adjacent with a faded scar that was years old.

When Ethan brought you to Bryant's birthday party weeks ago, you had bumped into the same guy. He was steadily growing more popular in the film industry with a large following, and he had such as personality you couldn't help but fall for him somewhat. Those little talks at the farmers market from June had steadily grown more important to you with book recommendations and words of wisdom.

Noah was merely a guy who knew exactly what he wanted in life and had a past that helped create the guy he was. He had similar traits to Ethan, but that wasn't what drew you to him. He knew you were in a relationship and didn't cross over the line other than meaningless flirting. He could see how you and Ethan weren't the same as you had been on your social media once he found it back in June.

"Hey!" You grinned at the ridiculously tall man. He gave you a smile that melted your heart while also making you feel guilty.

"Hey." He spoke eyes flitting behind you to the group of guys talking. No doubt about upcoming shoots being planned, "How are you doing?"

"Amazing. I've started my last chapter for my manuscript."

"I meant with the rumours."

The rumours had been long ago shadowed by the rumours of Ethan and Emma from the 'meaningful looks' to the jetski photo. It annoyed you with the comments surrounding it, but you knew that Ethan wouldn't cheat just like he knew you wouldn't. He, however, was watching you interact with Noah and had seen the photos by paparazzi looking for Noah. It saddens him your guys' relationship wasn't what it used to be, and he knew it was time to let you go.

"I feel like it's starting to dwindle down now that Emma was spotted with someone else. I think it was her way of putting some of the talks to sleep without vocally addressing it." You spoke with a small shrug barely meeting Noah's breathtaking eyes.

"Hey man," Noah spoke as a familiar body settled beside you just close enough to show you were together. Noah was flooded with jealously but also the acknowledgement of you being taken, "I'm going to go talk to Bryant. See you guys later."

Ethan and you both watched him join the conversation with Bryant and Gray, "He's a good guy. I'm happy you found him."

"What do you mean E?" You asked confused.

"I can't think of anyone else that would fit beside you. I want you to be happy."

"I am." You sputtered.

"When we got together I was completely in love with you. Over the last few months, we aren't the same." Ethan sighed shoving his hands in his pockets whereas you rested them on the railing of the balcony.

"What happened E? How did we go from being kids in love to this?" You questioned staring out into the fading sunset.

"We grew up. We grew together, and we went separate ways." Ethan replied with a quiet sigh of sadness, "I didn't want to break up because what if it's just a-"

"Season of our love." You interrupted with the smallest tear racing down your cheek.

"But it wasn't."

"It's the end of times for us huh?"

"Not necessarily." Ethan shrugged, "We can be friends. We've been friends almost longer than we've dated. I guess it was a good thing we decided against living together."

"Gray would have hated that." You snorted.

"I'm going to miss your cold ass feet at night." Ethan bumped his hip into yours while you leaned your head against his shoulder.

"This is the most undramatic Ethan I've ever known." You teased as he rolled his eyes at your comment, "I mean wow you're such as an old adult."

"Oh shut up." Ethan laughed loudly, "I guess we just broke up."

"So anti-climatic. Should we stage a fight?"

"Nah. I think you should go talk to him."

"Isn't that awkward though? We just broke up E." You mumbled leaning your head onto your resting arms.

"We emotionally ended things long ago. We just couldn't speak it into existence." Ethan sighed once more as he straightened up, "I'm not joking. You guys are perfect, you have more love and spark then we ever had. I think we were just meant to be fleeting lover-"

"Fleeting? We were together for two years Ethan, that's not fleeting." You piped up unapologetically.

"Way to ruin my mature moment of wisdom."

"My apologies. Please continue." You grinned despite the tinge of sadness coating the atmosphere around each other.

"As I was saying: We were placed in each other's lives to be fleeting lovers to teach each other what a real relationship should be. We taught each other how to balance time together with jobs and projects."

"We had to teach each other how to be adults. What real love is compared to angst-ridden teenage flings."

"I'll always love you."

"Same here E." You breathlessly spoke as it settled in, "Now Emma doesn't have to avoid me."

"There's nothing there."

"That was true when you were in a relationship. We're single Ethan." You ended with a retaliated hip check.

"Gonna miss you," Ethan spoke wrapping his arms around you. It was as if you two had just broken out of your cacoons turning into butterflies. You leaned up to press a lingering kiss on his cheek bathed in a language of goodbye.

With that, you stepped back from the boy that had once held your heart, genuinely until you unknowingly traded each other's hearts back. Only to give them away without realising to other people.

"I'm gonna go." You spoke walking backwards until you were met with the warmth of inside. Ethan stayed silent with a small smile watching as the sun finally set.

You scanned the room speckled with people speaking to each other along with Grayson watching you concerned as you walked away from Ethan. It often made you marvel at how connected they were in emotional. Gray knew what happened even if he didn't know if it was mutual or riddled with pain. Noah watched as you came over to him and Bryant.

"Happy Birthday Bryant." You spoke hugging him close, "I'm gonna head out."

"Is everything okay?" He questioned.

"It's perfect." You smiled staring at Noah. Breaking the gaze you collected your things to leave the place. You were taking in the fresh air outside only tinged with the slight smell summer. A new summer as he walked out behind you.

"Ethan told me to find you. Are you okay? What happened?" Noah asked.

"We broke up." You merely spoke slipping into your jacket while Noah remained silent.

"I'm so sorry. Was it because of us?" Noah questioned concerned. No matter how much he liked you, he couldn't live his life knowing he had broken a couple up.

"No. We've been done for months. We just couldn't end it. You know?" You spoke placing your hand beside his own hand. Pinkies brushing you couldn't help yourself from speaking more, "We fell out of love silently and poetically, and we love other people."

