Middle Of The Night

Middle of the night

Sitting alone in my room

Getting drunk on orange juice

The snake

They always warn you of the snake.

Their words: “Be careful my child, it’ll bite you. Don’t you see the pure evil in its eyes?”

Like all children we of course disobeyed their orders and we set out to search for the snake.

At first I didn’t trust it. That changed when it started whispering in my ear.

The danger of being around it made the adrenaline rush through my veins.

But it never hurt me. It became my companion, my friend.

It might’ve hurt you but I never noticed. And one day you didn’t join me on our visits anymore. And I had the snake all to myself.

The smoothness and coldness of its curves calmed me down and warmed my heart.

The snake slowly and secretly slithered its way into my heart.

And now I can’t spend a day without thinking of its green scales.

It will slither its way into your heart too.

Inspired by Riverdale

Friends

I feel like I’ve been stabbed

I thought they were my friends

Like Oli said: “True friends stab you in the front”

But are they actually true friends?

I sometimes wonder if that was just my perception

It hurts to see them now turn their backs on me

While I clutch my wound, the warm stickiness dripping through my fingers

They didn’t even notice

And I know I will probably crawl back to them

Even though I have been hurt time and time again

So, I'm only in season three, but I thought it would be cool to do a Sean Renard x reader where reader is Freddy and Rosalee's sister and when Freddy was murdered, she was brought in for questioning and Sean saw her for the first time walking out of the precinct and when Sean gets more involved with Team Grimm (that's what I call the main group), he gets to know her better while she helps run the spice shop. It just sounds like a fun idea -&

I like the idea. But I’m not sure if I’ll write it. It’s hard for me to write fanfiction for characters that I myself don’t really feel attracted to. I mean I like Sean but not in in a romantic way. I’ll think about it. Maybe I’ll try to write something with Sean. If you have anymore ideas for Nick or Monroe send them my way, as I will more likely be inspired to write about them.

A single oxide

You walk on the same street

Away from me merely a few feet

I reach out my hand

But you disappear

So close but yet so far

Soft waves of chestnut brown silk

That frame a face with skin pale as milk

Ice blur spheres that scan the crowd

While you smile your pretty smile so proud

I see you on the other side of the street

With your friends having a meet

My head in the clouds and always alone

I’m see-through - like a ghost to you

So close but yet so far

My heart jumps and flutters with love and happiness

But it aches and isn’t only full of bliss

Longing for him and his warmth next to my body

But he will never love me

In my thoughts I see you with another girl

Holding her hand, doing a twirl

Just her on your mind

Not a single thought for a girl like me

So close but yet so far.

Lost and Found Part 3 ~ Jughead x reader

Part 1  Part 2  Part 4

Word count: 1,162

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader isn’t living with her parents any more and is looking for a place to crash. She meets Jughead. 

A/N: This takes place during the first season, around episodes 4 to 7.

The next day I avoided him at all costs. I even got up an hour earlier than usual just so I wouldn’t have to meet him. I needed the time to sort my thoughts.

I just couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss. I knew it was just a one time thing, this would never happen again, so my heart should stop fussing about it. But it wouldn’t. Every time I thought of the intimate moment we had or a picture of his captivating face with his alluring smile appeared before my inner eye my heart started to ache.

The thing was I didn’t like getting attached to people, especially to people who did not reciprocate the feelings and it was clear as crystal that Jughead Forsythe Pendleton Jones III did not reciprocate those feelings. So I had to ignore and forget about it.

Attachment wasn’t something I was big on. Not being attached meant being free, being able to do what I wanted. It made moving on – both emotionally and physically – so much easier. One didn’t have to consider whether one’s decisions would hurt anyone that one loved. I had even considered moving to a bigger town/city after graduation hoping to pursue my dream of becoming an artist. So no, commitment and attachment weren’t on the top of my list of things to-do. And the way Jughead reacted showed he didn’t want to be bound to anyone.

Having finished that train of thought I started to replay the events of the evening before in my mind. Maybe I just imagined that he leaned in. Oh god, if I did that I just made our whole acquaintanceship awkward. If that is what truly happened I could just slap myself, I thought facepalming.

