and she starts letting go of his jacket

Too Nice || Jeff Atkins x Reader

mmmMMMM JEff and EuuGH BrycE

Word Count: 817

Warnings: Bryce Has Grabby Hands

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    When Jeff’s car pulled into the driveway of Bryce Walker’s house, it was already swarming with wasted teens. You grimaced, pressing back into the seat, your hands clutching at the seat belt; the only thing between you and the biggest party of the year.

    “Do you need help with that?” Jeff asked.

    Before you could reply, he had leaned over and clicked the buckle. The belt snapped back, leaving you feeling vulnerable, and a little nauseous. It didn’t make it any better when he moved to climb out of the car. He jogged over to your side, pulling open the door and reaching a hand out for you to take.

    You shook your head. “I can’t.”

    “It’s fine, Y/N. I’ll be right by your side the entire time,” he said. He had to dip down a fair amount to lock his hands around your wrists. “Give it like ten minutes, and if you’re not having fun we’ll turn around and go home.”

    You relented, letting him pull you out of the seat and against his chest. His hands ghosted across your lower back, fingertips trailing along the curves of your spine. He had that look on his face again. The one where he gets that little, crooked smile, and his eyes can’t seem to look at anything but you. Or, more specifically, your face.

    “God, I love you,” he said quietly, bringing his nose down to boop yours.

    “I love you too, but I’m going to hate you if I embarrass myself,” you replied.

    He chuckled, a low, deep sound that rumbled through his chest and into yours. “If you embarrass yourself, I’ll do something stupid to take the attention away from you.”

    You nodded. “Okay, deal.”

    He pulled away and the two of you started towards the house. It wasn’t too long of a walk from the driveway before you were slipping through the door. Jeff ushered you through crowds of people—all either greeting him with smiles and pats on the back, or being too drunk to know he was there. He stopped you near the living room, pointing you towards an empty love seat.

    “Save me a spot,” he said. “I’m going to go get us some beer.”

    You grabbed his arm, hoping you didn’t look as panicked on the outside and you felt on the inside. “I’ll go with you. I don’t want to be left alone.”

    “It’ll only take a second. Just try to relax.” He shrugged you off, planting a quick kiss on your forehead before disappearing into the crowd.

    You settled down onto the love seat, watching the crowd as they danced to a song blasting from an expensive looking radio. You didn’t notice Bryce approaching until he was already stretched out next to you, an arm thrown around your shoulders. He was manspreading to the point that you were forced to press uncomfortably against the arm of the seat.

    “Y/N, good to see you here,” he said, giving his trademark smile. “You never come to my parties.”

    You felt his hand sliding down over your shoulder, too close to your chest for comfort. You tried to move away but he tightened his grip.

    “I’m, um, here with someone,” you responded. “I should probably go find him.”

    “You mean Jeff?” he asked. “He’s way too nice for you. You need someone man enough to rough you up a little.” His hand had barely cupped your breast when you felt yourself being jerked to your feet.

    You felt a cool wave of relief flood through you when you looked up, finding Jeff glaring at Bryce with the prospect of murder in his eyes. “Do me a favor, and keep your hands off of my girlfriend.”

    Bryce threw his hands up in surrender. “Hey, I didn’t even know you were here together.”

    “You’re a liar,” you snapped. “You did know.”

    Jeff clenched his teeth, rolling up the sleeves of his varsity jacket. You slid your fingers into the belt loops of his jeans, yanking him backwards as Bryce stood up.

    “Don’t you dare start a fight,” you whispered, hoping no one had noticed them yet. “Let’s just go, please.”

    Bryce smirked. “Better listen to your girl, Jeff.”

    Jeff spat on the carpet near Bryce’s feet, letting you pull him towards the door. “You better be glad she saved your ass, or I’d put you in the ground.”

    You didn’t let go of him until the two of you had made it outside and back into the car. Neither of you said a word for a long moment.

    Jeff was the first to break the silence, craning over the middle console to wrap his arms around you. He peppered a long row of kisses down your collarbone, right where Bryce’s hand had been.

    You laughed. “What are you doing?”

    He buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Getting rid of your Bryce cooties.”

Daylight

Request: A fic based of Daylight by Maroon 5 with Billy Hargrove please if you have time. Thank you!

Song: Daylight- Maroon 5

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of abuse

Word count: 1150

A/N: Thank you for the request I absolutely love this song. So, this is set before Billy goes to Hawkins. If anyone would like a part 2 of maybe a reunion please comment on this post or message me (my ask box is currently closed). Requests are currently closed while I catch up on requests.

Part 2

Masterlist

Originally posted by superdistress

Here I am waiting

I’ll have to leave soon

Why am I holding on?

We knew this day would come

We knew it all along

How did it come so fast?

When Billy had told her he was moving away, Y/N had been almost as distraught as him. Neither of them could stand to lose the other. But they had over a month left together so they decided to make the most of it. The month had flown so fast neither of them even saw their last night together coming. Yet here it was.