"Oh." Noah hid his grin even if you could feel the happiness radiating off him, "Who's this guy?"

Your hands intertwined, "It all started when I thought I felt winter coming. It all started in a Farmer's Market on a warm summer day."

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Uniform Romance // Steve Harrington

Summary: Young and in love Reader and Steve make an impulsive decision that has lasting problems. Years after separating they come face to face with a challenge between them and lost feelings. But what happens when they meet agains years later during a time of crisis?

Characters: Reader x Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Dustin Henderson (mentioned), Nancy Wheeler (mentioned), Chief Jim Hopper (mentioned)

Words: 1158

Disclaimer: I do not own Stranger Things or the characters involved. Nor do I own any images or gifs that may appear.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, young romance, heartbreak

Author: Caitsy

A/N: Part one of three short blurbs. Based loosely on a Hallmark movie I watched a few days ago.

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Hawkins, Indiana hosted an annual town dance to commemorate the law enforcement and the youth that joined the army. You were the daughter of the recently retired Chief of a neighbouring town whom moved his family to a different area. You’re father ran the local weapons shop along with helping train new officers for Chief Hopper.

You met Steve Harrington when he came to the station for a training session. These sessions were taught by your father for the Hawkins youth to get a taste of law enforcement if they wanted a job. You were dropping the car off from the shop when you bumped into a sweaty Steve.

“Shit! Sorry.” The male voice mumbled steadying you before you could fall on your ass.

“I’m so sorry.” You muttered dusting off the dirt from the sleeve of the green shirt with the emblem of the Chief’s station.

“Can I help you with anything?” Steve asked glancing over at the grouping of young men, with a few female around, all dressed alike during the short break.  “I can’t think of anything but you’re welcome to get my number.” You bit your lip looking up at the young male. A grin broke over his face before he watched you pull out of a pen and gestured for his arm, “I hope you call.”

“Oh I plan on it.” Steve muttered as you tossed a pair of keys to his trainer and walked off.

“Harrington! Fall in!” Trainer Y/L/N yelled as the rest of the group uniformly came together.

Ever since that summer you had snuck around Hawkins with the older boy whom was carefully choosing his future. You were working at the diner along with moving lawns to earn money for college when the dance came around. You had plans with Steve and you were so excited for them.

“Did you know I love this pair of shorts on you.” Steve smirked gazing down at you while leaning his arms next to your head on the house siding.

“I think once or twice.” You bit your lip holding in a moan when his lips left markings on your neck.

“Well I’ll have to sh-“

“Y/N?” Your Dad’s voice cut in Steve’s sentence. Steve grumbled under his breathe stumbling when you pushed him away and gracefully covered the light hickey with your sweater.

“Yeah?” You questioned coming around to the front yard.

“Have you seen Steve Harrington?” Dad huffed glancing around the street, “He was supposed to be helping me build the shed.”

“He’s in the back already starting. Said something about wanting to get started early, has to babysit Dustin Henderson.” You smoothly lied just a few seconds before the sound of a hammer echoed in the afternoon.  “Thank you sweetheart.” Dad smiled pressing a lingering kiss on your temple before taking off to the backyard.

You watched guilt when he disappeared around the house door leaving you to wallow in the decision you made. You patted the back of your shorts feeling the small circular object.

“I hope you forgive me.” You mumbled sighing.

The dance was a success again with the help of the social media that was slowly becoming popular in Hawkins. It was a small town with only a few families able to afford decent computers and phones. No one had the money to own a smartphone.

You dipped your hand into the pocket of your sundress catching sight of Jonathan Byers at a table watching Nancy Wheeler. You heard they broke up over some godawful reason and were too stubborn to talk to each other.  “Hey Byers.” You called out watching the other boy straighten up. You noticed the grease stain on his cheek. He had started working at the local bodyshop to help support his family instead of college.

“Yeah?”

“Can you do me a favour?” You questioned stepping closer to him.

“Sure.” Jonathan nodded confused as to the paper you placed in his hand, “What is this?”  “Give it to my Dad in thirty minutes.” You softly asked knowing Steve was already waiting out front.

“Why?”  “Just do it please.” You begged before taking off once he nodded in response. You watched your Dad laugh with Mrs. Jenkins over some stupid joke.

You raced to the front where Steve was resting against his retro car he deemed irreplaceable after helping his grandpa fix it. Steve was an old soul capable financially to afford a smartphone and state of the art computer but he chose not to. He preferred connecting face to face.

“Ready?” He grinned.

“Hell yeah.” You gulped climbing into the car wiping your hands on your dress material. Resting in the back were two average sized suitcases holding the necessities for your life.

Everything was a blur standing in front of Steve half listening to the preacher talking before your witness nudged you. Standing cautiously was Dustin Henderson along with an adult legally able to witness the marriage. Rings were exchanged before the preacher announced your husband and wife.  “You may kiss the bride.” Preacher Thomas spoke smiling as you were dipped backwards by your husband.

You raced outside grinning at each other knowing you had each other’s backs for the rest of your lives. You loved Steve with everything in your being even if you had to give up your family. Life didn’t like that decision because a truck screeched to a halt in front of you.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N!” Your father roared slamming his door shut, “You better not have-“

“It’s too late.” You spoke squeezing Steve’s hand in your own as your father seethed.  “You’re eighteen Y/N. This is childish and irresponsible.” Dad glared at your conjoined hands, “You don’t know what marriage is.”

“It’s about support, love and trust Daddy.” You whimpered almost seeing his hair turn grey slowly.

“It’s not too late. We can get it annulled unless he took you at the front of the chapel.” Dad sarcastically spoke.

