and now she's falling apart again

I Don’t Mean It (pt 10)

The boys eventually went back to the dorm once they realized that Taehyung probably wasn’t coming back. Namjoon filled everyone in on what went down, expecting Taehyung to probably come find you.

What no one was expecting though was the slump they found Taehyung in just an hour after the whole ordeal at your apartment. Initially, when they found the entire apartment dark, they figured that he was back at your place, finally having things figured out and just hanging out. But when Yoongi opened the door to his shared room with Taehyung, he found Taehyung curled up into a ball on his bed, tears flowing down his face void of any expression.

The boys tried to console him, putting the pieces together of what probably went down. It didn’t take a genius to see that things had gone from bad to worse. All Taehyung could say was “She won’t forgive me” over and over again.

Eventually, the boys left the room, deciding to give him some space. Well, most of the boys. Jimin stayed back and closed the door after the other five boys left.

“How could you do that?” he asked after a little bit, sitting down on the bed across from Taehyung’s. “How could you have believed manager hyung?” Jimin asked, his voice getting slightly louder.

Taehyung couldn’t answer. He didn’t know why he believed his manager instead of you. “Is it because you know hyung longer than Y/N?” he asked again, but still no answer.

“Dammit Taehyung answer me. Don’t you know how much pain you’ve put her through? You don’t get to sit here and cry about it now” Jimin said angrily.

“I DID TRY” Taehyung finally said back, startling Jimin a little. “I did try. I went to her apartment. But…But she won’t forgive me. Why should she? Jimin, she’s fucking moving because of this. I…I’ve lost her” Taehyung said, a fresh batch of tears falling from his eyes.

“W-what? She’s moving? But…but she’s friends with all of us. She..she wouldn’t leave all of us” Jimin said as if it was a fact.

“She probably thinks that you all feel the same way I did. That you won’t believe her” Taehyung said,

“But we would believe her. I would believe her..she can’t just leave like that. Tae…listen Taehyung…you have to fix this. Y/N is someone who has become precious to all seven of us and is not someone we should let go so easily. She’s especially special to you. We all know how you feel about her. And god we all know how she feels…well felt…about you. You have got to fix this.” Jimin said, placing a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder.

“You mean, she felt the same way about me?” Taehyung asked slowly.

“God you both are so blind. Yes, of course she felt the same way you idiot” Jimin said while laughing. “Look, she obviously cares a lot about us, you especially. I’m sure she’ll come around eventually, but you can’t just give up already because if you do, you really might lose her forever Tae. For now, we’re going to have to convince her to not move. After that, I’ll help you figure things out with Y/N. We’ll all help. I want you both to be happy.” Jimin said, finally standing up.

“Thanks…Jimin” Taehyung said as he wiped his tears away. Jimin was right, if he was going to get you back, he had to keep trying. Giving up after this one time wasn’t going to do anyone any good.


Jimin and Taehyung had rounded up all the boys to help them. And within a few minutes, the boys had come up with a way to at least stop you from moving…or at least to put it off.

Taehyung remembered that you were expecting someone at the door, and he thought it might have been the rumors. So, he sends out Jungkook waiting outside their door. And as expected, the movers come up pretty soon. Jungkook managed to stop them and send them back, telling the movers that they were no longer needed.

You stood inside your apartment with your eyes still red from crying before. After finally getting back to your feet, you realized that the movers were getting quite late. You call them, only to find out that they thought you canceled. They were quite pissed as they had come all the way, so they refused to schedule you in for another appointment.

“Great, just great,” you thought. It had taken you a while to find a trustworthy company to help you move, but now it seemed like you would have to try harder. As you fumbled browsed on your phone to find a new company, you heard the doorbell ring. You anxiously walk to the door, half expecting Taehyung again. But to your surprise, you find Yoongi.

You open the door, nervous about what he had to say. “Hey Y/N…mind if I come in?” he asks with a small smile.

You let him in and he stands just past the door, taking in the view in front of him. Everything was thrown about or in a cardboard box. 

“Ah, so you’re really leaving us huh?” he asked.

“Yeah…I think it’s…it’s for the best oppa” you say back.

“Y/N, you don’t have to leave. We know what happened” Yoongi says, turning back to look at you. “We know what happened, and I’m sorry that things turned out the way they did. But…but you shouldn’t leave because of that! We’ve all grown fond of you…too fond maybe. And you leaving would really make us all upset….especially Taehyung” he said carefully.

“Look, I’m not here to tell you to forgive him…although that would be nice….” he said, trailing off. “But at least, don’t punish us all by leaving ok? We’d really miss you, squirt” he said, running his hands through his hair. He always did that when he was embarrassed, you noted months ago.

“Oppa…I don’t know if things will ever be the same with Taehyung again. I don’t want to leave you all either, but….I don’t know oppa” you say, crying again.

Yoongi was flustered, not knowing what to do since you were crying. “Y/N…I know that he should have believed you. But think about it from his shoes ok? What if someone told you that the boy that you’ve fallen in love with was just with you because of money?” he said. You never thought of that. Love? You stared at Yoongi in confusion. 

“Y/N he pushed you away and believed our manager because he had so much to lose if he was right. Squirt, that boy is so foolishly in love with you that he pushed you away in pure fear. He hurt you before you had the chance to hurt him. And I’m not saying that what he did was right, but I guess what I’m trying to say is that I don’t know if I would have done anything differently if I was in his position. It’s easy for me and the rest of the guys to believe you because we’re friends. We’d believe you in a heartbeat. But for Taehyung, you’re so much more. He didn’t want to be hurt like that again.” Yoongi finished. 

“A-Again?” you ask slowly.

“We’ve had lots of people approach us for the fame and fortune Y/N. It happens more than we care to admit. I guess that’s why it was so easy for Tae to believe it. But we’ve all been jaded because things like this have actually happened in the past. But I’d like to think that me and the rest of the guys have built our trust with you ever since we moved in. We’re glad we met you Y/N…so don’t move.” Yoongi said.

“Oppa…” you said, not knowing what to say.  

“Look, take your time. I just wanted to say this and give you something to think about. Forgive him, don’t forgive him….it’s all your choice…bu–” he started but you cut him off.

“I…I think I forgive him” you said, quietly. Yoongi’s words really got through to you. He was right, you never stopped to think about it from his position. And it hurt your heart knowing that the boys had been hurt in the past due to people getting close to them with alternative motives.

“Wait…seriously?” Yoongi asked, surprised.

“Yeah…why, were you expecting me to put up more of a fight?” You said, giggling.

“Well…kinda, but like…the guys are all sitting in our room trying to figure out ways for Taehyung to get you back…I guess I should just send Tae over then?” Yoongi said as he walked back to the door.

“Wait! Uh…how about you not tell them that I have forgiven him already. I kinda want to see what he does” you say with a smile on your face.

“uh, that’s kinda cruel don’t you think?” Yoongi said while laughing.

“Hey! I think I deserve that much, don’t you think oppa!” you say frowning.

“Ok ok. Fine, your secret is safe with me I guess” Yoongi said. “I’m glad you’re staying squirt..” he said, opening the door. 

“Me too oppa. Thanks for talking to me oppa, otherwise I don’t know what would have happened. And remember, don’t tell the rest of the guys!” you said as he heads out. 

“Yeah yeah, just don’t give him too hard of a time,” he says as he walks to his own door. 


The following days were spent with Taehyung constantly showing up at your door or at work with your favorite things. “I need you to know that I never been more sorry and that I won’t stop until you take me back as your friend Y/N” he would say frequently. 

It was getting harder and harder to keep a straight face because you wanted nothing more than to just run into his arms and tell him that everything was ok. But you wanted to keep your fun going a bit longer. And it seemed like Yoongi was enjoying it too.


At the end of the week, you walked to your door only to find Taehyung standing outside with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“Y/N!” he said excitedly as he saw you. You loved how his eyes lit up when he saw you. And before you could catch yourself, you smiled at him. “YOU SMILED. AT ME!” he jumped.

“Uh..what are you doing here Tae,” you asked.

“AND YOU CALLED ME TAE AGAIN!” he said, jumping even more. Dammit, you were slipping too much. “At this rate, you might just forgive me within the year,” he said, winking at you while giving you his infamous box smile. You felt your heart melt, and if there was even an ounce of hurt and anger left, it was certainly all gone now.

“For you….your favorites,” he said, handing you the bouquet of lilies. You took them in and took the scent of your favorite flowers. And as soon as your eyes went to meet his, you were pulled into a hug. You were stunned by the sudden contact, but you didn’t resist it. You missed his familiar scent and strong hold on you, too much to push him away.

“Please, don’t be so hard no me Y/N. I need you to know how much I care about you. I…I love you so much. And not just as a friend, but something more. And according to someone who’s name rhymes with Vimin, you felt the same way about me.” he said and you could feel yourself blush and heart race. Dang it Jimin.

“So…please take me back. I need you in my life Y/N, ever since I met you. I don’t want to waste any more time without you. I’ll spend the rest of our time together trying to make you forgive me, but please just let me know that there’s a chance for that. That I still have some space in your heart” Tae said, still holding you tightly. You could feel his increased heart race. 

But you couldn’t hold it in anymore and you let yourself giggle into his arms. He pulls away from you, slightly shocked. “What…was that too cheesy?” he asks as a slight blush appears on his cheeks.

“Just…just a little,” you say, still giggling. You take a moment to stop smiling and finally staring into his warm eyes. You walk closer him, missing his warmth that enveloped you just moments before. You hold onto the sleeves of his shirt, something you’ve always done when you wanted to be close to him. “But Tae…there is that chance,” you say as you smile warmly at him. “I actually…I actually forgave you that first day, after Yoongi oppa came and talked to me…” you say, finally revealing your little secret. 

“…what,” Taehyung said, utterly shocked. “You mean to tell me that you forgave me over a week ago, and I’ve been here sulking all week because I thought you would never forgive me! Y/N!” he whined, putting his hands on your waist as if it was the most natural thing. 

“Hey! Yoongi oppa knew too! I’m surprised he didn’t tell you sooner, I was wondering when he was going to break” you said as you began giggling again. 

“Wah, I guess I deserve that,” Taehyung said, smiling again. 

“What else did you have planned out though? I don’t know how much longer I could have pretended to be angry” you ask curiously. 

“I don’t even remember Y/n. Me and the boys planned so many things, I think I could write a book– ‘How to get your girlfriend to forgive you’ by Kim Taehyung” he said, laughing at his own words.

“Girl…girlfriend?” you asked, lifting up an eyebrow.

“Do I even have to tell you how I feel for you? I said earlier, didn’t I? I love you so much, sweet girl. And I’m pretty sure you like me too. So I really want to see where this relationship goes Y/N if you would give me the chance” he said, looking into your eyes lovingly. 

