a rush of queues to the head

Truth or Dare - Jughead Jones x Reader (w/ a lil’Bughead)

REQUEST: Hi could you write a jughead x reader where they play never have i ever/ truth or dare and she has to confess her feelings for jughead? hope that makes sense

Hi! I love your writing, and I was wondering if I can make a request. Could you write an imagine where there is kind of a love triangle between Betty, Jughead, and the reader? Thank you!

Betty x Jughead + Jughead x Reader + Jughead x Reader (platonic) + Veronica being bae

Words: 3,014 (not proofread <3)

Warnings: Cheeky bit of swearing :3

“Are you sure you’re okay (Y/N)?” Veronica was watching you carefully, wary of you pointedly glaring at your former best friend down the hall. You’d always been close to Betty Cooper, until she started dating your long-term crush, (which she knew about) Jughead Jones. You didn’t blame her, he was a great guy, beautiful and intelligent. She even asked if you were okay with her making a move on him and you had let him slip between your fingers. You had nobody to blame but yourself, but that hadn’t stopped the strain on your relationship.

Veronica was just as disappointed and distraught as you were. She’d been planning to finally let Betty know about her feelings. You’d noticed that fake enthusiasm she adorned when Betty and Jughead walked into Pop’s hand in hand. You would recognise that fake enthusiasm anywhere, as it was constantly reflected in your own eyes.

“I’m fine Ronnie,” You turned back to your locker and slammed it shut, causing some people to turn and give you funny looks. “What?!” You snapped, as you took Ronnie’s hand and dragged her through the crowds of staring students, getting away from any attention. You refused to make eye contact with the happy couple when you passed them. 


You sat in Chemistry, twirling your pencil as you failed to get anywhere with the equations on the worksheet in front of you. The chair beside you screeched as someone pulled it back to sit down. You looked up to see Archie Andrews, staring at you knowingly. He looked like he had something to say, and you weren’t going to be the one to start conversation.

“You look… tense. Like, something is troubling you?” Archie pried, searching your face.

“What are you now, my therapist?” You scoffed, turning your eyes back to your work but you could still feel his eyes on you. He let out a heavy sigh.

“Ronnie told me to remind you that tonight is the annual group sleepover, and if you’re not there, she’ll skin you alive and turn you into a designer handbag,” His tone sounded amused and you couldn’t help but grin.

“She would, wouldn’t she. You can tell her I’m not coming, I don’t feel like it,” You were hoping Archie would leave you alone, but he looked even more concerned than before.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You were excited about it up until a few weeks ago.”

Yeah well that’s because a few weeks ago, Jughead didn’t have his arm around the perfect girl next door. The girl who was everything you weren’t

You suddenly felt ashamed. That was uncalled for, Betty Cooper wasn’t perfect and she wasn’t the girl next door. She had confided in you about how she hated those words, how nobody knew what was really on the inside. Maybe Jughead was a good match for her, they could really help each other out.

“Earth to (Y/N)?!” Archie waved a hand in front of your face and you turned your head to him sharply. He sighed again.

“Look, please (Y/N)? She won’t just shoot you, she’ll shoot the messenger… and that’s me! You could do with some time off from whatever the hell has got you so moody,” He pleaded. He clasped his hands together in the traditional begging position, and you were almost expecting him to get on his knees.

What you don’t understand is that Ronnie’s sleepover is the closest to my problems that I could get right now.

You shook your head. It would be selfish to bail out on your friends. Putting all of your grudges behind you, you reluctantly agreed, causing Archie to skip back to his seat with joy.

This was going to be a mistake and you knew it.


“I’ll be honest (Y/N), I was worried that you weren’t coming,” Veronica grinned at you as you helped her sort out bowls of snacks. You had came home from school and gone straight to her house, to help her set up. Nobody else would be arriving for another hour or so.

“I didn’t exactly want to at first,” You admitted, trying not to sound rude. Veronica put the stack of plates she was carrying down and turned to you, gripping you by the shoulders.

“If you don’t want to be here, then go home. I’d rather you weren’t uncomfortable sweetie,” Veronica pulled you in for a gentle hug, which happened often thanks to her affectionate nature. Before you could object to what she was saying, your phone vibrated loudly in your pocket, causing the two of you to pull apart. 

“Sorry,” You smiled sheepishly at her and she shook her head dismissively, gesturing for you to check whoever was texting you.

You walked off to the living room and pulled out your phone, only to notice a stream of texts from… Jughead.

Jug 💖: r u going to be at ronnies?

Jug💖: pls (Y/N)

Jug💖: should i bother going?

You sighed, but couldn’t help smiling at the thought that he came to you.

Me: already there, setting up. hbu?

It didn’t take him long to respond.

Jug💖: i’ll go i guess, for the food

Me: typical jones

Jug💖: :) what are we even having food wise?

Me: Pop’s order, i have to go and get it, wdyw?

Jug💖: idk, depends on ma mood

You bit your lip. This was your chance. You’d felt so awkward around him that you’d been avoiding him, but now was the perfect chance to actually see if you could make a friendship work out of this.

Me: how about i meet you there and you can decide in the moment? c;

You crossed your fingers, hoping he would say yes

Jug💖: See you in 10 ;)

You let out a small squeal of happiness, before putting your phone back in your pocket and rushing to get your coat off of one of Veronica’s hangers. Suddenly you froze. This was a terrible idea, you wouldn’t know what to say. The feelings that you felt weren’t just going to disappear out of thin air, even if you tried to respect their relationship, that’s not how it works. You buried your head in Ronnie’s sea of fur coats and groaned. 

“Okay, what are you doing?” Veronica laughed, pulling you out of her clothes and giving you a funny look.

“I have to go get food,” You whispered, before finally taking your coat, and rushing out the door. Veronica stood there, bewildered, before shrugging and heading back to her room to edit the “Squad Spotify Playlist”.


“Ronnie will want water with that,” You smiled at Pop, who was working diligently. The diner was pretty busy that night, and you felt self conscious with a queue behind you whilst you ordered for 5 people. Annoyingly, Jughead was taking his time, scanning over the menu for awhile despite practically knowing it off by heart.

“What about you Jughead?” Pop gestured to his most loyal customer. 

“Hmm.” Was his response, which caused you to roll your eyes. He always did this, classic Juggie. 

“Hurry up, or I’ll order for you,” You threatened and he snapped out of his absentminded thought session immediately.

“I’ll take a cheeseburger with fries and a coke please.”

You heard people in the queue behind you sigh in relief and you scoffed.

“Really? “It depends on the mood” you say. That’s your order every single damn time we come here Jug.” 

He shook his head. “Actually, sometimes I get Dr Pepper,” He shoved you playfully and you giggled, shoving him back. 

“And lastly, what about Betty?” Pop knew about your meet ups, so of course he expected Betty to need an order as well.

Suddenly, the play fighting and friendly messing around with Jughead meant nothing, and you were back to feeling uncomfortable. Pop noticed the sudden change in mood, but didn’t question it and instead turned to Jughead.

“Uh, she’ll probably have a hot dog with fries, a small salad and a coke,” He also noticed you looking sheepish and was about to say something when you interrupted him.

“Fanta.” You mumbled, which caused both Pop and Jughead to look at you.

“What?” 

“Betty would want Fanta,” You smiled sadly. 

“Is something going on between you and Bets?” He whispered in your ear, discretely, as Pop looked down to change the order but you decided to ignore him.

“Anything else?” Pop grinned at the two of you. 

“You know what, some onion rings and garlic bread would be nice too, I’m starving,” You tried to ease the slight tension that had formed. Jughead left your side to sit down in his usual booth, waiting for the food to be cooked. Once you paid Pop in advance, you made your way over to the booth and sat across from him. Jughead looked distracted, his mind elsewhere as he stared out the diner window. You decided you wouldn’t bother trying to make conversation, so instead, the two of you waited in silence.

There wasn’t even much banter on the way back to Veronica’s.


The layout was simple, two long parallel couches in Veronica’s living room. On one couch, Archie and Veronica who were currently discussing Archie’s music. On the other couch, Betty and Jughead. His right leg was lazily strewn over her lap, and she was tracing circles on his feet. You were watching over everyone from the kitchen. It would be too awkward to ask Betty or Jughead to move from their spaced out position so you could sit down, and it would be awkward watching them head on from the other couch. So you sat alone, eating to your hearts desire.

“Hey (Y/N),” You looked up from your food stash to see Jughead. He was sat casually on the counter but you’d been so distracted you hadn’t noticed him come over. He was looking at you with concern, searching your face for any signs of illness or something unusual. 

“Hi,” You reached for the onion ring bowl, but he took it from you and began to devour them fast. You let out a frustrated grunt before shoving him off the counter and jumping on him.

“You should know not to mess with someone’s food!” You laughed, whacking him repeatedly with his beanie. He was laughing too, trying to shove you off of him as you mercilessly hit him with his hat. Suddenly you noticed his eyes go wide, staring at the ceiling above you.

You followed his gaze, your whole posture relaxing and that’s when you realised you made a mistake. Your weakest spot was exposed and vulnerable. Before you could do anything, Jughead had lurched forward, relentlessly tickling your sides. You burst into a fit of giggles, trying to roll away from him but failing.

“Ju-Juggg-Jug stop. Stop I can’t breathe,” You continued to giggle, trying to swat your hands at him. He stopped when you realised you did actually look like you needed some air and got off of you. You stared at each other, panting before bursting out into another round of laughter. His hair was messy from your teasing and your cheeks were flushed pink.

“Hey guys,” a voice came from behind the two of you and you turned around. Betty was standing there, her hands clasped together and an awkward smile fixed on her face. You realised how this must look awful, although you were sure that Betty had seen that you were only tickling one another. Jughead got up, stuttering as if trying to explain himself, before lending a hand out to you to help you up. You dusted yourself off before attempting to walk past the two. Betty stuck a hand out though, stopping you in your path. “(Y/N), can we talk?” She looked at you pleadingly. You didn’t have the heart to reject her.

“Sure Bets,” You nodded and she smiled up at you. That was the first time you had called her by her nickname over the past few weeks. Betty made eye contact with Jughead, signalling that she wanted to speak to you alone.

