'cause i can never plan the ~action but i got the rest i guess so

The Club (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Smut with a dash of fluff.
Word count: 3.6k 

Part one: Kitchen Counter, Part two: Laundry Room.

» Song: Love In This Club part II

Summary: ”Or we can just do it here.“ He hummed, his fingers immediately latching onto his belt and working as quickly as ever to get it loose. “Jeon Jungkook,” You quietly scolded with a laugh, placing a hand over his and looked around. “People can see you.” Once you looked back down at him, he shook his head slowly, “It doesn’t matter, baby,” He reasoned, his tongue flickering over his lips. “Everyone’s wasted, I promise. I just…I want you so bad.” 


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jealousy

requested by anon: could you do a jealous marauders preference?


james:

James had always been a prideful teenager. He was one to boast and felt no guilt showing off all of his good qualities. Teachers knew it, you knew it, he knew it. Of course, anyone who posed as a threat to his ego would immediately be put under his watch. Due to this, it was no surprise he was the jealous type. So when he was told by his friends that the guy standing with you several yards away was in the middle of asking you to Slughorn’s Christmas Party, he didn’t exactly react well.

“Who was that back there in the hallway?” he pulled you from your group of friends hanging around the couches in the common room to a more private corner.

A faint smirk tugged at your peachy lips at his spiteful tone, though you were careful not to let it show, “Whatever are you talking about, Dear Jamesy?” You bat your eyelashes at your boyfriend.

His jaw locked as his eyes narrowed ever so slightly at your cocky stance, “You know exactly who I’m talking about, Y/N. The one Sirius said was asking you to the dance– the one you clearly rejected,” he paused, studying your face, “You did say no, right?”

Rather than answering his question, you shrugged whilst tapping your finger to your chin in a mock look of contemplation, “Well I mean, it would make sense for me to say yes. Considering I haven’t been asked yet, and all.”

You could practically see the annoyance radiating off of him which only increased your amusement, much to his dismay, “You think you’re so funny,” he quipped. “What makes him think he can ask you? Everyone knows we’re a thing,” he grumbles with a pout evident on his lips.

Your eyebrow raised again, though this time you don’t bother hiding the amusement on your face, “James Fleamont Potter, are you jealous?”

“Should I be?”

A smirk made its way onto your face at his response, “I suppose not. But you know if I run I could probably catch him before he gets to the Ravenclaw Common Room and tell him I’ll reconsider the-”

Your teasing was interrupted by his chapped lips colliding with your own soft ones. The initial shock quickly wore off as you melted into his kiss, your cocky demeanor retreating almost instantly. Before you even got the chance to pull away, your moment was interrupted by an outside voice.

“Oi Prongs, Y/N! This is a family room so it’d be much appreciated if you could keep the PDA to a minimum!”

Sirius’s barking voice sounded throughout the room, causing multiple heads to turn to the source of noise. Laughter chorused throughout the room as you and James simply locked eyes. He pecked your lips quickly before whispering, “We’ll continue this later.”

Originally posted by hogwartslivy

sirius:

“Y/N, truth or dare?”

It was nearly midnight and you should’ve been finishing up your essay for Slughorn due tomorrow, but here you were sitting in the Room of Requirement engaged in a childish game of Truth or Dare with several stolen bottles of fire whiskey and a dozen Gryffindors. 

Your eyes rolled as you turned to face James who had called out your name, but you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of him. A couple of turns back James had ended up trading clothes with a very reluctant Lily leaving him in silk pajamas which showed off far more than you’d like to see. It seemed he was too drunk to care, however, as the goofy grin never faltered.

“Dare.”

A few of the drunker Gryffindors in the room hooted at your answer, provoking another roll of your eyes. You had heard the truths asked so far and would frankly rather streak down the hall in search of Filch’s cat than answer some of them.

James’s lips twitch into a smirk as he stares you down. You can’t help but feel uneasy under his gaze as you are sure it means nothing but trouble, “I dare you to kiss the most attractive person in the room.”

Rather than rolling your eyes for the millionth time that night, you decide to have fun with the dare. Everyone watches in anticipation as your eyes land on your officially unofficial non-boyfriend male friend, Sirius, who stares at you with a cheeky grin. 

It was well known among your smaller group of friends that you and Sirius and gotten together a few times. After a couple of dates here and there, the two of you had decided not to get into a relationship as the both of you had quite horrible commitment issues. Yet, no matter how much you denied it when brought up in conversation, you remained loyal to each other. 

Devising a plan in your head, you crawled forward a foot so your face was hovering mere inches away from his. Just as he began to lean towards you in anticipation of your touch, you darted to his right and planted a sloppy kiss on Remus.

Laughter erupts throughout the room at your actions, Remus chuckling softly as well as he rubs off the lipstick smudged on his face. You grin with a cocked eyebrow at Sirius’s narrowed eyes.

“Lighten up, Padfoot. It’s not like she’s your girlfriend or anything,” James teases his best friend with a knowing smile, hence deepening his frown further. The night continued for a little while longer before people started clearing out leaving you, Marlene, Lily, and the Marauders. 

Lily stood from the dusty ground, stretching out her sore legs, “I think I’m going to head back. I at least want to get some sleep before class tomorrow,” she proclaims as Marlene follows suit.

“Me too. I’ll escort you,” James scrambles onto his feet, eliciting an eye roll from Lily.

Peter, not getting the hint that James wants to talk to Lily, stands after him to follow. You watch as the group of four walks out, leaving you, Remus, and Sirius. Remus’s eyes dart between back and forth the two of you, tension thick in the air. “Well,” he sighs, “I’d better get going too. Goodnight guys,” he waves whilst stepping out of the room.

You make eye contact with Sirius as he leaves, neither of you saying a word until the sound of the door shutting rings through the almost empty room, “What the fuck was that, Y/N?”

Your eyes roll yet again, though you can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt, “It was a joke. It wasn’t anything legitimate.”

“Oh, so now it’s funny to go around kissing other guys? Sorry, didn’t get that part,” he snaps moodily.

“Oh come on, Sirius. Do you really think I’d actually kiss Moony of all people? You know I wouldn’t do that to you,” a frown etches its way onto your face. 

The hardened look on his face quickly softens as he sighs, “You’re right. I’m sorry, Y/N. I guess I just got riled up a bit,” he takes his pinkish lip between his teeth, “Besides, it’s not like you’re not allowed to do that if you wanted to. It’s not like we’re official or anything,” he grumbles the last part.

A small pout rests on your face at his response. No words are uttered between the two of you as you gently lean forward and press your plump lips against his. His body responds instantly as you move like two puzzles pieces that fit together. You eventually pull your lips from his, resting your foreheads together. “But we could be,” you whisper.

Heavy breaths are exchanged between the two of you as your eyes never leave one another until he finally leans in once again, this time making the kiss short and sweet. 

“I think we are.”

Originally posted by nellaey

remus:

You were sitting in the Great Hall surrounded by all of your Gryffindor friends after a long day of classes and work. Three of the four Marauders were present at the long, wooden tale piled with an incredible amount of delicious food that was the perfect end to your day. James, Peter, Sirius, and you found yourselves to be the center of attention in the grand room rather quickly due to Sirius and James’ unnecessarily loud laughing, though you weren’t really bothered by the stares. You were in the midst of telling a story about a friend you had made earlier that week when the final Marauder finally showed up after serving a detention (curtesy of James).

“He’s just so cute,” you gush to the three boys. “I can’t wait for you to meet him.”

Already grumpy after having served an undeserved detention, Remus couldn’t help but frown at your words upon arriving at the table. Your eyes shot to his as he took his usual seat across from you and next to Sirius. “Who’s cute?” he attempted to question in a nonchalant manner.

The boys didn’t seem to pick up on his odd tone, but you did. You cocked an eyebrow at his question, “Dennis.”

Remus nodded, though the smallest of frowns made its way onto his face. From then on he seemed more detached from the conversation, distracted by the millions of thoughts running through his mind. Who the hell was this Dennis? Why hadn’t he heard of him before? Your meal ended fairly soon as the five of you made your way back to the Gryffindor Common Room. Just as you were about to step through the portrait hole, a voice called you back, “Y/N, could I, er, talk to you for a moment?”

The werewolf shifted awkwardly from foot to foot as he subconsciously picked at his nails, a nervous habit. You shot him a soft smile, “Of course, Remus. What’s up?”

Remus’s nervousness only seemed to grow as he took a breath of preparation before, rather uncoordinatedly, spitting out his thoughts, “Look, I know I have no right to be jealous since we’re not technically dating or anything and I don’t know who this ‘Dennis’ kid is but I just-,” he paused for a moment with a sigh before recollecting himself, “Listening to you talk like that about someone else it- well, it kind of stung,” he finished off sheepishly, resembling a kicked puppy.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I know, I know I jus-”

“Dennis is my cat.”

“Of course and I- wait, what?”

A giggle escaped your rosy lips which soon turned into a full blown laugh. Remus’s previously flustered face was dawned with realization as it turned to one of embarrassment. The blush rapidly making its way to his face only heightened your laughter, not helping his situation.

“Oh.”

You finally gathered yourself, your own face now red with amusement, “You must’ve been so blinded with jealousy you missed the part when I talked about how soft his fur is.”

His face heat up even more, if possible. You grasped his larger hand in your smaller one as you sent him a grin. He mumbled something under his breath, though it wasn’t quite audible to your ears, “Come again?”

His eyes darted up to meet yours, “I wasn’t jealous.” Your grin widened at his words which in turn initiated another round of blushing.

“Tell that to your face,” you giggled, poking his reddening cheek with your free hand. Remus swatted your hand away, although the smile on your face reached his anyways.

“Don’t worry about it, I’d be jealous too, I suppose. Besides,” you took your lip into your mouth whilst dropping his hand. You leaned closer to him, your mouth a mere few inches away from his ear. “You’re kind of sexy when you get all jealous. It’s a good look on you.”

You leaned back with a cheeky smile before skipping into the common room. Remus stood stunned for a few seconds before a small smirk of satisfaction took over his face as he followed you into the room. Who would’ve known getting jealous over a cat could end so well?

Originally posted by mrsgarfieldxo


i love remus’s quite a lot hehe feel free to request an imagine or preference! i do ships as well :) 

H2O

Summary: You challenge Bucky not to laugh on your day off.

Pairing:  Bucky x Reader

Warnings: fluff, humour of the pun kind

Word Count: 1,491

A/N: this is my first fic ever posted here! I’d love any feedback, comments, questions, etc.  I’ve done this water challenge with friends, and let me tell you, it gets pretty crazy. 

I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by sebuttianstans

“Wait…explain it to me again.”

“It’s called the Water Challenge, you have to fill up your cheeks with water.“

“And then see how fast I can drink this whole thing?” Bucky held up the water pitcher. “Newsflash, doll, my bladder can only hold so much.”

You giggled.  “No, you hold water in your mouth—I do it too, don’t give me that face—then we’ll try to make each other laugh. Whoever laughs and lets all the water fall out loses.”

“Where’d you find this?”

“Buzzfeed.”

“Of course it was Buzzfeed,” Bucky sighed, shaking his head slightly.

You were sitting crossed legged in the living room, movie cases strewn haphazardly on the coffee table and plates everywhere.  The team had left for a quick two-day mission, leaving you and Bucky alone in the tower. It was something you relished in, loving how you had Bucky all to yourself.  The two of you were best friends but recently your thoughts around him had taken a…different route. A more-than-friends route.

Taking the pitcher you filled both of the glasses with water and handed one to your opponent.

“But isn’t this better than another day filling out the paperwork Bruce left us?”

“True.  And I get to spend it with you,” he said, poking your nose with his index finger. You could feel yourself blush, so you busied yourself with smoothing down the carpet.  

Your lack of attention was a mistake. You yelped as he flicked his half-full glass at you. Mouth in a gaping ‘O’, you said, “I see how its going to be! What happened to Skeptical Bucky?”

“He’s still here, but it’s still a challenge, and I plan to win.  Got a problem with that doll?” An evil grin spread across his handsome face.

“Nope. Cause I’m going to win.”

“Mhm, keep telling yourself that. Let’s talk stakes.”  

“Okay.”   You watched him shift to refill his glass, your eyes gravitating towards his lips.  Then your mouth opened, and you surprised even yourself with what came out.  “If I win, you have to kiss me.”

The pitcher stopped as if time was frozen.  “And if I win?”

“Then I have to kiss you.”

Courage. Can’t say it’s not spontaneous.

Water dripped agonizingly slow into the cup, yet when your eyes met Bucky’s again, his were a shade darker blue than before.  “Sounds reasonable. Ready?”

You sat up straighter and both of you lifted your glass in a ‘cheers’ motion before downing it. The water sloshed around in your mouth; thank the stars you weren’t thirsty or this challenge would have been torture. You started off simple, wide then narrowed eyes, crossing them to look at your nose. Small smile. No water.  

Bucky’s turn.  He waggled his heavyset eyebrows to imitate the wave.  You arranged your face to show that he had to try harder.  As much as you wanted that kiss, you weren’t going to lose on purpose.

Back and forth the two of you devised creative ways to make each other laugh, but to no avail.  Bucky was a surprisingly good competitor; it wasn’t your first time playing the challenge, and truthfully you had been expecting to win right off the bat.  Time to up the intensity.  

You flicked his cheek, resulting in a hollow sound that nearly made you lose it when paired with his shocked expression.  Knowing Bucky as well as you did, you could imagine what he was thinking.

‘Did you just flick me?’

‘Whatcha going to do about it, old man?’

A jet of water was sprayed at your face in answer.

‘Alright.  No more Mrs. Nice Y/N’

You reached out and started to tickle his sides, an action that made him recoil back. Or so you thought. Movement happened, and suddenly Bucky sat smugly on your legs, pinning you to the ground.  Never breaking eye contact, he reached teasingly for the water pitcher and dangled it right above your face. His smirk was simultaneously as hot, and as terrifying as hell.

‘Nonononono’ you tried to wiggle out from under Bucky—-splash. You were utterly and completely soaked, as was the couch and the carpet beneath you. You sighed in resignation, pretending to be annoyed by Bucky’s muffled laughter. He was close to breaking…and off-balance, pumping his fists in premature victory, if you had anything to do with it.

You used your training to flip him over so you were straddling him.  Grabbing a pillow off the couch, you promptly dropped it from your height onto his head.  To add insult to injury you spit all your water on your best friends’ face after he pushed the pillow off.  

“Who’s wet now!”  

This time Bucky couldn’t hold it in and he gasped out his water; you could feel his laughs resonating through your legs, and you realized what a compromising position you were in.

Apparently, Bucky was thinking the same thing.  His hands moved to rest on your waist, one warm, one cool; your eyes watched as his sinful tongue flicked out to make his lips more inviting. The mood of the room had quickly switched from playful to something deeper, more intimate.

“Well, doll. I think I won.”

“Yeah…guess you did.”

You both knew what that meant. The courage from earlier crept back. Your fingers weaved their way into his soft locks, and you finally leaned down so those captivating blue eyes were closer closer, parted lips closerclosercloser

“Good evening Mr. Stark, welcome home.”  

A ding of the elevator and F.R.I.D.A.Y.  startled you enough to tumble off Bucky. You scampered onto the couch before the team could come down the hall.

Why oh why did they have to come back now? You stole a nervous glance at the boy you were about to kiss not ten seconds ago.

Slowly, Bucky pushed himself up to lean against the opposite couch, cleared his throat, and used both hands to push back his hair.  That tongue swiped at his lips again and it was all you could do to stay on the couch.  You swore you could see an expression of frustration cross his features when your teammates emerged from around the corner, but you were probably just hoping.  Really hoping.  

“Hey you two,” Steve greeted.  The chorus of ‘hellos’ followed from the rest of the team. Sam and Tony whizzed over the fridge, Nat took a seat at the island, and the others drifted off to their respective rooms.

“Hey,” you said.  Your fingers fiddled with the bottom of your pants and you fought to keep your attention on Steve’s report of their success.

“It was an open-and-shut case, we just went in and the scientists confessed immediately,” he said, “it’s actually nice to have people cooperate with us for once.”

“Less discus,” Tony mumbled through his sandwich.

Clint returned to sit on the couch.  You and Bucky exchanged an alarmed look, all awkward gone–he ducked his head away, shoulders shaking. You had to cover your mouth with your hand for fear of bursting out laughing.

“Why is the floor so wet?!”

“Blame Buzzfeed!” you yelled, grabbing Bucky’s hand and escaping to your room.  

“That game was absolutely ridiculous, Y/N,” he chuckled, shutting the door behind him. “I’m soaked.”