You could only lose yourself in his eyes. You had to give it to yourself though, for holding out the entire week without running back to Taehyung. “Of course,” you said, smiling back.

And within the next second, Tae placed his warm lips on yours. The kiss was everything you always dreamed it would be with him. Warm, sweet, and loving.

“EWW GET A ROOM!” you heard Jungkook call. Surprised, you both turn to see all 6 boys standing by their door, watching you both. 

“Yah Jungkook-ah! You shouldn’t have interrupted them!” Jin scolded.

“Oops,” Jungkook says, laughing. You giggle, still holding onto Taehyung.

You felt Taehyung slowly pull away from you. “Yoongi hyung… I think you and I need to have a talk” Taehyung says with a fake smile on his face.

“Run hyung!” said Hoseok.

“Oh shit,” Yoongi says as he runs back into this apartment with Taehyung chasing him. You couldn’t help but smile at the scene in front of you and your heart swelled with happiness. You were complete again.


A/N: Ok.. so this is the last part!! Thank you all so much for reading this and for all the support for this series. It has been absolutely great to see the response for this. I’ll be writing an epilogue for this sometime soon, so keep an eye out for it. But please let me know what you all thought of this series overall. Would you like to see future projects? 

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

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16 ~ Don’t fucking touch me!

“Hey everyone! Hey, we have some news…”

He’s engaged. He’s getting married. He’s getting married to someone else. She feels sick, like all the feelings she’d repressed up to this point were at boiling point and were ready to spill over. She needs to get out, she needs to go home, so she does. She leaves a fleeting kiss on his cheek and a quick congratulations to the oh so happy couple and then she’s gone.


“What was that?”

Her front door is flung open and she knows it’s him. Not only because he’s yelling but because he’s the only other one who has a key.

“Harry…”

“No! What was that? You find out I’m engaged and all I get is a ‘I’m so happy for you’ and then you run out of the restaurant? Maybe we should go back and check, I think the you shaped cloud of smoke might still be there.”

“Well why wouldn’t you tell me? I’m your best friend and you don’t even tell me when you’re planning on fucking proposing? A little heads up would’ve been nice H.”

“That’s why you left? Because I wanted to surprised you? I’m so sorry okay? I mean damn is it too much to ask that you don’t think of yourself for once and maybe just be happy for me?”

She doesn’t answer straight away. Settles for staring at him with a look he hasn’t seen from her before. She’s hurt and she’s angry. She’s so angry. How dare he think she wasn’t happy for him? How dare he think she has ever put her self first when it comes to him?

“Get out.”

“Excuse me”

“Get out Harry! I don’t want you here! You really think I’m not happy for you? You think I’m mad because you didn’t tell me? Are you that oblivious?”

She’s never been this angry before, never at him, and it scares him because he has no idea what she’s talking about. All he knows is that his best friend is mad at him, like really mad, and he doesn’t know how to fix it.

“Hey- hey! Calm down okay? I’m not going anywhere. Talk to me, what’s got you like this? Never seen you so mad before.” His voice is soft now and it’s going straight to her head and all she can think is ‘I bet her talks to his fiance like this too’. He’s reaching his hand out to rub her arm as a comfort but as soon as she feels it she’s flinching away from his touch.

Don’t fucking touch me! Okay just don’t touch me right now” She’s yelling now and his hands go up in surrender.

“Okay, okay I’m not touching you. Can you tell me what’s wrong? I can’t fix anything if I don’t know what’s happened?”

“You can’t fix this Harry! You can’t, I don’t want you to. You’re so happy with her and I can’t ruin that for you.”

“What? Is this about my relationship? You’re this angry because I’m engaged? Do you not like her? If you didn’t like her you could’ve just told me-”

“This isn’t about me not liking her H. She’s perfect, she’s beautiful and kind and funny and I’ve seen how you look are her. How could I not like someone who makes you look at them like that?”

“Well then what is this about? How are you going to ruin this for me?”

“I love you, you idiot! I am so damn in love with you and it hurts. I love you and it hurts because you love her and I’m watching you love her and I just-” She’s cut off by a sob that’s been stuck in her throat since he walked into the restaurant with his fiance on his arm and it’s breaking his heart to see her fall apart because of him. “I just can’t watch you love her anymore.”

His eyes soften as her words do. Her voice now broken with a bittersweet softness to it. He’s reaching out for her again, cupping her face in his hands and brushing away mascara tinted tears off of flushed cheeks. She doesn’t push him away this time. She should, she knows she should, but his hands are warm and they feel an awful lot like home and she’s just too exhausted.

“Oh sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“You’ve been so happy with her H. You called me after your first date with her and told me that this was the girl you were going to marry. And now you are. I couldn’t take that away from you.” He’s pulling her into his chest, she’s gripping his shirt in fists and he’s sighing. What does he say to that? What can he say to that? She’s been so hopelessly in love with him and she hasn’t said anything because she cares more about his happiness than her own? How do you respond to that?

He can hear her shaky breaths and he can feel shirt getting damper and it makes his own eyes well with tears. This is his fault. He did this. He was so preoccupied with trying to get rid of his own feeling that he didn’t stop to notice that she was doing the exact same thing. And now she’s broken. He broke her.

“I think you should to go.” Her voice is almost a whisper and they hadn’t been so close he would’ve missed it, he heard though and he’s pulling away from her in disbelief.

“What?”

“I really think you should go home now. You have a fiance and she’s probably missing you and you need to-”

She’s interrupted by him pressing his mouth to hers and her head goes quiet for the first time all night. She would give anything to stay in this moment but she can’t because she’s so aware that he isn’t hers.

“Har- Harry we can’t. You’re getting married we can’t do this.” She’s pushing him away. She’s played this scenario over in her head countless times and not once did she push him away. Her unsteady fingertips are on her lips because she can still taste him like he was still there and god how she wishes he was still there and he’s watching her, silently, his heart is racing a million miles a minute and all he can focus on is how kissing his soon to be wife never made him feel as complete as kissing his best friend just did.

“I can’t marry her…” Her head shot up, surely she hadn’t heard him right.

“What? Harry no, you love her! I’m sorry, I never should have said anything, I’m so sorry.”

“No… No I don’t, I can’t. I can’t marry her. Hell, I can’t even kiss her again after that. Don’t be sorry, please don’t be sorry. This isn’t your fault. I can’t-” He sighs, runs his hand over his face and lets his eyes settle on her shocked frame that’s clinging to his every word.

“I can’t marry her when I’m in love with you.”

Shakespeare in lust•Shawn Mendes

A/N: Bad boy! Shawn smut au here!

This is like oddly dirty? But I’m a slut for Shakespeare so. I don’t condone this lmao.

That bad boy playlist is still a thing, so hit me up for the link and send me some bad boy! Shawn ideas, Smutty, fluffy, angsty whatever your heart desires baby

Ok I’ll let u read thank u love u

warning - smut ensues

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MASTERLIST: more bad boy! Shawn in here!


“Shawn stop we’re in a god damn library”

Shawn’s got his hands on her thigh. It’s smooth and unyielding, dragging across the bare skin, moving upwards as he looks down at her with heated eyes, waiting for her inevitable panicked response. She stops writing her essay, eyes turning up at him with anxiety and frustration clouding her vision.

Shawn’s grinning “What’re you talking about? I’m not-“ he drags his fingers across the inner skin and she sucks in a breath. “-doing anything, baby” She reaches down and clasps his hand in hers and she yanks it away from her thigh as she turns to him.

Her eyes are dangerous and he’s grinning, leaning into her so he can smell her strawberry shampoo and fruity perfume.

He forgets they’re in a library, or at least he doesn’t care as he bends down and brushes his lips across her ear. He feels her squirm in her seat, and her eyes are dancing over the library, seeing that people are reading, writing – not looking as Shawn slips his hand out of hers (or she lets go) and slips it between her thighs again.

“Keep on looking forward buttercup”

Keep reading

When I Met A Girl

***I wrote this for my English assignment and yeah… Enjoy****

When I was seven I met a girl who made me giggle. My first
day at school and she walked up to me, her hands filled with sand, “Here, have
this, you’re my new friend.” I took it gratefully, stunned by this tiny girl
with glasses too big for her face. I carried it around with me until I was told
off; sand wasn’t allowed in the classrooms. We’d sit together and laugh and cut
out tiny pictures of animals we would tape to our tables. She’d tell me stories
of older siblings and slide her glasses up her nose right before they’d fall off
her face. I’d sit there and eat my lunch, chiming in every now and again to
tell her about my funny memories, which always resulted in her laughing so much
she began to snort.  But summer was the
best, because the sun seemed to focus on her, making her blonde hair light up
and set her apart from our other classmates, always making me smile. She’d buy
red icy-poles from the canteen and would later hold my hand with her sticky
sugar coated ones during play time. It seemed as if nothing could compare to
her gapped tooth smile and messy hair.   I remember thinking of our days as being the
best thing in the universe, having endless fun and never growing tired of silly
jokes or colouring in.

When I was ten I met a girl who made me smile. We’d sit in
her room with Avril Lavigne playing on her TV and her parents arguing from the
kitchen. I’d bring over my mum’s lipsticks and eye shadows and we’d give each
other colourful makeovers to help pass the time. She’d welcome me into her pink
room and her freckled cheeks would glow underneath our messily made blanket fort,
then we’d sing along to the music, our hands together as we danced across the
room. She embodied happiness and wore yellow flowers behind her ears, sometimes
woven into her two long braids. I remember movie nights with her feeling like
they could last forever, the morning never seeming to come as we lay in bed and
laughed at our own jokes, staying up past midnight and sneaking into the
kitchen to steal ice cream and cookies for snacks. These nights were magical
and held a kind of sacredness, nothing bad could enter our forts, nor could
parents or siblings. She gave me confidence, energy and ice cream.

When I was thirteen I met a girl who made me laugh. This
girl was fearless, she approached me with certainty and demanded that I be her
friend. She’d text me at four in the morning and we’d talk for hours on end.
This girl was my best friend, this girl was beautiful and she knew it.  She’d take me by my hand and we’d run home
from school, collapsing on her bed, laughing, as we shook off our school bags.
She’d sit me down and open up to me about the things that erased the confidence
from her eyes, she told me about her mum and car crashes and things that made
her cry. I’d hug her and tell her it would be okay, because I felt as though I
needed to protect this girl, and I wanted to make her feel secure. We would
climb trees on her uncle’s farm and she would laugh when she had to help me up
to the highest branch, before kissing me and smiling the biggest smile I had
ever seen. I’d laugh nervously, my brain buzzing and my cheeks flushed, then
she’d kiss me again and we would just sit there, staring at the sunset. “Don’t
tell my dad.” She’d always say as we climbed down. For the longest time I
didn’t know if she meant don’t tell him that we’d climbed the tree or that we’d
kissed, I figured it out the next summer when her uncle came down to the back of
the farm to call us up for lunch and found us kissing. I was sent home and when
school started she wasn’t there. My teachers told me she was sent away to live
with her aunt in New South Wales.