“(Y/N), I need you to be honest with me. We’ve known each other for so long that I can always tell when you’re lying so don’t you even try that with me. I keep trying to talk to you and you’ve either avoided me or you’ve been blowing me off,” She looked upset and you felt a pang of guilt. You pulled her in for a short-lived but sweet hug.

“I’m sorry Betty, I’ve been a bitch,” You sighed with regret but Betty looked distant, as if she was trying to figure something out. 

She hesitated before saying, “(Y/N), be honest, do yo-” 

“Get over here people! We’re gonna play a little game. And I mean right now!” Veronica’s voice called from the other room. You knew she would drag you in by the ear if you didn’t get there fast enough. The girl knows what she wants.

“I’m sorry Betty, I promise we’ll talk later okay,” You patted her on the shoulder before walking into the living room to sit next to Jughead on one of the couches. Betty followed reluctantly, giving Veronica an annoyed look that she willingly ignored.

“We’re going classic folks, how about a little game of Truth or Dare?” She clapped her hands excitedly. You would bother objecting, but it really wasn’t going to do much.

“Seriously Veronica?” Jughead looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him up, but as expected, Veronica didn’t give two shits.

“Yup!” She seemed to be enjoying everyone else’s despair. Archie tried to lighten up and seem enthusiastic, but even he was a bit scared.


After a couple of stiff rounds, the game actually got pretty fun. Everyone let loose a bit and just enjoyed themselves, which is exactly what you needed.

You’d learnt that Veronica had trophies from professional ballroom dancing competitions as a child, Archie could do 97 pushups in a minute, Jughead could walk like an orangutang, Betty ran away from home once and you had a lot of double joints. It was interesting to learn all these quirky, dumb things about each other which could be used as conversation starters in the future.

As the game went on though, Betty kept trying to pull you aside. Somehow though, you would always get interrupted by someone else or the happenings of the game, and you couldn’t find the time to sit down and have a proper chat with her like she wanted. Betty was obviously growing frustrated and impatient, as demonstrated by her increasingly stubborn mood.

After Betty had ran around, touching every single wall in the Lodge apartment, it was her turn to ask. 

“(Y/N), truth or dare,” She looked determined and you actually felt quite intimidated.

“Uhm, truth I guess,” You picked with the sleeves of your sweater nervously.

“Remember I can tell when you’re lying so don’t even try to pull one on me. Do you or do you not still have feelings for Jughead?” 

The flat fell silent, your face drained of all colour and you swore you could see stars.

“Betty, I don’t th-” Veronica began, attempting to defend you but Betty silenced her with a glare.

“Please (Y/N), I have to know,” She turned to you, a pleading look in her eyes.

“Still?” Jughead was staring at the floor, his eyes wide and mind racing. He looked up at you and you hurriedly looked away. You hated the feel of his eyes burning into you, searching for answers. It made your skin crawl and shiver.

“Yes,” You mumbled inaudibly. Veronica and Archie’s faces displayed awkwardness and pity as they tried to blend into the background of the conversation.

“Wha-” Betty didn’t even get to finish.

“YES BETTY! Yes I do, is that the answer you wanted to hear? Does it satisfy you to know that you’ve made me feel so useless and doubtful of myself? Is that what you wanted? I’m sorry that I’m not the perfect fucking girl next door, I’m sorry I can’t live up to anyone’s standards. I-i…I’m done,” You snapped at her. Jughead’s mouth was opening and closing, his tongue trying to form words as he stuttered, trying to comprehend everything. Betty shrunk back into her seat, her eyes brimmed with tears and cheeks flaming pink, perhaps with guilt or embarrassment.

You weren’t sticking around to find out. You stood up so fast you felt dizzy, and stumbled around a bit before finally picking up your bags and racing out the door. Your vision was clouded with tears as you tried to make your way down the hall to the elevator. Suddenly you were pressed against the wall and caged between someone’s arms. Wiping away the tears, you saw Jughead, staring at you with an expression that you couldn’t describe. 

“(Y/N) lo-,” he began but you pushed him off and stopped him before he even began.

“No Jughead. P-please don’t. I said some horrible, unnecessary things to your girlfriend back there and you’ve made it worse by following me out here. I’m sorry for what I said, I need to tell her that personally though. Right now, you need to get your ass back in there and take care of her. She loves you and you love her. And I love you too, and I’ll never stop loving you, probably more than I’ll ever love anyone else. But I love my friends too, and I’ve already trashed one of them. Go be with Betty and be the boyfriend she deserves, okay?” You felt a surge of power and confidence through your words, and you refused to break eye contact with the boy ahead of you. He just nodded wordlessly.

Suddenly he stepped forwards, he seemed to be contemplating something. You were frozen to the spot.

“I love her (Y/N), and I too, will always love you, don’t forget that,” His voice broke through his words and you nodded in response. He began to walk back to the door before he stopped, turned around and ran up to you, grabbing your cheeks and pulling you into a tender but salty kiss. You felt stiff at first, before reaching up to gently place your palms over the cold hands that so delicately framed your cheeks. It was passionate and soft and your lips interlocked with one another’s like puzzle pieces. It didn’t feel right though, not at the root. As you pulled away, you both felt yourself come to an closure with your eyes. No words needed to be exchanged.

Never again. He walked off, back to the flat, back to his girlfriend.

Nothing wrong with a lil’ game of Truth or Dare.


I like this one more than I like the last one :) There most likely will not be a part2 and the reader + juggie do not mostly likely end up together. The ending was not supposed to be a “OMG I SHOULD HAVE BEEN WITH YOU ALL THIS TIME,” it was more of a, ‘what could have been’ if you get me?

I mean I could make an alternate ending using the classic “Betty will understand” ( @betty-coopers-number-one-stan @kingpendleton @satanwithstardust @jugheadjns @pendletonthethird )

oh and I’ve been forced to tag @mrsjugheadjonesthethird

#272: You And Your Child Visit Him At Work | CEO!AU

A/N: 

Heeey in case you haven’t noticed I currently have a fanfiction going on which is pretty cool and CEO!Luke. It’s called When We Collide and is a classical one with Y/N being his assistant but with a huge twist! Go check it out if you’d like :3 

Requested: Yes //  Find my Masterlist here

Luke:

“Look who’s here!” Luke barely got the chance to turn around on his chair when the sound of your voice echoed in his office. Neither did you get the chance to open the door fully before your son had sprinted into the office without hesitation. He was searching for one thing and that was his dad. “But you weren’t supposed to be here before I was off.” Luke asked a bit confused and stood up from his chair, feeling William collide right into his knees. “I know.” You grinned and walked forward to give him a kiss, “But I don’t know who was most impatient, him or me. So we decided to show up a little bit before. Just so he could see you working.” “Well what a nice visit.” Luke smiled and lifted William up so he could place him in his chair. He was definitely too small for the large space, he looked smaller than he already was but it couldn’t compare to the large smile on his face. “Here.” Luke grinned as you took a seat on the couch and watched them. He loosened the tie around his neck and wrapped it around William instead. Too long for him to use but it was all worth it because of his reaction. “Look who’s the CEO now.” Luke grinned widely and walked around the desk to take a seat in front of him. “Give him your best impression, honey.” You suggested and folded your hands together, the scene was so adorable. William looked unsure for a second deep in thought but then it happened. “Daddy, you’re fired!” Both your eyes widened in surprise by the stern words coming from your son, but the apple didn’t seem to fall that far from the tree. “I am?” Luke asked a bit surprised but he was laughing. It was the funniest thing he had heard in a long time, especially when it came from his son. “Maybe you’re saying that too much.” You mumbled but he shook his head in disagreement. “It doesn’t matter.” He grinned over and ran his hair through William’s blond hair. “I’m proud.”

Calum:

“I’m so sorry.” You were quick to say once you rushed into the office with an apologizing face. You weren’t supposed to be out for that long but deciding to be the one to pick out lunch at the same time as everyone else you couldn’t avoid the long queues. Calum had said it would be okay to look after Willow until you came back it was after all only a small visit for lunch you had decided to do. With his busy schedule it was hard to find days to do something together so you had to do things the way it was at his office. “I hope it didn’t ruin anything that I was gone for that long.” “Actually,” Calum spoke and looked down at Willow with a secret smile on his face. “She just starred in her first ever office meeting. It wasn’t something I could cancel that urgent so it had to be done with her on my lap.” She was having the most excited smile on her face but still kept quiet because she still felt like she had to. She was also this secret, there was something between them that you couldn’t get into. “And that went well. Did you control everything?” You asked excited and met your daughter’s eyes. She nodded her head proudly in agreement, it was funny to see how much she enjoyed being here. “She was the one saying hello to everyone. They were pretty surprised to see a child on my lap.” Calum explained and rolled the chair out to place Willow on the floor and let her run towards you instead. “They said they didn’t believe I could have a sweet side.” You laughed quietly by his words and leaned down to pick up Willow and embrace her in your arms. “Well I understand that.” You said and removed some hair away from her face. “You go from being the big boss to a sudden sweetheart. You shouldn’t be showing your weak side like that.” “No, they’ve finally figured out my weakness.” Calum said and nodded his head in agreement, deciding to give a kiss on each of your cheeks happily.

Michael:

“Your majesty.” Michael politely said and grabbed the crown of his head to bow down. The excited smile on Celeste’s face was worth everything and her small ponytails were flying back and forth by her movements. The pink skirt she was wearing completely presented who she was, his little princess. His office looked nothing like the same. It wasn’t supposed to end out like this but Michael was secretly a playful father and when he got the chance he turned a game into something else. The whole floor was covered in toys and whatever you had brought with you for a visit at work. She wasn’t supposed to disturb his work like this but with Michael’s lack of concentration when you were there it was okay. “This way dad.” She pointed happily and started to twirl around. Michael nodded his head in agreement and placed the crown back on his head after bending down. They started to run around the desk you had been placed at, watching them fool around and giggle loudly. You knew Michael had some work to do and it was probably the best idea that he focused on it but the small moment in front of you was too adorable to disturb. Your thoughts seemed to come true though when the door suddenly opened. Michael and Celeste froze in track by the sound and looked over to see two males stand with confused gazes wondering what was going on. “Mr. Maverick, “Mr. Johnson. I will be ready for our meeting within two minutes.” Michael’s face had turned pale and the room had become completely silent but you had to do everything in your power not to laugh. “Give us a second.” Michael explained and quickly took the crown off his head to be a little more professional. But the second the two colleagues in dress shirts left the office he put it right back on his head. “Two minutes more girls.” He said daringly and within seconds the office had turned into a play ground again, giggles filling the air all at once in excitement. 