“Gives a new meaning to ‘within spitting distance’ huh?”

He took a few steps closer. “You know what? I think I’d prefer to be within kissing distance.”

Your heart skipped a beat; you didn’t hope after all. “Well, currently, we have no other options.”

Bucky titled his head. “Was that a water pun?”

“…maybe.”

“You’ve gotta stop doing that,” he laughed slightly and looked up at the ceiling.

“Doing what?” you asked with a taunting grin. Bucky reached out and tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear. His hand lingered, cupping your cheek.

“Saying things that make me want to kiss you.”

Your heart was beating so fast you were sure he could hear it. Feel it too, since he leaned in so his forehead rested against yours.

“What if I told you not only was that one pun, it was two.”

“Then I’d have to do this.”

Bucky lowered his lips to meet yours, the moment you had dreamed of for so long.  The kiss was soft and gentle and chaste at first. Then Bucky’s arms encircled your waist, and you reached up and tangled yours around his neck, adding more pressure to your lips, deepening the kiss.  Your parted lips opened further, allowing your tongues to earnestly say hello. Finally you pulled apart, arms still around one another.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long…”

“Me too,” you breathed.

“I think I like winning.” The corner of his mouth twitched up in a lopsided grin.  

“Don’t get used to it, I demand a rematch.” You bumped his nose with yours. “But later,” you said, pulling him in for another kiss, “we haven’t completed the stakes yet.”

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Glowing Love

Originally posted by theb2knetwork

So, the reason this was written before my next “In Training” fic, is because I was pondering ideas with @i-kneel-for-king-loki and we both have a fantasy that’s been lying around in our minds for YEARS. So, I decided, “Hey, why don’t I make our dreams come true and write this fantasy up and make it come to life?” And well.. Tada! 

Original Fantasy: Making love with Jeff Hardy while being covered in glow paint like his is in his old entrance. 

Description: Jeff Hardy and his friend are playing around with glow paint and things turn sexual when the painting becomes a bit more intimate than they thought it would. Jeff reveals his feelings for her, because she’s artistic and outgoing just like he is, which causes him to feel drawn to her. 

Rating: Mature 

Category: Fluffy, Passionate Smut

Warnings: Smutty Goodness. 

Notes: Minimal help with editing and beta reading by the very lovely partner of mine, @imagines–assemble. Love you sis! 

Enjoy! 


Matt arched a brow as he walked into his brother’s art studio that he had in his home. He smirked and crossed his arms over his chest as he saw Jeff with their friend, Y/n. 


The older Hardy knew that this was a day that Jeff wouldn’t keep quiet about. The day in question, was the day that Jeff finally had free time to invite you over to his place. You were to explore the many wonders of glow paint, because you’d told Jeff how much you loved when he used to come out in his entrance with glow paint. 


Matt continued to watch as Jeff was setting out the different colored paints. Granted, the room was pitch dark, but it was lit up with black lights to make the paint have the best look. He chuckled when you’d snuck up on Jeff and put a handprint of the green glow paint on Jeff’s side, adding color to the younger Hardy’s Retro Hardy tee that he’d cut into a tank top.


Jeff looked at the small hand print as it was glowing neon green. “Oh you’re in for it now, darlin’.” He grinned. 


Your eyes widened and you squealed, trying to get away from him. You didn’t get far though as you felt your tattooed friend pick you up with ease and smear neon pink paint all along the sides of the Reborn By Fate tank top you were wearing.  


Matt chuckled. “The hell are you two doin’? I thought you were painting.” He shook his head as he gestured to your bodies. 


Jeff smirked at his older brother. “Oh we are. We’re just painting-” He was interrupted as you’d thrown some of the yellow paint at him and it made a splat on the side of his face, so he’d paused in his reply to his brother. He was brought back when he heard your giggles. “-each other…” He mumbled and glanced over at you. 


Matt nodded. “Right…Well, don’t go killin’ each other.” He waved and left the studio, shutting the door behind him as he left you two alone.

The enigma crossed his arms over his chest. “Alright, alright. Yeah, you’re being cute, but-” He was cut off again, only this time, he was actually facing you, so when you flicked paint at him, it splattered on his face. He closed his eyes and then opened them to look at you. “That does it! C’mere you!” He lunged for you. 


You screamed and ran to escape his grasp. “No! Jeff! I-I’m sorry!” You yelped as you were suddenly met with your own face getting splattered with paint. You pouted and crossed your arms as if you were having a tantrum. “So not cool…” You grumbled. You couldn’t remain angry or upset though when you heard Jeff’s outburst of laughter from across the room.

“You’re lucky that I love you so much as a friend, Hardy.” You smirked and licked your lips.

Jeff grinned. “Oh yeah?” He leaned down and got some neon purple paint as he managed to sneak up behind you. You weren’t paying attention and he took advantage as he spanked you. The action left a purple handprint right on one of the cheeks of your denim shorts.

The sudden smack on your ass causing you to yelp and jump. Your eyes grew a bit wide as you walked over to one of the tall mirrors he kept in his studio. Peeking at your ass, you see a bright purple handprint on your left cheek. You couldn’t help but to flush bright red. 


Jeff couldn’t help but to laugh. ‘She’s got a pretty nice ass, considering what I felt when I smacked it.’ He thought to himself. His eyes grew wide when he saw you coming at him with the pink paint. “Noo, no no. Don’t even-!” He was silenced as you had ran over with a cup that you managed to grab that was lying around and splash it right on the front of his shirt, causing a drip effect down it.

You grinned triumphantly and crossed your arms over your chest, sticking your tongue out at him playfully. You squealed as he began walking towards you with the purple paint. “N-no! Let’s just paint like we planned, Jeffers!”

Jeff grinned devilishly. “That ship sailed when you splattered glow paint on my face, Y/n.” He grabbed you tightly and started to trail his fingers all over your sides and arms, tickling you. 


You screamed and bursted out in giggles as he tickled you. You grabbed onto his arms as you tried to keep your balance. You had almost fallen when you tripped over something, but Jeff had caught you. The only thing about the way Jeff had caught you, was.. Well, his hands were gripping your backside firmly, so now you had a pair of his handprints on the back of your shorts.

Jeff took a deep breath and bit his lip as he realized how close in proximity you two were. Your faces were only a few inches apart. He flushed lightly. “Guess I should’ve been more careful when ticklin’ you, darlin’.” He said softly.

You nodded slightly and bit your bottom lip shyly. “Y-Yeah…” You whispered. You felt butterflies swarming your stomach. The odd thing was, you weren’t sure why. Jeff called you ‘darlin’’ pretty often, but maybe the closeness also caused the sudden nerves to come up.

Jeff shook his head, firmly wrapping an arm around your lower back as he rose his free hand to your chin. Using his thumb to gently drag your bottom lip from your teeth, he gazed into your eyes deeply. “Y/n…You’re so beautiful, even covered in paint like this…” He spoke in a gentle tone.


You flushed deeply and gasped softly as you were rather surprised at his compliment. He’d never shown interest in you before…That you know of at least. “J-Jeff?” You said, barely audible.

The colorful enigma shook his head and smiled softly. “Shh…I-I have to tell you…” He paused as he took a deep breath to get the courage to flow inside him. “Y/n, I-I love you…”

You smiled softly. “I love you too, Jeff.” You were puzzled as to why he made it seem so important, but you soon got your answer.

Jeff chuckled and shook his head, using his hand to caress the side of your neck. “No, I mean…I love you…More than just a friend, Y/n…” He spoke a bit more shakily this time. He was terrified that he had the possibility of losing you because of the confession of his feelings for you.

You smiled brightly and reached a hand to his chest. “I love you too, Jeff…More than a-…” You spoke softly, but then you were interrupted by Jeff’s lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss that took your breath away.


Jeff’s heart leaped in his chest. His heart telling him to just fucking kiss you already, which is why he interrupted you. The arm wrapped around your lower back pulled you even closer so your bodies were pressed together. His hand caressing the side of your neck, making the kiss deeper as he kissed you as if you were the one supplying his oxygen and he’d die without your lips.

He used his thumb to stroke your cheek lovingly, gently breaking the kiss, panting softly to get fresh air into his lungs. Jeff leaned down and rested his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes as he continued to stroke your cheek. “You’re so amazing, Y/n…You’re artistic, beautiful, creative…No way in hell are you boring…You’re…You’re just perfect to me, darlin’…” He whispered.

You couldn’t help how deep red you flushed as you gazed into his eyes. You were left speechless. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You had reduced to a puddle under his gaze, and you had no idea how to get back to your normal self. Instead of speaking, you took to your actions. Grabbing him with both your hands, you grasped the sides of his neck and pulling him in for a desperate kiss.

Jeff’s eyes widened briefly, he wasn’t used to you being this forward with him. Slowly closing his eyes as he returned the kiss. He bit at your bottom lip and tugged gently. Grunting as he felt himself getting excited and aroused, forcing himself to break the kiss. “I-I’m not sure if I can control myself…” He whispered. 


You bit your lip and nodded, breaking away from him, to his and your own disappointment. You walked over and grabbed the supply of the purple and green glow paint and made your way back to him.

Jeff tilted his head in confusion. He was aware that you both shared the same favorite colors, which were obviously purple and green. However, that still didn’t explain this gesture.

You saw the confusion dancing across Jeff’s features and smirked. Reaching for him after you set the paints down, you tugged his tank top off and tossed it aside. Afterwards, you leaned down and dipped your hands in the paint, one in green, the other in purple. Walking up close to him, you placed your hands on his chest, splayed out to leave your handprints clearly. As you did that, you leaned in and kissed him deeply, earning a soft groan from the enigma. 


Jeff gently broke the kiss and dipped his own hands in the paint like you did. He placed his hands over your breasts through the tank top you had on, only to pull them back. He removed your shirt, tossing it aside, and then quickly getting more paint, grasping your ass cheeks firmly through the denim of your shorts. The action causing him to pull you flush to his body, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, keeping a firm grasp on you.

You gasped softly, moaning faintly into the kiss, only to have your sounds swallowed by your friend. You couldn’t believe this was happening. It seemed too surreal, especially when you’d actually had a dream involving Jeff and his glow paint.

Jeff slowly walked you towards the wall, pressing you against the wall, his hips pinning you there as his hands kneaded at your cheeks. Gently breaking the kiss again, he smiled confidently and chuckled softly when he heard a whimper escape you. “Shh…Don’t worry, baby girl…Gotta make sure we get enough air, right?”

You giggled softly and nodded, biting your lip.

Jeff let a small growl escape him as he saw you biting your lip. “God…You have no Idea what that does to me, sweetheart…” He whispered and reached behind you to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor. Biting his own lip, he dipped his hands in the purple glow paint this time, getting behind you and pressing himself against you from behind. Both hands reached and grabbed your breasts, kneading them gently. Jeff earned himself the most beautiful moans from you. As he did this, he began to roll his hips, grinding himself against you from behind. 


You gasped and laid your head back. “Hahh…J-Jeff…Mmnh.. P-please…” You whimpered as you placed your own hands over his as you grinded together.

The enigma grinned triumphantly as he heard your pleas. He leaned down and nibbled at your earlobe, whispering. “Shh…Don’t worry, baby girl…I’d never leave you hangin’.”


You nodded and purred softly as he moved from your earlobe, trailing kisses down to your neck. The glow paint there smeared on his luscious lips as he kissed and nibbled at your neck. He began to suckle on a specific spot, determined to leave his mark on you. 


Jeff groaned as he felt your plump ass grinding and wiggling back against him. He broke away from you and panted softly. “Fuck…I need to see the body I’ve fantasized about for years…I can’t wait any longer, Y/n.”

You nodded and reached down, undoing your shorts and slowly bending over to push them down your legs, revealing a dark purple thong.

Jeff groaned and licked his lips. “Fuckin’ little minx…You know what that color does to me…” He grinned and made quick strides to you, picking you up and grasping your cheeks firmly. “I knew you had a nice ass, baby girl…” He murmured and frowned when you decided to jump down from his arms.

You giggled and licked your lips. Getting down on your knees in front of him, you unbuckled his belt and undid the jeans he had on. Tugging them down roughly, you giggled as you noticed he had on boxers that matched your lingerie. Smirking, you gazed up at him. “And I’m the tease, huh?” You tilted your head in question.

Jeff chuckled and shrugged. “You know very well by now, Y/n that purple is my top color.” He grinned. “Besides, you had matching lingerie, so you’re-…O-oh fuck…” He trailed off when he felt your small hand rubbing his member methodically through his boxers.

You smiled softly, biting your lip. “Mmn…I can’t wait to see this, Jeff…As many times as I’ve dreamt of your lips against mine… I’ve also had wet dreams of your size…”

Jeff grunted and thrusted his bulge into your palm. “Y-Yeah? I hope I don’t disappoint you, baby girl…”

You bit your lip as you reached for the waistband of his boxers, sliding your fingertips under the waistband and tugging them down. You blushed deeply when his cock bobbed out and whimpered softly. With a shaky hand, you wrapped your fingers around his girth and slowly began to stroke his length, gazing up at him with innocent eyes. 


Jeff bit his lip hard. “Fuck…” He breathed out and tilted his head as he gazed down into your eyes. “Even just your hand feels good, baby…I can’t wait until I get to feel more.” He grunted and began to thrust his hips, thrusting against your strokes. “Mmn…” He took a deep, shaky breath and tilted his head back.

You began to focus on his cock now, wanting to give him as much pleasure as possible. Licking your lips as you saw the beading pre cum starting to form at the slit of the head. You leaned forward and gave it it a brief kitten lick, earning a soft groan of approval from the beautiful man.

Jeff watched you as he leaned back on the wall before reaching to pull your hair back in a makeshift ponytail, getting the glow paint in your hair as well. “Now, you don’t have to do th-…” He gasped and bit his lip hard, panting as he watched you take his cock into your hot, wet cavern slowly, inch by inch. “F-Fuck…Y/n…Th-that’s it, baby girl…” He kept his mouth open in an ‘o’ shape as he heard you gag softly. “D-don’t force yourself to take it all if you can’t, baby.” He said softly, using the hand that wasn’t holding your hair back to reach down and stroke your cheek.

You nodded in response as you had most of his length in your mouth. Moaning softly around him as you realized his cock was pulsing in your mouth.

Jeff licked his dry lips, panting softly. “L-look at me, baby girl…I need to be sure I’m not fuckin’ dreamin’. I need to see those beautiful eyes…”

You gazed up at him with soft eyes as you used your tongue to swirl around his cock. Hollowing out your cheeks as you sucked on him like a lollipop.

The younger Hardy gasped and groaned rather loudly. “Oh fuck…S-such a good girl… Mmn…” He licked his lips again and panted softly. He realized how vulnerable he was, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

You noticed Jeff was distracted as he was in his own personal throes of bliss. Taking advantage of this brief moment, you began to relax your throat, accepting more and more of his length, gagging softly as the head of his cock finally hit the back of your throat.

Jeff gasped loudly. “Fuck! B-baby girl…D-did you just…fucking hell…” He groaned and tilted his head back as he began thrusting his hips slowly, face fucking you. He bit his lip harder as he looked back down at the beautiful woman accepting his cock into her hot little mouth. “S-such a good girl…Look at you…Taking my cock so beautifully…God, you look beautiful, Y/n…” 


You whimpered softly and reached a hand down, sliding your hand down between your legs. Moving your thong aside, you began to stroke your fingers along your already soaked lower lips. Moaning softly around his girth.

Jeff gasped, having felt the vibrations of your moans around him, catching his attention. Gazing down at you as you bobbed your head, he noticed you were touching yourself. Being a gentleman, he couldn’t handle the fact that you were helping him get off, but he wasn’t helping you. He growled, causing you to pull your mouth from his cock, licking your lips as you gazed up at him.

“Everything alright? D-Did I do someth-” You were cut off as he hefted you up and carried you over to the draft table he had, laying you down on it. His lips were pressed to yours as his paint covered hands massaged and kneaded your breasts. You arched your back and moaned softly, the kiss breaking, which made him travel kisses along the column of your neck.

Jeff pressed kisses all along your throat and chest before reaching your breasts. He continued to knead them in his hands as he mouthed kisses over the top of your breasts. He panted softly as he began kissing down your stomach, trailing his paint covered fingers along the soft flesh, leaving finger trails of the glow paint, mostly the purple glow paint.

You bit your lip as you propped up on your elbows to gaze down at him as you watched him admire and worship your body. It made you feel so wonderful.

The younger Hardy looked up at you, having reached your legs as he knelt down, spreading your legs as he massaged your outer thighs, meanwhile, he trailed tender kisses along the insides of each thigh. “How’d I get so lucky to even have a friend like you, Y/n? It puzzles me…You’ve been there with me through all of it. Even when I was struggling, never once did you look down on me or leave my side…” He whispered softly as he felt tears brimming his eyes.