When I was sixteen I met a girl who made me cry. This girl
was filled with shards of glass and storms. She was a hurricane that would
bring me along and then drop me to the ground when she was done. This girl
wasn’t kind or good for me, but she was captivating, she made me feel special
and loved and important. She’d pick me up in her old, beaten car and pause to
tie her long golden hair out of her face as she told me of the night’s plans.
When I was with her there were colours, there were lights and there were fields
of experiences and firsts and the little things that mattered. She’d put her
arm around me and promise me that tonight was going to be the best night ever, and
then we’d dance for hours on end, to music neither of us had ever heard. Whenever
we went out she’d be surrounded with crowds of older boys and pretty girls, but
she always managed to look down at me with her big green eyes that told me none
of them mattered, that nothing else mattered, because we were together and the
night was young and we had a car that could take us anywhere. But this girl was
poisonous. When we were alone she’d yell and scream and push me around. She’d
fill my ears with stinging words and leave me crying on her door step at the
end of each night when she was done with me. And for whatever reason, the next
day I’d come back, and we’d go out, and she’d love me, until we went back to
her house and she’d blame me for the car breaking down, or my parents finding
out we were drinking, or for her forgetting her keys. She’d blame me and I’d be
sent away shaken and scared, but I still came back.

When I was nineteen I met a girl who made me dance. I
complimented her on the scarf she wore to class every day, she had smiled and
whispered, “My dad bought it for me from Spain,” then she looked at me properly
and leaned in closer, “You have very pretty eyes.” I blushed and thanked her,
she smirked and resumed paying attention to the lecture. This girl was amazing;
she was charismatic and could charm anyone. She knew every student and every professor.
She was smart, creative and emotional in all the right ways. She was all things
bright and all things extroverted.  This
girl was warm and this girl was lovely. She wore flowing dresses and took me to
sophisticated parties where we would stand in the corner and laugh at every one’s
ridiculous outfits, we’d get tipsy on champagne and spend the rest of the
evening in dingy cafes in the city that smelt like old smoke and pancakes. My
year with her was the best year of my life. Her dad would buy plane tickets to
fly us out to Spain to stay with him. We’d spend hundreds of dollars on
expensive Spanish food and waste hours watching street performers, dancing, and
just being in each other’s arms. She was the first girl I had fallen in love with,
and every moment with her was special, was magical, and was perfect. The night
before she left to move to Spain permanently we laid together in her bed and
cried. Eventually we stopped and I laid beside her, playing with her long red
hair as she rested her head against my shoulder, “This won’t be the end, long
distance works for a lot of people,” we’d tell each other. When she left, we
lasted for two months before we mutually agreed it wasn’t working, it took me five
months to properly recover. She was my first love.

When I was twenty-three I met a girl who made me jealous.
This girl could never love me back, this girl was the one that got away. I fell
for her despite myself. I really couldn’t help it, everything about her made me
smile; the way she covered her mouth when she laughed, how she did her makeup,
the way she cut her hair, the skirts she wore that would billow around her
every time she spun around, which was often. This girl was kind to me and took
care of me, she was my friend and was there for me when I needed her. We moved
in together and it felt like torture, I wanted so much more than what we had,
but I couldn’t have it, so I had to remain content with our current friendship,
with inside jokes and crying on each other’s shoulders. For then, it was
enough, but I couldn’t help pining. She eventually met a man, and for months I
was taken over with jealousy, why did he achieve what I could not? Soon she
moved out and moved in with him, they became engaged and I was forced to let go
of my feelings. Yet we still remain friends, and we have dinners together and
laugh about my younger self and her love stricken feelings.

When I was twenty-seven I met a girl that made me sparkle.
This girl, she was The One. She’s the girl that made time stop, that froze
everything around us every time we kissed. The girl that made my stomach fill
with butterflies and my head fill with romances. This girl was every definition
of perfect. I could stare for hours and hours and hours at this girl and her
beautiful blue eyes, at her constellations of freckles that littered her back,
I could stare and he stained lips and her short wavy hair, I could stare at
this girls tanned legs and I could listen to her angelic voice until the day I
die. I fell in love with all these, all of the beautiful perfect pieces of her.
I fell in love with her flaws also; the stretch marks pulled across her hips,
the small mole on her jaw, the scar in between her eyebrows from when she was a
child, the regretted star tattoo on her finger. Everything about her enraptured
me, she was perfect to me, and I too her. She’d surprise me in the mornings
with sweet coffee and a sweeter smile. This girl would take me on adventures I
will never forget.  She made me feel like
a million stars, she made me sparkle, she helped me love everything, she helped
me follow my passions and to realise what love felt like. This girl was lovely.

Patater Week - Day 1

Feb. 6- Get Together – (Coraline-inspired AU, magical realism, 6.4K)
Soundtrack: [Exploration] + [Dreaming]

There’s a low, paint-chipped door in the corner of Alexei Mashkov’s living room in Providence.

His agent tells him that the door used to connect to the apartment next to his, a long time ago, when the structure had been one. The door leads to nowhere now, only a wall of bricks. Alexei has even seen the wall of bricks in person, when he requested the landlord open the door for fun. He’s always been curious, after all, and the old, rusted key that the agent picks out from the cabinets only added to that curiosity.

“You’ll get yourself into trouble one day, Lyosha,” his grandmother used to tell him. Alexei had been young, perhaps seven or eight, when she warned him. “Don’t ask so many questions, and try to be happy, or the spirits will see, and take you.” She had said, “Don’t go through strange doors, and don’t follow voices, especially if they sing to you.”

“What’s so bad about singing?” Alexei had demanded, in a petulant way only a seven-year-old can manage. “I sing.”

“Yes, love, but they sing to confuse you,” his grandmother had responded. “They sing of a life better than the one you have, so you want to come to them. You see? They want to trick you and steal you away.”

Of course, Alexei had thought her warning had been metaphorical, if not slightly cryptic. She’d been old then, and easily confused. If you take out the spirits part, the rest sound more or less logical. He figured that she doesn’t want him talking to strangers and end up kidnapped, so Alexei had merely nodded and promised her. No going in strange doors, no following the singing voice, not that there’d been any in his life. Until now.

The bricks are nothing special: the seams filled with cement, the corners dusty with cobwebs. It’s nothing out of the ordinary, but there’s a draft that only Alexei can feel because when he mentions it to the agent, she only blinks in confusion.

“Why not lock it?” Alexei asks, when the agent pockets the old key and closes the old, wooden door.

“Why should I?” the agent says, smiling. “The wall is bricked up. Not like there’s anything that can come out. Now, let’s go to the kitchen. The structure itself is a little old, almost 150 years, but it’s been recently remodeled. It’s got a beautiful granite counter top—”

Alexei loves the house. But doesn’t know why he feels uneasy about the door. When he gets the keys to the house, he finds the rusted key again and locks the door. 

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Seriously, guys, the more I think about the dynamics and such that are playing out in the last episodes of this season, the more I’m just LOVING what the show is doing for next season. 

1. We have Lady Knight Echo who lost her King, but finds a new one in Bellamy. We’ll likely get the whole knight/king (aka queen) trope between them, and I could see her being fiercely loyal and protective of him, and I’m honestly going to love seeing Bellamy having a loyal fighter who is completely devoted to him, ya’know?

2. We have two soulmates seperated by space and an apocalypse, and they’ll spend most of season 5 finding their way physically and emotionally back to each other. 

3. We have Bellamy Blake who is full out the central leader of his group, and it’ll be amazing to see the kind of man he’ll be now that he’s stepping in the role of being the head. He’ll be more mature and likely a bit more big picture thinking, and I can’t help think that he’s not quite going to be as emotional and impulsive like he use to be.  Bellamy is also going to be the leader that ALL of Clarke’s friends look to now, and I bet they’re going to have their own routines down and Clarke will find that she doesn’t really fit anymore (though, she’ll fit again, it’ll just take awhile). 

4. We have Braven being the new co-leader couple (not romantic, bc yeah, that ain’t happening), so that when Clarke comes back, you can already see that Braven will struggle with letting Clarke back in and Clarke will struggle with that fact that Raven and Bellamy are now use to being the co-leader couple without her. 

5. Clarke is now a mom, and it’ll turn her more into a heart, like Bellamy was, and now she and Bellamy will understand each other EVEN MORE (and I didn’t think that was possible). 

6. You just know that either Marper or Memori is having trouble in paradise and likely not together after 6 years, so we’ll find out what happened there and why. 

7. We’re likely going to see some pairings that we didn’t expect (for example, maybe Murphy x Raven or Octavia x Niylah or Bellamy x Echo, etc). 

8. BELLARKE REUNION (like… omg that’s going to be EPIC)

9. Octavia is totally going to be a completely different person, and Bellamy and her are going to clash on leadership ideas and decisions. 

10. These prisoner miners from space might allow us to have at least one good, old antagonist like in Mt. Weather and the story NEEDS that. 

11. We get to expand (truely expand) the world of The 100 and learn about a new culture, and realize that we have new cultures all around next season w/ Octavia’s group being the Mt. Men (basically), Clarke the grounder, Bellamy the Sky person, and Unknown Belters. 

12. We get to see how much Murphy and Emori change now that they’re part of a group and no longer outsiders. 

13. We get to see Jaha likely be a father to that boy in the finale, and him having a son again… and maybe doing right by this son like he didn’t with Wells. 

14. We get to see Abby’s brain falling apart slowly, while she likely has more premonitions (and is prophetic) and so we get some cool “magic”-like elements in the story next year. 

15. We learn more about the Red Dawn, Becca, and the Penal Colony and their connection with each other. 

16. We get to see how ALL of these new cultures will either destroy each other or work together to survive on that tiny bit of earth that’s still inhabitable. 