Ashton:

“Oh my god! Would you look at you!” Ashton barely got the chance to stand up from his chair before Daniel was sprinting towards him, almost knocking down something during the process. The sleeves of his dress shirt was far too long but nicely folded just for the occasion. It wasn’t often he was brought with you for work but today was something different and he wanted to stand out. Everything he was going to wear needed to be something Ashton also owned, they had to be identical twins. “Your assistant also thought he looked handsome.” You smiled and watched Ashton lean down to take Daniel up and let him sit on his lap. They looked exactly alike, it all was there. The nice dress shirt, the tie and the curly locks that they both shared. “He is handsome.” Ashton said completely impressed by the effort. He loved every single moment with his son and to see this meant the world to him. “You think I am? It’s too big for me.” He sounded a little bit worried but Ashton had no idea. He knew when he saw a star and that was everything about his son. “Of course I do. You will grow out of it eventually, one day you will fit it perfectly. But why didn’t you want me to just buy a personalized one that would match your body size?” He asked with a bit of wonder and Daniel stood up on his lap. He was baffling his hands in the air to express himself and Ashton decided to take his hands to not make him fall. “Because I wanted to look exactly like you dad.” He explained and Ashton had a bit of wonder on his face. “We took the clothes from your closet. I hope you don’t mind.” You said the last bit a little bit quieter, knowing that he did in fact not mind. “Of course not. It’s worth everything.” Ashton said in honesty, helping out Daniel just to make sure that his tie was sitting more correctly. The proud smile on his face was everything.

That’s How Easy Love Can Be

Summary: An alphabetical journey of Phil’s 26 favourite things about Dan–along with a special surprise at the end–may just make Dan’s 26th birthday his best one yet.

Word Count: 6.3k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: existential crisis (but it’s super tiny), swearing

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAN!!! I hope he’s having the best day with lots of food and plenty of love from Phil, he truly deserves it. I think 26 will bring some really great things for him and I honestly can’t wait to see what this next year will bring. I hope you enjoy!!

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Never Doubt Yourself

Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Summary: Bucky has fallen for the reader with the faintest idea that she might like him back. Reader has feelings for Bucky, but has more self doubt (amongst other things) than anything else and is too shy to speak up. One day when Bucky and reader are sent on a mission that causes them to have to spend the night together in a hotel room, Bucky finally asks why she has been acting so weird lately and why shes been wearing clothes that cover the majority of her body. 

Warnings: mentions of self harm and anxiety; some angst (i think); kinda long; there’s a part towards the end with a word in Romanian. I couldn’t put the accent marks on the T and A at the end of the word so…. yah

a/n: i tried to make this one shorter but it was a fail to avail ahaha anyway, I don’t do word count because I hand write it first and then type and edit it straight onto tumblr. so…. yeah. enjoy!


Normal POV 

“Hey, have you seen (y/n),” Bucky asked Natasha as he entered the common room of the avengers tower. He had searched every room on every floor looking for you. Wanda hadn’t been too thrilled when he walked in on her changing. 

“Not today,” Nat replied. “Why?” 

Bucky wasn’t sure how to explain what was going on without giving away too much. But he quickly remembered that it was almost impossible to keep anything from Natasha. And aside from himself, you were the closest with Nat so if anybody had a good idea of what was going on with you, it would be her. 

“She’s just been very quiet lately; not like her at all. When I saw her yesterday, she looked exhausted.” 

“Maybe she’s been training harder.” Nat suggested. “She was telling me how she felt like she was slowly slipping out of shape.” 

“No… It looked like something was eating away at her. Like it was more of a mentally exhausted look than anything else. I know she has struggled with things in the past but-”

“Like what?” 

“Well, studying for school. I would always walk in on her staring at her books, frustrated. And guys not treating her right…”

“Yeah, I remember those,” she said. “Have you checked the garden? She loves the garden.” 

“Yup. Went there right after I checked her bedroom.” 

Bucky was your best friend. He was genuinely worried about you. The way you were acting was not like your normal self at all. He cared about you in more ways than one, and was very positive you felt the same. He thought that maybe you had been disappearing to avoid him, but when he learned that no one else had seen you, he realized the problem might be bigger than he thought. 

Steve walked into the common room. “Hey, Buck. Glad I found you. You have a mission tomorrow with (y/n). Where is she?” 

“You haven’t seen her,” Bucky was quick to ask. 

“Not this morning, no. She’s gone?” 

“Yeah. She’s been disappearing a lot this past week.” 

“Well she better turn up soon or-” as if on queue, you trudged into the room. Your hair was in a messy bun, your leggings ripped at the knees, and you had blood seeping from a wound on your head. The blood had gotten all over the sleeves of your jacket. You did your best to conceal your face. 

“(y/n)! We were just talking about you,” Steve said. 

“That’s unsettling,” you mumbled to yourself. 

“Are you alright? What happened,” Bucky asked as he rushed to you. He gently took your head in his hands to examine the wound. But you shoved him off. 

“I’m fine,” you said. “I went for a run on the trails behind the complex. I tripped on a tree root and didn’t tumble very gracefully. Hence the blood and torn leggings.”

“That looks pretty nasty. Are you sure-”

“I’m fine, Bucky!” All three of them looked at you. It’s very rare that you would snap. Especially at Bucky. 

The room fell silent for a few moment until Steve spoke. “I have a mission for you and Bucky.” 

You looked at Steve and nodded, waiting for him to continue. 

“You’ll be heading out to Budapest. Word has it that there is still a Hydra operative; says they’re smuggling weapons out there. I figure with Bucky’s strength and fighting abilities, and your intellect on weapons and remarkable hacking skills, you two can get the info we need to take them down.” 

“Alright. When do we leave?” You asked. 

“Two hours. You’ll infiltrate the facility tomorrow, but the flight will be a long one. So you’re going out today and staying in a remote hotel for the night.” 

“Okay.” You said. “Let me shower and pack.” You walked off, not giving a second glance towards Bucky. 

You love going on missions with Bucky. They always turned out successful. You weren’t mad at him either. You didn’t feel like talking to anyone. You’ve struggled a lot with your self worth. Though it has gotten so much better, there are times when it seems almost impossible to push those thoughts back. These past two weeks have been harder than most. You had relapsed a couple of times during those two weeks. It’s been four days since the last time it happened and you’ve tried your hardest to not do it again. As a result, you’ve had crippling panic attacks that leave you in tears and ultimately end when you’ve fallen asleep from the exhaustion. Anxiety is a normal things for you, as well as the attacks. But everything is heightened when you fight as much as you have been. To help yourself find a more suitable outlet, every time you felt panicked or felt the anxiety creep up on you, you went to the training room. Exercising was a good way to relieve the tension. But as the days went on, the issue got worse. That’s why you went for a run this morning; hoping a change of scenery would help. 

You weren’t deliberately ignoring Bucky. You were ignoring everyone if you were being honest. Bucky was your best friend and knew you better than most. But he hasn’t seen this side of you yet, and there was a part of you that was afraid to show him, worried you might ruin any future possibilities. Disappearing was the only way you could keep him from seeing what a wreck you were. 

“Please let this mission go by fast,” you mumbled to yourself as you stepped into the shower. 

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You and Bucky arrived ar your hotel. It was tiny, one bed, and a very small bathroom. The wallpaper was peeling off the walls, and the floors look like they hadn’t been cleaned in days. The single, queen sized bed unsettled you. This wouldn’t be the first time that you slept in the same bed as Bucky. But with the state you were in, you were afraid it might reveal more than you could handle. 

“I’ll take the floor,” you said. 

“What? Why,” he asked. You just shrugged, unsure how to answer. “No, (y/n). The floor is filthy.” 

“It’s fine.” 

“Just sleep in the bed with me. It’s not like we haven’t done it before.” Bucky would never admit it to anyone, but he enjoyed the time he spent with you. Just laying in bed waiting. Your body heat keeping him warm, and his keeping you warm. You would unconsciously snuggle up to him while you were sleeping and that is something he cherished. 

“I know,” you said. 

“(y/n), what’s up with you?” 

“Nothing.” 

Bucky took note of the sweater you were wearing. You’ve been wearing them a lot more lately. Almost every day. He knows that’s unlike you. 

“And what’s up with you wearing long sleeves lately? Especially on missions.”  

You sat in the chair in the corner of the room. “What’s wrong with being a little conservative?” 

“Because I know you. You might be a little shy, but you are not conservative.” 

You glanced at him, but said nothing. Bucky was tired of asking questions. He wanted answers. He pulled you from the chair, your phone falling to the floor. He took hold of the bottom of your sweater and pulled it over your head, clearly not giving a shit about your protests. He held the sweater in his hand as he stared at you, astounded. There were marks all over your sides, stomach, and arms. 

“(y/n)…” 

“Dammit, Barnes!” You shouted. Your fight or flight kicked in and decided it was time to fly. You snatched your sweater back and fled to the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it. You pulled your sweater back on and began to sob quietly.

Bucky knew to give you some space. But after ten minutes, he was begging you to open the door. 

“(y/n), please come out. We need to talk about this.” 

You heard him mumble something in Romanian. You quickly recognized it as the word ‘sweetheart’. You loved it when he called you that, and you loved it when he spoke Romanian, despite what he went through to learn it. 

You decided to face your fears and opened the door slowly. You looked up at Bucky with a tear stained face. He looked down at you with a soft expression. He pulled you into him and you sank into his hold. 

“I’m sorry, Bucky.” You wanted to cry, but the constant battles have exhausted you. 

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” His metal hand was on the back of your head, securing you to his chest, while his flesh hand massaged soothing circles on your back. “What happened?” 

“It’s not something I like talking about.” You took in a shaky breath and you could feel yourself trembling under his hold. “I guess the easiest way to put it is that I doubt myself a lot and I get such bad anxiety and it causes panic attacks and-” 

“Like the one you’re having now,” he said in a soft tone. 