“I love him.”

“Sir, I promise to care for her.”

“If you cared. You’d let her go.” Dad calmly spoke, “You know what’s best right now Steve. You’re a good guy but you’re both too young.”

Steve stared silently as you grabbed your suitcase from his car hesitating to meet his disappointed eyes. You looked at the ground as your father closed the passenger door on his truck with you in it.

“I’ll start the paperwork tomorrow.” Dad said watching Steve shift on his feet, “I’ll send your paycheque for the shed tomorrow. Thank you for the help but I won’t be needing it anymore.”

Without another word Steve was left in front of the church watching his wife and father in law leave only a cloud of dust left. You watched out the back window until there was nothing but dust and sadness left.

“Don’t worry honey.” Dad spoke glancing over, “You’ll understand in the future.”

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The Pencil // Jason Blossom

Summary: Roped into going to a party your so called friends decide to match make in the worst way. By getting you plastered and nearly taken advantage of by the party host. Their plan works though when a certain Blossom cares for you.

Characters: Reader x Jason Blossom, Chuck Clayton, Alexis (OFC), Dot (OFC), and Reggie (mentioned)

Words: 1132

Disclaimer: I do not Riverdale or the characters involved. I do not own any gifs, images, jokes or songs that may appear.

Warnings: Swearing, teenage partying, underage drinking, mention of attempted sexual assault, angst, and fluff.

A/N: Short but sweet personally.

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You couldn’t believe you had managed to be roped into attending the end of the year party at Chuck Clayton’s house. Somehow your friends had dragged into the house raging with music, teenage hormones, alcohol and typical high school stupidity. You liked attending parties because they were fun but only when someone respecting women and men alike were throwing it. Not some wannabe lady killer with only his daddy as the reasoning behind his popularity.

It didn’t help that Chuck Clayton had sexual harrassed your childhood best friend creating a mess of emotions and a lawsuit. It was no secret that Dorothy, nicknamed Dot, was from a family financial unable to go throw a lawsuit and the humilation for their daughter. The next day Dot Smith and her family cleared their house and moved away. You hated Chuck for pushing your friend to leaving.

“Drink?” Jacy asked with sinister red painted lips. You sniffed the cup in question before taking it, Jacy knew what you drank and how keg beer was shitty tasting for you.

“Thanks.” You smiled, “Where’s Alexis?”

“With her crush. They’re so going to be together by July.”

“Everyone knows that but them. Cliche best friends blind to the others feelings.” You grinned happily.

“I heard the Blossoms will be here. I know how you and Jason are friendly.”

“I borrowed his pen once. Don’t go planning a wedding.” You giggled knowing that Jacy had wishes for you to get the guy, “Besides Cheryl would never approve of a low level Y/L/N dating her brother.”

“Sometimes I wonder about them.” Jacy hummed, “Well I’m going to go goggle Reggie shirtless in the pool. See you later!”

The next hour went with you mingling with people and drinking the cups your friends placed in your hands. By midnight you were a little past wasted with more alcohol coming and you didn’t notice the way your friends smiled to each other when they spotted Jason coming inside. Without Cheryl.

“Hey Jason! Y/N was looking for you earlier.” Jacy grinned towards the popular red head.

“Where is she?”

“Kitchen.”

Jason, following their directions, happened to walk in on Chuck beginning to approach you in the way he recognized quickly. There was a way to how Chuck changed when there was a female involved, he swaggered and oozed confidence. Jason was angry that Chuck set his eyes on a wasted female and more so that it was you.  “Hey Y/N.” Chuck smouldered leaning against the counter.

“Can I help you Clayton?”

“Yeah. I have a lump that needs to be looked at. I heard your mother was a nurse, I bet she passed on more than her gorgeous looks.”

“No thanks.” You grumbled blinking, “I don’t want any medical problems from you.”  “Come on Baby, don’t be like that.”

“Leave her alone Chuck.” Jason said walking towards you, “She said no.”

“I didn’t hear a distinct no. Butt out Blossom or you won’t be on the field.” Chuck glared.

“Threaten me and you’ll be the one running from town. Seeing as your sexual needs drove a girl from her hometown.” Jason glared, “Need I remind you who I am? Do you really want to threaten a Blossom?”

“Whatever. She isn’t worth it. Not enough ass or boobs on her for me.” Chuck grunted shoving his shoulder against a stone wall Jason.

He observed on you swayed on your feet barely able to focus your eyes on anything. Jason wasn’t known to go out of his way for people but it was different with you. The minute your gorgeous coloured eyes looked at him for a pen he was gone.  “Y/N, are you okay?” He questioned.

“Yeah. Are you a Blossom triplet?” You hiccuped confused. You swore he was familiar but also a stranger, “I once borrowed a pen from Jason. Man would I like to run my fingers through his ginger hair.”

“Really?” Jason grinned, “I’m sure he would enjoy that also.”

“Too bad everyone thinks he fucking his twin.” You chortled, “Really is a shame. I’d love to go out with him.”

“I would too.” He smiled avoiding even thinking about the first part of the sentence you spoke, “Maybe we should get you home.”

“Home is where the heart is. My home is many places. My parents, and Dot. But even Thornhill is like home because that’s where Jason lives.”  “Where is home exactly?” Jason questioned slipping his arm around your waist.

“Too many places. I’m tired.” You yawned slowly losing function of your body. Jason slid his other arm below your knees to swing you into his arms bridal style.

“Where do your parents live?”  “M’ tired.” You groaned slipping into an odd world of colours of reds and the Blossom mansion. Why you were dreaming of the place you weren’t sure of being the star of the dream wasn’t that bad.