Luckily, Y/N’s parents had decided that the night in question was a great time to go visit her grandparents out of town. Y/N thanked god that they had. Billy had knocked on her door just after five in the evening after he had managed to pack up well enough for his dad to let him go. He was crying before she even opened the door. When she saw him stood there in his denim jacket for possibly the last time, she started crying too. He walked straight up to her and shut the door behind him before cupping her cheeks and kissing her with desperation. Their tears mixed as he picked her up, without breaking the kiss, and carried her upstairs.

This is our last night but it’s late

And I’m trying not to sleep

Cause I know, when I wake, I will have to slip away.

Billy laid staring at the ceiling. Y/N was drawing patterns on his bare chest with her fingers as they both tried not to fall asleep. They wanted to save each moment they had left.

“Don’t go.” Y/N choked out.

“You know he’d kill me if I didn’t.” Billy whispered as he grabbed her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. “I’ll come back for you, as soon as I turn 18.”

And when the daylight comes I’ll have to go

But tonight, I’m gonna hold you so close

Cause in the daylight we’ll be on our own

But tonight, I need to hold you so close.

His arms tightened around her as she shifted and pulled the necklace she always wore from around her neck and hooked it around his. Neither of them said anything. He just pulled her closer and pressed kisses to her hairline as she laid back on his chest. She went back to drawing faceless patterns on his chest and he watched as her eyes started to get heavy and she began to drop off to sleep. Her breathing evened out and her movements stopped.

Here I am staring at your perfection

In my arms, so beautiful

The sky is getting bright, the stars are burning out

Somebody slow it down.

He refused to lift his eyes from her sleeping form. He was fighting off sleep with everything he had. He didn’t care if he was too tired to drive tomorrow. He just needed to cement as much of her in his mind as possible. She was perfect in every way. He loved her with all his being. No matter where they were, how far away, or whoever they were with, neither of them would ever stop loving the other.

Billy glanced at her curtains and saw that light underneath was beginning to get brighter. The darkness was ebbing away. He didn’t want to look at the clock; didn’t want to know how long he had left with her.

This is way too hard, ‘cause I know

When the sun comes up, I will leave

This is my last glance that will soon be memory.

His eyes drifted to her face again and it hit him once again that he would soon have to leave and he didn’t know when, if ever, he would ever see her again. It became harder for him to keep the tears in his eyes and he let them trail down his cheeks. Everything they were, had been, was about to become a memory. He didn’t think he could handle it. His chest was beginning to shake with his sobs but he kept most of it in so as to not wake her.

And when the daylight comes I’ll have to go

But tonight, I’m gonna hold you so close

Cause in the daylight we’ll be on our own

But tonight, I need to hold you so close.

He reached up an arm and wiped the tears from his face before gently running his hand through her hair. Tomorrow, they would be miles away from each other. But he swore, with every fibre of his being, that he would come back for her as soon as he could. Screw his dad, screw high school, screw her parents, screw anyone that would stand in their way. He would be back for her and she would go with him.

I never want it to stop

Because I don’t wanna start all over

Start all over

I was afraid of the dark

But now it’s all that I want

All that I want, all that I want.

He doubted as long as they both lived they would ever be able to properly start over with other people. He knew he wouldn’t. He would never be able to. She had seen him at his best, at his worse, at his most vulnerable and she still loved him more than anything else in this world. He was still questioning what had made her fall for him in the first place but he thanked god every day that she had.

The light was starting to get even brighter now. As a child he had been scared of the dark; now it was all he wanted.

And when the daylight comes I’ll have to go

But tonight, I’m gonna hold you so close

Cause in the daylight we’ll be on our own

But tonight, I need to hold you so close.

The sun would be up fully soon and Y/N would wake up. Billy wanted neither of those things. He wanted to freeze them in this moment. She looked so peaceful and happy. He knew when she woke up that would change. She’d cry, he’d cry and they would both fall apart on each other. But right now, it was peaceful and he was going to live in this moment for as long as possible.

New Year’s Celebration(MATURE)

“I am so sorry Justin, but I really can’t make it.” Y/N spoke into her phone, trying to keep herself from laughing.

“But you promised.” Justin whined.

“I know I did and I am very sorry for cancelling the last minute, but I will try to catch a next flight tomorrow or day after.”

Justin sighed, she pictured him frowning and messing his quiet long hair. “All right, okay, fine. But try to come as soon as possible.”

“I promise I will. Love you. I wish you all the best tonight.”

“Thanks babe, love you, bye.”

Y/N couldn’t wait to hung up so she could burst out of laughter. “You know you’re a real bitch, right?” Alfredo asked joining Y/N.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and laughed some more. “This way is better. Paparazzi won’t expect me, neither will the fans. I can walk freely.”

“But don’t you feel bad, like, don’t know, he will be bummed because you’re not there to support him?”

“I thought about it, yeah, trust me this way is better. He will be happier to see me.”

Alfredo shrugged his shoulders “What do I know.”

Y/N took her phone and scrolled through instagram a little bit. Just as she was scrolling through one fans Bieber page, she got a text from Justin.

Bout to go on stage, really wish you were here.”

She decided not to respond, making it more convenient that she was busy doing, god knows what.