“You can feel that too,” you asked. 

“Oh yeah.” he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You locked your arms around his neck as he carried you to the bed. He sat on the bed with his back against the head board, allowing you to hold on to him like a koala. “Just relax, domnita. We don’t have to talk about it right now. Just know that I’m here and you can tell me anything.” 

“I love you, Bucky.” It dawned on you that you had said it out loud, but if you took it back, you would be lying. 

But little did you know that he had the biggest grin on his face. “I love you too, (y/n),” he said and kissed your head. 

Bucky’s phone started to vibrate in his pocket. You rolled off of him to allow him to answer it. You could tell by his tone that he was talking to Steve. You tuned out the conversation and just stared and the ceiling. 

Bucky kissed your lips to bring you out of your daze. Not how you imagines your first kiss with him would be like, but you’re not complaining. You looked into his blue orbs as he said, “Steve has a lead for us. He’s sending more info now. The guy is about five miles out from us. Are you okay to go now?” 

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Let’s go kick some Hydra butt.” 


"Invited to Dinner."Scott McCall

Just some fluffiness last minute ;)♡

I see through the window into the house that the rest of the pack has left, leaving just Scott and Stiles. I walk inside and Scott’s head whips around to look at me. His face breaks out into that beautiful smile, and I swear my insides turned into mush right then and there. How I got so lucky to be with him and have him love me, I’ll never know.

He doesn’t speak a word as he marches over towards me and plants his lips firmly into mine, hands coming up to hold my face in place.

“Well I guess I’ll see you two later.” Stiles takes this as his queue to leave. Scott finally pulls his lips from mine for some air.

“Hey.” He mutters. I grin wildly back. “Hey.” He brings his arms down and around my hips, picking me up effortlessly and carrying me upstairs to his room.

Giggles rush past my lips as he tosses me onto his bed and jumps on next to me. His bed is almost as comfy as mine.

“So,” he begins. He rests next to me with our legs tangled together, one arm propping his head up and the other laying across my stomach. “What were you and Malia talking about earlier today at school?”

I shake my head, “Nothing interesting. She’s just becoming to finally be my friend.” His eyes search my face as I speak. “Good. She needs a friend like you.“

“I have something to ask you.” I roll onto my side and scoot up on the pillow so our face’s are even. “I’m inviting you over for dinner at my house tonight.”

He smiles, “Doesn’t quite seem like your asking.” I curl a hand into his short silky hair. “Well, I knew you would say yes either way.” He nods, “That’s true. Of course, I’d love to.”

“My mom’ll be glad.” He hides his face in my neck and deeply inhales my scent. He presses warm kisses against the skin of my throat before resting his forehead there.

I gaze out his steamy bedroom window before he brings his head back up to mine blocking my view. Our lips entangle themselves together, meshing together over and over again. They start out soft, then slowly get more deep and intense. I feel the sudden and urgent need to be as close to him as possible, wrapping my arms around his neck and crushing his mouth to mine. He reciprocates, his hands glued to my waist and his body almost completely lying on top of mine. His tongue completely governs my mouth, making me moan as I almost shake under him. I can feel the muscles in his arms tensing, hopefully for a good reason. I scratch my nails down his forearm, and it’s him who shivers this time. I smile against his lips and he takes this time to take my bottom lip between his teeth. I giggle which makes his smile like a fool.

“We should probably stop.” He breathes. I nod as he lifts me up into a sitting position in front of him. “So… See you for dinner?” I smirk. He smiles and nods, “Yes.”

MBTI Aesthetic Series: The ENFJ

“Trying to count to ten with balled fists. Lightening striking the earth. They say your roar is bigger than your bite. Goosebumps. Jumping out of an airplane. “You’re going to be somebody, someday.” Talk about biting off more than you can chew. Trying to solve a puzzle, but there’s a missing piece. Heart over head, always. Catching your breath after running a marathon. Firing a loaded gun. All eyes on you, as you walk into the room. You need ten people to hold you back. Diamond encrusted gold. The adrenaline rush of taking a punch. There’s no such thing as biting your tongue, is there? No one would ever dare to silence a lion in its own land.”

Tybalt dances to and fro, attempting to evade his opponent, to catch him off balance and to gain angular advantage, while Mercutio moves with wider steps and rushes in a series of tangents to the circle whose radius is Tybalt’s outstretched rapier and sword-arm. Mercutio, in other words, rushes rapidly in and out of distance, hoping to catch Tybalt unprepared, and to throw a thurst from stoccata or imbroccata (in which the sword is held, knuckles up, over the head) while Tybalt is both off balance and within distance. The difference in styles suggests the mechanics of Mercutio’s death. Mercutio takes his fatal thrust, not by accident, but in a situation where the advantage is all with the Spanish style. A rapier held in either stoccata or imbroccata suffers a disadvantage when beaten down from the side, for the blow displaces an already slanted weapon and the Italian fencer must withdraw his point to regain a thrusting position; beating down the Spanish point has a far less effect, since the Spanish fencer trained rigorously to keep his point in position for a thrust, and with a flip of the wrist to recover his point quickly from a beat. Thus Romeo rushes between the two, and Tybalt immediately recovers his point and thrusts automatically and quickly. When Mercutio complains that Tybalt has “scratched” him to death he describes a peculiarity of the Spanish thrust (which was a short stabbing motion rather than a full thrust, since the Spaniard already had his arm extended), as well as playing on Tybalt’s feline name.
—  Adolph L. Soens, “Tybalt’s Spanish Fencing in Romeo and Juliet

Ok but consider these personal headcanons for Mentor!(alive!)Desmond.

  • after defeating and securing the pieces of Eden Desmond decides that he has quite enough and retreats back into the Farm, but only to become a mentor; not because he liked being an assassin, but because he wanted to teach the kids to protect themselves properly but in the same time tried not to make them feel restrained by the fence of the Farm
  • him being a famous assassin and all the children being in awe the first time they see him but then realising he’s just a huge ass dork
  • he totally has pizza and movies nights, at the end of a tiring training week
  • on the aniversary of Lucy’s death he tires out the younglings to the point of exhaustion because he is still blaming himself and he explains to them that it’s for their own good, because he was not strong enough and he wants them to be better than him
  • and one time he gets delayed in a mission and all the novices are on the edge because what if the mentor is hurt or dead and Shaun and Rebecca start to get concerned too and there comes an evening and the front door of the establishment opens and Desmond yells ‘I’m home, kids!’ and everyone comes rushing to him and Desmond is battered down and bruised but he has like five bags of takeout with everyone’s favorite and he apologises for being late because the queue was long af like the cheeky shit he is and Becca and Shaun smack his head just hard enough to hurt because he scared the shit out of them
  • but also he trains the younglings, as in, 5-6 yo kids and makes training fun for them, with treasure hunts and he sometimes takes them out of the Farm to nearby towns because he just knows how is it to feel bound and locked in the Farm
  • also Rebecca and Shaun staying by his side even though they got old and crankier than before, they stay together because that’s what they always did
  • Desmond giving the kids a day a week as an opportunity to spend it leaning from Rebecca or Shaun, because he learned to value both the history of the brotherhood and how to hotwire a car or how to hack into a database
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Some of my favorite quotes from ch. 13 of Fisherman’s Knot by @scribefindegil

;A; I love this fic to pieces!

‘burnt toast, Sundays…’

You come down stairs on a Sunday morning wearing one of his hoodies and a pair of pyjama shorts to hear the sound of him humming along softly to the song currently playing on the radio. As you peek through the kitchen door you can see that he has set out two cups beside the kettle that is boiling away for him to make tea for you and coffee for him. You peer around the door further to see that he is whisking eggs in a mixing jug and that he has put several slices of bread into the toaster.

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English gothic

You’ve got somewhere to be, but it doesn’t matter—your feet gravitate towards the end of the queue. The sense of comfort that an orderly line provides will not save your marriage, but it fills you with a warm sense of belonging. It doesn’t matter where the queue is going; you’ll never leave.

A beautiful field blooms, full of wild flowers. Overnight, a trolley appears. Then another, then another. The uprising has begun.

It’s 5pm. A bell tolls, all work comes to a halt. People crowd around the kettle, pouring scalding tea down their throats. It doesn’t matter if you don’t like tea. You’re one of us now.

You stare resolutely at the ground as you pass a group of chavs, pretending you don’t see them. They watch you go, waiting, silent—when darkness falls they gather about your house, numerous, leaving cigarette butts and empty cider cans in their wake. Outside your windows, the chanting starts. “Bruv. Bruv. Bruv. Bruv.

There’s only one biscuit left on the plate. Everyone pretends like it doesn’t exist —you stare at it, hesitant. “Would anyone like the last biccy?” you ask. Confused eyes turn to you, and everyone shakes their head, mumbling excuses. You’re too ashamed to take it. It continues to sit there, untouched.

Someone bumps into you in the street. You know it’s their fault, but you duck your head anyway, mumble Sorry. Sorry. You don’t know why you’re sorry, but you have been your entire life.

It’s rush hour. You make plans to avoid the M25—it doesn’t matter. All roads lead inwards. You join the queue and put your car into first gear. You might as well cancel your plans, you belong to the motorway now.

Wherever you go, people comment on the weather. “It’s been raining all week,” they say. You can only nod dumbly. Yes, yes it has. “Look at this beautiful weather we’re having!” they exclaim, staring up at a tiny patch of blue amongst grey clouds. Again, you nod. Yes, yes. You go home—”How was your day, love?” Fine, fine—dreadful weather, isn’t it?

Martha replies to that email you sent her last week. She sighs it with a polite, emotionless, regards. You check your tea for poison and can never look her in the eye again.

After a long winter, the thermostat finally reads 10C. People pile outside in shorts and flip flops—their teeth chatter, fingers red and frozen. “The sun,” they whisper, brainwashed by months of darkness. “Spring is coming. Spring is coming.”