Jason was at a loss when he saw most of the party had emptied out leaving passed out teenagers and the loud moaning from many rooms. He knew the book would have more entries and leering would happen but first he needed to help you. He had no information where you lived so he did the only think he could do.

Cheryl was with their parents in a neighbouring town for business leaving his home quiet except for his granny yelling at the maid. He carefully maneuvered you into his bedroom before turning the lock on his door and changing in the bathroom. He didn’t want to chance you waking up to see him naked.

He grabbed one of the unused pillows and a throw blanket that was more expensive that probably your wardrobe he slept on the floor. It was peaceful until he woke up to a scared yet quiet scream.  “What the hell?! Why am I here?” You yelled towards the sleeping lump on the floor.  “I saved you from Chuck last night and you passed out on me. You weren’t giving me your address and your friends left already. I brought you here to be safe.”

“No funny business?” You hesitated.

“None. I changed in the bathroom and slept on the floor all night.” Jason defended before pointing towards a tablet and water on the bedside table, “I brought you medicine and water.”  “Thank you.” You whispered, “For everything. For caring for me.”  “I’d like to care for you more. Would you like to get away from Riverdale and have a date? Where we can just be Jason and Y/N?”

“I’d like that.” You whispered blushing. Who would have thought that you two would end up on each other’s radar just by borrowing a pencil.

“How about some pancakes?” Jason questioned beginning the start of a tradition. Pancakes Saturdays.

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Excruciating // Jason Blossom

Summary: It’s unclear if it was a play or not but in the end you got into a relationship with Jason but grief struck when he died. You didn’t think anything could hurt so bad until you learnt what he was hiding from you. You would never be the same.

Characters: Jason Blossom x Reader, Cheryl Blossom, Betty Cooper, Jane (OFM) Reggie Mantle (mentioned), and Chuck Clayton (mentioned).

Words: 1225

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. Nor do I own any gifs, jokes, lyrics or images unless otherwise stated.

Warnings: Possible swearing, agony, angst, death, underage drinking, and cheating (implied).

Requested: Yes. Anonymous.

Author: Caitsy.

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Parties weren’t something you were excited that happened. Especially since things happened that were taboo and never thought about again. Take Chuck Clayton, the perv hit on anything with boobs and no doubt waited until a girl was too drunk. Nobody went against him because how could you? He was a high standing football player that managed to get out of trouble with his father’s position.

At the same time it was spring break in the small town of Riverdale and any one under seventeen partied in the small town. The upperclassmen travelled to Florida to get absolutely smashed. You were ashamed to say that Jane, your best friend, had peer pressured you into drinking and you were still learning to hold your alcohol.

“I don’t know.” You mumbled pulled at the semi-short sleeve shirt you were wearing. Jane had always been the more wild out of you and took strides in everything.

“Come on!” She groaned, “Even scrawny Andrews is here!”

That took you by surprise. One of Riverdale’s golden boys was in the corner uncomfortably sipping on a beer. He had always interested you given that he was built like a twig that could snap at a simple poke. Somehow he was on the football team among larger built boys and one girl that was probably the toughest on the team.

“He’ll be wasted by the end of that beer.” You snorted at the redhead, “Hey maybe he’ll be the next Steve Rogers minus the serum, cool shield and a hot best friend.”

“Nerd.”

Jane giggled along with you before grabbing two empty solo cups and expertly filling them to the brim with cheap beer that tasted like ass. You were sure that your parents would kick your ass if they knew you were about drink at this party. One that was epitome of high school house parties with the loud music, grinding couples, and stupid drinking games.

“We should try beer pong!” Jane excitedly announced, “Reggie is over there!”

Jane had a slight obsession over the football player that was slightly concerning, the kind that makes you think of how broken and lost she’ll be. On the other hand Reggie placed his attention on her one hundred percent.

“No he’s coming over here.” You corrected her as the man in question gently grasped her arm. You didn’t want to know what was said with the deep blush overcoming her face.

“I’ll meet you later!” Jane called out as she followed Reggie.

You shook your head wandering over to the beer pong table nearly concealed by the amount of teens around it. In the corner was a Serpent definitely passed even the age of a college student holding little cards with names on them. He was selling the drugs that financed his gang.

“Crazy right.”

You jumped at the words coming from someone you never expected to have talked to. Blossom boy wonder was in front of you with a water bottle not opened in his hand. He nudged it into you hands while holding a red solo cup in his other.

“Jason?”

“Y/N.” He chuckled, “I know you don’t drink alcohol much and to be honest I don’t want to chance anything.”

“Change anything.”

“Rumours were going around of Chuck trying to spike drinks. Yours to be precise.”

“You cared?” You asked shocked.

“Of course. I’ll liked you since we were kids but you know how life controls your life.” Jason admitted ignoring the shocked gaze of his twin sister. You could see the near disgusting love she held for him, as if they were truly romantic soulmates.

“You’re sister is staring.”

“I don’t care.” Jason grinned brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You blushed biting you lip as he grabbed your hand to bring you to the near stranded backyard.

You shot up in bed shaking from the memory of how your relationship with Jason began that one fateful party. You gagged racing into the bathroom to expel the vomit and the imaginary grief. Nothing helped the feeling of lose and loneliness.

Nothing was the same. Nothing would be the same. Not since he was taken from your life.

Jason had tearfully explained how he wouldn’t bring you into the horror story of a family life he had. So he planned to fake his death, earn some money and come for you for a new life. He used an old friend to create a story so you couldn’t be traced by to him. Polly was happy to help knowing that she wouldn’t have to reveal her baby as a creation of drunken night with Chuck.

Things changed. He didn’t make contact with you or Cheryl. That’s when things turned weird.