You sat up slowly and briefly kissed him. “I’d never give up on you, my colorful enigma…You mean so much to me, I wish words could help me in explaining it, but they can’t…” You whispered softly as you caressed his face in your small palms. 


Jeff smiled lovingly as he gazed at you. Grabbing your wrist gently, he turned his head to kiss your palm. “I know, that’s why I need to show you how much everything that you’ve ever done for me…means to me.” He leaned in, his head between your thighs now as he moved the fabric of your thong aside, licking a long, slow trail up your slit.

You gasped loudly and laid back down, your back against the draft table again as you propped up on your elbows again. You’d be damned if you didn’t see him as he went down on you.

Holy shit…” He spoke breathily and licked his lips as he savored your essence. “I’m positive that I just found an addiction I’d be proud of…” He grinned as he looked up at you.

You giggled softly, biting your fingernail shyly and lifting a leg to go over his shoulder. “Mmn…Yeah? Maybe you should get another taste before you decide, handsome.” You said softly.

Jeff smirked and licked his lips hungrily, looking between your legs as he practically dived in. He kissed your lower set of lips and hungrily delved his tongue in deeply as he devoured your dripping cunt. He continued his ministrations with his devilish, yet wonderful tongue.

The enigma certainly could work you into a frenzy with the wet muscle of his deep inside your pussy. He smiled against your lips as he watched you arch your back in pleasure. Reaching his hand to splay out on your lower abdomen, he used his thumb to reach above where his lips were hungrily feasting on you, rubbing furious circles over your sensitive clit.

You cried out as Jeff ate you out. “Ah! J-Jeff!” Whimpering as you began to breathe heavily, you watched him keep his concentration solely on pleasuring you with everything he had in him. Reaching a hand down as he had both of your legs over his shoulders, you tangled your fingers in his hair, the action causing streaks of paint to coat his locks. Your other hand gently caressed his cheek, rubbing it softly as you watched him.

Jeff gazed up into your eyes, his beautiful hazel eyes shimmering as he enjoyed every drop of your juices. He was relentless with his tongue as he feasted on you and slurped up any sign of juices that showed. It was as if he was a man dying of thirst and starving for you. 


Feeling you gripping his hair firmly and tugging on it roughly as he noticed you squirming, he knew you had to be close to an orgasm. He was aching to taste those juices that he’d been the reason for. Moving his hands to grip the outsides of your thighs firmly, he dug the blunt of his fingernails into your soft flesh. Delving his tongue in as deep as he possibly could, Jeff even used his nose to nudge against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Crying out as the most earth-shattering orgasm you’ve ever had washed over your body, leaving you a panting, moaning mess. “J-Jeff!” Whimpering as Jeff made damn sure that he didn’t miss a single drop of your juices.

Jeff smirked and eagerly licked up any juices that were dripping from you. He growled deeply and pulled away from your cunt, licking his lips happily. Closing his eyes as he savored the sweetness of your essence.

Fuck…I’ll never get enough of that to quench my thirst for you, darlin’…And, I can honestly say that I’m proud to have an addiction to you…” He murmured and picked you up, lying you on the floor. Having a tarp laid out so the floor wouldn’t get paint on it, he shoved his boxers off and tossed them aside. Quickly getting on his knees to tug your thong off and tossing it aside as well. He was just way too eager to be inside of you.

The rainbow haired warrior was just terrified that this was an all too vivid dream and that he’d wake up without you there. He bit his lip as he let his paint covered hands roam along the curves and dips of your beautiful, paint covered body. He felt as if he was admiring the most beautiful piece of artwork he’d ever laid his eyes on.

Biting your lip, you gazed up at him, feeling shivers go up your spine at his gentle touch, causing you to whimper softly. You realized the gaze of his eyes roaming your body and flushed deeply, feeling self conscious of your body now. However, looking at his eyes, you noticed his hazel eyes glimmering with admiration and awe as he took in every inch of your body. He’d seen your body before when you painted together, having your shirt ride up or something. But he also knew about the scars you had. You shivered as you felt him trace his fingers over any scars that you had, and feeling as his fingers ran along every curve and contour of your flesh.

Jeff took a deep breath and finally breathed out. “So beautiful…So gorgeous…” He was in a daze as he worshipped and admired your body. 


You blushed bright red and gazed up at him. “Jeff…As much as I’m loving your adoration over my body right now…I-I really need you, babe…” You said softly, being shy again.

Jeff bit his lip and nodded. “Right! S-Sorry about that, darlin’…” He chuckled softly and blushed lightly. Lifting one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, he gently nudged your other leg to open up more for him. Biting his lip as he focused on his cock, Jeff held onto the base of his length before pressing the head to your cunt. Slowly, he began to slide in. Screwing his eyes shut, he gasped as he felt your tight heat accepting him inch by inch. “F-Fuuck…” He groaned and looked up at you, seeing you gasping and clawing at the tarp you were laid on, whimpering.

A-Ah! J-Jeff…s-so big!” You screwed your eyes shut and arched your back as you felt him slowly sliding in still. You were panting softly as you tried to relax.

Jeff noticed your struggle, panting softly himself as it took every ounce of him to reign in his control. He reached one hand up and gently placed his hand on the side of your neck, his thumb resting over your throat. Finally, he was seated inside you completely. Leaning down, gently pressing a loving kiss to your plump lips. “Shh… S’alright, baby girl…I’m all in now, but I need you to relax for me, alright?”

You slowly opened your eyes, licking your dried lips at the sight you were greeted with. Jeff’s beautiful eyes gazed at you with the utmost love and adoration, along with concern because of how you seemed uncomfortable. You nodded at him briefly and took a deep breath, managing to get yourself to relax for him. The slight pain eased away and turned into pleasure, causing a sudden moan to escape your lips.

Jeff grunted as he felt your body relax, feeling your walls open up just slightly for him. “Mmn…Fuck, such a good girl…Feels good, hm?” He chuckled softly when you nodded. “Yeah?” He bit his lip, slowly easing himself out, then thrusting back in, earning him a gasp and a small whisper of ‘fuck’ to fall from your lips. “My god, baby girl…You’re still so tight…Squeezing around my cock so beautifully…Feels so fuckin’ good, Y/n…” He spoke softly.

You whimpered and reached your hands to grasp at his waist firmly as he started to pick up a rhythm for his thrusts. You couldn’t help but already be close to another orgasm. Jeff’s voice alone was rather arousing, and the way it sounded as he was over you like this, just…Well, somehow it managed to sound even sexier. You dug your fingernails into his hips, panting, whimpering, and moaning for him as he continued to thrust. 


“Ah! G-gonna…” You squeezed your eyes shut.

Jeff shook his head. “Baby girl, look at me when you cum…I want…No, I need to see your face when you cum…” He watched as you opened your eyes and a cry of his name left your luscious lips, feeling as you came apart around his length for the first time. “Fuck…Such a gorgeous sight…” He said as he was in awe.

You bit your lip shyly, trying to catch your breath.

Jeff smiled softly, turning his head to gently press his lips against your ankle before moving your legs to wrap around his waist. “Fuck, I need to be closer to my girl…” He smirked when he saw you get flustered when he said that. Leaning down to hover right over you, pulling out and thrusting back in roughly, both of you gasping. “Mmn… Feels so good…You gonna be my girl, Y/n?” He asked softly as he was only inches from your face, waiting patiently for your answer.

You couldn’t believe that the Jeff Hardy, your best friend of many years, was asking you to be his. You felt tears brimming your eyes, caressing his face in your hands, nodding quickly. “O-Of course I’ll be your girl, Jeff…” You whispered softly, gazing into his eyes. Your own eyes were shining with unshed tears before you pulled him down into a deep, passion filled kiss.

Jeff moaned into the kiss as his heart began beating a bit faster. He gripped onto your hips tightly, driving himself home deep inside you. He never knew what feeling complete felt like until now. Even as you two made love, even in his favorite room of his house, you made him feel whole. He gently broke the kiss, panting softly. “You feel so fucking good, baby girl…I-I’m not sure I can last much longer…” He murmured, leaning in and going after your neck to mark you with love bites.

You whimpered softly, gasping as you felt yourself on the cusp of yet another orgasm. “J-Jeff…G-gonna cum again, babe…” You bit your lip hard.

Jeff held you close to him, your bodies pressed as close together as possible. “Cum with me, baby girl…Just let go for me… Fuck…Please…” He grunted as he moaned out your name, releasing his cum deep inside you when he felt your walls squeeze around his cock and you came undone with him. 


You panted heavily and held him close before pulling his face down. Firmly caressing his face in your hands, you pulled him into a deep, breathtaking kiss.

Jeff perked up when he heard the door open. 


“Hey Jeffro! I’m here to help you and Y/n with the-” He paused and grinned, seeing you two intertwined on the floor, covered in mostly purple and green glow paint. “Maybe it’s a good thing I was late.. You guys look like a couple of hormonal teenagers.” He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “And how fitting that I see mostly purple and green glow paint!”

Jeff growled. “Oh shut it, Moore.”

You giggled and hid your face a bit.

Shannon laughed. “How was she, Hardy? Willing to share ‘er sometime?”

Jeff snarled. “Fuck off, Shan! She’s mine!”

Shannon grinned, knowing the protective nature he had over you was always there, but now it’d be much worse.

Jeff stood up, tossing his tank top and your shorts at you, looking around for your lingerie but having no luck.

Shannon grinned. “About time you two got together…” He murmured and perked up a brow when something caught his eye. He grinned devilishly. “Well, what have we here?” He chuckled and walked over, picking up your deep purple thong, whistling. “Damn…I’d love to see this on ya next time before Jeff rips it offa ya, darlin’. He winked at you. 

You hid your face in your hands and giggled, blushing furiously. 


Jeff grabbed his boxers and his jeans, tugging them on quickly, snarling as he took a step towards Shannon.

Shannon’s eyes widened when he noticed Jeff coming for him and shoved your thong in his pocket. “Well, this was fun!” He ran out the door as he cackled.

Jeff grunted and ran after Shannon. “Shannon, you fucker! Gimme back Y/n’s thong! I ain’t fuckin’ sharin’ her with you!”

You got up quickly and got dressed in your shorts and Jeff’s tank top, running out to catch up with them in the living room.

Shannon seemed cornered. “C'mon, man! Why worry about her thong when you have the fuckin’ gorgeous woman it belongs to all to yourself?”

Jeff snarled and dove for Shannon.

Shannon’s eyes grew wide again as he was speared to the floor roughly by Jeff. Both men landing with a loud thump.

Matt ran quickly from upstairs. “Oh, I see Shannon’s here. Jeff, why the hell did you tackle him?” He crossed his arms over his chest as he tried to understand the situation.

Jeff sighed and held Shannon down. “He walked in on Y/n and I.”

Matt nodded. “Uh huh…I recall you inviting Moore over to paint with you and Y/n… Which brings me to my next question…Why are you and Y/n covered in the glow paint?”

You chewed your bottom lip nervously, shyly as you put your head down.

Jeff didn’t seem flustered of it at all. “Well… We kinda…Well…We did make love…” He cleared his throat and smiled shyly at his older brother. 


Matt nodded again. “I see, now that I know that…Go into detail to why we’re in this situation.”

Jeff looked at you and you simply shrugged, as if it would gross Matt out or make him uncomfortable, right? “Well, this fucker decided when we were getting dressed, that he wanted a memento, and took my girlfriend’s thong.”

Matt shook his head in disappointment. He put his forehead against his hand. “Fuck’s sake…Are you guys in fuckin’ high school again? Seriously! I feel deja vu, I’ve seen you guys do this shit before. Shannon, give Y/n’s thong back.”

Shannon grumbled and rolled his eyes, handing over the deep purple lingerie piece over to Jeff. “Not fair when he gets the fuckin’ girl it belongs to…” He grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest, huffing angrily.

Jeff got off of Shannon and smirked at you, walking over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Y/n, I realize this isn’t considered your home, but you feel like home to me whenever you’re around…It does get lonely here, but when you’re here with me…I feel complete, and this house doesn’t feel so empty, it feels like a home that has a future set…what I’m trying to say is…Would you consider moving in with me?”

You bit your lip, mulling it over before you pulled him down, kissing Jeff passionately. “Of course I will…I practically live here already it feels like.” You smiled brightly. “Mind if I take take a shower, babe? As much as I enjoy being covered in paint, I need to feel clean again.”

Jeff chuckled and nodded, gently giving your ass a parting pat as you walked away to the bathroom.

Matt had long left the room when the fighting stopped.

Shannon got up and went to stand next to his close friend as he was watching you with adoration as you walked away. He leaned in and whispered to him. “How was she?”

Jeff shoved his heavily tattooed friend. “Shut up, asshole. But honestly? I can say I found myself an addiction that I’m proud to have. And that addiction…Is to her.” He smiled softly. 


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Jealousy

Pairing: Zach x Reader
Warnings: Very minimal swearing, a lil smut hehehe


A/N: This is my very first imagine ever. I’m not a writer so don’t get your hopes up too high.. Hahaha, not gonna lie, this has been in my drafts for weeks but I’ve been insecure about posting it. But here ya go! Let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy!

It’s a typical warm summer night, and you’re getting ready for one of Bryce’s big parties.

You’re wearing a white spaghetti strap top, along with a red flannel and denim booty shorts. Underneath you’re wearing a sexy black bikini top and bottom.

You sit in front of your mirror and tie your hair up in a bun, when your phone buzzes.
You look down to see a text.

Zach: You ready?
You: Yep. Just meet me out front.


You and Zach Dempsey have been talking since the end of the school year, something you didn’t really know how to go about, mostly because he was one of the hottest jocks at school and you had no idea why out of all the girls in school, you were the one he wanted to talk to. He still had girls coming from every corner to get all over him, he never established anything between you two, and you were pretty sure none of his friends knew about you. You assumed you were probably just a fling. So instead of giving him all of you, you always held yourself back from becoming too attached, in order to prevent being heartbroken. The last thing you wanted was to get played.

That being said, this was only your second time seeing Zach all summer, since you’ve been holding yourself back. Though, the thought of seeing him again made you more excited than ever.

You grabbed your duffle bag (in the rare case you’d end up needing to sleep over), and headed downstairs to meet Zach at his car.

Locking the door behind you, you looked over at the car, where you saw Zach standing outside, leaning against it. He looked you up and down and bit his bottom lip as you walked over. “Damn, mama.” 

“Oh shut up,“ you responded playfully, as he wrapped his arms around you to hug you. You gotta admit, you missed the warmth of being in his arms. He opened the passenger door for you, and put your bag in his trunk.

He drives you both to Bryce’s place, which is about 15 minutes away from your neighborhood. You look out the window, gazing at the stars, when all of a sudden you hear Zach’s phone buzz.

“Y/N, can you check that for me?”

Looking down, you see it’s a text from one of the prettiest cheerleaders at school, Jess. 

This clearly upset you, as if Zach didn’t have enough girls waiting for a taste of him already. Now he pulls one of the hottest chicks you know? It wasn’t fair how he could possibly make you this jealous. This is why you were afraid to get attached.

“Who is it?” Zach asked, interrupting your train of thought.

“Oh, um, it’s that one cheerleader, Jess.” Irritated, you tossed his phone into his lap as he drove into Bryce’s driveway.

“Jess? What could she want from me?”

Oh, I have an idea, you thought.

You both got out of his car, and you walked into Bryce’s backyard, his arm around you. You didn’t wrap yours around his waist, which he was used to, giving him the sense that you were pissed off.

“You okay Y/N?” He asked, with a concerned look on his face.

“I’m great,” you said, faking a smile in his direction.


As you made your way to the hot tub, you stop suddenly when you see Jess, along with the rest of Zach’s friends, inside.

Great, she’s here, you thought.

“Why don’t we go in the house?” You suggested to Zach, before you were rudely interrupted.

“Zach! You’re here!” You turn to see Jess coming out of the hot tub to greet Zach. She has a great bod, it’d be no surprise if Zach left you right then and there.

She hugs him, the wetness of her suit soaking the dry clothes on his body. “I haven’t seen you since school ended. I missed you!” She turned around to look at you, with a smile, “Oh, hey Y/N, sorry didn’t see you there.”

You never ever gave in to anything that irked you, but in this moment you really wanted to smack her across the face.

But you didn’t.

“Hi, Jess,” you said with a small wave. Zach continued talking to her, not realizing you were irritated, and so you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.

You ran inside to grab a couple of beers, and came back out to join the guys in the hot tub.