Don't You Forget It

Alex Summers x Reader

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Plot: If you love something; should you let it go? Alex isn’t sure.
Prompt: Hi! If it’s not too much trouble, could you write a one-shot or a drabble thing where Alex is completely in love with the reader but he thinks she’s too innocent or fragile to be with someone like him, and when reader finds out she hits him with a pillow because that is absolutely ridiculous and does he know how perfect he is?
A/N: I rushed this to the front of my queue because it’s all I’ve ever needed. Sorry guys. I’m an absolute sappy git for writing tacky Alex fluff.

Originally posted by shantelchiitriestowrite

The blast had radiated from his chest; the energy building in his stomach, firing in a kaleidoscope of light. He was aiming for the target; the mannequin in the centre of the room. He hadn’t been looking; he’d been stuck in his own head, his mind drifting out of focus.
So when he heard her yelp, he panicked, his eyes shooting open.
He’d just missed her. (y/n) had let herself in; she’d left her book in the training room, and had just…wandered in.
Alex couldn’t breathe. His hands were shaking as she stood there, frozen in place, eyes wide. (y/n) held a hand to her chest, breathing out heavily.
“Jesus Christ, Alex” she said, swallowing hard “you almost charred me there”.
Alex felt as though he was sinking. There was nothing worse - nothing that scared him more than losing her. Losing her to his stupidity, his carelessness.
“I..” he started, clenching his jaw “I’m so-so sorry”.
He felt his legs shaking; his throat was dry.
“I’m-I have to go. I need a moment” he breathed, rushing over to the side of the room to grab his jacket. He didn’t look back at her as he slammed the door behind him, bolting up the stairs.
Too much to lose.

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Evening light scattered through the window as Alex sat on his bed, listening to the quiet hum of the radio in the lamplight. He hadn’t stopped panicking all day; it was as though the oxygen had been knocked from his lungs entirely.
He wondered if he’d ever get it back.
He heard a quiet rap at the door, and shot up like a bullet; eyes wide. He was so on edge; every knock coursed through him.
Reaching out, he pulled open the door, and there she was.
(y/n) was beautiful. She had a glow about her; an energy. A love for life, and a passion for all that came with it.
“Alex” she smiled “are you busy?”
“I’m…No, I’m not busy” he gestured towards his room, and she walked through the door, bringing the smell of her perfume with her. Alex breathed it in, feeling it fill is lungs, however much it could.
(y/n) collapsed onto the bed, laying face up on the blue quilt. Alex took a seat next to her, his hand lightly brushing against her hair. He loved the feeling of it against his palm; it was so gorgeous.
“Alex, don’t blame yourself about what happened today” she said outright, meeting his eyes in the lamplight “we’ve all made mistakes. It wasn’t your fault.”
He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment, before opening them to meet hers.
“You’re wrong”.
She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it almost instantly; sometimes, Alex needed encouragement to speak his mind. 
God, he loved that she knew that.
“I’m dangerous, (y/n). I know what I’m capable of. I could have-” he trailed off, clenching his jaw.
“You’re important to me. More important than anything. But I’m volatile, and you’re fragile. You’re important.”
(y/n) reached over behind him, fumbling around. Alex tried to turn his head to see what she was reaching for; but he found out.


He yelped as a pillow made contact with his face; when it fell onto the floor, (y/n) had a mischievous smile on her face, and had moved to sit next to him.
“You listen to me, Alex Summers. You’re the kindest, most considerate, gentlest person I know. You’ll spend half an hour trying to get a spider out of the bathroom and outside the front door to somewhere more comfortable, for goodness sake” she paused for breath, placing her hand on his knee.
“I love you for it. But don’t ever undersell yourself. We’re all capable of making mistakes. But I wouldn’t be here, with you, if I didn’t believe that you’re the best of us. So don’t give me this crap about you being dangerous or volatile, because I won’t have it.”
Alex was silent, staring down at his knees. Her fingernails had the remnants of polish on them; slowly chipping from the wear of the day. Her thumb curved against his kneebone; delicately stroking his jeans.
When he moved to look up at her, the light was catching her eyes; their beauty magnified in the golden glow. He felt his lungs slowly filling with air, felt his heart mending, soothing.
“I love you. I love you so much” he breathed, a smile beginning to curve at his lips.
She gently leaned in, giving him a peck on the jaw.
“Don’t you forget it, Summers.”

I just decided to make these two as the same one, since they’re pretty much asking for the same thing. Hope that’s okay :)

Brad imagine, you surprise him on tour;

With the help of Joe, you’ve planned a trip to the city where The Vamps are in currently. He picks you up at the airport, then drives you to where the boys are. “They’re in an interview with a talk show host right now. But I arranged with the producers and everyone to get you on stage during it,” Joe tells you as he leads you through the hallways. You smile. “So Brad knows nothing of this?” You ask. Joe shakes his head. “Not a clue. The boys thought I had meetings all day, so they don’t know that I actually went to the airport. They’re all going to be surprised.” He flashes you a smile and takes you to the side of the stage. “I’m going to let them know you’re here. Wait here until the interviewer waves you over, okay?” Joe tells you. You nod and watch as he walk over to some of the producers. One of them speaks into a headset, you’re guessing that it’s to alert the interviewer of your presence. You look to the stage and see that the interviewer smiles and clears her throat, adjusting her inner-ear piece. “Well, boys, this has been a very fun interview.” She smiles at the treats and papers scattered on the table in front of the boys. “It has,” Tristan agrees. “But the fun’s not over yet,” she tells them. Brad grins. “It’s not?” The interviewer shakes her head then waves a hand at you. “We have someone here for you guys.” You take that as your queue to go onto the stage. When you step out into the sight of the audience, you hear people cheer and clap. The boys all look at you and their eyes widen. Brad’s jaw drops. “Y/N?!” He exclaims, not believing you’re there. You smile and nod, barely able to contain your excitement. Brad jumps off of the couch and rushes to you, gathering you in his arms tightly when he arrives. You hug his neck tightly and bury your face into his chest. You hear the audience awe, but the boys awing and gushing over you two drowns out everyone else. “Aw! Look at the happy couple! Aren’t they adorable?” Tristan exclaims. “Oh my gawd, they’re my OTP!” James comments in girly voice. “Soooo cute!” Connor pitches in. Brad laughs lightly. “I missed you,” he whispers. “I missed you more,” you reply quietly. He pulls away slightly to give you a gentle kiss. Your cheeks grow red, though you kiss him back briefly. Brad nuzzles his face next to your ear. “I’ve missed you so much. And my hand is no substitute for you. We’ll have to make up for lost time tonight,” he mutters in your ear. You nod and smile slightly. But your smile falls when the boys start cackling. “Brad, your mic is still on,” the interviewer informs him, trying to hold back her giggles. Your face turns as red as a tomato, and you quickly hide it in Brad’s chest. The boys all laugh loudly and obnoxiously. The audience chuckles and giggles, though some try to be polite by keeping quiet. Brad coughs awkwardly and blushes. “You guys didn’t need to know that … Erm … Yeah, that’s awkward …”

Hehe I love this ending

negative thoughts- Jason imagine

Originally posted by jazewayland

Request: Anonymous said:

Hey :) could you do a Jason Dilaurentis imagine where Jason spends a lot of time with Spencer because she is his sister. And y/n gets jealous and hurt because she doesn’t know that the two are related. Thx!

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A/N: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!

You tapped your pencil against your desk impatiently as you waited for your lesson to be over. The second hand on the clock ticking impossibly loud and painfully slowly. Everything else in the room seemed to pull your attention away from the teacher at the front, as if there was some force present that really didn’t want you to do geography. You scanned the bookshelves, wondering if the various novels and atlases were ever read, or just there for decoration. The undisturbed dust coating the top seemed to suggest the latter.

You started to fidget when you heard the chairs in room next to you scrape across the floor, indicating that the lesson for them was over, and soon yours would be too. You watched people shuffle past the classroom door, eager to get their lunch before the queue got too long. Occasionally people weren’t rushing past, like spencer Hastings. She was hanging around outside for something. Her eyes kept flicking from door to door, like she was waiting for someone to exit. You studied her for a while, until you heard the squeak of a door opening and Jason Dilaurentis’s head pop into view.

You could see the smile immediately appear on her face, her eyes lighting up, the opposite happening to you. Straining your eyes, you tried to lip read whatever was going on, it was definitely not a normal student- teacher interaction.

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In which the reader gets drunk. Very drunk. And the Company is everyone who attended the imaginary celebratory feasts after the Battle of the Five Armies, because plot.

Word Count: 823


You really hadn’t intended on drinking as much as you did. Of course, it was hard not too when you had just won the Battle of the Five Armies and had cause to celebrate. Everyone was having fun - was it really your fault that you couldn’t hold you alcohol as well as the others?

Well… perhaps just a bit.

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NATE MALOLEY IMAGINE


✖️No Fuckboys Allowed Part One✖️


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“Thanks for picking me up Derek.” I latch onto my cousin that I missed so damn much. “Anything for my little cuz” he reaches for the suitcase that’s in my hand. “You sure about living down here Y/N? It’s different from New York.” He was right about California being different from NY but I’m pretty sure I can handle the LA life.

“I’m sure Derek…I’m just nervous about living on my own for the first time.” We walked out the airport together and into the parking lot.

“You’ll be staying with me to you find your place do you don’t need to worry ok?” He looks back at me and flashed me smile, showing off his grills.

“Thank you for letting me crash at your place.” I’m really grateful to have a cousin like Derek, it’s been awhile since I’ve seen him so I know we’ll be having tons of fun together.

“It’s all good no need to thank me but I will warn you about something?” He pops open the trunk and puts my bags in.

“What?” I’m unsure about what he’s bout to tell me. Did he get some girl pregnant?


“Some of my friends will be in and out my house. They cool people Y/N but I’m warning some of them are fuckboys.” I never seen him this serious before.


“No need to worry because I won’t be messing around this summer, I got to focus on myself.” I let Derek know that he doesn’t need to worry about me messing around with his friends.

“Just letting you know cuz” he annoyingly ruffles my hair which took me forever to do.


“Come on Derek!” I groans and hoped in the passengers seat.


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My cousin place is definitely nice, his success in his music career really paid off. Derek gave me a full tour of his three bedroom condo, he showed off his sneakers and his grills.

“Now this is your room.” He holds open the door and I step in with wide eyes. My room is beautiful, the walls are orange and the furniture is modern.