You had been wishing of him finding you before Betty called asking for you to come to Sweetwater River. That’s when life shattered when they carried your Jason out of the water swollen with water and a new addition to his forehead.

The weeks following were horrendous with the truth of why he was running away and your role. You were branded with suspicion from everyone. The grief kept you from going to his funeral and spending your time in bed next to a bucket. Everyone thought you were pregnant.

“Honey, I need you to do something for me.” Your father said rather uncomfortably. In his hands was a plastic bag with no markings on it.

“W-what.” You tried unsuccessful to clear your throat.

“I need you to go into the bathroom and take these. There’s water on the sink if you need it.”  “Dad.” You started before seeing the contents in the bag, “I’m not pregnant.”

“You’ve been unable to keep anything done and with Jason running away I’m worried. Sweetheart you’ve been showing signs of pregnancy.” Dad whispered brushing your hair back.

“What if-“

“We’ll cross that bridge when we know.” Dad interrupted you, “No matter what I will love you. I will always stand by you in the worst of it.”

“What about M-mom?” You gasped feeling the tears coming back.

“She’ll come around.”

You weren’t pregnant but you were unable to get rid of the agony your life had turned into. It was going to get worse soon enough. The first day back at school Cheryl was telling you she needed you o come with her somewhere. That’s why you were standing near a locker in the middle of night at school.

Where your beliefs and world turned upside down again only this time by Jason himself. The rumoured Playbook that circulated the football team was open in front of you. It felt like you were underwater only barely able to hear everyone talking.

Beside Jason’s name was yours with a clearly written eight point five on the same line. You sank down on the locker in complete paralyzing betrayal. He had used you like you were a game that could be thrown out after it wasn’t shiny anymore. Was he even going to come back for you?

“I know this isn’t the time but I think you need to know something.” Betty said crouching in front of you, “Polly and Jason weren’t pretending. I found her diary. He got her pregnant and they were running away.”

“What.” You whispered before shattering in Cheryl’s shaking arms.

Nothing would be the same.

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Recover // Stiles Stilinski

Summary: After an assailant leaves you dying in the arms of your best friend some things are admitted with tears and blood. Unable to kickstart the healing you reveal feeling to give you peace but can your best friend save you?

Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Reader, Scott McCall, Dr. Alan Deaton and Lydia Martin (mentioned)

Words: 1301

Disclaimer: I do nor own Teen Wolf or the characters included in this nor do I own any gifs or images included. Credit should show up under the gifs used.

Warnings: Possible swearing, attempted murder, and fluff (somehow is included)

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Author: Caitsy

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You whimpered feeling the blood ooze out of the wound left by your assailant with no knowledge of who or why it happened. You weren’t healing like you should have been for some reason and it tore your study partner apart. He sat there by your side as your life trickled out of you and as it left your body he felt the pain fill his body.

 “You can’t die on me.” Stiles cried out, “Who’s going to alternate watching tv, looking over our studies and talking about how we’ll apply to the same bureau location?”

 “Y-you’ll live.” You gasped placing your hand on his cheek leaving a red print on his skin, with shaky hands you tried to swipe it off but only smeared it more.

“Why aren’t you healing!” Stiles cried out tugging you closer, “I can’t lose the love of my life.”

“That’s why.” The new voice interrupted as Stiles felt some relief, “Hey Y/N. I came as a soon as I could. I know why you aren’t healing.”

“Why?!” Stiles demanded. His eyes filled with tears, the ocean would be jealous of, were a searing mixture of agony and anger. Whether Stiles was angry at Scott for not being there wasn’t conclusive.

“She’s feeling guilty.” Scott said taking your hand and winced as the black veins appeared on his skin. He was taking as much pain away as he could before he flinched back.

 “I-I caused you to break it off with Lydia.” You gasped at the sharp pain, “I was cruel to do that.”

“You didn’t do anything though.”

“I exist in your world where I shouldn’t. You belong with that gorgeous friend and you’ll get back together.” You gasped again before slowly closing your eyes. You screamed as a bone was forced to bend in a way it shouldn’t with Scott wincing both at your pain and Stiles’ glare.

“You did nothing wrong. Lydia and I were having problems already and I can’t help falling in love you more and more each day.” Stiles pleaded stroking your hair out of your eyes, “Don’t give up on us.”

 You grunted in response before collapsing into the dark unknown abyss leaving Stiles shattered and Scott frantically looking over you. Stiles, in typical fashion, physically followed your limp body done until his sobs warmed your cooling skin and grasped your hands so tight. Scott knelt back as his best friend broke to the same point as the day Claudia died.

“Stiles.” Scott whispered placing his hand on the emotionally raw male.

“Why?!”

“Stiles! She’s fine!” Scott yelled, “The combined knowledge of your love for her and breaking her bone kickstarted her healing. She’s unconscious so her body can heal without strain.”

 “A-are you sure?” Stiles sniffled.

“Put your head on her chest.” Listening to his best friends Stiles did as he was told. The small smile that crested onto his face showed that he too could hear the heartbeat of the girl.

“We should get her into the vet clinic so Deaton can look after her. More experience.” Stiles fixed his sentence at the offended expression on Scot’’s face.

“Fine.” Scott shook his head leaning done to scoop her into his arms.

 “No! Let me.” Stiles demanded shoving Scott away before straining his body under the weight of Y/N. Now you weren't heavy but Stiles wasn’t known to be very strong even with a sixty pound box.

Grunting Stiles managed to do the oddest walk to the baby blue jeep outside in the parking lot. Scott, bless his soul, managed to let only a few laughs slip passed his lips. With a scowl Stiles slid you into the front seat and secured you in by the seatbelt.