You unraveled your hair, which was previously in a bun, and began to strip. “Who’s ready to get fucked up?” You handed the beers to each of the boys as you took off your clothes, the boys whistling as your top and shorts came off. You knew the boys were too drunk to control their actions, which made it the perfect opportunity to get back at Zach.

“Damn, look at you Y/N. Didn’t know you could get freaky,” Bryce commented.

He did disgust you, but you played along and winked at him.

In your peripheral, you can see Zach staring you down. Perfect.

You joined the boys in the hot tub, and challenged them to a chugging contest.

As you see Jess enter the house, Zach decides to join in on the hot tub fun. He lifts off his shirt and enters the hot tub, and you realize your plan was backfiring. You scoot next to Justin Foley as he puts his arm around you. You look over at Zach, who immediately gives Justin a death stare. “Didn’t know you were such a party girl, Y/N.”

“Yeah, neither did I,” Zach said in a deep menacing voice. You could tell he was getting pissed. So you kept doing what you were doing.

“Wow Alex, have you been working out?” you said to Alex Standall, sitting across the tub.

“Uh… yeah.. a little. How’d you know?” He responds.

You slipped out of Justin’s arms and sat next to Alex, placing your hand over his abs, whispering loudly in his ear, “You just look really sexy tonight.”

He didn’t react the way you expected him to, which made you realize he was the only sober one in the tub. Feeling uncomfortable and confused, he pulled back and asked, “Dude, what is wrong with you?”

Zach’s voice bellowed across the tub, startling everybody in it. “YEAH Y/N, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

He gets out of the tub, shaking his head, and makes his way into the house. 

Justin wonders, “What’s up with him?” The rest of the boys stare at you with confusion, and you apologize for your immaturity, as you get out of the tub and follow Zach into the upstairs bedroom.

Walking up the stairs, you try to gain his attention. “Zach, I’m sorry.”

He walks into the bedroom, refusing to turn around to talk to you. You close the door behind you so that it’s just you two alone. Only silence and the bright moonlight filled up the room.

“Zach, I was just playing around–”

“Playing around? With what? My feelings?” He paces around the room, his trunks still soaking wet, dripping all around the carpet. “What the hell is going on with you? Canceling our plans, ignoring my calls, I acted like everything was okay between us but I guess it’s not. Do you know how long I’ve looked forward to this day for? This is our second time seeing each other this summer and this is how you treat me?”

You stood in one spot, your back facing the closed bedroom door as you watched Zach unravel his anger on you. You realized how much of a dick you were being, but continued to defend yourself. 

You yell, “You’re not the only one who feels like their feelings are getting played!” Zach stops pacing, and draws all his attention towards you.

“What the hell are you talking about Y/N?”

You sigh, “Do you know what it’s like to just stand aside and watch all these attractive girls drool all over you, trying to make moves, and I can’t do anything about it?” Zach listened attentively. “You just let Jess–”

“Oh, so this is about JESS! Are you for real right now?” Zach laughed, throwing his head back in frustration. “Jess is just a friend. Just another person. Okay? That’s all she is.”

You didn’t believe him. “Oh yeah, so that explains why she was all over you, with the whole ‘oh my god Zach, you’re here!’” you mocked.

“Oh my god, Y/N, you’re overreacting. But look, that’s the thing. I wasn’t all over her, like you were all over ALEX STANDALL’S NONEXISTENT ABS!”

Shit. He’s right. 

“Why do you even care? I’m nothing like those other girls at school! I’m not sexy, I’m not beautiful like them, I’m not popular like them–”

Zach walked towards you, causing you to back up against the door. Aggressively, he exclaims, “Who the hell cares?! I didn’t choose them.” He reaches his hand out to reach the door to lean over you. You can feel his breath brush your cheeks, as he looks into your eyes and says, “I chose you.”

Letting your insecurities get the best of you, you asked, “And why should I believe you?”

Without warning, Zach forcefully pushes his lips against yours, and you wrap your arms around the back of his neck as you get on your toes to kiss him back. He lifts you off the ground, gripping your thighs, as you wrap your legs around his waist. Running your fingers through his hair, he carries you across the room and places you gently onto your back on the bed, kissing you. You can feel the pressure of his tongue asking for entrance, and so your lips part, giving way for his tongue to dance against yours. You softly moan into his mouth which turns him on. He moves his hands from your waist to your ass, which he grasps tightly.

He whispers in your ear, “I chose you…”

You can feel his hard on through his trunks rub against your inner thigh, which was still wrapped around his waist. Your hands wander from his hair, down to his back. His lips travel to your jaw, down your neck, as he sucks on your collarbone. As he leaves his mark, your nails dig down his back, as you try to gain more satisfaction by rubbing yourself against him. You let out a soft moan as his hands move to your back. He reaches for the back of your bikini, and makes eye contact, asking for your approval. As you nod, he pulls the string and throws your bikini across the room. But before he can take in the sight of you half-naked, you’re both startled by the sound of laughter.

As Zach climbs off of you, you gasp, grabbing the bed comforter to hide your bare torso. 

And there you see it. Justin carrying Jess into the bedroom, kissing her passionately. He pushes her against the wall, her hands running through his hair, his hands gripping onto her thighs. 

You and Zach look each other in the eyes, snickering softly, as this awkward moment filled up the silence of the room.

After sitting there for a good minute, wondering how you could both escape this situation, you decided to just make the two lovebirds aware of your presence. 

Zach loudly cleared his throat, “Ahem.”

Jess pulled away from Justin, you hear her whisper in his ear, “Dude, this room’s already taken!” She looks up over his shoulder to see Zach on the bed. “Oh, h-hey Zach…” she stuttered, as Justin gently placed her onto the ground. “…and.. Y/N?” 

Still protecting your body with the blanket, you wave at her, embarrassed, “Heeyyy Jess.”

Justin stares at you in shock, and apologizes to Zach. “Shit Dempsey, sorry, if I knew Y/N was your girlfriend I wouldn’t have moved in on her in the hot tub.”

You scoff, “Justin, I’m not his girlfriend.”

Zach, wraps his bare arm around you and stares into your eyes. “Yeah, you are.”

You blush and lean in for a kiss, when you’re interrupted by Jess, awkwardly standing against the wall with her arms crossed, watching. “Uhh.. you know, one of us pairs has to leave the room. Unless y’all want an orgy to happen up in here.”

You look at Zach to answer, and he responds, “Right. Um, you know what, we were here for a while, you can take the room now.” You frown to yourself in disappointment. You wanted to keep kissing him.

He gets up to leave, and you pull back at his arm to remind him you’re still naked. “Oh, shit. Sorry.” He goes to grab your bikini which was hanging on a lamp, and puts it back on you quickly. 

You get up from the bed, and follow Zach out of the room, as Justin and Jess close the door behind you. 

“That was so awkward,” you chuckle, holding Zach’s hand as he led you down the stairs. He walked you two back outside, through the backyard, past the hot tub. “Where are we going?” you asked in confusion, wondering why you were all of a sudden leaving the party.

He leads you back to his car, as he opens the door to the back seat, and gestures for you to go in. “We’re going to continue our session in the car.”

Zach crawls into the backseat with you, ready to press his lips against yours, when you stop him.

“Hey Zach,” he looks up at you, his eyes gleaming at your beauty. “I believe you.”

Error Pt 2

pairing: yoonkook x reader

 genre: soulmate!au, college!au, basketball player!yoongi, angst, smut, some fluff, poly!yoonkook x reader

 rated: 16+

 word count: 3,679 words

 warnings: smut, daddy kink, dom & sub tones, dirty talk, light spanking, name calling, public sex, office sex, begging, praise

 preface: au where when you look in the mirror you can only see your soulmate in the reflection

 Part 1

After the encounter with Jungkook you feel like you have hope. The first time he’d seemed adamant, but this time he seemed vulnerable. You feel like you have part of the puzzle that tells you why Jungkook is the way he is but fuck if you aren’t desperate to know the rest. You haven’t given up on him and you feel like he hasn’t given up on you either and on your elder soulmate.

 ‘Y/n?’ Hyunmi calls from the bathroom whilst you’re cooking an omelette in the kitchen.

 ‘Yeah?’ you shout back, using a spoon to push the egg away from the sides of the pan.

‘Wanna go to a basketball game tonight?’ she says poking her towel-wrapped head out from the door.

 ‘Is that supposed to take my mind off things?’ you ask, arching an eyebrow.

 ‘Shut up, it’ll be fun. I love basketball.’ She continues, huffing.

 ‘Yeah, I guess, might as well.’ You shrug.

 ‘Sick.’

 Your omelette turns out sub-par, your attempt at flipping the other half over didn’t quite go to plan but fuck it –it tastes good. You don’t have any classes today but you need to make a start on your theory coursework. You start with cadences and begin at least two hours worth of melody and harmony techniques. It’s half five by the time you’re finished and you scramble to get dressed. You opt for some trendy shit, you’re pretty bold with your fashion choices (a passion of yours for creative outlet) and head of the door with Hyunmi in tow.

 When you get to the stadium it’s packed. I mean unsurprisingly considering that it’s a professional KBL game. As you and Hyunmi take your seats you notice the wood of the gym floor and your brow furrows at the familiarity of it. You’ve definitely never been here but the déjà vu is unmistakable. You shake it off. You’re clutching a large slushie and Hyunmi too as you wait for the players to come out.

 ‘It’s the Seoul Knights vs. the Incheon Electroland Elephants.’ Hyunmi states, nonchalantly. You’re pissing yourself and choke a little bit on your drink. 

‘Electroland Elephants. Are you having a fucking laugh?’ you burst out.

‘I know, like what the fuck? Moving on, I’m definitely here for the knights. Kim Namjoon is a god and I’m ready to see him live, in action.’ She’s practically swooning and you laugh at her adoration. Not many people get to see fan-girl Hyunmi and you’re glad you’re one of the few.

A few minutes later the mascots come out, pumping up their sides of the crowd with more skill than you expected. The backflips they managed to do surprised you, was basketball really this serious that they needed an Olympic gymnast for a mascot? Looked like they got a bad deal considering the costumes they had to wear.

Once the mascots have finished it’s finally time for the teams to start coming out and as they file out into the court the crowd is going fucking wild. The Knights roll of the right entrance in fire engine red and the Electroland Elephants (seriously wtf?) out of the left in sky blue.

‘There he is! Number 94. Fuck… he looks so good.’ Hyunmi points to a tall man, smiling out at the crowd, showcasing his deep dimples.

‘Wow, yeah he’s gorgeous.’ You remark, admiring his lean physique and pure beauty.  You watch the rest of the Knights as they keep coming out and notice number 7 running around the court madly, hyping up the crowd. He’s probably on of the happiest people you’ve ever seen.

Hyunmi’s watching him too. ‘That’s Jung Hoseok, he looks cute now but he’s a fucking machine in the game.’ You nod and look over the other players. It’s weird something about the uniform seems so familiar but you can’t place what it is. The last player for the Knights comes through the entrance and you grip the edge of your seat as you realise why everything seemed so fucking recognizable. There was your soulmate; he looked even more gorgeous than ever. His determined expression looked fierce and you wondered how you couldn’t have noticed sooner.

‘Hyunmi…’ you whisper, shell-shocked.

‘Yeah…?’ she answers, giving you a nervous look.

‘Th- that’s him.’ You respond.

‘What? Which one? Holy shit.’ She exclaims.

‘Number 29.’

‘Min Yoongi is your soulmate? You lucky shit.’ She gasps.

‘I- I gotta go.’ You say repeating the same words Jungkook had said to you. You scramble to gather your bag and get out of that stadium as soon as you possibly can. You can’t take your eyes off of him as you run up the steps until he’s out of sight as you reach the merch area. You lean against we wall, you can hardly breathe and your crying uncontrollably as your panic attack clutches you.

‘Y/N! Y/n, fuck come here.’ Hyunmi wraps her arms around you as you try and calm yourself down. Hyunmi rocks you gently, trying to sooth you in any way that she can. It takes at least 10 minutes for you to properly calm down.

‘You need to go see him, babe.’ Hyunmi says to you gently.

‘I’m scared. I don’t need my heart to break twice.’ You say curling even more into her as if to hide yourself.

‘But you deserve to try and fix it. Come on.’ She assures, standing away from your grasp and holding her hand out for you. You stand reluctantly and wipe the tears from your face as the two of you make your way back to your seats.

As you sit down Yoongi’s jumping up onto the hoop to score a basket and the crowd cheers madly. He looks so into the game that you can’t imagine he would see you if you did a trapeze act over the audience. The look in his eyes is sexy, he looks thirsty for a win and the fire and passion that he’s wearing on his sleeve almost turns you on. He plays point guard that much is obvious and he does a fucking good job of it. Yoongi, Namjoon and Hoseok are the clear star players half of the crowd has signs with their names up. Yoongi is popular, you’ve never really been that much into sports but Hyunmi tells you the media follow those three closely. How had you never seen him on TV or something? You guess it’s just not where you were expecting to find your soulmate.

There’s thirty seconds left in the game and the Knights need a three pointer to secure their win. 29, 94 and 7 are monsters, switching the ball between three of them so that as soon as the opponents see it with one of them it’s switched to the next. Yoongi has the ball, he has to act fast cause there are at least three elephants on him. Ten seconds on the clock. He dodges his opponent and shoots the ball over their heads. Namjoon catches it as Hoseok runs forward to the line, Namjoon aims the ball towards Hoseok and you think fuck they’ve lost it –that shot is way too obvious. Four seconds left. Namjoon abruptly passes the ball backwards to Yoongi who you hadn’t even noticed was there, all the focus being on Namjoon and Hoseok. Yoongi dribbles the ball forward. Shoots. Two seconds. Wins.

You and Hyunmi jump up cheering with the rest of the crowd and even though you haven’t quite met him yet you are so proud –your man did that! The Knights are roaring and cheering, huddling together in happiness. Hyunmi stands and begins pulling you down the steps towards the barrier where the cameras are focused on the Knights. You’d ask what she was doing but you had a pretty good idea, the anxiety twisted your stomach and felt a lump in your throat, as Yoongi’s gummy smile became clearer and clearer.

When you reached the barrier there were plenty of people calling Yoongi’s name. How the hell is he gonna notice you? He’s just scored the winning basket for one of the most important games of the season. Everyone wants to talk to him –fans, reporters, and spokesmen.

‘Right. Fuck it.’ Hyunmi states and begins to push your ass over the barrier.

‘What the fuck are you doing?’ you demand. Trying to push yourself back towards her.

‘Desperate times, desperate measures. Go over and get him!’ she urges using more force to push you over. You stumble over the side and security guards haven’t quite noticed you yet but you know it won’t be long. Yoongi’s in the center of the court, in the throng of people shaking hands with his opponents. You sprint towards him, looking like a desperate fan and a complete idiot. Security’s noticed you and you call out for Yoongi as you can feel them coming after you. His head raises and he looks around for where the voice came from. His eyes find yours just as you’re about four feet from him.

‘Oh my god…’ he says staring at you in shock.

‘I’m Y/n. I’m your soulmate.’ You say just as two security guards grip your arms ready to drag you off the court.

‘Stop! Get the fuck off her.’ Yoongi says eyes narrowed at the security guards.

They drop their hands, looking embarrassed that they hadn’t understood you were with Yoongi, not that they had any reason to. Suddenly strong arms are enveloping you around your waist as Yoongi hugs you fiercely. You breathe a sigh of relief and pull your arms out of his clutch to pull him closer. His face is burrowed in the crook of your neck and you rest his hands on top of his soft blond hair that’s pushed back by a sweatband. You stroke it gently. Quickly you notice everyone’s focus is on you, the cameras, the fans and the reporters announcing that Min Yoongi, professional basketball player has found his soulmate.

Yoongi lifts his head up and whispers into your ear: ‘I’ll get you out of here, follow me.’ He detangles himself from you and grasps your hand as he guides you towards the entrance you’d seen him come from before the game. The questions of the crowd being screamed at you fade away as you enter what appears to be an office.

‘Fuck, I like really want to talk to you but I’m all gross so let me shower and then… we’ll talk?’ he asks tentatively and you wouldn’t in a million years imagine him to be nervous.

‘Yeah, sure.’ You beam at him, he’s not a dick and you’re so happy. He turns quickly and his eagerness to get back to you is overwhelming with how much Jungkook wanted the opposite. You sit on the edge of the desk and text Hyunmi that you don’t think you’ll be back anytime soon and she wishes you luck.

Fifteen minutes later you’re still waiting for Yoongi when number 7 and 94 walk in.

‘Hey! Y/n right?’ Hoseok asks with a bright smile.