Man, the moment was so cliché, it was almost kinda cringey. I had probably seen too many of these stereotypical romantic kisses on TV and in movies that my head made me think that he had inched closer, that this was my romantic moment. God, that’s so embarrassing! I wish it never happened – well, a part of me does. It is better if I don’t act on my feelings and act like everything is normal.

And that was exactly what I did. The following days I pretended that nothing had happened. When we saw each other in the hallways we subtly nodded at each other but further than that we didn’t show pay the other anymore attention just like we always did.

After our situation had cooled down some more we started hanging out more often. I made him go to Pop’s with me to eat dinner together instead of spending the time alone. It felt like we had finally become friends although Jughead still sometimes seemed like he was avoiding me and was hesitant around me but it was getting better and we opened up to each other – talking about our situations at home and our dreams and hopes.

A few days later during school time I was frantically searching for my dark haired, green eyed companion and found him sitting in the student lounge with his other friends. Leaning casually on the door frame I watched them laughing and talking together for a few minutes. When Jughead noticed me I pushed myself off of the door frame and slowly made my way towards the group sitting on the chesterfields in the centre of the room.

As I approached his facial expression showed his confusion and the rest of his gang watched me in surprise. A few feet away from him I nervously said: “Hey, Jug, could I talk to you for a moment? Outside?” while avoiding his friends’ gazes. “Uh... yeah... sure”, he stuttered and followed me out into the hallway which was more or less deserted.

“So... what did you want to talk about?”, my friend asked casually leaning against a locker. “Well... the thing is I have a slight problem”, I replied while cautiously looking around whether anyone else was listening in on our private conversation. Jughead cocked his head in interest and worry. “You know the place that I crashed in... well, someone must’ve found it and told Weatherbee ‘cause Mr. Svenson was told to raid out the place.” His eyes widened in disbelief. “Really?!” I nodded. “Oh shit! What happened to all of your stuff?”, he asked aghast. “They put it into the Lost and Found box but I already got it all back and put in my locker.”

“So they know that you stayed here?” “No... god no! I told them story about constantly losing things. They bought it.” Jughead exhaled deeply like he had held his breath most likely fearing for his own safety even though I was somewhat hoping it was for my sake. “Can I help you in anyway?”, he questioned. “That’s really nice of you but I’m fine... I just wanted to tell you that I won’t be staying here any longer.” “What?!”, he exclaimed shocked making some students glance at us.

“Shh”, I hushed him and made him lower his voice. Jughead muttered an apology. “I’ll leave as soon as school’s over. That’s why I wanted to let you know now.” It hurt seeing his seemingly painful expression – if I wasn’t imagining that as well – the corner of his lips lightly pointing downwards and his eyes wide. “You can’t! Where will you go?” Trying to lighten up the mood with a soft smile I answered: “I don’t know yet but I’ll figure it out. I always do. It really will be too suspicious if I stay here as well and anyway I saw Mr. Svenson lock the door to the storage room earlier.”

“Please (Y/n), at least stay the night. Then tomorrow we can figure it out together”, he begged me standing up straight. It was so unlike him to plea for something and I couldn’t stop myself from hoping that it was only because of me. His sea green puppy dog eyes didn’t help me with my refusal so I gave in. “OK, fine.”

As Jughead went back into the student lounge I stayed behind resting against one of the classic blue lockers caught up in my thoughts. That’s when I heard Veronica Lodge speak up. “So, you and that outsider girl?” “Her name is (Y/n)”, Jughead corrected her. I knew I shouldn’t listen, this surely wasn’t a conversation meant for my ears but as soon as my name fell from his lips drew my interest.

“What’s going on between the two of you?”, she asked suggestively and full of curiosity. “N... Nothing.” It hurt hearing him say that. Technically it was true. There was nothing between us. We hadn’t even spoken the words ‘friend’ or ‘friendship’ towards each other. With a pang in my heart I quickly left not wanting to hear more of the conversation. Although my heart still ached from Jughead’s short answer earlier today I kept my promise and spent the night in school.