There’s just so much, and I’m soo excited for all these new possibilities. 

idek how y'all can ignore alana beck bc dang she’s such an interesting character with an interesting motivation so i guess i’ll just have to tell you

like even when we first see alana there’s a major contrast between her and other characters as far as wardrobe goes. she wears glasses and has her hair up and wears kind of nicer clothes. idk about you guys but she’s what i normally think of as a nerd. and of course we learn later that she’s a straight a student who could easily get into an ivy league school. therefore she’ll want to strive for perfection, so she’s very, very ambitious and clever (definitely a slytherin if you ask me but anyway).

when alana teams up with evan and jared for the connor project, we get to see that her heart is in the right place, and has a big heart as well. she realizes that now that someone in her grade has committed suicide, it could happen again, and she clearly doesn’t want that. she commits herself fully to the mission of the connor project–to make sure no one else feels alone. heck, she has a whole verse in you will be found how we all should have and deserve a safe space where we don’t feel alone and that we can be heard.

in act two, however, she ends up leaking evan’s letter aka connor’s suicide note, and essentially ruining the murphys’ lives. now that is s e v e r e l y messed up, and i am in no way excusing her actions, but we see just how devoted she is to her beliefs, as well as her ambition and determination. she believed that leaking the letter would help the cause, so she did. evan is understandably very upset about alana leaking the letter without his consent, and accuses her of doing the connor project for like college credit or whatever something along those lines, how he trusted her enough to send it to her, and she sends it out to the world. we then have alana’s verse in good for you and all that good stuff.

alana knows her heart is in the right place, but now she knows evan’s wasn’t. because of her ambition, she believed she could actually make a positive change in her school through the connor project, and now that it was all falling apart, she realizes that all of her efforts were for nothing.

alana is definitely an idealist, and wants the best for everyone, so knowing that evan used so many people definitely made her angry. again, she did a terrible thing, and we don’t know how she felt about leaking the letter, so we don’t get a resolution to alana’s character arc, but she’s still an incredibly interesting and complex character that we as a fandom shouldn’t ignore.

thank you, thank you. *bows*

dirty laundry || archie andrews

Word Count: 627

Warnings: cheating,i didn’t really proof this, i honestly have no idea if anything could be a trigger

Requested: Nope

Originally posted by jughead-thethird

Walking into Pop’s, Y/N heard the jingle of the small silver bell and saw the warm smile on Pop’s face. “Hey Y/N, what can I get you?” He asked, still holding that sweet smile. “I don’t think I’m getting anything today Pop.” She said, looking around the diner for her boyfriend since 8th grade, Archie Andrews. “Well if you need anything, just let me know.” He told her as he headed off to clean more milkshake glasses.

She spotted the red headed wonder and started walking towards him. Half an hour ago, Archie texted Y/N asking to meet him at Pop’s for something urgent. Approaching the booth, she started to get nervous. A meeting like this hasn’t happened before and they’ve been dating for 2 and a half years. But, she’s noticed that for the past month, ever since school got out, he has been acting strange. Distant. The two of them used to hang out every Friday at the Twilight, stuffing the back of his dad’s truck with many fluffy pillows and piles of blankets. The cute little tradition stopped. She thought it was because of the death of Jason Blossom, but maybe it was something else.

Sitting down on the seat across from him, Y/N kept her hands in her lap, looking down at her palms. “Hey.” She nearly whispered to the boy. “Hey.” He replied back, leaning forward so his crossed arms would go on the table. “We need to talk.” He stated seriously. Y/N looked up at him in his brown eyes. The brown eyes she fell in love with.  "What do we need to talk about Arch?“ She asked as you reached across the table to grab his hand, but when her hand grazed his, Archie pulled his back. He sighed, putting his face on his hands. He moved his hands back to the table, grabbing hers softly and lovingly.

“Um, Y/N listen. I-I think we should see other people.” The words that broke her heart. No, made her heart shatter. She started shaking her head no, tears forming in her beautiful eyes. This is why he’s been so distant. Because he didn’t want to be with her.  

“What? Why? I thought we were doing okay. I-Is it about Jason? Is that why-” Y/N started rushing out questions, wondering what she did wrong and where she had gone wrong in their relationship. “It’s not about Jason, Y/N. I’m falling out of love with you.” Archie bluntly stated, feeling terrible about how he was making his girl feel. The girl who was no longer his. Y/N pulled her hands away from his and swiftly moved them to wipe the tears off of her sad face. “Oh.” Archie’s eyes softened. Of course he still loved her, it’s just that now there was someone else in the picture. Miss Grundy. And he didn’t want to hurt Y/N, by cheating on her (even though he already did.)  

“Y/N, I still love you but not as much as I used to. I-I just feel like we’re falling apart.” He said, trying to make feel just an ounce better. It’s my fault that we are falling apart was all he could think. Y/N started fiddling with her thumbs. “I guess I’ll just go then.” She said, not looking at Archie. “Y/N, wait!” He said standing up after her, his shouts earning the looks of other customers. “We- we can still be friends.” He said quieter now, trying to gain her eye contact but failing. Y/N chuckled, they could never be friends after he broke her heart.“Goodbye Archie.” She said, turning around to walk out the door of the diner,with a heavy heart and the sound of the silver bell jingle once again. 

Sucker For Suckers

Flood warning for smutty smut smut.

Exiting the bath you glanced to the interconnecting door between yours and Spencer’s hotel rooms. You’d definitely locked it before you’d gone for your bath right? Yeah, you were sure of it.

You tossed your phone onto your bed next to your bag and lay down, you’d air dry naturally and then pull on your pj’s. Now you were on the bed, you couldn’t be bothered to move again.

Something had been bothering you for the best part of the day. Something that really shouldn’t have been bothering you as much it had.

Actually, it was more like a someone. The same someone who was more than likely asleep in the room next to yours.

Spencer Reid.

Spencer had been looking extremely good recently, even despite the fact that he was hobbling around with a crutch due to getting himself shot in the leg. His hair was longer than you’d ever seen it before and at multiple times over the past few weeks, you’d found yourself looking at his hair and wondering what it would be like to run your fingers through it.

The two of you had been sent to do an inmate interview out of town and due to the lateness and the distance, had been allowed to put a hotel room and meals on expenses. For your desserts, you’d had the strawberry cheesecake, but Spencer had had an ice cream sundae that had been topped off with pieces of candy, which had included a large cherry flavoured sucker.

Which was when you’d started to feel extremely uncomfortable.

Your eyes had become completely entranced by his lips as they worked their way around the sucker, his pink tongue poking out every so often to swipe over it as he innocently carried on speaking to you, although by this point, you were a simply nodding along, having no actual idea what he was saying. All your brain could think about was his lips and what else they could do.

Which as you were lying on your hotel bed, was now all you were thinking shout again.

Jesus Christ, Y/N. Get a grip, you told yourself.

Yeah, get a grip on his hair, tug him towards you and push him down between your legs so he could use his mouth on something else.

Oh fuck. Stop it!

But you couldn’t, your mind was in overdrive and you suddenly needed release. Hiking your towel up and kicking your bag onto the floor with a loud thud, you slipped your hand between your legs and got to work, focusing on the imagery from earlier. Dr Reid’s lips.

Ugh.

Spencer couldn’t sleep and a loud thud from his colleagues room jolted him. What had the noise been? Had she fallen off the bed or something?

He both cursed and blessed the fact that the hotel had given then interconnecting rooms. It meant they’d been able to keep the doors open earlier so they could talk as they were getting ready for dinner. Which had also meant that Spencer may have accidentally caught a peak of Y/N’s beautiful body as she was changing. He hadn’t meant to, but the way the mirror in her room was angled had meant he’d been able to see her as she changed and it had only added to his already ridiculously huge crush on her.

Spencer hauled himself off of his bed, grabbing his crutch and limping over to the doors between the two rooms. The thud had worried him and now he could hear a strange noise. Heavy breathing.

Shit, perhaps she had fallen and now couldn’t get back up.

Placing his hand on the door knob, he quietly turned it and pulled the door open, his jaw dropping at the sight in front of him.

Jeeeesus.

Spencer knew he should look away but he couldn’t. His colleague, his gorgeous and amazing colleague, was lying on her bed in a toweling robe, her legs spread and her eyes closed as she frantically rubbed her fingers over her clit.

Her breathing was heavy, little gasps and groans escaping her parted lips and Spencer felt his dick twitching as blood rushed to it, making him immediately hard.

He was just about to turn away when he heard a name fall from her mouth.

“Spencer… ”

What? What now? He glanced over and saw that her eyes were still closed, a light sheen of sweat covering her body. She shifted her legs further apart and Spencer’s eyes widened as he watched her slip two fingers inside her slit, his name… his name, on her lips again.

He coughed. Not intentionally, at least….he didn’t think so.

Her eyes flew open and locked onto his.

Shit.

Crap.

Oh god, you’d been so close as well.

But now somehow, the object of your lust filled fantasy, was standing at the door between your rooms watching you.

Well this was embarrassing. You pulled your fingers from yourself quickly, wiping them on the bed cover and pulling your towel back down.

“Spencer… What the fuck?!”

“I… I erm… I heard a noise. I thought… I thought you were…. Never mind.”

He leant on his crutch and tried to turn around. It was then, that you saw the sizeable bulge that had formed in his pants.

Oh.

Oh!

“Wait!” you called out, sliding off the bed and walking over to him. Now you’d seen that he was turned on, there was only one way you could see this going. And that was like the plot of a bad porno.

But still…

Standing in front of Reid and hearing his breath hitch, you boldly placed your hand over his groin, palming him through the thin cotton of his sleep pants.

“Did you like watching that, Dr Reid?” you felt him twitch in response and you slowly started to stroke your hand up and his length, watching his tongue flick out over his lips.

“You can… You can feel that I did…. ” he murmured.

“Do you know what I was thinking about when I was doing it?”

He shook his head, although you knew you’d called his name out and that he’d heard it.

“You Spencer, I was thinking about you.”

You squeezed him through his pants, watching his pupils dilate with lust.

“How bad is that leg exactly? Can you still.. fuck?”

He groaned as your hand slid up and down his shaft as your other one moved to your towel and tugged it loose so you were standing in front of him completely naked.

“I…. I think so… I’d have to be on… Oh fuck… Bottom, though.”

You grinned. “Suits me fine. There’s plenty of things I was thinking about doing to you that involve me being on top. The main thing being grinding on that beautiful mouth of yours.

The hand that wasn’t grasping his crutch suddenly gripped yours, stopping your ministrations on his dick.

“Then stop thinking about them and do it.”

Oh my! Those were unexpected words from him. But oh my! Yes….

You helped him over to your bed, the crutch being discarded onto the floor swiftly followed by his clothes. Carefully, you pushed him back onto the mattress, taking in his glorious body as he positioned himself comfortably. His knee was still bandaged from the gun shot wound and you hoped he wasn’t lying when he said he was certain he could still do this. But then, if you were doing all the work, surely it would be okay.

You climbed onto the bed next to him, kneeling by his side and moving your hand with the intention of stroking him.

“No.” He shook his head at you.

“No?”

“You mentioned something about grinding on my mouth. Y/N, I’ve just stood and watched you finger your pussy. Do you have any idea how badly I want to taste that now?”

Well. Okay then.

Spencer reached behind him and pulled the pillows from under his head so he was laying flat. He licked his lips slowly at you and that was really all of the encouragement you needed.