Few minutes later, they landed in Miami. The car was already waiting for Alfredo and Y/N. it was already 11.35 p.m. She was hoping that by the time, they arrive to Fontainebleau, it won’t be past midnight.

She wanted to celebrate new year with him, but considering the traffic, she might be late.

They arrived at 11.56 p.m. Y/N took her hills off and sprinted as fast as she could. In the distance, she could hear Justin’s voice getting louder and louder.

She bumped few people on the way, but thankfully, nobody stopped her to ask who she is. Once she reached the back stage, she gave herself a few seconds to catch a breath and put her hills back on.

That’s when she heard the countdown. “Eight, seven, six.” She fixed her hair and rushed on stage. She was hopping she looks okay. “Happy New Year.” Justin screamed into microphone.

He was about to say something when Y/N hugged him from behind, whispering into his ear. “Happy new year, babe.”

Quicker than a lighting, Justin turned around, enormous smile shining over his face. He placed his hands on her checks, pulling her into kiss.

The crowd behind them was going wild. Seemed like everybody had a great time.

“Happy new year.” He mumbled into kiss.

Once they separated from the kiss, he pulled her into a hug, placing his lips right next to her left ear. “You’re gonna wish you didn’t pull this little prank on me, baby girl. Just wait till we get to the dressing room. If we even make it to there.”

He kissed her ear and moved away, facing her with the most innocence smile. Y/N’s heart started pounding faster than ever, and she felt heat spreading all over her body. She wasn’t sure if she will be able to wait so long.  

She bit her lip, she was speechless. She wanted him, now, and not a moment later.

“Oh don’t give me those sex eyes, honey.” Justin said and turned to face the crowd.

“Give it up from my incredibly hot girlfriend everybody.” Y/N smiled and waved at the crowd.

She turned around and walked backstage, finding a good position to watch the rest of Justin’s performance.

He looked so good while he performed, and also very happy. Her eyes observed every single one of his moves. Soon she got distracted with the thoughts of Justin’s hot and wet mouth, tracing all the way from he swallowed lips to her clit.

She pushed her thighs together ease the urge she felt, just a little bit.

She was so distracted with her own dirty thoughts, that she didn’t even notice Justin’s performance being over, and him now walking towards her.

Once he was standing right in front of her, she lifted her head and bit her lip. He placed his finger under her chin and pushed her up. His eyes focused on her lips, but he didn’t make a move.

When she tried to make one, he simply backed away, meeting her gaze with a smirk playing over his lips.

“You see, you’ve been a very, very bad girl today. Teasing me with “I can’t make it” and your little outfit.” Justin got closer to Y/N, lowering his voice so only she could hear him.

“I know you want my tongue around your little tight pussy, my fingers playing with your hard nipples, my dick in your mouth. I know you want all of that baby girl, but daddy, you see, he wants to teach his little girl a lesson, yeah. Which is, never tease daddy.” Justin licked his lips, once again letting a smirk play over his lips.

Y/N sighed loudly, at that point she just wanted to push him onto the nearest wall and fuck the shit out of him, but that wasn’t possible, considering people in the room and his strength.

She simply nodded, focusing her eyes on the wall behind him with a picture that was supposed to be artwork, but all she saw was one stick and a circle. She really didn’t understand why people called that art.

“Now baby girl, I have to shower, but then we will hit the party.” Justin took her hand and the walked the same way she ran not twenty minutes ago.

As soon as they walked out of the door, she had to put her hand over her eyes, otherwise she would fall from all those flashlights.

Somehow they managed to get to the car without separating and they soon took off. Justin sat as close to Y/N as he physically could, placing his right hand on her thigh, slowly running tips of his fingers over her inner thigh.

The tension was way too much to handle, so she placed her hand on his leg moving it to his dick. She hoped he would change his mind and they would stay in his hotel room.

Justin suddenly grabbed Y/N’s hand, as it was just inches away from his dick and placed it on her leg. To punish her, he moved his hand away and moved in his seat so they weren’t touching anymore.

At that point, Y/N wanted to scream out in frustration, in the corner of her eye she could see Justin smirking before speaking.

“So how did you like my performance?” he turned his head to look at her.

She was pissed and not really in the mood to talk, she only shrugged her shoulders and simply added. “It was okay.” Turning her head towards the window.

By his voice, she could tell he wasn’t pleased with the answer. “It was okay?” He asked under the breath. “That’s all?” she didn’t respond.

If he could tease her, she could give him a silent treatment.

“So that’s how’s going to be, huh darling? All right, I’ll take it.”

From that moment on, neither of them spoke a word to each other. Even though they arrived to the hotel in less than three minutes, to Y/N it seemed like it was half an hour.

She quickly opened her door, which usually Justin does for her, but she wanted to piss him off as much as she could. Two can play this game.

She heard him mumble something under the breath but she didn’t bother to wait for him. She quickly walked towards the elevator, waiting for it to open.

Justin immediately caught up with her, placing his hand on her lower back, but just for brief five seconds. The door opened and they walked in, each standing on their side of the elevator.

They quickly walked out, reaching the room number 265. Justin unlocked it and she followed him in. she threw herself onto the bed and closed her eyes.