‘Yeah, hi. You guys played really well today. Congratulations.’ You respond, nervous to make a good first impression on Yoongi’s friends.

‘Ah thank you,’ Namjoon says ‘ we’re just so hyped to meet you. Yoongi’s never really been open about his love life. I think he’s always been waiting for you. I’m Namjoon by the way.’ He greets, flashing his dimples that up close, kind of have you melting a little bit.

‘And I’m Hoseok.’ He says with an equally beautiful smile. At that moment Yoongi pokes his head around the corner and makes a face as he sees the two men with you.

‘Ah, this is just unfair. You guys have probably spoken to her more than me now.’ He says, playfully bitter. 

‘Yeah, yeah, we’re going.’ Namjoon says laughing at Yoongi. Hoseok ruffles Yoongi’s hair as they exit and you’re left alone. You hop up on the desk to sit and Yoongi stands in front of you smiling with his gums bared and this looks especially cute in person.

‘Fuck, this is surreal.’ He lets out.

‘Yeah, I mean I’ve been waiting for you for a long fucking time.’ You reply and he’s looking away like he’s trying to pretend he isn’t shy, suppressing a smile. It’s funny seeing him so vulnerable; in the mirror he’s always had the air of a cool, calm guy but the other side of him is nice to see.

‘I feel like I’ve known you a really long time.’ He says gently.

‘You have.’ You smile and reach up to push your fingers through his hair like you’ve always wanted to. Yoongi leans into your touch and it feels so right between the two of you.

‘Tell me everything.’ He says suddenly. You laugh at him, not knowing where to start. You talk for hours leaning gently on each other as you talk about your childhood, all the memories of each other but you aren’t surprised when he asks.

‘Have you met him yet?’ he asks. Shit. Should you tell him? Thinking of Jungkook your heart wrenches. You can’t do that to Yoongi –let Jungkook break him worse than he has you.

‘Not yet.’

‘He’s so pretty isn’t he? I want to ruin him… and you.’ He says suggestively and you can’t help but think how fucking hot he is. He moves to stand between your legs; you’re still sat up on the desk.

‘Mm, I’d like that.’ You say, looking up at him through your lashes. You tug his shirt to pull him even closer. You’ve been waiting for this forever; you don’t feel the need to take it slow.

‘Yeah, baby? Want me to take you right here?’ he says and you hold eye contact for a moment before he bends down to capture your lips. The kiss embodies fire and passion and doesn’t stop to take it slow. Yoongi’s tongue explores your mouth and he’s fucking hungry. You bite his lip as he pulls away and groans as you do so.

‘Fuck, you’re kinda dirty aren’t you, princess?’ he says, slightly breathless as he leans down further to suck hickeys onto your collarbone. You gasp as he does so –you have a weakness for hickeys and the flick of his tongue against you makes your pussy throb.

‘Can I call you daddy?’ you say slightly nervous but desperate to do so, you’ve thought of Yoongi like that for years. He stops his actions and you worry he’s disgusted.

‘Fuck yeah you can.’ He says seeming more turned on as his grip on your waist tightens. You grin and tug his shirt up until he lifts his arms up for you to pull it over his head. He’s lean and covered in a thin layer of muscle from basketball practice you assume. His arms are thick for his size and his torso alone is an absolute turn on.

He then kneels down between your legs and pulls off your trainers before following with your skirt. There’s a wet patch on the front of your underwear and he presses his thumb against it, rubbing circles there. Your thighs try to close due to your sensitivity but Yoongi grips your thigh.

‘Keep them open for me, baby.’ He says as he begins sliding your panties off.

‘Okay, daddy.’ You say feeling the cool air hit your core, causing you to shiver.

He flings the clothing into a corner before licking a stripe through your folds and you moan at the sensation. He starts off slow: nibbling and sucking gently before he goes in. He flicks at your clit and you take a sharp intake of breath as he does so. 

‘Look how fucking wet you are, such a pretty pussy, baby. You taste so good’ he praises.

‘Ah, fuck, daddy…’ you moan as he then sucks on your clit. He’s so into it he looks like he could be enjoying it more than you are. Your hand reaches down to run your hands through his blonde hair before you grip the locks firmly. He groans as you do and moves his tongue down to your opening, thrusting inside harshly and you let out a high-pitched noise of surprise. He brings his thumb up to play with your clit and you’re overwhelmed with the two sensations. You grab at the hair at the back of his neck and thrust against his face gently. You’re practically shaking when he rubs faster at the bundle of nerves and your thighs close around his head with oversensitivity. He pulls away from your pussy and leaves sloppy hickies on your thighs before you pull him up for another kiss.

This time it’s messier and harder and you moan into his mouth. He pulls your shirt over your head as you simultaneously undo his belt and jeans before shoving them down his thighs. He pulls away to shake them from his ankles but then dives straight back in, gripping your hips with a newfound strength that you hope leaves marks in the morning. You feel his length against your thigh wishing he would just get his fucking boxers off already and use your ankles to ease them down his legs and he reaches around your back to unclasp your bra and then pull it from you.

He tugs a nipple into his mouth before biting on it. ’Mm perfect babygirl, you’re so perfect.’ You look down at his dick and can’t help but reach to his head and smooth the precum around his tip.

‘Ah, fuck princess turn over, chest flat on the desk, ass up.’ He demands and reaches to tug his boxers completely off as you follow his command. You hear him kneel down behind you and before you know it he bites your ass hard and god if you don’t want to see those bite marks afterwards. He stands and slaps your ass as if he’s watching it jiggle and you moan at the feeling. He does it again.

‘You fucking like that, huh? Daddy’s little slut.’ He says repeating the action once more before lining his erection up with your wet pussy. ‘Here we go, baby.’ He pushes in gently and you let out a shuddering breath of pleasure as he slowly eases himself in and out to stretch you. He grips your hip with one hand as he quickly slams into you. He sets a fast rhythm after that and the slap of his pelvis against your ass could be mistaken as thunder and you’re moaning like a porn star.

‘Does my dick feel good, princess? You like daddy’s thick cock pounding into you, yeah? Listen to how you’re moaning for me, like a fucking whore.’ His words are driving you crazy and you cry out at the immense pleasure. ‘Answer daddy when he asks you a question.’

‘Yes, daddy. It feels so good, I love it.’ You reply.

‘For me too baby, your pussy feels so good, so wet for me, squeezing me so good princess.’ He bends over you and presses his chest against your back, his hot breath in your ear as he continues his relentless pace. You can’t believe his stamina. He kisses your neck leaving even more hickies behind your ear and at the nape of your neck. He reaches his hand round to your chin and pushes it towards him so he can kiss you. It’s fervent and desperate.

He pulls out and you whine at the loss thinking he’s going to stop. ‘I’m coming back, turn over I wanna see your face when I make you cum.’ you roll over onto your back and he’s entering you again, somehow thrusting faster and harder. He’s staring at you so intensely and you for the hundredth time admire his features. He’s biting his lip as both of your orgasms begin to build.

You’re climbing fast when suddenly he pulls out and stays there, you whine and grasp his perky ass and attempt to pull him forward.

‘Beg for it.’ He says.

‘Fuck, please daddy I want it so bad. I need it.’ You cry.

‘What do you need, baby?’

‘Your dick, daddy. I need it in me, please, feels so good.’ He smirks, pushing in again and you feel so close it’s insane. He’s holding your thick thighs and using them to press in harder and harder and it’s then that you’re cumming. Crying out so loud Yoongi swears the pictures on the wall are shaking and he finds it so sexy. He pushes on through your orgasm, chasing his own and as his thrusts become more sloppy he spills inside of you but he keeps gently thrusting through his orgasm.

You sit up and pull his head into the crook of your neck as he breathes heavily, shook from how hard he came. Once his breathing evens he presses a kiss to your jaw and then another to your lips, this time sweet, loving, gentle. His forehead rests against yours and you watch each other as he pulls out. Your pussy clenches at the loss and Yoongi quickly reaches for your panties and pulls them onto you so none of his cum spills too much.

‘I got real lucky with you’ he says, helping you to ease off of the desk.

‘Mm, me too.’ You respond, basking in the afterglow of some good ass sex. He dresses you lovingly, taking his careful time and presses a kiss to your forehead once he’s finished. He dresses himself then before taking your hand.

‘I’m really not meant to be this soft.’ He says laughing shyly. 

‘Why not?’

‘I just mean no one would expect it from me.’ He says smiling.

‘I’m glad you are.’ You say and he turns his head away, embarrassed. 

‘Ah stop, I can’t handle it.’ He states, a soft blush to his cheeks. ‘Let me take you home?’

‘Please.’ You say and he walks you out of the office, a smile of content on both of your faces.

A/N: Hi everyone, I’m so glad so many people liked the first part?? Highkey expected no one to read it, I hope you enjoy this part just as much. Just want to let everyone know Incheon Electroland Elephants is an actual KBL team and that if you don’t like dom yoongi I’m definitely planning to explore different power dynamics throughout this series so stay tuned!  

Office Hours

Part 2

Pairing: Negan x reader x another female

Summary: Negan is a university professor, he assigns you an unlikely partner. When things aren’t working out between the two of you. Negan proposes an unusual method for conflict resolution.

Words: 2806

Warnings: Sexual encounter between professor and student, girl on girl action, ffm threesome, daddy kink, unprotected sex. He swears a lot because he’s Negan.

Author’s Notes: Based on this dream I confessed to @grungedaddykinks . Also, the Sam in this story is her. Check out her selfies because she is too gorgeous for my words to do her justice. If you’re interested in reading a little something-something we collaborated on, check out the finished RP thread we did. Feel free to message me if you have any writing ideas for me.


Professor Negan was fine as fuck you couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he paced the front of the room explaining the difference between a representative democracy and a direct democracy. It almost made you regret waiting until your last year to start taking electives. Who would have known such a fine male specimen worked at the Political Science Department at the university?

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Originally posted by tsseract

Title: Midtown High’s Homecoming (Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: The reader doesn’t plan on going to the dance, until Peter asks, of course.

Word Count: 1372

A/N: This is inspired by that perfect clip from the new trailer where peter rips his tie off and i scream so..I hope you enjoy! An 80s song that causes infectious dancing.


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anonymous asked:

Imagine a universe where Jamie got to keep William as his own, pretty please!

Special thanks to Mod Gotham for coming up with the title for this new AU of mine. I have it all planned out but I’m not sure yet how many parts it will be. I hope you all enjoy it. - Mod Lenny

Mac Ruaidh - Part One

The cold of the raging storm outside had nothing on the cold that invaded his veins at the news from the Ellesmeres’ cook, though he was less certain whether it was caused by the news that Geneva was dead or that her husband was thoroughly convinced her child had been fathered by another man.

Though it was wrong to curse the dead, the impulse was strong. He had known when he accepted her twisted bargain that it wouldn’t be so simple. He should have tried harder to find a way out of it without giving in to her demands. As his anger and frustration rose the chill faded and heat rose through him.

Perhaps his wits had gotten slow from lack of use. In the cave he’d had little to do but think and second guess his every move; at Ardsmuir there had been the men to think on, their welfare to negotiate and in the governor he’d found a man willing to challenge and bargain shrewdly, not to mention the opportunities to play at chess or read a bit from one of the books on the shelf. But at Helwater he had slipped into a routine that didn’t require the same mental exertions; physical exhaustion carried him to his bed at night and the relative freedom of movement––being outdoors and working but not under the eyes and guns of guards––he had given over to enjoying the simpler aspects of his life, pushing aside the harsh terms of his servitude. In playing the part of a mere groom perhaps some of the simplicity he played at had seeped into his mind and impeded his faculties.

How else could he explain the apparent ease with which Geneva––hardly more than a lass––had gotten the upper hand on him enough to force his compliance?

Jamie closed his eyes, took a deep breath and let it out slowly, urging his mind towards quiet. Half a dozen ideas for what he could have done or said differently in the field that day were fighting with each other as though settling on which would have been most effective might change his current situation.

But what exactly was his situation? The lad was his by blood but Ellesmere’s by law and as far as appearances were concerned.

The rising heat of Jamie’s anger cooled suddenly as something within him sank. He had a son, another child he wouldn’t have a chance to see or raise or know. Well, perhaps Ellesmere would let the lad visit Helwater from time to time; the Dunsanys were still the babe’s family. Jamie might be able to see him from a distance, which was more than he’d had of either of his other two children. Lord that she might be safe, she and the child , he prayed silently, habitually, and then with a sigh added, And may Lady Geneva rest peacefully.

A maid came scurrying into the kitchen with wide eyes. “Your master wants you right away,” she urged Jamie and Jeffries. “And he wants you to come armed.”

Jeffries ran to fetch the pistols from the carriage but Jamie urged the maid to show him to Lord Dunsany immediately; if arms were indeed needed he shouldn’t have trouble improvising with something at hand or at least stalling until Jeffries could join them.

Ellesmere and Dunsany were both red-faced from screaming as he entered and looked about to come to blows.

“Your daughter was a whore and I’ll not have her bastard bearing my name,” Ellesmere hollered. “I’m getting rid of him one way or another.”

“My daughter was no WHORE!” Dunsany screamed, taking a swing at Ellesmere who easily dodged it. “And you’ll not shame my grandson with your lies!”

“He’s no son of mine, of that I’m sure,” Ellesmere taunted Dunsany, “so that ought to tell you all you need to know of your daughter and her character.”

Jamie felt the blood drain from his face but it had no effect on his legs. He inserted himself between the two men saying nothing.

“We had an arrangement when I agreed to marry that slut and I don’t care––”

Jamie gave Ellesmere a shove so that he fell back into a cushioned chair. Both he and Dunsany were startled into silence by the action.

“Have ye no heard that it’s rude to speak ill of the dead?” Jamie said with a quiet calm that made Ellesmere go pale. “There’s a child lost its mother and parents lost their child. Whatever betrayal ye may be feeling, have a care for their grief at least or ye dinna deserve to call yerself a gentleman.”

The color returned to Ellesmere’s face in a rush of red but he simply clenched his fists in his chair as Jamie continued to stare down at him from his physically imposing height.

“Tha–thank you, MacKenzie,” Dunsany muttered weakly behind him. “I’ve sent my wife to fetch the child. We’ll be leaving with him this afternoon and––”

“No,” Ellesmere said with cold fury. “You’ll not be leaving this house with that child and playing the gracious grieving parents offering to raise him for me because I’m too distraught or whatever bullshit reason you give the gossip-mongers. I never touched your daughter and I’ll not have her bastard son as my heir.”

“I’ll take him.” The words were out of Jamie’s mouth before he’d even thought them and once again both Ellesmere and Dunsany were shocked into silence.

Swallowing and turning to begin pacing, Jamie was aware of the men’s attention on him while he scrambled to piece his impulse together into a plan.

“I’ll take the bairn and raise him as mine––a lad got on a kitchen maid that left and sent him to me rather than raise him herself,” Jamie said quickly. “As far as Lady Geneva goes, her bairn died and can be buried with her.” He turned to Ellesmere. “It frees ye of having a living heir ye dinna want and garners ye a bit more sympathy than a scandal would––or would ye rather word of yer… inabilities spread along with yer insinuations about yer late wife?”

Ellesmere glared at Jamie who stood holding the older man’s eye without flinching. He was vaguely aware of the throbbing pulse in the man’s throat, a subtle fluttering movement that was slightly out of sync with a twitch in the corner of the man’s right eye. Ellesmere blinked and Jamie let the breath he’d been holding go then turned to Dunsany.

“I ken it’s no how ye want the lad to come to yer house,” Jamie said with gentle understanding, a tone of voice he’d used frequently on skittish horses. “But he’ll be near ye and ye’ll have a chance to see him even if he canna know the truth of who ye are.”

“You propose to raise an infant on your own while working as a stablehand…” Dunsany summarized with obvious skepticism.

“I’m sure my employer will prove sympathetic to my plight having so recently lost a beloved child of his own. None would question such an impulse under the circumstances,” Jamie reasoned. “But… he would be mine. I’d have the final say over him.”

Dunsany’s mouth was drawn tight and grim but there was exhaustion and resignation in it too.

“Why? Why would you do such a thing?” Dunsany asked.

Jamie inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. “My wife,” he said quietly, his voice barely managing not to break at the mention of Claire, at the thought of discussing her with these people, of bringing her memory into the light of day to be gawked at when he preferred keeping her to himself, cherished and protected. “My wife and I wanted… We lost our first at birth. It took time for her to get with child again… and then I lost them both together… I love my wife still and dinna mean ever to wed again… but it pains me to think I’ll no have a chance to be a father. A child without a father ought to have one and if I’m no to be father to my wife’s children, I should like to act as father to such a child.”