Inching forwards, you carefully swung your leg over so you were straddling his head, your hands gripping the head board. Looking down you could see his eyes had drifted to between your legs and then they looked up, locking onto yours. Placing his hands onto your thighs he pulled you downwards, onto his mouth and you let out a loud moan as the flat of his tongue connected with your already overly sensitised clit.

His mouth began to work, his eyes never leaving yours as he swiped over your throbbing bundle of nerves over and over, applying just the right amount of pressure to have you gasping within moments. Fucking fuck! His mouth was everything you’d dreamed about and more, his lips sucking around your clit to increase the sensation as his tongue flicked away, his fingers digging into your thighs as you tried to raise yourself off, the feeling almost too much. He kept you there though and you were sure that your juices were probably dribbling down his chin right down with how turned on you were.

Letting go of the head board, you allowed your hands to snake over your body, pulling and teasing your neglected breasts, a groan vibrating through Spencer’s mouth as he saw what you were doing. One of his hands released their hold on your thighs and when you dared to look behind you, you could see that he was pumping away at his cock.

You were close, so very close, now actively grinding on his lips as he licked and sucked at you, the room now filled with the sounds of both of your excitement. Finally, you felt that tell tale flicker deep inside your lower stomach and you gripped the headboard again with both hands, as you came, shuddering and squirming over Spencer’s mouth. From beneath you, you felt a series of jolts and you realised Spencer had reached his own end as well, watching you come as he was stroking his own dick had pushed him over the edge and he had a pool of glistening fluid atop of his tummy.

You swung your leg back over and collapsed on the bed next to him, giggling as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I was kinda hoping that you’d be inside me when you did that,” you told him hoarsely.

“Same here. But…. Fuck…. I just… ”

“How much recovery time do you need?” you raised your eyebrows at him, licking your lips. Now you’d had him, you wanted him again and again.

“Half an hour…. Maybe?” he groaned, shifting on the bed and then wincing as his mess started to move.

“Half an hour it is then. I’ll get something to clean you up, and maybe a drink or something. Then we can talk.”

“About?”

“The things we just did and how often they’re gonna need to happen. Your mouth is magnificent Spencer. And I kinda had visions of tugging on your hair and stuff but I think you need to be fully able bodied for that sort of stuff. So I think we’re going to need to date. Okay with you?”

“More than okay with me.. ”

Prompt #2: Jughead Jones

[A/n]: I usually try to post imagines, preferences, etc. on whatever day new episodes come on unless the show is in between seasons. Once again, I have never read the comics, so I’m basing everything off of whatever has happened in the tv series.

Word count: 430+

Status: Edited


“You can’t sit there all day.” You turned around with tears in your eyes to see Jughead Jones looking down at you. You swiveled back around to look at Jason Blossom’s memorial which was in front of his locker. It was decorated with flowers and notes and a couple pictures here and there; one of them included you. It was fairly recent which hurt even more. Who knew that only a few weeks after it had been taken he’d be gone.

“I’m serious, [Y/n]. The janitors lock up at about 7:30. If you’re not out of here before then, you’re out of luck.”

“This isn’t a joke, Jughead,” you scoffed. “Do you even know what it’s like to lose someone who’s so important to you?” You asked with obvious bitterness as you continued to stare at the memorial.

You heard him sigh, and soon after felt him sit beside you. “Yes I do, actually.” You turned your head to look at him, and his eyes bored into yours. “I was friends with this guy once…Archie Andrews. We met in elementary school and we clicked–” he snapped his finger, “just like that. Now Archie and I weren’t just friends, we were best friends. Sometimes he would even sneak out in the middle of the night to come hang out with me in my tree house. He was a cool guy, really. Oh, and he had the most beautiful twin sister. I had never really been into girls, or anyone for that matter, but, God, was she gorgeous.” You broke your eye contact with Jughead to look down at Jason’s memorial again. “The three of us would hang out together every day, but then everything changed. One week. It took one week for everything to fall apart. And do you wanna know why?”

“Jughead…” you trailed off.

“I couldn’t tell you.” You looked back at him. “So tell me, [Y/n]. What happened?”

A sigh left your lips. “Jug, people grow apart all the time; me, you, and Archie were no different.”

“Yeah, but you’ll always have Archie, and he’ll always have you. You guys are twins. I don’t have either of you; I’ll probably never have either of you again.” You didn’t know how to respond. You had no clue Jughead had felt that way about the three of you breaking off into different friend groups.

“Jug—" but he cut you off.

“Save it. You didn’t care when you canceled on the road trip, so why should you care now?”

Fight Night || Jughead Jones

91-72-65-88 with Jughead!????🙏🏻😗🙃

72.) “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”
88.) “STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”
91.) “Tell me you need me.”

A/N: I didn’t use number 65 in here because as of a few days ago, I’ve been limiting requests to 3 or less prompts for each fic, and since I’ve used number 65 a couple times now for previous prompts, I figured I’d just stick with 72, 88, and 91. Hope you enjoy! Warning: angst ahead!

Gif by @ravemreyes

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“STOP INTERRUPTING ME!” you yelled as Jughead cut you off for the fourth time that night.

To be fair though, you had cut him off as well.

Forget movie night. This was fight night. What started off as a regular date night in the projection room at the drive-in theater between you and Jughead had turned into full-out arguing. Playful bickering and throwing popcorn playfully was traded for yelling at each other from across the room.

“No, Y/N, you’re going to let me speak, because—”

“You’ve been interrupting me all night!”

“You just interrupted me!”

You groaned frustratedly and the argument continued.

It didn’t matter what the fight was about anymore. That mattered was that true feelings were now being brought up. And those feelings hurt.

“God, you’re so needy!” Jughead suddenly yelled.

You froze at his words. That was your biggest insecurity. It wasn’t that you were clingy, you just liked social interaction. You may not like big social events like parties, but you liked to hang out with your small group of friends as much as you could. Since Jughead was your boyfriend and the two of you loved each other, you tried to spend as much time as you could with him. Despite this, you always wondered if you were too needy. Jughead and your friends always reassured you that you weren’t, but it still lingered in the back of your mind. You thought that was the worst thing Jughead could say to you. You were wrong.

“You might as well just say, “Oh Jughead, tell me you need me,”” Jughead said, mimicking a high-pitched voice. “Isn’t that what your mom used to say to your dad?”

Jughead knew he had gone too far as soon as he said that. Your parents were a touchy subject. They had gotten a bitter divorce when you were very young. Your dad had fallen out of love with your mom and in love with his coworker. Your mom was desperate to keep her marriage from falling apart, not wanting to get rid of that happy family dream she had worked so hard for. It didn’t matter. Your father left within three months and never saw either of you again. Your mom was heartbroken.

You gasped at Jughead’s words and your heart felt like it had been ripped apart. You had told him about your parents all those years ago because you thought that he would never bring it up against you. You trusted him. And now that trust was broken.

Jughead’s eyes widened as the reality of what he said hit him. You turned away from him and began to cry, unable to help it. He had broken your heart.

“Y/N? he asked softly.

He began to make his way over to you. You didn’t answer.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean—”

He cut himself off with a sigh.

“Christ, Y/N, I’m so— I just… Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now,” the teenager said lamely. He knew he was losing you. “I need to know you’re okay.”

You remained silent, except for the heaving sobs leaving your body. Jughead gently put a hand on your shoulder and you yanked your arm away like you had been burned. Hurt flashed across Jughead’s face and he lowered his hand. You wiped your tears and took a few shaky breaths before walked over to the chair that had your jacket resting on it near the front of the door. You grabbed it and put it on, ignoring Jughead’s gaze the entire time. You had just reached for the doorknob when Jughead spoke again.

“Y/N,” he said softly, gently grabbing your wrist.

This time you didn’t pull away like you had been burned, but you didn’t turn to look at Jughead either.

“Please don’t go.” he begged.

You didn’t miss the way his voice was now broken and watery. It hurt you to do so, but you pulled your wrist away from Jughead’s grip anyway and pulled your jacket closer to you.

“Goodbye, Jughead.” you said quietly, opening the front door, stepping outside.

As you closed the door behind you, Jughead sat down on the floor, and took a couple of shaky breaths before finally letting himself cry.

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A/N: Okay, so… This was the most difficult prompt I’ve ever done. I think it had something to do with #72. For some reason, it was really hard to incorporate that prompt into a situation with Jughead and the reader. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed!! Send me feedback!

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anonymous asked:

can you write a fic where betty and jughead keeping getting caught in the blue and gold room, even by alice

Sure, so cute!
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Jughead ran his fingers through the silky long strands of her honey blonde hair as Betty leaned against him, her eyes scanning the article she was revising while she hummed along softly to the Frank Sinatra playing from his phone speaker.

It was comfortably quiet in the office of the Blue and Gold, no angry football players, no jealous red heads, even the ever present stress regarding the murder of Jason Blossom seemed to still, leaving nothing but Betty’s warm curves pressed against his body and her fingers tapping gently on his knees. His heart felt warm and full as she wiggled against him, taking full advantage of their environment and the confidence the quiet was giving him Jughead dropped his lips to Betty’s neck, pressing a feather light kiss to her pulse point.

Betty instantly sighed, she was familiar with the feeling of his lips but the sensation still sent a shiver through her body. When they were together, really together, the connection was undeniable, their spark was something out of a storybook and it thrilled Betty to her core, she was fairly certain Jughead felt the same, his shaking hands were a perfect example of the effect they had on each other.

“Bets.” He whispered into her neck, his breath blowing warm air onto her tan, warm skin.
She turned into his arms, gently running her nose over his, nuzzling him softly as both of their eyes drifted closed. Their breathing was heavy and they were sitting so close they were merely a tangle of limbs and fluttering eyelashes.

“What do you want Juggie?” Betty whispered, opening her eyes to stare into his, the instance his deep blue stormy ones caught hers, she felt her breath leave her chest at the intensity of his stare, so much in his eyes that mirrored her own.

“I just want you.” He whispered back, dipping his mouth to meet hers.

Almost instantly the blue and gold office doors swung open revealing Alice Cooper, standing before them, her hands on her hips and her all knowing smile gracing her lips.

“Well hello children”

Betty and jughead flew apart from each other, Jughead catching Betty around the waist before she could fall from the plaid couch.

“Mom!” Betty shouted frantically, her face flushed now for a different reason.

“Oh Elizabeth, stop with the dramatics. I have a new lead on the case. So today…” Alice rambled on, pulling out notes and moving her hands eccentrically.

Jughead groaned before dropping his head into Betty’s shoulder blades. “Remind me again why we asked her to work here.” He said, muffled through her tshirt.

Betty giggled
“It was your idea Juggie.” She reminded him, gently running her fingers over his wavy black hair.