She could feel Justin’s look all over her body and when she hoped that he would change his mind, he walked into the bathroom.

She groaned and took her phone out. She opened snapchat and tried out which new idiotic filters where there. After she posted few selfies, she saw she had a missed call from her mother, so she rang her.

“Happy new year, honey.” Her mother yelled into phone. Y/N could tell she was a bit tipsy.

“Happy new year, mom. Having fun in LA?”

“Oh it’s great here. There’s a lot of young hot boys here.” Y/N could hear her father in the distance yelling something at her. “Whatever Y/F/N” She simply yelled.

At that point Justin walked out of bathroom, his hair messy and a towel wrapped around his waist. Y/N sat up and ran her eyes all over his body, scanning him, from his head to his tiptoes.

“So are you two having fun?” Y/M/N voice shook her from her daydream. “Mhm” Y/N mumbled into the phone.

“We’re just about to head to the party.”

“Well tell Justin hi and have a good time. P.S. it’s time for me to become grandma.”

“Y/M/N” Y/n’s father yelled and Y/N just chuckled.

“All right mom, have fun. Love you.”

Y/N hung up and look in Justin’s direction. He was now fully dressed, wearing a hat, black shirt, same colour jacket and white shorts.

“Ready?” he simply asked.

“Mom said hi.” He nod and started walking out.

He let Y/N go first and placed his hand on her lower back. This time the ride down wasn’t so unpleasant and soon they were at the party.

They separated very quickly, Y/N headed to the bar, ordering herself a strong Martini, while Justin went somewhere, only god know where.

“What is a girl like you doing alone on New Year?” a deep voice asked Y/n and she slowly rotated herself to face a very good looking guy.

He was tall, bit taller than Justin, black hair with bluest eyes Y/N has ever seen. She shyly smiled at him.

“Well I lost my boyfriend somewhere.” Y/N simply answered, hoping that will send him away.

But he didn’t seem to recognise what she said, rather he showed at the chair next to her, and she just nodded. A little company won’t hurt, she was getting bored anyway.

“I am Tony”

“Y/N. Nice to meet ya.”

“Oh trust me pleasure is all mine.” She smiled at his flirtatious comment and carried on. They talked for solid fifteen minutes, he made he laugh so much, her stomach actually started to hurt.

She felt familiar hand on her back. “Hi I am Justin. The boyfriend.” Justin offered his hand to Tony. His face was cold as ice, and Y/n knew he was beyond pissed and jealous.

“So you’re the one that leave this fine lady, all alone. Damn bro, you should keep a close eye on that masterpiece.” Tony said shaking his hand.

Y/n felt Justin’s grip getting tighter after Tony’s comment. She could tell his ego was hurt, and she was hoping he would just bit his tongue and let go. But she knew Justin.

“You might wanna watch your mouth, this is my girlfriend you’re talking to.”

“Hey man, I’ve said nothing bad about your girlfriend.” Tony lifted his hands up, clearly showing he wants no trouble.

“Tony it was nice meeting you, but I think you should leave now. Thanks for the company, I appreciate it.” Y/N said.

Tony nodded and smiled, then walked away. Y/N exactly knew what was following, and honestly she wasn’t in the mood for it.

“So I let you off for five minutes and you already find a new guy?”

She turned her head to face him, with the most annoyed facial expression she could make. “Don’t you even dare to start anything. He was at least making me company, unlike someone here.”

“So you wanna fuck him?” Justin asked arrogantly.  

“Fuck off Justin, go back to those bitches that you were with all this time. You ain’t gonna ruin this night for me.” Y/N said and walked away.

“Where you going?” Justin asked walking behind her.

“Somewhere where no one is going to bother me.”

“Y/N where the fuck are you going? Answer me.” Justin raised his voice. She turned on her tiptoes, lifting her hand to slap him, but she stopped herself just in time.

“Go on, slap me. Go on, do it.” he provoked her, stepping closer to her. Y/N rolled her eyes, groaned and started walking towards his room.

“So you’re just gonna walk away?”

“What do you want Justin? There is no more that needs to be said or discussed.”

“Oh yes there is.”

She picked her pace and walked even faster. Soon she was in front of his room door, waiting for him to unlock them, but he didn’t seem to hurry anywhere.

“And what would we need to discuss anymore?”

“You giving that guy sex eyes.” Y/N couldn’t believe her ears. All night he keeps teasing her, she is about to explode and now he gives her his jealous attitude.

It was kinda sexy, but all she wanted was to cum, not fight. So she pulled him closer, grabbing his jacked and connecting their lips.

He pushed her against the doors, one hand placing on her side, while unlocking the door with other. He pushed her inside, closing the door with his leg.

He moved away from kiss and took his jacket off. Y/N placed her hand around the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. He observed her while her hands traced up and how his chest.

He moved his hands on her back, unzipping her dress, letting it hit the floor and revealing her naked body. “You are so beautiful.”  Y/N felt her cheeks burning up.

Justin pushed Y/N onto bed and climbed over here. He connected their lips once again, while placing his hand over her clit, making little circles around it.

Y/N moaned into the kiss. “So wet.” Justin mumbled into kiss, pushing his tree finger into her. She groaned from sudden pleasure.