“If you want the bloody bastard you can have him,” Ellesmere said, unmoved by Jamie’s display of emotion. “I just want all of you out of my house and out of my life as soon as possible.”

But Jamie’s focus remained on Dunsany and the watery redness of his eyes. When Dunsany blinked his head moved in a subtle nod.

“William?” Lady Dunsany asked as she appeared at the door to the library with the blanket wrapped infant in her arms and Jeffries at her side, the pistols from the carriage clearly visible.

“Jeffries, those won’t be necessary,” Dunsany said, his voice thick but firm.

Dunsany crossed to his wife and whispered about the proposed arrangement. Lady Dunsany was shaking her head vehemently and clutching the tiny bundle to her tightly before Dunsany was even half-way through. Her eyes darted to Jamie, pleading, but then caught Ellesmere’s hard and unsympathetic expression. Dunsany moved to take the child from her arms but she shook him off and took the first few steps towards Jamie, her hold on the child never loosening.

“He’s called William,” she said firmly.

“Louisa,” Dunsany began to say but she interrupted him.

“It’s William; she gave him that name and I think it’s the least MacKenzie can do to call him by the name his mother gave him before she died.” The grief in her voice was strong but lent that strength to her resolve.

“Aye,” Jamie whispered looking to reassure the grieving grandmother. “William is a good strong name for the lad. My older brother was called William. May I hold him?”

With tears streaking down her cheeks, Lady Dunsany brushed the blanket aside so that she could look at the face of her sleeping grandson and trail a finger down his cheek before yielding him to Jamie’s large hands and strong, solid arms.

The child didn’t seem to weigh a thing and yet for the first time in more than a decade, Jamie felt as though his feet had a solid hold on the ground. The baby’s ears stuck out a little and his shut eyes appeared to slant a bit––nothing that blatantly suggested the child in his arms was his by blood to anyone in the room aside from him––but he couldn’t help swallowing against a lump the observation created in his throat. Claire had told him that Faith had those features when she’d held her; had they looked like this? The lad’s hair was darker than his own, promised to be a rich brown like his mother’s… like Claire’s.

The other people in the room faded from Jamie’s awareness as he gently rocked the sleeping bairn and made his way closer to the warmth of the fire; it was just him and his son. Had the child Claire carried with her through the stones been born with her hair, or his? Had that child looked like this child? Closing his eyes and focusing on the warmth of the small, fragile body in his arms, Jamie could almost convince himself that he was standing before the hearth in the laird’s room at Lallybroch with Claire resting in the bed behind him, that this son in his arms was somehow one of the many yearned for but unborn children he was supposed to have had with Claire in that life they were supposed to have lived together.

Fàilte mo mhac,” he said quietly then looked up and around until he spotted what he was looking for on Jeffries. He crossed and had the knife out of the paralyzed coachman’s belt.

“What are you doing?” Lady Dunsany screeched, similarly frozen as her eyes went wide seeing a blade so close to the baby.

But Jamie ignored her. William was sleeping securely and oblivious in the crook of Jamie’s right arm while he held the knife tight in that same hand and used his teeth to pull up the sleeve of his left arm so that nothing was in the way of that hand. The middle finger bent towards his palm and lightly pressed at the faint ‘C’ at the base of his thumb before he flexed the hand flat and guided the point of the knife a little further below the old scar. Blood of my blood and bone of my bone. His blood had mingled with Claire’s and was part of him, even now so many years later, she was and always would be a part of him. It was a shallower cut, only enough to raise a small line of blood, then he let the knife fall to the floor at his feet.

Is tusa Uilleam donn mac Sheumais ruaidh,” Jamie murmured as he smeared the blood across the boy’s forehead. The sensation caused the child to squirm and his eyes to peek open. “Aye… Mac Ruaidh mar tha mi Mac Dubh.”

Turning towards the shocked and wary faces of the Dunsanys and Ellesmere Jamie explained, “Now, he is of my blood.” My blood and Claire’s. With pride he claimed, “He is my son.”

Lust and Pizza || Scott McCall

Scott McCall x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Swearing

Word Count: 4,084

Summary: You’re new in the town of Beacon Hills and you’re crushing hard first and best friend Scott McCall. Once fateful night he leaves his phone in your car and you finally have an excuse to go see him. 

A/N: Rough Scott McCall sex is what I live for. Needless to say, writing this was quite fun for me. Also- sorry for not posting for a few days. I was going to post this yesterday, but my cat fell asleep on my laptop and I didn’t have the heart to move her. I feel really bad for not posting the past few days but I think you’ll forgive me after you read this ; )

(Gif below has nothing to do with the story but it hot af)

Originally posted by teenwolf

I pulled up to the McCall house in my black Comet, the roaring engine coming to a stop as I pulled into the driveway. Scott McCall, the boy I had been driving home almost every day since my return from boarding school had left his phone in my car, yet again. Except this time I didn’t notice it until he was long gone. Scott’s been kind to me since I got kicked out of the all girls fine-arts boarding school in San Francisco. Most people just ask me why I was expelled, or how could I possibly waste such an amazing opportunity by getting expelled. It got old fast. Scott was the only one who didn’t ask questions and was always supportive of me no matter what. He always made time for me, even when his friends try to pull him away. Don’t get me wrong, he’s got the physical aspects too. He has these beautiful brown eyes that glow and become gold in the sunlight. He runs his fingers through his hair when he talks to me which I know means he’s nervous. And his lips, oh those lips. Damn, I can’t believe I’m falling for this kid.

I stepped out of my car and saw that a few lights were on in the windows. It meant someone was home. I walked up to the door and knocked on it, but immediately felt dumb as I noticed the doorbell. I fixed my hair in the reflection of the glass door, preparing myself for the possibility that the hot lacrosse team captain was to answer it. When I heard the door click open, Scott was not on the other side. It was a very tall, broad shouldered man in a very intimidating suit. I almost cowered away back to my car but he had already started to talk.

“Can I help you?” His voice was deep and made me want to squeal.

“Uh, I’m Y/N- A friend of Scott’s. Is he home?” Just as I felt as though I was going to faint, a small, beautiful latino woman comes out from behind the door with warm eyes and a bright smile.

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When Hank met Scully

So @mulders-boyish-enthousiasm requested an XF/Californication crossover fic, and here it is. I don’t know if it’s what you were looking for, or tbh what I intended it to turn out like, but here you go! I hope you enjoy!

Spoilers - Never Again, Leonard Betts

She seems him the moment she enters the bar, perched on a stool by the counter, knocking back a whiskey on the rocks. The sight of him stops her short; she’d left him barely fifteen minutes ago, wanting to seek refuge to seethe in silence before she said something else he’d later regret, and now he’d beaten her to her refuge. Bastard.

She’s tempted to turn on her heel and leave the bar but his head turns and his eyes register her presence. Just her luck, she thinks to herself, as he lifts his glass towards her and smirks. But he can’t win her over that easily, and before she loses her courage she takes a deep breath and marches over towards him, ready to give him a piece of her mind. Again. But as she nears him, realization dawns on her, and by the time she reaches the bar all of her anger has disappeared. “You’re not Mulder.”

The gentleman, not Mulder, looks momentarily puzzled before regaining his composure. “Would you like me to be?”

“I’m sorry,” Scully apologizes, remembering her manners. “It’s just you look like someone I know.”

“That old line.” Not Mulder now appears amused, and gestures to the empty bar stool next to him. “The old ones work the best I find.”

“No, you really do. It’s uncanny actually.”

“Actually, it’s Hank,” the man replies, reaching out to shake Scully’s hand. Her body gravitates to the stool next to him, despite her brain telling her to leave immediately. Conversations with strangers in bars can be dangerous, she tells herself. Conversations in bars can lead to one-night stands and tattoos, along with a partner who can barely look her in the eye right now.

“What can I get you?” Hank asks, smirking to himself as she sits next to him, raising his eyebrow in challenge. Scully knows he’s not just asking about a drink, and for a second she briefly considers his question. “I’ll have what you’re having,” she replies, licking her lips unconsciously, her eyes darting down as Hank shifts on the stool.

“With soda, or…?”

“On the rocks.”

“Must have been a bad day,” Hank comments as he gestures to the barman and then repeats Scully’s order, ordering another for himself.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Scully replies as their drinks are set down in front of them. She raises her glass in thanks and takes a swig of the drink. The whiskey burns the back of her throat as she swallows, but she doesn’t let it show.

“Something to do with my identical twin?” Hank persists. “Or was that really a chat-up line, because if it was, first of all you don’t have to try so hard with me, and secondly, why are we wasting time sitting round here?”

Despite herself, Scully smiles. “He’s my partner.”

“Partner as in work partner, or partner as in I know his sex face very well?”

“Just work partners.”

“Just? Do I detect a hint of longing there?”

She ignores him. “FBI partners, back in DC.”

“You’re in the FBI?” Scully nods. “Are you hiding handcuffs on you, because I’m open to possibilities.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“So what brings you here?”

“We’re on a case.”

“I mean to this bar.”

Sighing heavily, Scully takes another drink. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Guy trouble?”

“Tell me about yourself.”

“I’ve got a daughter who hates me, a baby momma who doesn’t want to know me, and I’m already thinking about you in those handcuffs,” he says quickly, before returning to her. “So it is guy trouble? Let me guess, my FBI doppelganger. I’m right, aren’t I?” He was and they both knew it. “Well, let me just say this. Whatever he’s done, he’s an idiot for letting you walk out dressed in that skirt and come to this bar to be seduced by me.”

Scully shook her head and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “Mr…?”

“Moody, but you can call me Hank. Most people do, although they tend to say it in a more exasperated tone.”

“What about you?”

“Me?”

“What are you doing in this bar?”

“I come here all the time.”

“Why?”

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

As she finishes off the whiskey, Scully feels it starting to take effect and giggles. “That was bad.”

“Oh I’m sorry, I forgot. You like the old lines.” Reaching into his left pocket, Hank retrieves some change and places a quarter on the bar in front of her. “Here’s a quarter. Go call your partner and tell him you’re coming home with me tonight.” He smiles as Scully laughs once more.

“Has that ever worked for you?”

“I’ll be honest with you….?”

“Dana.”

“Dana, I like it. Dana sounds too sweet to be a mean FBI agent fighting the bad guys.”

“And aliens.”

“And…” Hank looks confused. “What?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Well Dana…” God, he even sounds like Mulder, Scully thinks to herself. “I never usually need to resort to pick-up lines.”

“What do you usually do?”

“Normally I just shoot women a charming grin…” He demonstrates. “…and say “Hi, I’m Hank Moody,” and it’s job done.” He reaches out to shake Scully’s hand. “Hi, I’m Hank Moody.” He pauses, his smile widening. “You’re tempted, I can tell.”

Scully opens her mouth to speak, to thank him for the drink and tell him she should be going, but Hank interrupts her thoughts. “Let me guess, you’re more tempted by Mr ‘We’re just Partners’ aren’t you?”

“It’s not like that?”

“Are you telling me, or yourself?” He smiles as Scully gestures to the barman to refill their now empty glasses.

“Mulder and I aren’t together.”

“Mulder?” Hank grimaces. “What kind of a name is that?”

“Fox Mulder.”

“Fox? Are you fucking with me?”

Scully laughs. “That’s his name.”

“God, his parents must have hated him.”

Her smile suddenly fades and Scully busies herself as the barman approaches with their drinks. “So I’m thinking you guys had an argument this evening, said some things you shouldn’t have, and rather than work out your issues with the naked pretzel, you stormed out to get drunk.”

“Something like that.”

“What did you argue about?”

“You’re inquisitive Mr Moody, I’ll giv you that. You’d made a good FBI agent.”

“I get it, you want to get into my pants Dana, but tell me the story first. Or we could go back to my place and you could tell me as we bathe in our post-coital glow.”

“Fine,” Scully replies, and she can tell Hank isn’t quite sure which option she’s agreeing to. “We argued over a case,” she explains. “At least that’s how it started.”

“And?” Hank chews on an ice cube and for a second Scully is distracted. It would be so easy to give in and go home with this man, but she knows it would cause her even more problems going forward. “And?”

“It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got time. The only other place I’m planning on being tonight is inside y…-”

“No.”

“Sorry.” He grins, not looking the slightest bit sorry at all.

“Things have been tense between us lately.”

“Tense? In what way?”

“I umm…I recently did something he didn’t agree with.”

She’s vague, but Hank seems to understand. “You slept with his best friend?”

“Not quite.”

“His brother?”

“Again, not quite.”

“But someone who isn’t him.”

Scully nods sheepishly. “It didn’t mean anything. I was on a case and had some drinks and a tattoo.”

“A tattoo? Where?”

“It…it was just a one-time thing.”

“I’m intrigued about this tattoo.”

“Drop it Hank.”

“Gotcha. So anyway, he found out?”

“Yes. And so tonight we were arguing about work, but then it got personal.” Too personal. Insults were traded and then Mulder brought up Ed Jerse once again. His digs were too much to take, and before Scully could stop herself she’d lifted her hand and slapped her partner round the face. Mortified, she then rushed out of his motel room and walked…walked and walked until she came across this bar, and Hank.

“Are you sure you’re just work partners?”

She takes another drink. The whiskey is loosening her tongue now. “There may have been a time when I thought there would have been something more.”

“But not now?”

Scully curses herself inwardly for pouring her heart out to yet another stranger, thinking about the last time she did so just a few short weeks ago. How much has changed since then, she ponders sadly. But then again, she knows she won’t be seeing Hank again after this evening, and it’s not like she has anyone else she can confide in. “I’m sick.” It’s the first time she’s said it out loud, and for a second she’s fearful she shouted out loud.

Hank looks at her, really looks at her, and so Scully busies herself with her drink. “I take it you don’t mean you have the flu.”

“No.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“He knows?”

“Not yet. I don’t want to tell him until I’ve had the test results back.”

“So you might not be sick?”

“No, I am.” She sighs. “Besides, I don’t want Mulder’s pity. Or yours.”

“Hey, you had me at “you look like someone I know.” At most it would be say….a two percent pity fuck, ninety eight percent sleeping with you because you’re hot.”

Suddenly Scully polishes off the rest of her drink. “Ok,” she says suddenly, surprising them both.

“Ok?”

“Let’s go.”

“Really? The pity fuck line worked?”

“Shut up Hank.”

Scully gets to her feet unsteadily and Hank follows suit. “Do you want to go back to my place? Or we can head back to your hotel room so that lover boy can hear…”

But Scully stops listening, and her attention is now focused on the door. Hank follows her gaze and comes face to face with someone who looks a lot like…well, him.

“Fuck me,” he exclaims as the man, Mulder he presumes, approaches Dana.

“Scully,” he greets her, almost breathlessly. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” He stops, having suddenly registered the fact she and Hank look as though they’re about to leave together. “Oh,” he says, disappointment evident in his voice. “I don’t mean to interrupt.”

Scully says nothing, but Hank springs into action. “Dana here was just leaving to find you,” he explains. “I was just boring her with my woes while I wait for my baby momma to come and pick me up.” Mulder looks as though he’s about to call bullshit, so Hank continues. “I’m just on my way to the little boy’s room. Or big boy’s room,” he adds, winking at Scully, who blushes.

“It was lovely to meet you Hank,” she says, reaching out to shake his hand. “And good luck.”

“Same to you Mrs FBI.”

Nodding at her partner, realizing they need to talk somewhere quieter than the bar, Scully begins to move towards the door. Before Mulder can follow her, Hank grabs hold of him, pulling him back for a quiet word. “Nothing happened,” he assures the other man. “It wasn’t for lack of trying. She wasn’t interested,” Hank adds. “Apparently there’s someone else on the radar. Someone who looks a lot like me.” He shakes his head, as though he can’t quite believe it himself. “She’s a good woman. Don’t fuck it up Mr FBI. And for fucks sake find out where she got that tattoo.” He pats Mulder on the back, a little too hard in warning, and then walks off towards the bathroom, while the two FBI agents head out of the bar to talk.

how to drown in the desert; chapter six: the light

a/n: *drum roll* at last - chapter six! hopefully this chapter was more than worth the wait, and it’s a pretty decent word count length too (over 4,000 words), so i hope you guys enjoy it!

as always you can read this fic here on ao3 or here on ffn

and as always if you ever want to make a graphic/edit/fanart ANYTHING inspired by this fic please let me know and tag me in it!! i’d love to see it <3

anyway, without further ado, here is chapter 6: the light

For a few blissful moments after he woke up, Shiro forgot what had transpired the previous night…and then he remembered. His body froze as he blinked the sleep out of his eyes, his fingers feeling exceptionally warm, and he realized they were still laced through Allura’s. He panicked, thinking about how to move without waking her when he caught the soft curve of her lips: the princess had fallen asleep with a smile on her face.