“It’s the third time this week! I mean I get it, she’s your mom, but this used to be our private place.” He pouted slightly.

Betty ran her thumb over his extended lip and smiled
“We’ll just have to find a new private place.” She whispered before dropping a kiss to his pouty lips “I happen to remember a certain tree house you had when we were kids, think it’s still there?” She smirked

Jugheads eyes widened, she could practically hear the wheels turning in his head
“Yeah.. yeah it is.” He cleared his throat

“ hello? Am I the only one interested in finding out what those heinous blossoms did to their son?” Alice asked snapping in her daughters boyfriends face.

Jughead shook his head before rolling his eyes and nodding at Alice

“You got it boss.”

He winked at Betty.

Butterfly

⇢ After the accident, you can’t remember anything about your life, including your relationship with Jimin.

Pairing: Jimin | reader

◦ Genre: angst, fluff, implied smut

◦ Word count: 13k

◦ Warnings: mentions of death and blood

cr.

“It’s like a wind that gently strokes me, it’s like a dust that gently drifts along. You’re there but for some reason, I can’t reach you, stop…”

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anonymous asked:

Hi, love your fics! "kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap" for bellarke. (If you let me be specific....I'd like this in canon. I love Bellamy's scruff but I wouldn't be mad if there's a scene where clarke's sitting in his lap, shaving his beard off, and there's sexual tension)

gah thank you so much!! um, again, canon bellarke is my SHIT and writing this was truly an ethereal experience because like…bellamy blake and a beard has truly changed me. tbh i love it and think he looks amazing. but anyways, i hope this is everything you wanted and more, nonny! 

P.S: I was listening to the song Dearly Departed by DeVotchka while writing this. the title came from it. You can listen to it here


how i missed your heart (beating next to mine)

(ao3)

There is a strange sense of deja vu being back on Earth. You would think the second nuclear apocalypse would make everything different, but it stills seems eerily familiar. Perhaps it’s because six years later, Bellamy is standing in the same place he had been thousands of days ago. He’s standing on the balcony of the lab watching his friends drink and laugh together like nothing had changed. Like they didn’t carry the weight of the world on their shoulders. Maybe it’s because they didn’t. Maybe he carried it all. Maybe he still does.

“You think it’s time we finally have that drink?” a familiar voice pulls him from his reverie. He turns to find her, still unsure if everything that’s happening is real. Clarke. She’s alive. She survived.

Their reunion hadn’t been glorious. In fact, it was a simple lock of the eyes and a half-smile before they had to disappear into the woods to escape their newest enemy. Of course. They always have fucking enemies. But now he gets to look at her, really look at her for the first time in 2,205 days. She looks healthy, her curves softer than they’ve ever been and her skin glows in the bright light. She’s cut her hair into a shorter bob and somehow managed to add color to it. She smiles like she hadn’t been left behind to die. Left behind to die by him. It makes his heart feel like it’s going to shatter into a million pieces – he knows because he’s felt it before. He felt it the day they left.

“I’m not much of a drinker anymore,” he says as lightly as he can despite thinking of the months he spent drinking away pain and loathing on the Ark. He’s not proud of himself, after all, they had chosen him to lead them. He did. He was a leader during the day, but at night he would numb himself to the responsibility. He would numb his heart so he could better listen to his head.

He feels warmth seep into his sleeve and freezes, his body unraveling at the smallest touch. She’s real. She’s real. She’s here.

“Bellamy,” she whispers his name and it’s a godsend. He always loved the way it fell from her lips and he spent so long believing he’d never hear it again. When he looks at her, whatever she had been about to say dies on her lips. They stare at each other, all their unspoken words hanging in the air. I’m sorry. I forgive you. I’m happy you’re here. I missed you. So much.

“Clarke!” Raven’s voice interrupts the moment, “Get your ass down here and drink with us!”

She steps back from him with a sad smile, like she wishes more than anything they could just have one fucking moment to themselves. But it’s just like old times. Just when they have a second to breathe together, someone always takes it away. He can’t really blame them this time. After all, they too are trying to comprehend the fact that their friend is alive.

He follows her over to the group, if only because he’s not quite ready to be away from her again even if it’s only for a moment. Not to mention he’s done six years of brooding on his own, he can’t take much more. His cup remains filled with water as they all laugh and tell stories of their years apart. They’ve lost so much but in this moment it feels like they’ve gained so much more. It’s late into the night before people begin to drift off, one by one. Eventually, he and Clarke are the only two left awake.

“I didn’t even know you could grow a beard,” she muses and he can’t help the chuckle that slips from his throat.

“Me either,” he admits, “It just kind of happened.”

And it did. Shaving became a tedious task by the end of their stay on the Ark. He was spending long days working on the rocket and using the rest of the time to sleep. Shaving wasn’t exactly a priority.  

“No razors on the ring?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “Didn’t really care to do it, honestly.”

She hums in response before standing and holding a hand out to him. He raises his eyebrow in question and she grins (fuck, when did her smile start lighting entire rooms?), “Let’s go take care of it.”

He feels that sense of  deja vu again. Clarke Griffin is standing in front of him, hating on his beard, and acting like no time had ever passed between them. She’s forgiven him, he realizes. Of course she would. Only she would brush off being left to die and chalk it up to, ‘you did what you had to do.’

“You don’t like my beard, Princess?” it comes out before he can really think about it and she looks just as surprised as he feels but she plays it off.

“Eh.” and with that, he finds himself following her up the stairs and into the bedroom. She pushes him on the bed and demands that he sit and he’s trying not to let his mind go there but it all feels extremely intimate.

He hears her fumbling around in the attached bathroom and she emerges a few moments later with a bottle and old scalpel. He eyes the tool warily and she laughs softly.

“Trust me, it works a lot better than a knife,” she tells him. She places the items on the table and puts a hand on his cheek to examine the patches of hair that have grown along his chin and neck. His heart slams against his chest at the contact and suddenly the air feels thick.

Seemingly unaffected by the closeness, she grabs the bottle from the table and pours some into her palm before rubbing into the overgrown areas, “It’s conditioner. Surprisingly hard to make. “

He grunts, unable to form coherent words in this exact moment. 48 hours ago, they had been preparing to come back to Earth and have to start from scratch. As far as any of them knew, Clarke had been dead for six years. 24 hours ago, she had found them in a flurry of blonde, complete with an adopted child (which nearly makes him laugh, because of course she would find someone to take care of in their absence). Now, she’s in front of him helping him shave. It’s all so fucking surreal.

“Turn your head,” she murmurs and he does as she says, closing his eyes while her fingers massage into his cheek. Her hands are steady as they sweep the hair from his cheek, his chin. He can feel her breath brushing each newly bare area and it sends goosebumps up his arms. She’s here. She’s so close. He has to close his eyes for a moment to keep himself grounded. It can’t be happening. It shouldn’t be happening. But it is.

“Clarke,” it’s the first time he says her name and her movements still. When he opens his eyes, she is staring right back at him, her blue irises piercing into his soul. He swallows the small lump beginning to form in his throat.

“Tilt your head back,” she directs quietly and threads her empty hand through his curls, gently tugging him back. He has to close his eyes again because, fuck, the close proximity, the way she’s touching and caressing his skin. He feels like he’s on fire.

She makes quick work of his cheeks and chin, but getting the patches on his neck seem to providing a lot more trouble for her. She pauses for a moment before setting the the scalpel on the bed.

She clears her throat, “I’m having trouble with this part…do you…can I?”

Her nervousness is full frontal now, wringing her hands in front of him and looking anywhere but into his eyes. He isn’t sure what she’s trying to ask, but he knows he doesn’t want her to stop.

“Go ahead,” he tells her. She lets out a small breath before she pushes his shoulder to help him lean back. He does, leaning back onto his forearms so she has full access to his neck. He’s fine. He’s under control. Until she climbs onto his lap, with her legs on either side of him. In all the time they’ve known each other, even in their most intimate moments, it’s the closest contact they’ve ever had. His breath hitches in his throat and she looks like she may change her mind, so he grabs her wrist and nods for her to continue. He wants her to keep going.

He tilts his head back and she leans in, her breath hot on his neck as she concentrates on the more sensitive parts of his throat. She works the blade slowly and gently, rubbing her thumb over the newly smooth skin. Before he’s ready, she scrapes the last of the hair and wipes at him gently with the cloth she had slung over her shoulder. She brushes it along his neck, his cheeks, his lips. His hands of begun to idly slide up her thighs, gripping her through her pants and rubbing circles into the flesh.

It’s funny how he could only know her for such a short amount of time, most of which they spent at odds, and yet still feel an unmistakable pull to her. Everything about her intrigues him, challenges him, moves him. His hands are on her waist now, digging into her hip bones and her eyes close at the touch. It’s too much, he thinks, it’s too soon to feel this way again. But she’s consuming him just like she always had and now that he has her back, now that she’s really here, he can’t find it in himself to pull away.

He leans up, bringing them closer together and leans his forehead against hers and they’re breathing each other in. They should talk, but talking almost seems inadequate. Her hands fall to his shoulders, they trace each plane of his arm like she’s trying to retrace every piece of him she could have forgotten in their time apart. As her hands fall, his rise, moving across her waist, her back, tangle in her hair. IT’s then he realizes he’s smiling, truly and genuinely smiling, and she’s smiling too. When her eyes open they’re full and he brushes a thumb along her cheek to wipe away the stray tear having fallen.

“You’re alive,” he whispers and it feels like the reunion they deserve. Uninterrupted. Personal. Intense.

“So are you,” she responds and suddenly the tension is too much. They aren’t close enough. She has to understand what it all means. What she means to him.

He brushes his lips against hers and it’s quick and soft. She stills and suddenly he thinks he may have misread her, may have gotten it all wrong. But then she chokes out a sob, one full of overwhelming joy and before he can react, she crushes her lips against his and her hands immediately tangle into his hair again holding him to her.

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t ever dreamt about this moment. He had a million times, a million lifetimes ago. And he thought it would always remain a dream, that it would always be something he’d regret not doing before their time was up. But time has been forgiving. IT’s been a blessing. It’s been given back to them and he decides, right then as they pour everything into each other’s lips, that he won’t ever take it for granted.