 “Where am I supposed to sit?”

“The back.” Stiles retorted turning the keys. There was an odd sound from the jeep before Stiles copied the actions to get the jeep running.

“But the front is my seat!”

“Not today. Get in.” Stiles exclaimed as Scott unceremoniously landed uncomfortably on the floor in the back of the cramped jeep. He was sometimes terrified of his best friend whether it be from his previous possession by the Nogitsune or just being Stiles.

“Stiles calm down.” Scott soothed, “She’s going to be okay.”

“We don’t know that.” Stiles retorted reaching over to caress her arm unable to live without some form of physical touch.

“You can trust me to say that because it’s true.”

“No Scott! The last time someone said it was going to okay was when a doctor told me, ‘everything is going to be fine son, she’ll be okay’ but she wasn’t.” Stiles snapped glaring at his best friend.

The ride was filled with anxious silence that nearly choked the True Alpha with the highly concentrated pheromones coming from the human boy. Typically Scott could ignore the pheromones but the intense mixture of grief, worry, love and sadness was too intense so he rolled down the window with a lot of effort.

“What happened?” Deaton questioned his hands going over the girls limbs with professional care.

 “You should tou-“

“I’m a doctor Stiles. This is strictly concern for my patient and friend.” Deaton reassured him, “Now tell me what caused this and why she wasn’t able to heal on her own?”

“It was dark. I didn’t see when it happened. When I heard her whimper I tried to get over as soon as I could but when I got there it was only her.” Stiles bit his lip frowning as he did so.

“It was human. Nothing was supernatural about it.” Scott said blinking.

“Are you sure?” Stiles questioned pushing his head to stare at the werewolf.

 “Definitely. It was a scent, human scent, that I had no prior interference with.”

“Okay so there was nothing supernatural about it but that doesn’t explain why she’s healing slow.”

“Guilt.” Scott muttered, “She’s guilty because Stiles is giving her attention and she returns the attention but the knowledge that Lydia is hostile towards her is paining her.”

 “Lydia and I broke up over something that wasn’t connected to Y/N at all. It was only after the breakup that I discovered that I love her in ways that I had never and could never love Lydia. There’s something magnetic about her that both challenges and excites me.” Stiles started, “Maybe it was her quiet concern for everyone or maybe it was how she fought for what she believed was right.”

“I get it.” Deaton replied smiling at the young man, “She does too.”

“What do you mean?” Stiles exclaimed lunging over to the table.

 “She’s healing.” Deaton smiled pointing to the wound on her stomach that glued itself back together leaving only blood staining her skin.

“Y/N? Sweetheart?” Stiles whispered crouching to be level with the table, “Can you hear me?”

  “Y-yeah.” You sighed fluttering your eyelids to meet the honey brown irises on the one person you wanted to see for the rest of your life. Stiles Stilinski.

 “Oh thank god.” Stiles cried crushing your head against his shoulder as tears began to rain down both of your cheeks, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You mumbled back equally relieved.

“Called it.” Deaton smiled towards Scott, “I told you they would get together. In simple english the only way to describe them is soulmates.”

“Congratulations! Grads of Beacon Hills High School!” With that you, Stiles, Scott, Lydia, and Malia stood up with the rest of the graduating class. Hats were tossed while Stiles pulled you in for a long overdo excited kiss.

“I love you.” Stiles said with a small smile, “I’m so happy that you’re coming with me.”

“There’s no place I would rather be.” You smiled back.

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Endless Search // Steve Rogers

Summary: Over centuries you’ve always been killed mere weeks at the most before meeting your soulmate causing endless pain. Having been at every social standing possible, from a princess to a servant, you can’t think of another you could be. The current life as a bestseller doesn’t allow the endless circle to stop but can your soulmate finally meet you?

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, and Avengers (implied)

Words:1249

Disclaimer: I do not own any Marvel characters of plots. Nor do own any gifs, images, songs, jokes or videos that may appear. I do however own anything original in this work and if this appears anywhere off Tumblr I didn’t post it.

Warnings: Death, angst and fluff.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: Dreamt of this without knowing which fandom I should put it in. I haven’t done anything other than Riverdale or Dolan Twins in the last few months therefore I decided to give Steve a little loving and pain.

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If there was anything to be assured about it was the knowledge about soulmates being real. In the beginning of time, as stories have been passed down, people worshiped the ideal of having a soulmate, one would pray for the perfect one. Over the centuries mentalities formed on ‘forced love’ and the belief was cast aside.

When the world was starved of love the belief of soulmates returned with greater oomph. Historians brought it back into teachings along with recounts of centuries where, even when the ideal was welcomed, royals denied their issues soulmates in turn for more ‘suited’ ones on a social hierarchy base.

Being a published author with many novels under your belt you used your knowledge of your life’s experiences with heartbreak. Basing your main characters life on yours searching through many lifetimes for the almost always unattainable love. As a little girl you had always said you wanted to be a teacher until that first night you dreamt of your first past life.

You tugged at the stiff material holding your body in an uncomfortable and frankly unattractive hour glass figure. Marcie had an undeniable talent of tightening the corset up to the point of no return, you weren’t sure if your organs were in the right places but appearances were everything. Especially as a high ranking member of society.

“Miss. You’re needed in the throne room.” The meek voice of Marcie sounded from the hallway. In her hands of a freshly cleaned chamber pot, the one you had used only an hour ago.

“Thank you Marcie.” You smiled kindly at your servant before heading towards your father’s study. The large oak wood was polished to a perfection along with the doorknob that you could easily see your face on.