His own face heated up when he thought of the softness of her voice when they had said goodnight. My Paladin.

He dragged his free hand down his face, nearly nicking himself with the edge of the wedding band he wore—fake wedding band. Maybe they were faking this marriage a bit too well, or at least he was. God, what if she suspected him? It would be completely unprofessional, and awkward, and… maybe sort of freeing, to have it all out in the open. Even if she didn’t feel the same—and why would she?—at least he wouldn’t have to hide it anymore.

Shiro shook his head, carefully slipping his hand out of hers, even as her fingers remained curled against the snowy sheets of their bed. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching over as her hair fell in her face, carefully tucking it behind her pointed ears. He almost let his fingers linger, when her eyes fluttered open.

“Shiro?” she said, voice thick with sleep.

He flushed, feeling almost guilty—or at least caught in the act. He cleared his throat. “Good morning, princess.”

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Stuck

Word Count: 2.6K

Genre: Smut + Angst (the typical concoction)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader / Jungkook x Reader

Unease. It was the only emotion that encumbered your mind and sang you lullabies at night. Nothing came easy,  just as things were beginning to get good they were just as easily taken away from you. A small reminder that you weren’t safe, the world didn’t intentionally mean to hurt you… but it also  wasn’t your safety blanket. Between the copious amounts of alcohol that passed between your father’s lips and the eviction notes that made their home amongst your halls, you’d had enough.

“Why do you need to leave so bad anyways it’s not like anything is out there for you. You walk around high and mighty expecting the world to spin for you. Well guess what the world doesn’t owe you shit you’re just another pest taking up space.” The words are ushered across damp streets, attracted to the illumination of the street lamps or maybe they were attempting to escape the harshness of Jimin’s voice just as you were.

“Do I need a reason to want something better for myself?” The words spill out  softly, fingers reach out to close the dark expanse that distances you. Jimin’s fingers wrap around your own as he brings your hand to his cheek. You thread your free hand through dense black locks until he is completely at ease in front of you.

“I’m sorry.”

Fingers trace the jut of your hipbone before pulling you in, you count the beats of his heart as you lay your head against his chest wondering how something so erratic could produce a staccato of hope. “Mhm.”

It is nearly morning by the time you’ve finished packing, boxes litter the small space in your room that once made you feel at home. Heat sticks to your back causing small droplets of sweat to slide against your spine, Jimin is still asleep next to you limbs tangled in yours, pouting from a bad dream. You kiss his lips that share the same hue of roses causing him to stir, heavy lids threaten to close as he watches you.

“If you don’t get up we’ll never finish.” The warning is soft but strict as you fold your legs against the floor, wrapping small keepsakes for their quickly approaching departure.

“Maybe that is my exact plan.” The words are captured in the crook of your neck as he kisses you slowly letting each kiss guide the one before it. Hands fasten themselves underneath your shirt as palms take shape against your breast.

“Ji-” You can barely finish the syllables to conjure his name when rocks softly collide against your window. You already know who the perpetrator is when Jimin’s face turns from lust to distaste. None other than the infamous Jeon Jeongguk.

Bright crinkled eyes and wide hands shielding the sun meet your gaze, you’re lethargic as you attempt to lift the windowsill that was locked in place. You watch as climbs in steadily, brushing off whatever hitched a ride onto the inside.

“Y/N!” The wide hands find their way around your back, scooping you against his chest. You can barely catch your breath as he spins you around, oblivious to Jimin’s presence. Jimin clears his throat softly shifting himself against the bed making himself known.

Jeongguk’s  eyes are wide with surprise as he gives him a nod of acknowledgement. The air is suddenly dense with an emotion you can’t place as you watch the interaction between your former lover and your current. The open windows causes the expanse of your bare skin to shiver and prickles stir against your arm. Both men reach for it, as you watch helpless. Jeongguk being as polite as ever let’s Jimin close since he is intruding in his moment after all.

“You’re back from Seoul!” You say in attempt to lighten the grip of the air. Jeongguk gives you the biggest smile, reminding you of when you were younger and empty gaps filled the space where his milk teeth had been.

“Only for spring break, I got in last night. I came by but you’re dad said you weren’t in.” You see his eyes search for emotion within yours. Only Jeongguk knew just how cruel your father could be and how much you’d been wanting to escape. He was the lucky one, snagging a full ride to one of the top music universities in the country; leaving you to fight your own battles for once.

“Yea, Jimin and I were out late last night.” You don’t notice the way you’re suddenly only inches away from Jeongguk , or the way the skin on Jimin’s fists stretches over the bone like elastic. You only notice the way the small dimple indents Jeongguk’s mouth when he bites the inside of his cheek  and the bags that have nestled themselves underneath his eyes. You wonder if he’s been getting enough sleep because he always did sleep better next to you.

“Y/N” Confusion crosses your face as Jeongguk’s lips haven’t moved an inch til you notice the infuriation radiating across Jimin’s features. “We’re dating now.”

Jeongguk chuckles, a noise so heavenly you’d forgotten the way it wrapped around you encompassing the small space of the room.

“I figured.” he mumbles slowly moving his hands into his pockets as he shifts from heel to toe. “I should get going, but Y/N maybe you could come by later tonight we’ll chat like we used to.” You give him a small nod before he turns and disappears out the way he came.


The day seems to drag on slowly as your anticipation builds for the night that lay ahead. Most of the day is spent taping boxes shut and marking them with permanent ink in an effort not to mix up the contents. Jimin doesn’t say much just a ‘yes’ and ‘got it’ every now and then, his mood clearly affected by the morning’s intrusion. You don’t bother asking what’s wrong as you know it will only lead to stale words at a piercing volume that’ll make you regret you ever said anything.

“I’m leaving.” Is the last thing you murmur to him that night as he lays against the bed, fingers idly tapping away on his phone. “Mhm.”

The night seems forlorn as you walk the familiar path to Jeongguk’s house, the humidity blankets the expanse of the weary city as your feet swipe over cracks and dip through puddles. You pick up two stones running the pad of your thumb against their bleak surface before sending them on a cursory flight through the sky. Bright eyes appear at the window, and it feels like a mirror to this morning, as Jeongguk reaches for your arms pulling you in.

“What’s that smell? A disregard for human life?”

“Ha. Ha. Sorry my room’s a mess, I haven’t gotten the chance to clean I guess.”

“Clearly. What were you doing the entire day then?”

“I was with Yoongi, he was the one who dropped me off.” His back is turned as he replies eyes focusing on the drawing on his desk. You stand behind him unconsciously smoothing the unkempt hairs on his head. He reaches a hand out to grab yours placing it against his cheek. You feel guilty from the intimate action, moving your hands behind your back.

“How are Yoongi and the boys lately?” Suddenly Jeongguk is animated by the question as he tells you wild stories of his friends from university. He mentions that the group hasn’t talked much these days lately but the memories are still there, that something odd has caused a rift between Taehyung and Namjoon, Jin had gone off the radar, and Yoongi had met someone knew. But he doesn’t fail to mention  that they were all finding a way to make it up to one another.

It’s two am by the time your laughter has died down and  your stomach can finally catch a break from your continuous fits. Shoulders touch one another as a worn mattress cries out from every shift of weight. “I missed you.”

Fingers reach out to meet your sticky forehead, resting themselves in your hair.  You purse your lips, at the contact not wanting it to end but knowing it shouldn’t begin. “Jeongguk”

At that he’s silently moves a finger to your lips, moving forward, his lips find their place against yours moving in time with the rain that hits the windows softly. The soft glow of the lamp in the corner  illuminates his features as you trace your fingers against the taut skin of his bicep. You question when he filled out when he lifts his shirt above his head revealing months of hard work and dedication. You can’t help the gasp that leaves your lips causing a smirk to form over his smug features.

“Like what you see?”

“Don’t get cocky.” He raises an eyebrow at your response as if he’s been challenged.

He presses his lips to your own parted pair biting your lip, this elicits a moan from you allowing his tongue enough passageway through. Earlier thoughts of Jimin are disparaged as he runs his hand alongside your torso causing goosebumps to raise in the midst. When his hand meets the hem of your jeans, you feel his eyes upon you searching for some sort of signal of yes, you look up nodding slowly uncertainty pricking the back of your neck. He pulls down your jeans along with your underwear carefully, as you lift your shirt above your head.

Jeongguk makes his way up towards your neck leaving tiny love bites, you’re lost in the mere pleasure it gives you until you feel him find his way between your legs. You didn’t realize you had parted your legs unconsciously allowing him access, he licks at you tentatively watching your carefully guarded reactions, it isn’t until your eyes are screwed shut that he dives in licking up your slit to graciously suck on your clit. You grab fistful of auburn hair between your legs till a rush of heat builds in your core.

You’re suddenly inebriated by this moment  wondering if Jimin had ever made you feel this good, you feel drowsy with lust as you lay your head against the sheets.

“I’m not finished with you.”

You’re unaware that the hazel in his eyes has been completely encased by clouds of black. Jimin has never looked at you like this, so carnal and certain that you were going to make you his. Jeongguk’s teeth sink into his bottom lip as he pulls his sweats off, the bulge imprint in his briefs sends a shiver down to your core as you unconsciously guard yourself. He laughs at your reaction promising that it won’t hurt as he uncrosses your legs.

Your mouth goes dry, as he pulls down his briefs guiding your hand to his standing erection. You give it a few pumps causing Jeongguk’s jaw to tighten before taking the tip into your mouth you lap your tongue over it catching the precum that drips out. The taste is salty against your mouth as you take him all in, he groans grabbing a fistful of your hair. His attempts to be patient are futile when you swallow against his length.

He hisses softly through his teeth watching you take all of him in, until the feeling gets more difficult to withstand. You don’t process it right away until you hear the tear of the condom between his teeth, he guides you backwards on the bed pushing a knee between your legs. He rolls the condom down his length guiding it toward your entrance. He was definitely bigger than Jimin length wise but you were sure it was nothing you couldn’t handle.

His hips roll into you with a languid movement, it doesn’t compare to the momentum that builds within your stomach. He moves pushes your leg back testing it’s flexibility as he places it on his shoulder, you’re overcome with pleasure as he hits  a spot that he hadn’t reached before. Soon your hips are rolling in time with his attempting to meet him halfway. You think you’re losing your mind when a white hot light overcomes your vision, Jeongguk moans in reaction letting his own release overtake him.

You don’t know how long you lay there wrapped up within one another, limbs unable to be decipher what belongs to who. Sheens of sweat glisten against both your skin ,the sheets condensing the smell of sex. Your breathing is slow as he glides out of you wrapping the condom up to dispose of in the trash.  You can’t stop your eyes from becoming heavy as the vision of Jeongguk blurs.


“Are you sure you want to leave? This is familiar, everything we know is here, our family, friends, those shitty doughnuts from 7/11..” You chuckle lightly at Jimin’s light rambling, you’ve been apprehensive ever since that night afraid that somehow you wore your shame visibly.

“I’m sure after a few months the familiarity will sink in and soon you won’t even remember ever wanting to stay in Busan.”

“Right. So where’s the infamous Jeon Jeongguk?” Your breathing hitches as he says his name, uncertainty lapping at your tongue.

“I don’t know I haven’t seen him since Tuesday night.”

“How late did you come in? When I stopped by your dad said you hadn’t made it in yet.”

“I don’t remember Jimin, what’s with all the speculation and questioning?”

“I don’t know pardon me if I’m a little inquisitive about my girlfriend’s whereabouts when she’s running around town with her ex.” His voice sounds as calloused by pain as he kicks a box your way to be filled with clothes.

“We weren’t running around town together we were just catching up.”

“Yea whatever.” You scoff unable to stop the words that spill out next.

“You know you’ve never liked him. At least he decided to make something of himself to get out of this shit town.”

“What’s that supposed to mean.” He lowers his eyes towards you throwing his jacket against the bed. You hadn’t meant to say it but somehow your subconscious caught you off guard and slipped in the chance.

“N-n-nothing nothing. I didn’t mean it.”

“You hooked up with him didn’t you.” Your heart stops beating and you swear pictures could develop faster than you could respond. Shaky hands grip the desk as you try to conjure up anything that can save the time and pain. “Go to Seoul on your own. Don’t drag me along out of pity.”


You lean your head against the cemented structure of the train station, your bags weighing down against your shoulders, metaphorically and physically. The last few weeks had exhausted you to the point of no return and that was exactly the way you were going to handle this situation. Once you stepped out of the bounds of Busan you weren’t coming back.

Jeongguk nor Jimin had made the effort to return your phone calls but this was something you expected. The night of your revelation  to Jimin enraged him enough to challenge Jeongguk in the middle of the night. You decided taking sides would be your best option but neither boys were ready to forgive you. The notes you wrote most likely resided on their window sills where you had left them.

The wind caressed your skin and wrapped around you has the train whirred to a stop in front of you, you were one foot onto the platform when you heard his voice.

“Y/N.”

Crashing the LWYMMD Set

It was about 5 hours into the second day of her music video shoot for the lead single of her new album, and Taylor was beyond excited for everyone to see what she had been working on. She always knew that when her and Joseph Kahn worked together they could create something next level. Today they were filming the mountain of Taylor’s scene, and it was pretty surreal to walk on set and see a bunch of girls all dressed like her past selves. Versions of herself that she felt so distant from, yet in some ways still connected to after over ten years of her career. So much had happened to her since she had been most of those girls. While part of her wished that she could go back and experience what is was like to be that naive and innocent, she was really grateful for the place that she was in today, even if it took a really hard year of the media and everyone trying to tare her down for her to get to here. In addition to making her feel a little sentimental, it was also a lot of fun. Taylor had a great time talking with the girls and figure out which one of her self was going to fight another version of herself. She knew it was kind of a crazy concept, but also perfect for the message of the music video.

After they finished filming the first look, Joseph suggested that they all take a short break since Taylor needed to go change into her Junior Jewels tshirt and pajama pants for her next look. While she was changing, she looked down at her phone and noticed a text from her boyfriend, Joe. 

“Hey babe, I wanna come visit you on set! I’m already on my way and I’ll be there in a couple of minutes so you can’t say no now ;)”

 She couldn’t help but smile and role her eyes at Joe’s words. She had been debating letting him come to the set to see her at all. Part of her wanted to make him wait to see the video once it was completely finished in order to make it more of a big surprise. She also kind of loved torturing him a little by making him wait like everyone else to get to see the finished project. But at the same time, she really wanted to see him and it made her heart melt to think that he genuinely cared and really wanted to be there to see her and support her in something that was going to be huge for her career. Apparently Joe made the choice for her and was coming to visit her whether she approved or not, which she was secretly pretty happy about.

 “Okay fine, I guess since you’re already on your way I’ll allow it this time. See you soon babe” Taylor quickly responded.

 After she finished changing, she walked back out on set wearing plaid pajama pants, a new and improved junior jewels tshirt, and glasses with her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. This was by far the most comfortable look of the whole video. All of the different versions of Taylor were scattered around the set chatting, drinking water, and eating some snacks from craft service, while Joseph was busy looking at the footage that they had shot earlier in the day.

 Taylor walked up to Joseph to see how the earlier shots had turned out and was pleased with what she saw for the most part. She could tell that this video was going to look amazing once it was all edited together.

 “Do you want start filming the next scene soon?” Joseph asked while still staring intently at the computer screen.

 “In a couple of minutes. Joe just texted me and told me his was stopping by to visit, and he should be here any second. So I’ll just quickly say hi to him for a minute and then we can get back to work.”

 Just as Taylor finished her sentence, she looked up and saw Joe walking in. She couldn’t help but laugh at the look on his face as he glanced around slightly confused at seeing all of the many different versions of Taylor. He finally made eye contact with the real Taylor and made his way over to his girlfriend. Taylor immediately greeted him with a big hug and a quick kiss.

 “I didn’t know I would be visiting so many of you today” Joe remarked

 “Well I guess I did get to give you a bit of a surprise then” Taylor laughed

 Taylor could feel the eyes of everyone else on the set watching her and Joe’s interaction, so she decided that she should introduce him to everyone else. They walked over closer to where the many other Taylors were all hanging out.

 “So this is my boyfriend Joe, he decided to crash the set today” Taylor explained as she shot Joe a playful look.

 “Sorry I couldn’t resist” Joe shot back as he placed his arm around her and pulled her into him kissing her temple.

 All of the other girls laughed and said hi back to Joe.