Justin moved his lips to her hard nipples, nibbling on each. She pushed her head deeper into the pillow, digging her nails into silky sheets.

He stick his tongue out and slowly traced it all the way to her pussy. He placed few kisses around her entrance, before connecting his lips with her clit.

Y/N screamed out in pleasure, shutting her eyes and enjoying the moment. She pushed her hips higher, but he placed his strong hand on her sides and held her down.

He hummed into her entrance, which only send shiver all over her body.

Suddenly he got up and she whined at the feeling of emptiness. He took his shorts off, exposing his grown length.

He took his dick in his hand and simply demanded. “Suck.”

Y/N got up and quickly took his dick into her mouth, never leaving his gaze. His mouth fell open, little ‘fuck’ leaving his lips.

She sucked slowly, swirling her tongue around the tip, but Justin grabbed her hair and moved her head faster and rougher.

She knew he was close, so he pulled her away, pulling her up for a rough kiss.

Y/N pushed Justin onto bed, she placed her legs on each side and took his dick into her hands and placed it in front of her entrance. She slowly pushed herself down, adjusting his length inside her.

She placed her hands onto his chest and started moving her hips in a circle. He griped her sides, groaning.

“Keep doing that, baby girl.”

Y/N slowly started to bounce her hips up and down, eventually picking up the pace. Their moans were getting lost in hot, steamy air that their bodies produced.

Justin’s eyes focused on her bouncing boobs, moving his hands to cup them, giving them a good squeeze. Y/N moaned loudly.

“You are so fucking hot, you know that, right?”

Justin got up, placing his hands on her back, taking her breast in her mouth, nibbling on her sensitive nipples. Sucking around her nipples, making sure to leave deep, purple marks, only visible to him.

Y/N felt her stomach clenching, her thighs started shaking. She was so close.

“Mhm, s-so cl-o-o-se. Please le-t me c-u-um.” Y/N said quietly, in between thrusts.

“Oh you wanna cum, baby girl? I don’t think so.” Justin picked her up and turned around, hovering her. He pulled his dick out, only to slam into her with his full rage.

Y/N screamed his name, almost cumming, but somehow managing to hold it back. With each thrust it became harder and harder for her to hold back. Because with every thrust he managed to hit her g-spot.

“Please, Justin” Y/N cried out.

“What? What do you want?” Justin demanded.

“Please let me cum.”

“I don’t know Y/N, only good girls get to cum, but you were a very, very bad girl today.”

Y/N moaned loudly, she knew that if she won’t cum in next thirty seconds, she will explode.

“But I think you have learned your lesson. Cum baby girl, cum hard.”

Her orgasm hit the climax, Y/N’s eyes rolled, her back arched, and she digged her nails into his muscles. She screamed his name as loud as she could, feeling like her lounges will leave her body.

“Fuck, you’re so hot when you come.”

He rid of her orgasm as his was close, his thrust became sloppier, harder and deeper. He groaned her name loudly, emptying himself into her.

Justin collapsed next to Y/N, both trying to calm down their breathing.

twenty three

Originally posted by 4cyphers

pairing: taehyung x reader

word count: 8k

genre: smut, angst, fluff(ish)

description: you were simply a distraction while he waited for the one he wanted

part two


“A picture perfect smile, look like you see no-one but me.”

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“I wanted to stay. I wanted to fight for us, but you wouldn’t let me. You just left and took the easy way out.”

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x female character 
Rating: Explicit
Words: 2682

A/N: I can’t thank @brittanyzelazno enough for reading this over a million times (she’s read it more times than I have) and keeping my spirits up about this. Love you a lot a lot. 

He always puts his heart in the words he writes. He feels them vibrate against his fingertips as the graphite leaves lines and squiggles in his notebook. He wants them to be perfect and has a tendency to chew on the hard end of his pencil when he just can’t get that one word in a line right. Tonight, his mouth tastes of cedar wood and coffee, keeping him up alone on the hardwood floor of his studio. Sometimes, the words just won’t come no matter what he does, and Shawn thinks that he should have accepted that fact by now, but his stubborn head won’t let him give up until he can vocalise the sensations he feels inside his body.

The song is about a girl who used to be his. It’s about the sharp pain in his chest that  he felt when she had told him. When he had watched her tears run down her face as she apologised repeatedly. Later on, when she ended it, she had put on a cold façade, but he knew it was killing her inside just as much as it did him when he let her go. He was willing to fight, willing to forgive, but she wasn’t.

Even the memory of those emotions hurt and his heavy head feels like it’s going to explode, so he allows himself a break and walks leisurely to the kitchen and takes a shot of vodka, hoping it’ll help. One shot turns into two, and two into three, and so it goes until he decides that he needs to tell her the words he’s got on his mind before he can write more. Shawn has just about sobered up when he finds himself outside her door at two o’clock. She takes a long time to open, and looks utterly shocked when she sees the figure in front of her.

“Don’t do this,” she pleads, shaking her head slowly. She looks defeated as she rubs at her sleepy face.