“Is amazing!” I ran to the king size bed and jumped in it. “Good, rest up because we going out tonight so be ready by 11.” He says all this before leaving me alone in my room.

I get up and walked to my balcony, I have a beautiful view of the city. The sun is bout to set and a smile lands upon my face.

Since it’s my first night out in LA I’m definitely gonna dressed to impress. After my little nap I left my room to get my bags from downstairs.

Walking down the steps I can hear Derek laughing his ass off, as I walked further down I noticed to other people laughing along with my cousin.

I nervously walked through the living room to get to the front door without them noticing me. I don’t look my best right now, I just woken up from a nap and I have sweats and a hoodie on.

“Aye Y/N come here.” Derek calls me over to the dining room table that is currently full of weed.


I walked over to them nervously with my eyes on Derek, he can sense my discomfort so he meets me halfway and puts an arm around me.


“You good?” He whispers in my ear and hands me a J. “Yeah..” I smile and take the J.

“This my cousin Y/N, Y/N this is Tyler and Ark.” I was introduced to his friends. “Don’t you two dare try to fuck her.” I bust out laughing as I exhaled the smoke.

“Excuse him he’s a little over protective of him.” I say to them. “He ain’t gotta worry, he already set our asses straight.” Ark grins.

I pass the J to Tyler and he asks “You coming out tonight?” Before hitting the J. “Definitely I just have to get ready.” Speaking of getting ready, I dismiss myself from the conversation and went to get my suitcase.


Once I was in the privacy of my room I went through my clothes to fine something suitable to wear. All these clothes and I can’t even pick through one of them.

My eyes finally settled on my McKenna dress that I purchased from fashionnova a couple of weeks ago. It’s about time I wore it.

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After showing and getting dressed I finally left my room, it’s a little after eleven so hopefully Derek won’t be mad.

“Y'all girls always take forever.” He dramatically says as I walked down the steps. Once he sees what I’m wearing he shakes his head.

“What?” I puffed my lips together.

“You do realize that I’ll be fighting dudes off you tonight right?” He’s being so extra right now.


“Boi whatever.” I rolled my eyes and carried onto the front door. “Why can’t you just wear jeans and hoodie.” He has to be joking.

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NATE POV

Sitting in VIP is mad annoying right now, all these thirsty goes trying to talk to me and the boys. I can’t hear to chill and have fun, not be questioned and drooled over.

“Son where’d Derek?” I tapped Danny on his shoulder. “He just texted me hold on…” Sammy reaches for his phone, “he’s here.” Where cause I don’t see him.


“Found his crazy ass!” From upstairs I can see my best friend waking in with a beautiful woman attached to his side.

“Who’s that?” I pointed out to Sammy. “Fuck….I don’t know but she’s bad.” She definitely is, she got curves too.

Derek whispers in the girls ear and heads upstairs to us. “Aye bro that’s your girl?” I dap him up.


“Nah man.” And boom there’s my queue to go and introduced myself. Line thirsty guy sliding through a girls DMs I rushed down the stairs and into the crowd to find her.

I pushed past all the lames that were trying to get my attention just so I can get this women’s attention. She sat at the bar with her back arch, her hair in a bun showing off her beautiful face.

“Excuse me?” I stood next to her and my gawd she melt like heaven. She turns around and her eye went down to my shoes then they travel up to my face.


“Yeah?” Her gaze was sharp and her voice was soft spoken. “I’m Nate.” I was bold enough to introduce myself to her. “Y/N” she sounded unsure of herself.


“I hope you didn’t just give me a fake name gorgeous.” I gave her a gummy smile and she returns it with a sly smile.

“No…you just caught me off guard.” Her is so soft as if she’s fragile, someone that is too precious to be broken.

“I’m sorry about that.”‘I placed my hand over my heart and gave her my sincerest apology. “I just had to talk to you…I saw you walked in and I couldn’t help it.”

My flirtatious behavior had her gaze fixed on mine and I did not mind it at all. She hummed a soft tone and said, “really Nate?” Just her saying my name had me jumping on the inside.

“Of course, you don’t believe me?” I raised and eyebrow at her.

“I do…you’re just very blunt and confident.” She subs the back of her neck.

“You don’t like that?” I leaned in more so I can hear her.


“I do.” Her eyes crinkles when she laughed. Her laugh is even beautiful. “I would love to by you a drink, if you don’t mind?”

“Why not.” She smirks my way and I called the bartender over. “Two fireballs please.” She seemed like the type to enjoy a fireball.

“So tell me Y/N, did you come here along?” I would hope she came here with a few friends.


“No, I came here with cousin.” She tells me, her hands reach for her glass and she took the shot down like a champ.


“Is she around here, your cousin?” For some reason she laughs at me.


“My cousins a he.” My eyes widen realize that I’m hitting on Derek’s cousin.

“Pause…Derek is your cousin?” She gave me furrowed eyes.

“How do you know my cousin? She answers my question with a question.

"He my friend, we go way back.” I tell her and she nods. I feel like something has changed inside her.

_____________________________________________


Y/N POV


My cousins words replayed in my head, Derek had warn me about some of his fuckboy friends and I would hate for Nate to be one of them. He seems too good too be true.

“Maybe we should head up to him?” I decided to redirect this conversation, Derek already warn me once.

I got up first and walked off to the VIP section. As I’m walking I can feel how close he is to me and I can definitely feel his eyes staring at my ass.


I picked up my pace when I reach the steps, Derek stands at the top holding out his hand for me to take.


“Why your face red?” He looks at me and back at Nate. “Tell me y'all didn’t do anything?” Derek grips my hand harder.

“Of course not! We just talked and he brought me shot.” I explained to him, he gives me a nod and walks me over to the lounge chair.

I take a seat and Nate walks over to Derek, even though it was loud I can hear them talking about me.


Nate’s eyes are on mine as his lips move, I started to get annoyed with it so I got up and walked over to them.

“You two do know I’m here right.” I said loud enough for them to hear me. “Sorry Y/N.” Derek chuckles and rest his hand on my back.

“Whatever, I wanna go home Derek.” I didn’t feel like being here anymore, especially with the way Nate was looking at me.


He could be the biggest fuckboy ever and there’s no way I’ll be getting my heart broken by him.

[FAN ACCOUNT] 140411 BTS Yeouido Fansign

Well ~ I guess I don’t have any other excuse not to write this now that I’m back in Singapore (((I seriously can’t believe my trip is over I was in Korea for sixteen days, guys, sixteen, yet it felt like six instead ㅠㅠㅠㅠ))) Anyway, back to where I was before I digressed - and just FYI I get distracted very easily so be warned - I’m going to write all about my virgin fansign experience in Korea! Huhu ~ ^^

The participation process was standard as like any other fansign, so I’ll just mention this briefly. A signup notice would usually be put up on both the group’s Daum fancafe as well as the participating music store’s website, where all the information on the event can be found. In my case for the 11th April BTS fansign in Yeouido, I had to purchase my album from the YP Books store in IFC mall (which was like, two subway stops away from where I was staying) between 7th to 10th April, and of all participants 150 would be chosen (each album purchased entitles you to one lucky draw chance so really, it is easier to beat the odds the more albums you purchase. Around 2000 albums were purchased at the store within the three days; Between my friends I bought five, a friend two, and the other just one, and I was the only one who got picked) and the winners list released on the YP Books website. Now, all that’s left to do is to turn up for the fansign at the stipulated time and location, exchange your confirmation number for a queue ticket, and you’re good to go!

On the day of the event I’d arrived at IFC mall at 7.00PM and headed for the South Atrium, thinking that I would be early but not too early and that I’d probably be able to snag a good seat for the fansign. But wouldn’t you know it, the place was completely void of fan girls and smack in the middle of the open space was some convention going on and mascots waving to a sparse, disinterested audience. It was just… weird. I went up to the concierge desk to clarify if there really was a fansign being held at this location, to which I was told confidently that yes there was, later on at night. Then I went to double check the details on BTS’ Daum fancafe and lo and behold, the location had been changed to the North Atrium as effect of 8th April. Partially my fault for not checking the fancafe regularly for updates but damn office lady lied to me. First dumb thing of the night -.-

I power-walked my way over to the correct venue that was definitely right because the middle portion of the space had already been cordoned off and I could see foldable chairs being lined up in rows as I approached. Not to mention the hordes of fangirls and daepo unnies armed and ready with their plastic stools (some even brought ladders. Super legit.) and huge ass cameras surrounding the area. I continued to loiter around and watch in fascination as the mall staff put up a giant BTS banner and continue to set up everything. It wasn’t until a mere fifteen minutes before the start of the fansign when I finally realised some of the fans in the crowd were holding laminated cards in their hands. That I didn’t have. Because I completely forgot about exchanging my confirmation number beforehand. Second dumb thing of the night -.- So I rushed back up to the 2nd floor to the bookstore to get my queue number and I ended up being #133 out of 150 people, in the second last row. My seat was so far away that I literally couldn’t see anything throughout the whole event because of the sea of camera tripods and human heads in front of me, not to mention the boys were seated down as well. I was only able to catch glimpses of BTS when I stood up and I am 1.65m and by no means short, so I hope you get an idea of how terrible my spot was. I can’t even blame anyone else but me ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

At 8.30pm sharp the boys arrived (they couldn’t be late anyway because of the Sukira schedule they had later on) and from the moment they did their greetings IT. WAS. CHAOS. Fans were screaming everywhere and a handful of girls, because they couldn’t snag a good spot to watch the event, decided it would be a brilliant idea to continuously ride the escalator right next to the open space and scream their oppas’ names as they came down from the floor above. Many of them were still in school uniform and some were even young enough to call Jimin, V and Jung Kook ‘oppa’. Horrors. It didn’t help that seat #133 was right next to the escalator so every single screech they made went straight to my eardrums X.X Thinking back about it now, I really don’t know how I managed to maintain my sanity for the whole two hours @.@ Because of my incompetence I didn’t really keep track of what the boys were doing for most part, only standing up occasionally to take a peek whenever I hear squeals (which turned out to be Jung Kook wearing the super adorable and cutesy headbands fans gave him. He looked absolutely adorable, like really he could’ve told me to shoot the president of South Korea and I would because no one can resist that face of his) but most of the time I was conversing with the Thai girl who sat beside me. Our biases were Rap Mon (mine) and Suga (hers) who so happened to sit next to each other so we began lamenting how we can’t see either of them because of the super tall tripod smack in front of us. Oh well, at least I made a new friend that day XD

After a 1.5-hour wait, it was finally my turn and the staff moved us to the front to queue by the right side AND I WAS THE FIRST IN LINE due to the way my row was called. I swear to God I was on the verge of a mental breakdown then and I kept asking the Thai girl if I could swop places with her because that was how nervous I really was (DON’T JUDGE OKAY IT’S MY FIRST FANSIGN). Oh, did I mention that my three friends were positioned at various places around the mall? Our Whatsapp conversation then was absolutely epic because they were reporting statuses and checking up on different locations to find the best spot to “catch me in action”. I had one friend on the second floor to capture a bird’s eye view, another on the right diagonally behind Suga (he was first that day) and the last running around the area to look for a better spot. If I hadn’t been on the verge of peeing my pants then I would’ve laughed but nup, scumbag brain didn’t feel like it -.-

Lineup for the day went like: Suga >>> Rap Monster >>> J-Hope >>> Jimin >>> V >>> Jin >>> Jung Kook moving from right to left.