 “Well these are all of the different versions of me throughout the years as you can see. Is it weird seeing a ton of different Taylor’s from before you even knew me?” Taylor asked

 “Well I’m actually pretty familiar with this Taylor” Joe responded with a smirk while looking over at his pajama-clad girlfriend. “In fact I would say this is the Taylor I’ve spent the most time with, except normally you’re just stealing one of my tshirts and now you’ve made your own” Joe shot back.

 Taylor playfully hit his arm but couldn’t help but laugh. He wasn’t wrong, a lot of the time that they had spent together in the past several months of their relationship had consisted of chilling in the house that she was renting in London, while watching never ending Netflix marathons and cuddling. To he honest, she loved that. She loved not having to worry about dressing up and doing her hair and makeup and always having to be so perfect and put together for him. He genuinely just loved spending time with her, and it was so nice to just relax and have some normalcy in their relationship.

 “Is this your way of telling me I need to try a little harder more often and change out of my pajamas every once in awhile?” Taylor asked

“Of course not babe, I think you look cute in your pajamas, and you are welcome to steal my tshirts whenever you want” Joe replied with a wink.

 By now all of the different Taylors and Joseph had were all laughing in amusement at the couple’s conversation.

 “Okay love birds, as much as I would love to continue discussing Taylor’s wardrobe choices, I think we should probably start shooting the next look if we want to get everything that we need to done today. Don’t worry you can tell her how beautiful she is when she looks like a mess later.” Joseph spoke up.

 “Hey!,” Taylor shot back pretending to be offended before agreeing, “Okay you’re right, lets start filming then.” She then turned to Joe, telling him,  “Babe if you want to stay a little bit longer and watch you can go sit over there. My mom should be back soon anyways, so you can talk to her while we film.”

 “Of course I’m planning on staying to watch. I want to see all my Taylor’s in action” Joe joked before stealing a quick kiss and walking over to sit down on the side of the set.

 Joe couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face as he watched Taylor in her element, being goofy and cute while fighting with the other versions of herself. The fact that she even seemed incredibly excited about being kicked in the face by another Taylor was super endearing, and it showed how much she loved doing this. He could tell that she truly enjoyed her job, even though there were definitely some hard aspects of it.

 He continued watching her and caught up with Andrea once she returned and took a seat next to him. They couldn’t help but laugh as Taylor continued to act out the scenes. He was so happy just watching her that he didn’t even realize he had already been there for hours. He heard Joseph say “that’s a wrap, we’re done for the night,” distracting him from his conversation with Andrea.

 Once they decided to stop for the night, Taylor immediately ran over to where Joe and her mom were seated and gave them both a big hug, before turning to Joe and remarking,

 “I can’t believe you actually stayed for the whole shoot. You just sat and watched me act like a complete dork for hours. You really didn’t have to stay the whole time.”

 “I wanted to stay, it was fun to get to see you working. Plus you just looked so cute as your 18 year old band geek self, how was I supposed to leave?” Joe teased, causing Taylor to blush a little bit as she laughed at his remark.

 Her mom cut in, commenting, “I happen to agree, I think that she has always been super adorable at every age” she joked. “You looked great today honey! I can’t wait to see the final video when it’s finished!”

 “Speaking of that, we should probably head home because it’s already super late and I have to be back early tomorrow morning, so I should probably go get some sleep tonight” Taylor noted.

 “Well I drove here so I can just drive us back if you want to have one of the guys drop your mom at home,” Joe suggested.

 Taylor looked over at her mom before asking, “Mom is that cool with you?”

 “That sounds good honey. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Go get some rest.” Andrea responded hugging both Taylor and Joe before turning to leave.

 The couple then proceeded to walk out to Joe’s car hand in hand laughing and joking about the day. Taylor couldn’t help but smile at how normal this felt. Walking out to the car with her boyfriend to drive home. There were no cameras or paparazzi at the moment, and she was beyond grateful to have Joe in her life.

 Once they got in the car Joe immediately reached out to hold on to her hand and she looked up at him and said “thank you for coming today. Really it meant a lot to me” with an obvious sense of sincerity. “Of course babe, I wouldn’t miss it. Now lets get you home, so you can get some rest.”

the parent trap pt8 // archie andrews

The Parent Trap (8/12)

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Summary-Archie and (Y/N) separate, splitting their twin daughters between them. what happens when ten years later, the pair seem to be reunited in a twist of fate at summer camp?

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After the lunch, Aria and Amelia spent the rest of the day planning a way to convince their mother to fly out to San Francisco within the week. Aria hated Miranda, she was loud and high pitched and extremely obnoxious. Even the dog eyed her suspiciously. She noticed the glares that the dark haired woman would send her whenever her father left the room, uttering words that started with ‘Listen up you little rat,’. Lillian watched on amused knowing that Archie would leave her the moment herself and Amelia told him about her behaviour whenever she left the room.

Lillian strongly believed that Archie and (Y/N) would be reunited soon. She had never seen a couple so in love with each other even at a young age. No love was meant to end like that.

“Aria, how do we convince mom to fly out to San Francisco for Saturday? It’s near impossible.”

Aria smirked as she saw her auntie Betty and auntie Veronica approach the house next door from her bedroom window. “Give me a minute, Mel, I’ll call back soon.” she spoke, throwing her phone on to the bed and rushing downstairs. Aria was aware that her plan could go wrong but there was no other way. She knew that these two women would be able to convince her mum.

“Auntie Betty! Auntie Veronica! Wait!” she said, out of breath from running. The two women looked at each other and at the girl that now stood before them.

“Aria?” Betty asked, the confusion in her voice was clear and it made Veronica chuckle. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s a long story, I’m guessing?” Veronica raised her eyebrow at the younger girl “Come inside, tell us all about it.”

“Well, you see, I met Amelia at camp. At first I thought she was really, really annoying but then we got sent to solitary confinement and she found that picture of dad that mum gave me.” Aria explained, looking up at the two women. Both their expressions held a look of confusion and worry, which made her laugh a little. “And then we did a little digging, she had the other half of the picture. Then I realised, that she was the child in the picture with my father. I had always assumed it was her. Then we decided to swap places.”

“So why are you telling us this? Do you want to go home? I can call your mom.” Betty said, the confusion in her voice previously had been replaced with worry, her expression had become softer and she looked at Aria with a frown that made her worry come through more clearer.

“No, it’s not that! Amelia and I, well, mainly me, want mum and dad to reunite and thats where I need your help.” Veronica instantly shook her head causing Aria to pout “Please auntie Ronnie! I’m begging. I don’t want dad to marry obnoxious Miranda. Even Toby doesn’t like her and he likes everyone!”

“Wait a minute, what do you mean your dad is marrying Miranda? Who is she?” Veronica asked.

Kevin picked up the grape before throwing it at the couple that sat before him. “You guys make me sick.” he said, before repeating his previous actions, making (Y/N) roll her eyes at her friend.

“Aren’t you used to them by now, Keller? They’ve been like this since forever.” Cheryl said, making the group look up at her. “They’re,” she paused for a while “Cute.” Her tone was filled with disgust. Making Veronica laugh slightly. ‘No one actually asked for your opinion’ she thought.

“You know, I think the day you two stop being like this, the day the world ends. You two have been together since we were in grade school. Now we’re freshmen and you guys are still going strong! I mean Jason Blossom has been after you, (Y/N), since before you and Archibald got together. It’s nuts!” Kevin spoke “I’m not saying anything Archie, but it’s Jason Blossom and well you’re you.”

(Y/N) burst out into a fit of laughter, unable to contain it, she had never expected Kevin to come out with that. Archie playfully smacked (Y/N)’s arm at her reaction towards Kevin’s comment. “In all honesty, I’d break up with (Y/N) for Jason Blossom.” Archie commented, sending a wink in his girlfriend’s direction.

Aria looked up at her two aunties, her eyes pleading for them to say yes. They both had already promised not to tell Archie about the swap. “Fine, Aria, you know I can never say no to you. I’ll speak to her tonight.” Veronica spoke “I don’t care what you think Bet, we’re doing this.”

Aria jumped up, wrapping her arms around Veronica’s neck. “You guys are the best!”

Lillian sat watching the flame haired pace back and forth as she spoke on the phone. Curiosity got the best of her and before she could even think, she was already making her way towards the girl.

“So has mum agreed?” the girl spoke, her accent taking Lillian by surprise.

“Aria?” Jughead shouted, his voice echoing around the house. Immediately the young girl came running out of his office. Aria’s eyebrow was raised at her uncle, almost as if she was expecting something. Jughead lowered his voice as the girl stopped in front of him. “It’s time to let her know, Lia.”

Lillian felt tears prick her eyes, she couldn’t believe her ears. The girl she had longed to see grow up alongside Amelia was right in front of her. She wanted nothing more than to cup her face, taking everything in and also listen to the way her accent made the simplest sentences sound ridiculously elegant. She frankly couldn’t believe what Aria had just told her. Meeting at camp, finding out about each other and then trading places. “Lil why are you crying?” Archie asked as he walked out onto the patio.

“She’s so beautiful,” she said, her voice cracking as her words came out “She’s just amazing. I love her.” Lillian slowly stepped into the house, her gaze staying on Aria.

Amelia ran into (Y/N)’s bed, immediately hiding under her mother’s sheets. (Y/N) flinched slightly as her daughter cuddled into her side. “What’s wrong, darling?”

“I’m leaving town.”

“To do what, exactly?” (Y/N) was amused at her daughter’s situation and held back her laughter, knowing her daughter was somehow distressed.

“I need to go see Aria!” Amelia exclaimed, pushing the sheets off her face. “That’s why Aunt Veronica and Aunt Betty wants you to come out to San Francisco. So you can un-swap us!”

(Y/N)’s face immediately softened and the laugh she was holding back suddenly disappeared. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She was unsure of whether to believe it was happening or whether she was still asleep. After all it was only half past eight in the morning. She looked down at her daughter, pushing her hair from her face and kissing her forehead “You promise you’re not playing a cruel prank on me?”

“Mom, I’m Amelia and Aria is over in Riverdale with Archie Andrews aka our dad.” Amelia frowned “But now you definitely have to un-swap us!”

“Amelia, darling, why didn’t you tell me earlier? Aren’t you missing your father?”

“Mom, I miss dad so much but I wanted to meet you and find out what you were like and Aria felt the same way with dad so we switched places. Mom, I just really want you to love me the way you love Aria.”

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around Amelia and pulled her closer to her chest. “Oh sweetheart, I do love you. I think about you every single day and I frankly can’t quite believe that you’re with me, but Amelia, you do realise that you belong with your father and Aria belongs with me. We agreed on that and I don’t really want to break your father’s heart.”

“But moooooom!” Amelia whined, causing Jughead to let out a loud laughter that echoed throughout (Y/N)’s room “You already have so what’s one more heartbreak?”

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Special Disclaimer: Gabby, maybe don’t read this, as it touches on the idea I mused over regarding Alice and how she got her holy powers.

So I’ve fallen in love with @the-vampire-inside-me‘s Inkborne AU. I’m not very sure what a lot of the backstory is in it yet– for example, whether or not Joey was abusive, whether or not he made Boris, Bendy, or Alice, or how quickly the Ink made the place decay, or… a timeline in general. But my brain sure wanted to find out, and it had the idea that this Bendy and Alice have a very strained relationship, and so this thing happened that assumes a looooooot of things about… everything I just mentioned. And explores why that relationship is strained. Trigger warning for talk about torture because boy howdy. Joey was. Yeah, he was a special kind of dick.

So anyway, have this drabble, otherwise titled “I write angst to deeply unfitting music.”

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Early Warnings of Domestic Abuse

I’m watching this new HBO show called Big Little Lies on HBO and a scene in the second episode really seemed to hit home for me. Alexander Scarsgard (I’m so sad that he’s playing an asshole character. I loved him as Erik Northman ;_;) is fighting with Nicole Kidman’s character, his wife and he becomes violent and abusive towards her. But as soon as he had hit and pushed her he immediately apologized profusely, trying to act sympathetic and sweet.

What bothered me was it all seemed so much like what my ex would do and that really scares me. He never physically abused me. But he was manipulative and emotionally abusive. He would do something wrong or would treat me badly and then would immediately beg for forgiveness and pretend he was very sorry even though clearly he wasn’t because actions repeated themselves. I was lucky enough to notice a pattern forming and to become fed up with his behavior roughly 6 months in and I broke things off. It really scares me though because things could have taken a turn for the worst.

I really wanted to post this on here as a PSA so that anyone in a relationship like this gets out. Yes, it is abusive! And behavior like this is textbook, many relationships that start like this end in physical abuse. Take note of the signs and educate yourself on what abusive partners do. It may not look like abuse or even seem like a warning sign but it very well might be.

Some early warning signs of abuse:

  • Not every charming, romantic date will have bad intentions but just keep this in mind. Abusive partners tend to start out by trying to be very romantic, sweet and charming. They will do anything to woo you and to capture your heart. If it seems too good to be true, it may well be. They do this to distract you from anything they do that is negative. When I first started dating my ex he was ridiculously charming - on our first date he opened doors for me and would give me gifts. And he continued to try to do such things to cover up the way he would become overbearing and manipulative.
  • They will want the relationship to progress quickly. They tend to move too quickly. After just dating for 2 weeks, my ex began mentioning marriage and wanting to spend the rest of his life with me. Within a month he was talking about plans of where to spend Christmas. Everything with him was far too quickly, like he needed to lay some sort of claim on me.
  • They will start to become controlling and jealous. I never experienced the jealousy from my ex - unless I went out with friends instead of spending my day on the phone with him but he gradually became really controlling. It got to the point where he constantly needed to be on the phone with me when we weren’t together. Every little bit of my free time was consumed by him. He tried to isolate me and keep me from seeing my friends and only spend time with him. I couldn’t even take a shower without bringing the phone with me. If I didn’t call him back or if I was angry and ignoring his phone calls he would continuously call me, then my house phone and sometimes my mother.
  • They will flip flop between being sweet and being a nightmare. My ex definitely did this, which I guess is why I stayed enamored by him for so long. He would do things that bothered me even when I continually would tell him not to. He would ignore me when I was talking. He would do disrespectful things around my friends, he would only think of himself and make me feel an inch tall. And then he could be sweet and caring when I became really upset. He would make me feel guilty for yelling at him or being upset with him.
  • The biggest warning sign and the one that caused me to wake up was that they will play the victim. My ex constantly did this. It didn’t matter if he was at fault, he was so good at manipulating others that he would make it seem like he never did anything wrong. Our entire relationship he portrayed his parents as cruel people and his mother abusive. This was not the case at all, they were very sweet people, he just treated them very badly and acted like the victim when they yelled at him for doing something bad. He was fired from his job? Not his fault, they screwed him over.  He spent all of his money on something for himself and now his plans to take me out for my birthday are ruined? Oh no, he was working very hard and I was the asshole for getting upset. Things like these are gigantic red flags! Abusers never truly own up to doing anything wrong. I know, some claim to and say “I will change.” but that is just an illusion to get you to see past them doing the same old shit as before.   

I broke up with him after an incident where he degraded me, disrespected me and showed no care for anyone but himself. I was tired of being emotionally drained and constantly upset and having to try so hard to make the relationship work. Post breakup he of course played the victim. I was the bad guy for breaking his heart. I was terrible for breaking up with him and ignoring him when he begged for me back.

Texbook abuser behavior. I later found out after a few of his other ex girlfriends came forward that he physically and sexually abused a few ladies. So please, consider these signs if your significant other does these things. You deserve much better than that. If anyone in a similar situation needs to talk you can feel free to message me.

Coat (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Word Count: 1634

Genre: Umm… diet smut? Smut lite? Smut zero? It’s not full on smut but it’s mildly dirty.

Request/Summary: Jefferson won’t stop arguing with Hamilton and you’ve tasked yourself with finding a way to shut him up.

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

AU: Hamiltime

Warnings: Again, mildly dirty. This is also some really sucky writing… it’s not my day (read this and find out one of the reasons I don’t write smut…).

A/N- Yes, I do write Jefferson but keep in mind that I think historical Jefferson was an evil dick. I write for Jefferson from the play. 


“Thomas Jefferson take off that coat right now or so help me god, I will burn it.” You told your courter as he stepped into the hallway where you were waiting.

“You know you love it.” He grinned, dipping you extravagantly and kissing your lips.

“I really don’t.” You tapped his nose once you were upright again. “Change your coat.”

“Please darling, we’re going to be late already.” He complained, pushing you out the door.

“And who’s fault is that?” You asked raising your eyebrows.

“I love you.” He said, leaning in for a kiss. You stopped his lips with your finger and he frowned.

“Not while you’re wearing that ridiculous magenta coat.” You said smugly. He sighed.

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