Do we know how young Andrew was when he was first adopted??? Like we know he was first abused at 7, but before that he was truly an orphan in the system and it makes me sad thinking about little Andrew waiting and hoping that one day he would be adopted and have a family that loves him and then when he finally does get into a foster family he experiences the abuse and all his dreams come crashing down, but he thinks maybe the next family will be better? but it just keeps happening again and again and again and yet he still holds out hope that Cass will love him and puts up with Drake just to have that fall apart too and then if that wasn’t enough, finding out your birth mom is basically only taking you in because she was forced to by your uncle, that mom turning out abusive too, and your aunt and uncle who are now supposed to take care of you are going to hate you on principle because you’re gay like??? it’s no wonder he shuts people out

Do it Right

Imagine fall in love with your work affair, that happens to be Jerome Valeska


Coffee and metal were the fragrances of that house. I felt the urgency to get up from the bed when I heard the footsteps coming from the bathroom. That young but already feared ginger man entered the room and held my pulse to keep me quiet, so he could kiss me a good morning.
It was fine last week, last month, last year, but now, when his cold lips found mine in a gentle kiss, the old butterflies was all over my stomach again. I did not let him touch me more than this and made my way to the kitchen.
I sat in the kitchen sink and waited for the coffee pass. My mind was full of Jerome’s weird behavior last night when he called me, not a drop of alcohol in his blood. I hugged myself and looked around. The times I was inside that apartment everything was blurred, the light always turned off. But this morning I could see how organized it was. Almost maniacally neat.
I heard a high whistle coming from the door and saw Jerome watching me, his face amused. I was, somehow, without words, his smile growing even more.

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Unwanted Pillow Talk

Leonardo (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: Thank you babe! And thanks for requesting!!

Prompt: “I love your writing, my request is Leo X reader 2016, the reader is daughter of shedder , she decides to tell Leo or he finds out. (your choice) she ends up quitting , the ending be cute and sweet” @afanficprincess15

Word count: 653

Warnings: Swearing

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3


You’d gotten a text in the middle of the night from Leo, saying he wants to see you, now. Groaning, you ignore the text and put your phone face down. He knew she was asleep, why text now.

You were about to fall back to sleep when your phone buzzed again, and again, and again. Picking up your phone, you didn’t even read the messages and just put your phone on silent.

Leo could wait. At least that’s what you thought.

Leo managed to sneak into your apartment, and wake you up himself. He’d been watching you through your bedroom window (you forgot to close the curtains again) and he was very annoyed that you just ignored him like that.

“[Y/N]…[Y/N] wake the fuck up!” he pulled the blankets off of you, throwing them to the other side of the room.

“Fuck off, Raph.” You grumbled, covering your head with one of your abundance of pillows you kept on your bed (for times like these.)

“It’s not Raph. It’s your boyfriend.” He hissed, flipping you over and narrowing his eyes at you, as the pillow flopped to the side.

“What the fuck, Leonardo?” you only ever used his full name when you were really pissed, and he knew this, and usually dreaded it.

“I could say the same to you, [Y/N], if that’s even your real name.” Struggling against his iron grip, you glared back.

“What’re you talking about, Leo?”

“Why the fuck did you not tell me you’re related to Shredder, you’re his fucking daughter!”

“Oh, you know about that?” you grinned sheepishly. You were going to tell him, you were, it was just never the right time.

“Yeah, I know about that…” he paused, swallowing back tears as he stared into your eyes, “you’re using me aren’t you?”

“What? Leo no-”

“You’re using me to find out my weaknesses! You’re just finding out information for that oversized paper shredder-” At this point he’d let go of you, and was pacing around your bedroom, knocking things over.

“Leo!” you yelled, making him stop and cross his arms, “I am not my father, nor am I ‘using’ you to get information or whatever!” you thought you were tearing up, but by the time you were finished yelling, your eyes were like streams down your cheeks, hitting your collarbones.

“How do I know though?” he yelled at you, tears falling down his own face before he fell to his knees. In a weak voice, he whispered, “I just don’t want to lose you…” Sobbing in his hands, you knelt down in front of him and wrapped your arms around him. You understood why he was concerned and angry, you would be too if your family was potentially at risk. The only thing you didn’t agree with was the ruining of your sleep.


After he’d calmed down, you treated him to ice cream on your couch, your legs hung over his thighs.

“How did you even found out?” he looked up, a spoon in his mouth and ice cream on the corner of his mouth. Giggling, you swiped your finger across it, licking the ice cream off.

“Uhh…” you rubbed the back of his neck, a hangdog expression on his face. “Me and Donnie… did a slight back up check on you?” your smile dropped and your expression turned into a ‘really?’ one; your spoon next to your mouth.

“So you stalked me?”

“I would call it an accidental, yet informative deep web search.”

A Prank Gone Wrong

Summary: Reader thinks her boyfriend Grayson is cheating on her after a prank gone wrong, but will they survive the impact?

Warnings: Swearing, that’s for sure.

A/N: Sorry this took me forever and a day to write, I’ve been watching Supernatural and getting super distracted. Requested by @ohkiggyjc HOPE YOU LIKE IT BABE
 



It had been a long day, that was for sure. The coffee shop was insanely busy and I wreaked of coffee grounds. I felt a mess - definitely unattractive. I could’t wait to get back to my apartment and take a shower.

Grayson’s truck was in the parking lot, so I knew he was home. Ethan’s car was parked next to him, so he must’ve been visiting.

I turned the key and opened the door, kicking it shut behind me with my foot. “Babe? Ethan? Are you guys here?” I tossed my backpack on the kitchen counter, along with my keys. That’s when I heard a weird, strained sound coming from the bedroom. I cocked an eyebrow, but walked down the hallway.

The door was nearly closed. I put my fingertips on it, my nails clicked when they tapped the surface, and I pushed it open. Grayson, my loving, caring, devoted boyfriend, was on top of some leggy brunette who was nearly naked.

“OH, HELL NO.”

Grayson whipped around and the girl underneath him gasped loudly. I brought my hand up to cover my mouth to keep me from screaming again, but I wound up leaving it there so I didn’t throw up. He leapt off the bed and tried to follow me but I slammed the door shut in his face.

I ran out into the living room, screaming like hell. The two of them came racing out after me. The girl was almost as tall as he was. Her hair was curled and she had long eyelashes and the tiniest waist I’d ever seen. She was standing behind Grayson, holding his arm. Rage burned deep in my stomach and boiled up to my chest, coming out of my mouth.

“You can stop touching my boyfriend AND GET THE HELL OUT OF MY APARTMENT NOW!” I roared, taking a few steps towards her. She squeaked, heading for the door until she dropped one of her shoes. She looked down at it before back at me. I made like I was going to lunge at her, and she screamed again and ran out the door, leaving it behind. Grayson looked at the front door where the girl had just been and then back at me, open mouthed.

“Babe, I-”

“DON’T YOU ‘BABE’ ME. I WANT YOU TO GET YOUR SHIT AND GET OUT OF MY APARTMENT!” Tears began to fall freely down my face. My shoulders shook with sobs as I pointed to the front door. My knees gave out from underneath me and I almost fell. I would’ve fallen if Grayson didn’t reach out and catch me.

He pulled me into his arms, back up onto my feet. I sobbed, hard and loud and it pulsed through my whole body. I couldn’t feel my arms and my skull was tingling.

“Whoa, hang on, hang on, (Y/N). You need to breathe. It was just a prank.” Grayson smoothed my hair but I batted his hand away, nearly punching him in the face.

“You pranked me by sleeping with someone else?! REAL CUTE, GRAY. SUCH A GREAT PRANK. YA GOT ME!” I shoved him away from me, pacing in the living room, still near-hysterically crying. He stumbled back, but he came right back to me, begging for me to listen to him.

“Baby, I didn’t sleep with anybody, and that girl was an actress that Ethan and I hired to play a prank on you. He’s in the closet filming.” My head snapped to the closet and I stormed over, flinging the door open. A very frightened looking Ethan was standing there, holding a camera.

“Uh. Hey…” he offered, holding up one hand in a weak wave. I stepped aside and pointed toward the front door.

“Ethan you better get the fuck out of here before I break that camera. And if I see this on YouTube, I’ll put the warehouse up for sale for real.” Ethan blinked before heading out the front door very quickly.

I turned back to Grayson, running a hand through my hair. I paced back and forth through the living room, both hands in my hair.

“(Y/N), I promise, it was just a prank,” Grayson urged again, taking a step toward me. I froze and took a step away, out of his reach.

“No. I don’t believe you,” I insisted shaking my head. I began to cry harder again, folding my arms over my chest. Grayson pleaded with me, worry starting to fill his tone.

“(Y/N), look.” Grayson grabbed a GOPRO camera hidden behind the curtains. He crossed the room and grabbed another from the hallway, perched on a shelf. My jaw dropped open as he collected them one by one.

He stood back in front of me, dropping them all to the floor. He looked back up at me, tears in his eyes. He stepped over them and to me, gripping my arms.

“Babe, I would never, ever do something like that to you in a million years. If I knew how hurt you were going to be -” Grayson’s voice cracked and I looked up at him.

“I can’t lose you,” I cut him off. We were both crying at this point. He brought his hands up to my face, holding it gingerly.

“I can’t,” I said again, shaking my head, but holding his wrists to keep his hands on my face. “I can’t be without you. I can’t bare to lose you to someone else. I don’t think I could handle it,” I choked on my words, unable to say anymore. I felt like the contents of my stomach were going to come up. Grayson shook his head and rested his forehead against mine.

“Babygirl, I would never. If I had known how you were gonna take this, I would never have told Ethan he could go ahead with it. I’m so sorry that I scared you.” His hazel eyes searched deep into my own and I nodded.

“I believe you,” I said, looking into his eyes. He sighed in relief, putting his hand at the back of my head, pulling me in for a passionate, deep kiss. He poured his feelings into the way his lips moved against mine. My hands found their way up to his hair and I gripped gently, letting it slip like sand between my fingers.

When we finally pulled apart, tears were running down both our faces, gathering at our lips, making our kiss salty and wet.

“I love you, (Y/N). I do. With all of my heart, and I’ll never hurt you again, I promise.”

“I believe you. And I love you too, Grayson. More than anything.”

Safety First

ENTP: So I was reading this blog written by an INFP, and she was saying that her marrige was falling apart. She just discovered what MBTI is and she was saying that her husband is an ESTJ.
INFP: Oh, no.
ENTP: And the comments were very sarcastic and said things like “Hm, I wonder what went wrong there” and “MBTI is right again”.
INFP: Oh but imagine how awful that would be! You’re in love with this person! And your MARRIGE is falling apart! She could be questioning her entire life and every decision she ever made!
ENTP: *tries to say something but INFP already started one of those inexplicable INFP things and she will finish this*
INFP: See, this is why I will always make sure to type everyone around me. Now and in the future. It is to protect myself from a bad decision. It is to stay safe. Omg. ENTP. MBTI is my condom!!
ENTP: *dies of laughter*

I like that (2) - Anything for you, baby girl (FP Jones-Riverdale)

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Summary: Y/N’s Jughead’s friend who works at Pop’s where  FP Jones saves her from a creepy fratboy and that intrigues her.