“Do what? Love you? I can’t stop doing that.” He stills for a second, holding onto the doorframe. “You hurt me so much.” He laughs, and he realises just how sad it sounds when guilt covers her face. “But I still miss you. Even when I think of how you let him touch you, and how he probably fucked you on that couch, where we kissed for the first time.” He peers over her shoulder, pointing at a long sofa on the inside.

“You’re drunk,” she accuses with an upset voice, detecting the alcohol on his breath.

“No, but I was before I came here,” he clarifies before continuing with the words he wants her to know. “I cared for you despite what you did. I still do.” The words hurt to speak, but they are true and Shawn is never more honest than when he’s had a little to drink. It’s embarrassing, really, that he spills his guts after a few beers or a couple of shots. “Why can’t you just let me go?” He groans and she puts her hand over his mouth, muffling his next words so that they are incoherent.

“You’re loud, you smell, and I have neighbours. Get in,” she says sternly, pulling at his arm.

He complies, following her inside and when she turns away to lock the door, he kicks off his shoes, shrugs off his jacket and starts to pull off his shirt.

She gasps when she finds him bare-chested in front of her. “What are you doing?!” She whispers the words, but sounds enraged nonetheless.

“You said I smelled so I’m taking a shower.” Shawn walks right past her to the bathroom, leaving his shirt on her floor. The moment he enters, his eyes fall upon a necklace he had given her half a year ago, hanging on a jewellery tree. It looks dusty, like it hasn’t been picked up in forever. The sight  and the memory feels like a punch to the gut and he falls back against the wall, hitting his head on the cold tiles.

“Shawn,” she whispers next to him.

He doesn’t want to look at her. He can’t because he knows that when he does the tears that have collected in his eyes will fall, and he doesn’t want to cry. With his eyes aimed at the floor, he pushes past her to the edge of the tub and steps in, turning on the shower. The cold water splashes against his face and he shivers as goosebumps appear on his arms and neck, but he remains stationary under the pouring water with his eyes closed. Hands find his shoulders and shake him, and he finally looks at her. She’s standing in front of him in the shower, looking distraught as water bounces off his body and hits her dry clothes.

“How could you?” Shawn says in a low voice, and wonders if he can be heard over the sound of the downpour when she doesn’t respond.

“I’m sorry,” she says eventually. “I never meant to hurt you. I know that doesn’t change anything, but I truly am sorry.”

“Why’d you leave?”

“Because I knew you deserved better.”

Her words rile him up because he’s tired of her making decisions for him and disregarding how he actually feels. “You don’t!” he yells. The tears burst out without warning and melt in with the water that’s turning warmer by the second. He backs up against the wall to avoid the stream and pushes his hair back over his head. She follows him, stepping closer so that she is where the water is spraying. “You don’t know how I feel, and you don’t know what I want. I wanted to stay. I wanted to fight for us, but you wouldn’t let me. You just left and took the easy way out.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. She is a heartbreaking picture with her sad eyes, hair matted down against her head, and her t-shirt almost as soaked as his pants. But she’s also his heartbreaking picture in a part of his mind that is still in denial.

Before he sees it coming and without thinking, Shawn holds her against the wall and crashes his mouth onto hers. Hesitant lips move against his slowly, but then he’s being pushed back by his shoulders, away from her.  She watches him with longing eyes but her straight arms keep him at a distance until she changes her mind and pulls him into a kiss, pushing him towards the wall. Her hands wrap around the back of his neck and his immediately move to their familiar place at her soft hips.

Fingers press into skin, leaving thick, red lines under the water. Hands pull at hair, limbs, and clothes, and Shawn is shortly naked against her barely dressed body. His muscle memory still knows how to touch her, how to kiss her to make her feel good. Somewhere between the rough kisses and the slow nips at the wet skin of her neck he starts to think, and then he stills. He buries his face in her shoulder and breathes erratically against her neck, just holding her as his eyes fill up with tears again. He already knows that there’s no return for them, but there’s a sliver of hope somewhere in him and that’s what keeps him standing there, next to her as water cascades over them.  

She turns a knob, lowering the water pressure then slides her hands down his back. He shivers from the touch and is reminded that he’s in the nude and his crotch is pressed against her hip. He backs up to look at her; the cautious look on her face, the wet hair against her head, the swell of her lips from his teeth. What he wants is right in front of him and he knows he can’t have it, but he gives in to that sliver of hope that prompts him to close in on her, and he kisses her again. His lips move to her ear and he kisses the lobe and gently tugs at it with his teeth, making her soften against him.

“One last time. Please,” he begs.

“We…” she begins to speak, but moans when Shawn attaches his lips to her neck, just below her ear and sucks. “We shouldn’t.”

Shawn pulls back at her words, knowing that it’d be wrong if he continued. He takes a step back and feels a little uncomfortable standing there naked with a semi as she pierces him with her eyes. But she moves closer and rests her firm palm on his chest, right where his heart is.  Her fingers curl and her nails press against his pec, making his length twitch and he briefly has a mortifying flashback of swimming class CPR lessons when he was paired up with Wendy Steinbeck. She was clad in a tiny bikini and he had had no control of himself whatsoever.