“Good afternoon Miss.” Carson said with a small smile on his face. One of your father’s royal guards Carson had grown from the boy you played with, albeit to your mother’s disdain. The difference between child Carson and adult was the crude yet tasteful arrowhead hanging on his neck.

Carson was an expert marksman with a bow and arrow handed down by his father. He was an exception to the rule all guards followed due to the fact that he had saved your mother and you when you were a little girl. The arrow pierced through the enemy with just enough time for Carson you catch you from the saddle of the now deceased man.

“How is he?” You murmured towards your oldest friend.

“It’s one of the worse days.” He returned.

Your father’s health declined when your little sister Winifred was killed on the annual family horseback tour. Something that was considered unsafe for the royal family but it was important to see Winnie smile when she was always sick. Born sick with ailments that were incurable despite the many trial treatments attempted.

Even in the present day you had managed to track down information about a European royal family back in the 1700s. The dream had caused a spiralling effect to research if it was true or simply a break in your mental state. You found out that the royal family was tragically assassinated on the family horseback tour a mere year after the youngest, Winifred, died fighting what appeared to be a number of illnesses.

Even know you vividly remember that painting of the entire family dressed impeccably where your face was easily recognized in it. You had been the oldest of the King’s children about to meet a neighbouring country’s Prince the following day. It was Prince Silas that eventually discovered your family’s bodies.

That dream during your pre-teen years opened your mind to having more dreams of past lives. You had lived many lives of heartbreak with only dying days before meeting a potential love interest. The second life you remembered was being the daughter of a tailor in the 1800s living around of area of Whitechapel in London. You were murdered by the later infamous serial killer Jack the Ripper.

The night was cold as you walked from your best friend’s home back to the apartment you lived in above your father’s business. You were on the notoriously known corner used by prostitutes when you were pulled into the alleyway by an unknown man. Above you was the man you knew you were going to be killed by.

“P’please don’t!” You screamed before the entire experience clouded as you slowly died thinking of the sweet son of the local baker. You were sure that Stanley was going to ask to court you.

Shaking your mind off the shocking dream you signed one of the books with a grin as the little girl spoke of how it made her feel.

“How did you come up with the idea!”

“I was drinking lemonade on my balcony when it come to mind how beautiful reincarnation sounded at the time.”

“Next please!” The security guard announced making the young girl shuffle along.

Even as the day went by you thought of all the past lives you had come to know over the years from being a princess, to the murdered daughter of a tailor, to being the heroic personal servant that sacrificed her life for her employer, to the young woman that died from cancer and to your current life as an author.

“Get down!” The guard shouted just as a bullet slammed into his forehead.

You screamed scrambling behind the bookshelf as many were injured and killed. You peeked out to see some man holding a strange weapon with a sadistic grin. You had never seen him but the way he was glaring at the cardboard cutout of you, you had a feeling he knew you.

“Come out, Y/N.” His gravelly voiced announced stalking the building with a fierce hatred.

You had always known that at any chance you could be physically assaulted by someone that took your work too seriously. Who painted themselves as your ever lost soulmate. You just ever really believed that you could be the cause of someone’s death.

To be honest you didn’t think the cops could stop this one seeing as the assailant had no problems killing anyone in his way. When the man placed the muzzle of the gun against your forehead you closed your eyes to accept another life where you didn’t meet your soulmate.

Almost like it was a story the muzzle of the gun fell from your forehead leaving no trace other than mental pain and blood splattered on your forehead. You were shaking when you felt hands on each side of your face shifting it to see for any injuries. The hands were gentle but rough at the same time.

“Sorry I took so long. I got a little caught up.” The voice replied. The familiarity of the voice caused you to open your eyes to expressive blue eyes.

Before you stood the one person you could recognize anywhere with his blonde hair that spoke of someone both neat and the epitome of the all American boy. The boy you were meant to meet in previous lives.

“That’s okay.” You mumbled breathlessly, “I had a couple things to do.”

He chuckled deeply before his gripped a handkerchief to wipe the blood from your forehead just so he could placed a kiss against your forehead.  “Steve Rogers.”

“I guess your soul loves names starting with s.” You giggled.

“I guess your soul always loved a scrawny man.” He laughed back.

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Having Questions // Cheryl Blossom

Summary: Left alone in a hotel with questions on how Cheryl Blossom had such power after leaving you. You contemplate how you got to this point with such agony as such a young age and so many wounds from her. Where do you go from there?

Characters: Reader x Cheryl Blossom, Archie Andrews (mentioned), Betty Cooper (mentioned) and Jason Blossom (mentioned)

Words: 1595

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. Nor do I own ‘I Have Questions’ by Camila Cabello, any gifs or images. I only own the storyline.

Warnings: Swearing, mention of death, allusion to sex, same sex relationship and ANGST

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Author: Caitsy

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Why did you leave me here to burn? I'm way too young to be this hurt I feel doomed in hotel rooms Staring straight up at the wall Counting wounds and I am tryin' to numb them all

You sat on the edge of the chair in the hotel room staring at the blank wall you had rented under a stupid fake name to keep the light off you. Your heart hurt so much you were physically sick and it didn’t get better at all, ever since she had left the room with cold words ending it all. You were so broken that tears wouldn’t build and fall so instead of counting the tears she caused you thought of the wounds.

Cheryl was your addiction. Simply said but she was ashamed of you and the relationship you had built over the course of three months. At fifteen you sat there thinking of all the time she shunned you at school only to make up lies as to why she had done that earlier.

The girl that caught your heart in a love as fiery as her hair was standing at her locker with Ginger holding a clipboard. Almost as if she felt your eyes she turned to see you across the hall with those eyes that drew her in. With a hand up you waved with a grin before she sneered and giggled with Ginger.

“Lesbian freak.” Ginger spat as Cheryl laughed with her.