I went up to Suga first; perhaps it was because that I said Hi to him in English, or the fact that I am really very tan, but he immediately asked me where I was from as he signed my album.

And I don’t know why but from the moment I knelt down till I moved on to the next member, the only glaring thought that kept running through my head was “Wow I can see his pores.” Feel free to bash me now LOL I don’t know why but that really was what caught my attention OTL Oh, and also that he was really good-looking up close, especially when he wasn’t grinning wide since he looks really cute and impish when he does XD

Our conversation went like:

Suga: Hello ~

Me: (English) Hi!

Suga: (English) Hi ~ Where are you from?

Me: Singapore!

Suga: Ah, is that so? 

Then he proceeded to read the post-it that I stuck on the page.

I’d asked him to write a poem with the initials of my name spelled in Korean, and because my question was written in English (blame le terrible Korean skills) he actually read the whole thing out in English too and his pronunciation was surprisingly really accurate and his accent super cute ^^

What he answered though, made me want to A) puke rainbows followed by what I ate for dinner, B) whack him on the head, and C) roll my eyes repeatedly.

 

Q. Write a poem using my name please!

[A/N: My name’s Wye Syn, pronounced Wa-Ee-Sin]

Suga: 이신는 (Wye Syn is)

쁘고(pretty and)

기해 (interesting)

Why thank you, Suga, how nice of you. 

Me: You’re lying!

Suga: Really! Singapore girls are all pretty!

Me: A-ing ~ *cough*because I really can’t take a compliment*cough* You have to come to Singapore, okay?

Suga: Okay ~

Me: Promise!

Suga: Yeah, promise!

And we hooked pinkies afterwards before I moved on *dies of happiness*

Rap Mon and I spoke in English the entire time (like duh), and I think he overheard my conversation with Suga or something because he said hi to me in English the moment I knelt down in front of him *shrugs* He needs to speak louder though, because low voice + screaming fangirls all around us + head bowed while signing album = I could barely hear what he was saying. But hey, at least I caught the gist of it ^^v

Rap Mon: Hi!

Me: Hi!

Rap Mon: Where are you from?

Me: Singapore!

Rap Mon: Really? *pauses to look at how to spell my name (he ended up spelling it wrongly anyway who is Wye Shin excuse you) You know, I realised that people from Singapore speak really good English. Why is that so?

Me: Oh, *thinks of how to summarise Singapore’s bilingual education system within 20 seconds* it’s just that everyone speaks English a lot, like, we were brought up using that language. All our classes at school are taught in English.

Rap Mon: Oh wow, really? Cool!

And he sounded genuinely fascinated, probably because a part of him miiiiight wish to have been brought up in an English-speaking environment, seeing as how he picked up the whole language by himself.

For Rap Mon I decided to ask a typical fangirl question which now, thinking back on it, is really rather embarrassing oh dear God why did I choose to do that X.X

Q. If you had just one day (y’know, since BTS was promoting that song at that time) to spend with me, where would you bring me and what would you like to do?

Rap Mon: (We were running out of time by then, and because it probably would take him sometime to process his thoughts and write them out in English, he decided to tell me everything while looking directly in my eyes. Oh yes, I am such a lucky bitch.) Let’s go to Japan, Hong Kong, we can go sightseeing, and let’s go shopping.

I melted into a puddle of Wye Syn-shaped goo #^u^#

We high-fived on it then I moved on to J-Hope.

To be very honest, my impression of him had never been the best because his on-screen personality was so loud and I just found that kind of annoying (I’M SORRY NARA), but everything changed after meeting him because he was just so nice and friendly and funny in real life hehheh >u<|||

He was the only member who wrote my name out in Korean too, which I thought was kind of cute XD

J-Hope: Hi!

Me: Hi, I’m from overseas!

J-Hope: Really? Where are you from?

Me: Singapore!

J-Hope: Ah, Singapore? We have to go there ~

All this while he was actually signing my album and reading my post-it (I’d asked him to write a note for my friend Nara) and underlining what I wrote and listening to me and replying to what I said. Like wow, talk about multitasking. J-Hope really takes the cake man, I was just absolutely amazed.

(Don’t laugh at my Korean! I know my grammar is terrible OTL)

He ended up writing “Nara~♥ I love you!♥”, typical idol answer but hey it works, seeing how happy it made Nara LOLOL

And of course, I had to prepare my own question as well

Q. What would you like to say to me the most?

Unfortunately, he wasn’t as sweet and nice to me.

J-Hope: We have to go to Singapore!

No love for me, eh? But I made him pinkie promise on it and GUESS WHAT, Hope Tree (his fansite) CAUGHT A PICTURE OF IT.

SEE THAT. THAT’S MY HAND RIGHT THERE, IMMORTALISED WITH J-HOPE’S. *flips hair* My hand is famous now, guys.

Next, Jimin was exactly like how I’d expected him to be, cute and bubbly, but he was definitely a lot more toned down from his on-screen persona. Or maybe it was just because of me. I tend to have an intimidating effect on people.

We actually didn’t have much to talk about, because we’d spent the first half of the time searching for his page because the marker I used for him got bent in somehow along the way. After passing him my album I’d actually spaced out (TBH I was thinking about how much Jimin looked like a potato. I’m sorry.) for a few seconds and I only snapped out of it when he went, ‘Where is my name?’ while flipping through the album. He’d actually sounded sad too and I panicked too, thinking, ‘Oh crap, he’s going to think I left him out on purpose, isn’t he?’ and the both of us were just scrambling to find his page XD

Q. Which girl group do you like the most these days?

I don’t know why, but somehow Jimin misread my question and thought I was asking which member likes girl groups the most these days, because he’d answered ‘J-Hope’. And I’m pretty sure it isn’t my Korean this time, no matter how bad it is. I challenge any Korean speaker to defy this.

Me: Are you serious? J-Hope?

Jimin: Yeah! He’s really good!

Me: *still sceptical* Is he the best?

Jimin: Yeah!

Jimin was really super cute; he reached over to pat J-Hope on the arm as he answered me, hoping to elicit some sort of response from the elder, but J-Hope merely turned his head slightly for a split second before looking away again. Poor Jimin got ignored TROLOLOL

And if I thought my communication skills with Jimin was bad, my interaction with V was on a whole new level because our frequencies did not match at all, not even once.

I’d asked him to write a note for my friend Stella who didn’t get into the fansign, and after some contemplation V wrote down, “I miss you”, or literally, “I want to see/meet you.”

Then he saw Stella’s name and went, “Stella?”

Me: Yeah, could you write it down (on the post it) too?

V: *after a short pause* Stella?

Me: Yeah.

V: Stella.

I blinked.

V: (English) Okay, bye!

And he waved (albeit) cutely. It was so sad yet so pathetically funny at the same time I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry or do both OTL I was completely weirded out, but at the same time I wanted to pat him and put him in my pocket for weirding me out so adorably. Tae Hyung ah why you like this ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

Jin too, was another one that left a deep impression. At first we were rather quiet because I really didn’t know what to say to him and I think he felt the hesitation too, so he was just quietly signing my album as I watched him doing so LOL But then, we got to my post-it question.

 

Q. Of the following options, who do you think is the prettiest?

A) You (Jin); B) Me (Wye Syn); C) Member (____); D) Other (____)

Without hesitation, he ticked the first option. And there I thought idols were supposed to tell cheesy white lies in order to make fangirls happy OTL Guess Jin decided to take it like a real man and say it like it is *applies cold water to burn area*

Me: Is that so?

Jin: Yeah!

Then he browsed through all the options again… And he ticked C. While writing “Jin” in the blanks. Double blow to my already deflated ego ㅠㅠㅠㅠ Can I just curl up into a ball and cry now?

Jin: Don’t you agree?

Me: Haha yeah, I agree. You’re definitely the prettiest member.

And finally, to put the last nail in my fat coffin, he wrote “Jin” in the final option as well. You know, in case I didn’t catch his drift the first two times. Damn you.

Jin: It really is me. I’m the prettiest here.

Alright mister, now you’re really starting to get on my nerves. Yes Jin, I get it. You’re pretty. You’re the prettiest. Stop rubbing it in to my ugly face ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

Me: Yeah, I definitely agree. You win.

By the time I got to Jung Kook, I was half itching to get everything over and done with because I was shaking like a leaf and actually feeling light-headed from seeing all these good-looking men up close LOL

Me: Jung Kook ah, hi! You’re so cute!

Jung Kook: Ah, thank you.