She moves closer slowly until her slippery skin is against his again and his growing length is in between their bodies, the proximity making him harder. Their lips clash together, hands roam bodies, and fingers dig into flesh. Shawn takes a hold of the back of her thigh and picks her up, pressing her up against the tiles. Her fingers wrap around the slide bar attached to the wall quickly and she wraps her thighs around him, pulling him close.

The tip of his erection rubs up against her opening with a light pressure and he groans quietly at the simple relief, and he continues with slow motions of his hips and gets harder with every stroke of her swollen folds. She leaves his neck with purple blotches and he revels in knowing that she wants him marked.

“Let me down,” she says after a while.

She pulls him in by the neck and tugs at damp curls at the back of his head. Shawn falls into her body and catches himself with his palm against the wall, but his face still crashes into hers so that their noses collide.

“Ow!” The pair yelp in unison, then start to laugh as their eyes connect. They laugh in amusement until their laughs turns into melancholic chuckles and Shawn finds himself with his eyes closed and lips just close enough to hers for her hot breath to fan over them.

Her fingernails trace the lines on his stomach and then her hand is wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly with a firm grip. She circles her thumb around his tip where the precome has leaked but is washed away by the water, and Shawn moans at the feeling. He feels dizzy from the pleasure and steadies himself against her body, resting his face in her flushed neck. A low sound slips past her lips when Shawn opens his mouth and starts to suck on the skin on her neck, making him smile at the familiarity of her sounds. He brings a hand down to her sex, pushes her underwear aside and teases her entrance with a finger. His finger sinks into her and he draws it back slowly, sighing when she moans in bliss.

The pace of her hand around his erection quickens and he breathes harshly against her skin. Shawn wraps his fingers around her wrist, stopping her movements. She lets go of his length and it bounces back against him.

“Turn around,” he mumbles.

She turns to face the wall and he places kisses on her shoulder, removing her hair so that her neck is exposed for him to bite at. There are spots of colours on her shoulder and neck when he is done, marks apparent on her skin just like on his. Shawn pulls her hips back against him so that his length is pressed up against her soft bum. She steadies himself with a palm against the wall and reaches back to touch his erection, bringing the head to her entrance. He rubs against her slowly, then pushes into her until he bottoms out as his palm moves down her spine. Her buttocks press back against his crotch and he starts to move inside her leisurely. His lips find her shoulder again and his fingers unclasp her bra, releasing her breasts from their confines. He reaches out to her front to take a hold of her breast, stroking her nipples and tugging at them gently and she sighs in response.

They move together in sync as his mouth ravages her shoulders and the top of her back. She turns her head around for sloppy kisses and he slows his movements to languid thrusts as his tongue finds hers and the two desperately claim each other’s mouths. Their bodies move together faster again, her breathing quickens and it’s not long before she comes around him with a hushed moan. Shawn feels himself get closer and he pulls out just in time, coming onto her back as his muscles tighten and his knees shake.

“Sorry for… yeah,” he mumbles.

“It’s fine,” she responds, turning as the water washes away any sign of their actions.


The atmosphere is thick once they get out of her bathroom, both of them wrapped in towels. He follows her to her bedroom and she digs up an old jumper of his at the back of her closet and throws a pair of sweatpants to him that he thinks used to belong to him. They exchange awkward smiles and put on clothes with their backs turned to each other, saying no words. Then they face one another, only to observe, which they haven’t properly done for a long time, but words remain unspoken.

Eventually, Shawn forces himself to say something, “The sun’s up.” He looks past her at the light peeking through the blinds.

She turns to look at her window, then smiles at him. “It is.”

Then silence overcomes them again, and they’re standing six feet apart. The distance feels like torture to Shawn, and he wants to so badly kiss her again, and hold her, and make her his again. But he knows that this is the end for them.

“I should go.”

“Yeah.”

She follows him to the door and watches as he puts on his shoes. When he’s done, his hand holds onto the door handle, but she’s the closest to him that she’s been since they were in the shower together and his stubborn heart still wants more. His eyes flit between her and her lips and she mirrors the action. So he goes for broke; his hands find her cheek and waist and she is swiftly pushed against the door and kissed with all the passion that he can muster. His lips tingle from her rough teeth and tongue as their lips battle. Then he is pulled back to reality and he kisses her slowly, savouring the moment. He pulls back and exhales softly against her lips, giving her room to breathe. She doesn’t chase his touch, doesn’t ask him to kiss her again.

“Do you wanna get breakfast?” He asks this hesitantly, because part of him knows what the answer is, but he still does.

Her silence and the way she looks him in the eye provide the answer he had expected. She moves away from the door and opens it for him. He backs out through it, taking in all of her.

“Goodbye,” she says.


When he gets back home, the words come naturally. The melodies follow right behind accompanied by the notes on his piano. Shawn feels the tune vibrate against his fingertips that press down on the strings of his guitar, and he has a song. His eyes tear up when some lyrics hit so close to home that they tug at his heartstrings. By 7 am he’s singing loud enough to wake up his neighbours, but for once he doesn’t care, because he’s at peace.

He’s just shuffled in underneath his covers when he hears a tone from his phone and it lights up with her name on it.