Summary for part two: Y/N gets a surprise visit from FP at work, and things get a bit heated.  (Somehow smut-ish)



It  was a couple of minutes past 5 AM when Y/N was finished with her sower and all she could do was throw herself in to her bed with her hair still dripping wet but she didn’t care, it had been a long day and all she wanted to do was sleep. Soon she was embraced by soft hands of slumber.

At exactly 7:00 AM her alarm clock went off, making her open her eyes and her hand automatically hit the clock making it shut up.

Y/N jumped out of bead and stretched yawning, as she made her way to her window throwing open the blinded, being greeted by the warm sun rays making their way in to her room.

She grabbed her phone and put on some music before walking in to the bathroom and doing her make up. About 20 minutes later she walked back to her room now with a warm brown eye shadow and a sharp cat eyeliner paired with a soft red, bearably visible lipstick. 

“Hmm,” She tapped her chin as she looked in to her closed and decided on a pair of blue high wasted and  ripped skinny jeans and a white Ramones t shit, tied off at her waist, finishing the outfit off with a small black back pack and black high heal ankle boots.

Nodding herself in the mirror she smiled before making her way downstairs. Where she made some eggs for herself and her mother that greeted her just as the clock on the wall read 7:50 AM.

“Thank you, honey.” The woman, still in her pajamas yawned.

“Buon appetite.” Y/N said as she kissed her mothers forehead. Before starting to eat her own breakfast, thinking about what a mess her mother has been ever since the divorce. She still remembered what a strong and powerful woman she used to be when Y/N was a little girl. But now, it’s almost sad to see her. She works as a secretary for some big company a little outside of town. She worked 6 hours a day, leaving it up to her daughter to work up enough money for both of them to live a normal life.

Y/N let out a sight as her mother stood up and walked over to the living room and turned on the TV, leaving her empty plate on  the table. The younger girl, like every morning picked her and her mothers plate before washing it and walking out of the house a bit after 8:10 AM.

Walking in to her first class of the day about 25 minutes late (like usual) she smiled her sweetest smile at her professor “I apologies, Miss Blake.” And quietly make her way to her usual seat in the middle of the class in between Jughead and Veronica.

“Again?” Veronica whisper-yelled, still stunned at the fact that her friend somehow always broke the rules but never got in trouble.

“We don’t all have cars to get to school on time.’‘  Y/N whispered back with a wink.

’'Why don’t you wake up sooner then?”

“Because your mum likes to be late.” She giggled, “And i get home at 5 AM most of the nights.”

“I really don’t understand how you’re this happy after two hours of sleep.” Jughead joined the girl’s whispered conversation.

“Magic.”

After waiting that all the kids walk out Y/N made her way to Miss Blake’s table with a small note that she wrote during her class and signed as her mother, which some new excuse why she was late again.

“This will have to  end.” Miss Blake said looking up at the girl in front of her.

“Yes, ma'am.” The girl smiled before waking out of the classroom, without waiting for the professor's  reply.

“That was incredibly badass.” Kevin said, when Y/N passed him and Betty who were waiting for her outside the classroom. “You’re like a total angel one second and then an absolute bad girl the second.” He continued narrating, making both girls roll their eyes.

“Dramatic much?” Y/N said before hooking her arms trough Betty’s and Kevin’s as they made their way.

“It’s in his blood, he can’t help it.” Betty said making them both laugh and Kevin roll his eyes.

“Finally the last class of the day!” Veronica almost yells as the whole gang was walking to their last class that they all had together.

“Yes! Ugh I would do anything for a nap right now.” Y/N said wrapping an arm around Kevin’s waist who quickly mimicked her by slipping his arm around her shoulder letting her lean on to him as they waited outside the classroom for the bell to ring.  “So… Still seeing that cute black haired boy with a serious bad boy vibe?” She smiles up at her friend.

“Mhm, We have a date tonight.” Kevin told the gang proudly.

“Ooo will i have the pleasure of being your waitress?” Y/N smiled, knowing that the usual 'date destination’ in River dale was The Pop’s.

“I don’t know, he said he’s planing it.”

“Aww that’s so cute!!” Veronica joined it, making all of us nod in agreement.

“Well have fun.” Betty said just as the bell rand and all of the teenagers walked in to the classroom and took their seat.

“Juggy, going to Pop’s?” Y/N asked her friend as they walked out of the school, knowing that he’ll probably, like everyday, go to the diner to write his little novel.

“Yep.”

“Thank god, then you can carry me, cause I’m half dead.” The girl joked as they started walking.

“Sure.” He said giving her his school bag and lifting her on his back.

“I was kidding!” She giggled, but held on to the boy’s shoulder.

“I know, but you really have been working your ass off so, your lil ass deserves a lil break.” He smiled as she lied her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

“FYI my lil ass isn’t that little!” She said proudly.

“I've  noticed.” He said and they both laughed just as they passed a Red truck that seemed very familiar to Y/N. But she just shrugged it off.

About 10 minutes later they could already see The Pop’s in front of them. “Put me down so your arms wont fall off.” Y/N  said tapping her friends head.

“It’s fine really.”

“Put me down mister. Or i will tickle you till we both end up on the ground.” She said, surprised and impressed he even carried her this far.

“Fine fine” He laughed letting her jump off and give him his school bag.

“Have you been working out?” She asked hooking her arm trough his.

“Maybe.”

“Ooo is there a reason?”

“There’s this girl..”

“Oo Archie?” Y/n said making the boy next to her laugh.

“Yes, how did you know?”

“Call it sixth sense.”

“It’s Betty.”

“Really? Does she know?”

“Not yet. But she will, eventually.” He said his stare drifting in to the distance.

“Wow, good job making it emo af.” Y/N said  and both of them laughed again, just as they made it to the diner.

“The usual?” She asked and walked away as soon as he nodded a yes. She changed and brought Juggie his milkshake and fries before leaving him to write his masterpiece.

Once again it was 11 PM again and The Pop’s started to look empty again. This was the first time that day that Y/N could take a little break and actually breath a little. She walked over to one of the bar stools and sat down, letting her mind go back to the night before.

“Did i really do that?” She whispers to herself, and without noticing her fingers touched her lip. She closed her eyes remembering how his lips felt on hers and how his beard felt against her smooth cheek. She could imagine him in front of her, she could feel  his presence next to her, hell, she could almost smell his cologne. Musky, mixed with smoke and alcohol. It felt too real.

She opened her eyes slowly and it took her a second to let them refocus, making her let out a high pitched scream as she saw a figure in front of her.

“Hey, hey, it’s me.” The man in front of her said, gently putting his hand on her tight to calm her down.

“FP?” She finally realized who was in front of her. “Damn you! You scared the living shit out of me!” She said catching her breath as she hit his chest lightly a couple of times making him laugh.

“I waited. Thought you would open your eyes.” He said with a chuckle.

“You could of say Hi, like a normal person.” She said grabbing his  jacket to seem more serious.

“I could but the view was just to pretty to disturb.” He said, that smirk back on his lips. “What were you thinking about? You seemed… Content.”

“Cake.” She lied with a small blush creeping on her cheeks.

“You don’t eat cake.” He said shortly, steeping closer to her, making it difficult for her to focus.

“Damn you for actually paying attention to me when i talk.” She let out a laugh.

“So baby girl, what were you thinking about?” He said using his hand on her thigh to push her legs apart and stepping in between them.

“You.” She said without thinking, his presence and the nickname making her melt in to him.

“What about me?” He pressed again.

“Your lips.” She said, her eyes falling down to his lips, both of her hands now lazily resting on his shoulders.

“Is that so?” He said knowing exactly what he’s doing to her.

“Mhm.” she nodded, biting her lip.

Now it was his turn to be at lost for words and she noticed.

“Have you been thinking about me, FP?” She said in a low tone, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck, letting her fingers play with the ends of his hair.

“You have no idea.” He said as she licked her lip, bringing them closer together. That was it he moved in closer, he couldn’t wait any longer but she pulled away teasingly. “That’s how you gonna play?” He said, amusement in his voice.

“Mhm.” She smiled a vicious smile bringing them closer again, bearably letting their lips touch. She bit his lower lip making him groan and squeeze her thighs needing more of her.

“Duty calls.” She said as she noticed a couple of teenagers about to make their way in to the diner so she quickly pushed FP away before jumping of the stool, hoping that no one realizes what they were doing a second ago.

FP realized what’s going on when the teenagers walked inside and sat down on the stool Y/N was sat on before. 'This girl is gonna be the death of me.’ He thought to himself as he watched her make her way over to the table the kids have now occupated. 

“Hello! What  can I get you guys?” She said effortlessly and all of the teenagers acted like they knew her, which they did, she was friends with literally everyone and that just made  FP more fascinated by her.

“I’ll bring you our order  in a couple of minutes.” She said after chatting with the group for  a while.

Walking behind the bar she sent FP a naughty smile that caused him to rise his eyebrow, wondering what she was thinking. She started making the smoothies the group on the other side of the diner ordered and about 2 minutes later she had two trays full of milkshakes and drinks in her hands which she carried around like it was nothing. 

“Here you go guys.” She smiled as she carefully but easily put the trays down on the table full of people.  “That will be 24 dollars.” She told them and talked them for their money before walking back to the bar.

“Beer?” She asked FP who’s eyes never left her.

“Please.” He nodded and she turned around and reached for the glass on the top shelf (even if there were many more accessible  glasses on the lower shelf but she knew that if she stretched her dress will rise and she knew exactly he would be looking). Grabbing the glass she quickly turned around letting him know she caught him looking at her ass with a wink as she filled his glass with beer and gave it to him with a sweet and innocent smile.

“Here you go.” She put  her elbows on the edge off the bar and let her head rest on her hands as she watched him take a drink of his beer. Her uniform already showing off her cleavage. “Is it just me or is it hot in here?” She started as she undid the top button of her uniform. As they were, thankfully facing away from the teenagers, there is no way they would know what is going on with the two.

“I’m pretty sure it’s you.’'  He said taking another drink of his beer, not even trying to hide where his stare was focused.

’'Damn, you’re probably right.” She said biting her lip as she undid another button.

“Keep doing that, baby girl, and i wont care that there are people here. A man like me only has so much will power.” He said taking one oh her hands in his. From far away this could be mistaken for a gesture of love or even an attempt at being romantic. but no. They both knew it was a gesture of showing dominance.

She wiggled her hand free and spun around getting herself a glass of wine as he drank his  beer, buttoning her buttons shut again with a confident smile on her face.

“So would you be so kind and give me a ride again?” She smiled after they both stayed quiet for a minute or two, letting their eyes do the talking.

“Anything for you, baby girl.” He said, judging by the look in her dark eyes that she wanted a different kind of ride as well.

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