With tears building you shoved passed everyone in the hall, even ever kind Betty Cooper, to get into the least used female bathroom. Shutting yourself in the stall you felt the wound of rejection leave a mark on your heart.

You were fifteen years old and never felt such a deep hurt that was more powerful than the knowledge that at this age you should feel this. You were too young in society’s beliefs to be involved in such a serious physical relationship. You always thought it was the males that broke hearts, not girls that were kind albeit in private.

Do you care, do you care? Why don't you care? I gave you all of me My blood, my sweat, my heart, and my tears Why don't you care, why don't you care? I was there, I was there, when no one was Now you're gone and I'm here

Even now you thought back over the times she would ignore your blatant attempts at contact that weren’t texting. The number that she used turned out to be one from a burner phone. Just another wound left on a once innocent heart.

What a cost you had for only wanting a relationship with a girl you have believed was kindhearted, sweet and genuine under a cold exterior. You gave her everything that you had to give to someone. Even giving your time to be there for her in her times of need.

Cheryl’s arm was slung across your bare waist while breathing in the thick, hot air created by the movements of your bodies only minutes ago. She had called you wanting to meet at your place with a broken voice.

“What hurt you?” You whispered brushing a strand of mussed red hair from her face, bare of any makeup. Sweat glistening on your bodies from the passion you had only recently shared.

“JJ…he’s gone.” Cheryl sobbed into your chest as it hit her. What she had helped her twin brother do to escape the harsh family life they had.

“Shh.” You said pressing a light kiss to her forehead, “They’ll find him. He’s a strong swimmer Cherry.”

“I know.” Cheryl sighed as she rolled on top of you, “Distract me?”

“That I can do.” You grinned. Just her sharing her torment finally gave you that finally push to give your heart to her.

You bled for her emotionally. You had since she had needed you the first time after bumping into you late one night. Now you gave her tears that finally fell onto your cheeks from the sweet memories you had before they begin to taint.

I have questions for you Number one, tell me who you think you are? You've got some nerve tryin' to tear my faith apart (I have questions for you) Number two, why would you try and play me for a fool? I should have never, ever, ever trusted you (I have questions) Number three, why weren't you, who you swore that you would be? I have questions, I've got questions haunting me I have questions for you I have questions for you (I have questions) I have questions for you

You had thousands of questions for the girl who didn’t care that she broke your heart into hundreds of pieces. Who did she think she was? Why did she think she had the right to suck you into her life and fall for her only to see she was selfish with hers. Your faith is people was tearing down the middle and you weren’t sure who would be behind that faith.

You should have know better than to trust her after she had tricked Betty by going to her home. You should have known not to trust someone that was a bitch to everyone whether it be something simple or a question. Why was she someone she swore she was in private but the opposite in public?

You sat on the end of the bed with your fists squeezing tight but you didn’t feel the sharp pain of your nails cutting into your skin. All you felt was the embarrassment, anger and hurt directed at the girl opening the hotel room.

“Why?” You bitterly asked, “Why are you nice, kind and sweet here with me but never in public? Why are you constantly giving me whiplash on how you treat me?”  “I swear I don’t mean to. I swear I’ll treat you the same as I do now.”

“You’ve said that before!” You exclaimed feelings the tears build up, “All you do is make promises to change but you never do.”

“I’m a Blossom.” Cheryl sternly told you, “You know how I have to act.”

“And I’m your girlfriend.” You spat.

“Y/N…” Cheryl trailed off as you felt your heart break even more.  “Of course. You don’t see me as your girlfriend, you see me as your fuckable distraction.” You heard your voice break.

“I’m not ready for that.” Cheryl said sadly.

“Whatever.”

My, my name was safest in your mouth And why'd you have to go and spit it out? Oh, your voice, it was the most familiar sound But it sounds so dangerous to me now

You were reaching for the door handle when she said your name and you felt your walls crumble down again. The only thing was that Cheryl didn’t say it in the same way she had before with that sweet as honey near moan. Instead it was spat like something hideous in taste. It sounded dangerous and you realized anything that came out of her mouth was dangerous.

“This is over.”

“Archie.” You breathed, “You want Archie. You don’t want anything to know about us. You’re ashamed that you’ll be ridiculed for being with me.”

“I’m a Blossom! I need to pass on the legacy.”

“No you’re scared.” You said with deep sobs.

“Or maybe I never wanted you.” You barely heard the door close over the shattering of your heart and the doubts that seeped up. The memories that once been held dear were now revealed as a mean trick.

I have questions for you Number one, tell me who you think you are? You've got some nerve tryin' to tear my faith apart (I have questions for you) Number two, why would you try and play me for a fool? I should have never, ever, ever trusted you I have questions for you I have questions for you I have questions for you (I have questions) I have questions for you

I have questions for you, ooh I have questions for you I have questions for you (I have questions) I have questions for you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I have questions for you, ooh I have questions for you (fair play, no, fair play, no) I have questions for you (I have questions) I have questions for you I have questions for you

The questions that flooded your mind haunted you more than anything else ever could in your entire life. You had never fully understood the term haunted until this moment when it gained personal reasons.

How do I fix it? Can we talk? Can we communicate? Can we talk? Do I wanna fix it? I have questions for you (I'm afraid of you) Is it my fault? Is it my fault? Do you miss me? I have questions

You didn't know if you wanted to fix it yet or at all. You weren’t sure that communication could help. Besides isn’t it your fault? She sure as hell didn’t seem to miss you as word broke that Cheryl had kissed Archie Andrews only hours after leaving you alone. Now you were in the hotel days after she left hoping she’d walk in but all you had were questions with no answers.

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