Completely soulless and unenthusiastic. He’s probably heard this 205631769508147 times from every single A.R.M.Y before me and at previous fansigns since debut so ~ Oh well. Here’s my “You’re cute!” to join the pile. He looked pretty tired too, having spent a full day at Music Bank and signed 130 albums before mine and still having another schedule afterwards and probably more dance practice till wee hours in the morning. And they’re preparing for a Japanese debut too, poor kiddo :’(

 

I’d asked him to write a note for my other friend Naomi who couldn’t get into the fansign too. Luckily he could comprehend me a lot better and wrote “Naomi” I tried prompting him to write “noona” too, but I guess our golden maknae doesn’t like being the youngest because he gave a face (for a split second which I saw) and wrote down “love~” instead and some incoherent scribbles at the bottom. Oh come on, Jung Cookie, I know you want to be seen as a manly man and all but I can still treat you like a man even if you call me ‘noona’~? /gets bricked/

Q. If you could play yaja time (age-reversal game) with your members, whose hyung would you like to be most and why?

Jung Kook: All of them, because I’m the youngest now.

Maknae on top, yeah ;)

Somehow, I ended up spacing out (again! >_<) and stared at the post-it for a few seconds before looking up and realising that Jung Kook already had his hand held up for a high-five and was kind of waiting there expectantly. Whoops.

After I gave him the long-awaited high-five I got up and went back to my seat. Only to realise on the walk back that I forgot to ask Jung Kook to call me ‘noona’. There goes my K-Pop bucket list. Well shit.

So yupp, that basically summarises (not really) my whole fansign experience ^^v

Please don’t quote me anywhere and always take out with credits!

Any questions you can contact me through Twitter: @qt_myung

What Are You Waiting For//Stiles Stilinski

(A/N): When things get a little steamy when (Y/N) and Stiles are home alone, they realise that one little important thing is missing.

Warnings: Slight sexual themes (If you couldn’t already tell),

~*~

Your back hit the wall as Stiles’ lips came crashing into yours. A giggle erupted from your throat as you wrapped your legs around his waist. His hands instinctively wonder to your bottom, grasping firmly as he closed the already shrinking gap between you two. Your arms rested lazily on his shoulders, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.


“Where’s your room?” Stiles breathes huskily into your neck, sending delightful chills down your spine. Thankfully, your parents weren’t due back until tomorrow, so you had the entire night to do whatever you wanted.


“Upstairs, first door on the right,” you answer, leaning your head against the wall as he continued attacking your neck. You couldn’t help the muffled moans as he continued nibbling at you sensitive skin, no doubt, leaving love bites. His lips leave your neck only for a moment before reuniting with your lips. Your heart races as your lips move together in perfect rhythm.


With more coordination than you thought he had, Stiles was able to carry you up the stairs. He pressed you against the door of your room, allowing you to open it with ease. The door clicks as he slams it shut with his foot and continues the rest of the way to your bed. He lies you down gentle upon the soft mattress before crawling on top of you. You instantaneously grab the back of his neck, pulling him down to your lips.


His hands lifted your shirt slightly, letting his cool fingers connect with your hot skin. Tracing gentle patterns on your midriff, he leaned you back against the bed with his lips still attached to yours. Your abdominal region burned in need, but one little thing was holding you back from taking it a step further.


“Stiles,” you moaned, arching your neck as his lips trail your collarbone. ”Condom?”


“Oh, shit, no,” he groans, hovering over your body. His enlarged pupils looked down upon you with lust as he lets out a deep sigh.


“I think my brother has some in the bathroom,” You say breathlessly, running a hand over your flushed hairline.


“Okay,” he stammers, jumping off you and rushing to the hallway. You giggle slightly as you lean your head back on your pillow, readying yourself for the eventful night to come.


~Stiles POV~


My feet thudded against the flooring as I slipped into the bathroom, nearly falling from the momentum. Only four drawers and a bruise later I finally found the heavenly box.


“Yes!“ I whisper-scream, holding the package close to my chest. I silently thanked her brother as I took two out of the box, better safe than sorry, am I right? My hands shook as I carefully replaced the box, making sure to position it just right.


Nearly tripping over my own feet, I run back into (Y/N)’s room and enter the door carefully.


~Original P.O.V~


“I got them,” He chirped, holding out the small squares in his hand. You try to hide your shy blush underneath your hand as a bundle of nerves rushed over your body.


“Well, what are you waiting for?” you giggle, patting the comforter next to you. His eyes widen as he sets the packages on your nightstand before ungracefully jumping onto the bed. It creaks loudly as you shook your head playfully towards and resumed where you had left off.

~*~

I am so, so sorry guys, but my schedule is insane right now, so I will be relying heavily on my queue. Request are open; as always, but might take quite a bit longer than usual. Thanks for being so awesome guys!

HARRY STYLES IMAGINE. THE WEDDING (PART 2)

SPEAK NOW.


YOUR POV

I took a deep breath as I looked at my reflection in the long mirror in front of me. 
My hair was curled and fell down my bare back. 
My dress looked more beautiful than I had remembered; the neckline came up to my throat in a detail of fine lace and then spread out in a deep V-shape down my back, meeting together at the bottom of my back, and the bottom of the dress fell down in an elegant pool on the floor.
I couldn’t shake the nerves that were convulsing through my body at an abnormal rate.
I hadn’t been this nervous about anything ever in my life and I knew that it wasn’t just because I was about to get married.
It was because of Harry.
His confession of loving me came as a shock, at the very least, and it was all I could think about last night. And now today, too.
Would he still come to the wedding? Did I want him to?
Of course I did. I couldn’t get married without my best friend by my side.
“Y/N, are you okay?” my friend, Kelly, stood behind me and frowned at me through the reflection of the mirror.
I’d chosen not to have bridesmaids. I wasn’t close enough to any of my friends to ask them and I had a best man after all. I think.
I took a deep breath and tried not to let myself cry for the millionth time in the last twelve hours “I’m fine. Is Harry here?”.
Kelly gave me a sympathetic look and shook her head solemnly before brushing some invisible fluff from her blue dress.
I didn’t know how I was going to get through today without him. Or any day, in fact.
Leo had told me last night that he didn’t want me to see Harry ever again and of course, I told him that was never going to happen and we argued about it until he left for his stag do.
But would Harry ever want to see me again, knowing that I’m married to someone else when he feels the way he does? Knowing that I feel the same?
Was I making a huge mistake?
I didn’t have time to let myself panic because my Dad knocked on the door before popping his head in the small room we’d taken over in the back of the church “It’s time, Sweetheart” his eyebrows raised “Wow, you look absolutely beautiful”.
I smiled at him fondly and Kelly handed me my bouquet of pink and white Peonies “Thanks, Dad”.
I let him take my arm and lead me out of the room, my friends and mum rushing out ahead of me to take their seats.
We stood at the end of the aisle, waiting for our queue to walk down the white carpet in front of us.
I didn’t want to get married in a church but Leo had convinced me because his parents were highly religious and because mine weren’t, I couldn’t really protest.
“Harry?” I whispered in Dad’s ear, craning my neck to look at the crowd of people in seats with their backs to us.
“I’m here” I heard my best friend’s familiar deep voice and my head swung round immediately.
My eyes welled up as I took in the sight in front of me.
Harry, who had clearly rushed to get here, was wearing a black suit and shirt, his curly hair had been cut and sat around his face in a perfect mess. His cheeks were rosy and his eyes glistened from being in the cold. He looked incredible.
“You’re here” I said through the lump in my throat.
He smiled and it didn’t reach his eyes. He leant close to me and kissed my cheek “I’ll always will be here for you” he walked ahead of me slightly and grinned “Don’t fall over”.
I glared at him through a quiet laugh, grateful that he’d shown up.
Suddenly, the music started and Dad gave me a reassuring arm-squeeze before we started walking down the aisle.
Everyone was staring at me and I was so nervous that I was finding it hard to catch my breath.
Leo turned around as I approached him at the alter and he smiled when he took in my dress.
I smiled back slightly before glancing at Harry.
He was stood to the left with his hands clasped together in front of him and he gave me a half-hearted, yet encouraging smile.
Dad gave my hand to Leo when he was instructed and I looked at my husband-to-be as trembles ran through my body.
Leo was undoubtedly handsome in his dark blue suit. He had beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair, and his trips to the gym were definitely paying off.
He began repeating after the Vicar and I had tears in my eyes again.
As I looked up at Leo, I couldn’t tell what I was feeling. Surely a bride shouldn’t be this nervous standing in front of her groom, even on her wedding day. But I was and that made me wonder again if I was making a mistake.
“Y/N” the Vicar said, catching my attention.
I hesitated before following the same procedure as Leo and repeating every line he said.
And after Leo said ‘I do’, it was my turn.
But nothing was coming out of my mouth.
After a few seconds Leo’s expression changed to uncertainty and I swallowed the lump in my throat before looking at all of the people around the room, waiting for me to respond.
Then I looked at Harry and I immediately knew that I couldn’t do this.
I pulled my hands out of Leo’s and looked him straight in the eye “I’m sorry. Leo, I can’t marry you”.
He looked shocked and took a step back “What? Y/N, what are you talking about?”.
“I can’t stand here and make all of these promises to you when I don’t mean them” I took a deep breath “I-I’m in love with someone else”.
Gasps filled the room around us and I looked at all of the stunned faces beside us. My mum’s mouth was wide open, but my Dad was smiling.
I turned my head to look at Harry “Harry, I love you” it was a relief to finally say it out loud and he looked just as stunned as everyone else “I always have and I know that marrying Leo would be a mistake because…because I belong with you. If you’ll have me”.
The room was silent, waiting for Harry’s response.
Harry’s face broke into a heart-wrenching smile and he strode forwards me before pulling me into his arms and kissing me in front of a room full of silent watchers.
I kissed him back eagerly, our tongues colliding. This was way better than the drunken kiss we’d shared on my eighteenth birthday down an alley in the village.
When our lips parted, he smiled down at me “I love you, too”.
Someone cleared their throat, interrupting our moment.
I looked up to see that Leo was marching down the aisle in a very pissed off manor, his mother following after him with a packet of tissues in hand.
“Well, this has never happened before” the Vicar spoke up in the silence, he didn’t looked shocked though, just tired.
“I’m so sorry” I said genuinely “i really didn’t mean to waste your time”.
“Wait” Harry said, putting his hand in mine and turning me to face him once more “What if it isn’t a waste? Y/N…marry me”.


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I’m sorry I didn’t upload this when I said I would but I was in bed sick! The first part got so much good feedback and I hope everyone likes this one just as much.
And again, if this part gets 100 likes, I will post part 3!!!!!!