Fuck.

Spirit in the House - chap 9/10

Modern!AU Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around. (Based on Just like Heaven)

Word Count: 1,823

Warnings: Language, Angst 

A/N: I’m so happy you all liked part 8 and we’re nearing the end, so… are they going to end up together or not? Sorry, but I do love you guys ♥

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Originally posted by iamdorka

Bucky shoved Steve’s shoulder to wake him up. With a grunt, Steve slapped his hand away. He almost fell off the sofa, but Bucky kept shaking his shoulder.

“Wake up!”

Steve sat up on the sofa, holding his head with both hands. He winced at Bucky’s loud voice and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.

“Shh! Stop shouting.” Steve whispered.

“Y/n is gone, I can’t find her anywhere.”

“Maybe she just went for a walk.” He mumbled, hiding his eyes in the crook of his elbow

“She doesn’t go anywhere, Steve! She’s a fucking ghost!” Bucky screamed.

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What Just Happened

(Jughead x Reader)

Summary: You and Jughead have been at each others throats for years. But after a drunken night you barely remember, you’re left confused on where your relationship stands.

Word Count: 1,616

Warnings: language, mentions of sex, drinking(?)

A/N: I just really love a good love/hate relationship and haven’t seen many Jughead x reader versions, so I made my own. (I also didn’t proof read it so let me know if there are any mistakes) Please send feedback! Constructive criticism is appreciated! :)

Part Two

Originally posted by marorra

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brumous | min yoongi

Pairing: Yoongi + Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: Slight mature language

Request:  Hi! Can I get a Suga Angst where you have been distant from him because one of your family members dies but you don’t tell him because you don’t want to talk about it? He thinks your cheating and breaks up with you but when he finds out from your friend what really happens he desperately tries to get you back? Thx and sorry this is long~

Reader’s POV

“We need to talk.”

A firm voice called you back to reality as you sat idly on the couch that night, mindlessly flipping through the channels in front of you.

You looked up in surprise as you saw Yoongi standing there, his fists clenched against his sides as you noticed how ragged his breathing was, the tips of his ears slightly red: something you knew that meant he was either upset or mad.

You quickly got up from the couch and approached him in concern, your hand reaching out to grasp his in yours when he suddenly flinched away from you.

Yours lips parted in shock as you looked at him with big eyes when he spat, “Don’t look at me all innocent like that after what you did Y/N.”

You absolutely had no idea what Yoongi was talking about, feeling completely dumbfounded when you stammered, “Y-Yoongi, what are you–”

“Oh please. Don’t even pretend like you don’t know! You think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been for the last couple weeks? You haven’t even talked to me, you barely even look at me anymore!” He retorted.

If only he knew why…

“Yoongi–”

“Are you cheating on me?” he whispered harshly, making you gasp, your hands flying to your mouth.

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anonymous asked:

" i didn't know where to go " ❤ #67 !? you're amazing

67. “I didn’t know where to go to.”

It was a stupid idea, probably one of the dumbest ones he’d ever had.

She broke up with him, scratch that, Archie had broken up with him, and then he had kissed another girl. He had kissed another girl.. Jesus Christ. that same girl was currently sitting in his trailer probably wondering why he had jumped back so fast his chair flipped over, why he had apologized through a busted lip about eighteen times before he flew out the trailer and made his way to this very street. The whole situation was a mess, a flaming pile of crap that he was lucky enough to step right into.

But still, he was here, standing on the front porch of the girl he was so desperately in love with the thought of her made his chest ache. And he was bleeding… like a lot. It was coming from everywhere, his nose, his lip, the cut above his eye, it had been about two hours since he had gotten the beat down of his life and he was still bleeding. Sure Toni had tried to help but holding a frozen bag of peas to his shoulder wasn’t really enough to fix his most definitely broken jaw.

And so he knocked.

He knocked right through the sound of her tiny feet padding down the stairs, he knocked through her soft voice calling out “I’m coming! I’m coming.” And he was still knocking when Betty Cooper ripped open the front door a baseball bat raised over her head as he came face to face with his completely worn down girlfriend.

“Jughead?” The Beautiful Blonde gasped, her eyes instantly filling with tears. She looked beautiful but she looked terrible, her normally shiny blonde hair was dull and limp as it fell over her shoulders, the dark purple bags under her eyes rivaled the bruises under Jugheads and her hands clenched around the baseball bat were ravaged by moon shaped scars. She dropped the baseball bat at her side and moved to Jughead, her shaking hands cupping his cheeks “oh Juggie.” She whispered.

“I… I didn’t know where to go.” He whispered, eyes fluttering closed at the touch of her cool hands against his swollen skin.

Betty grabbed him by the hand, pulling him inside but not before she poked her head through the front door, glancing around anxiously before she slammed it shut and double locking the locks. She sat him down on the couch, his tired legs instantly giving out as he melted into the soft cushions. And then she was gone, disappeared into the hallway.

It was quiet in her home, he hadn’t even thought of her parents, where were Alice and Hal? Would they really leave their daughter all alone at night after she had received a threatening letter from a murderer?

She was back almost as soon as she’d left, an incredibly large first aid kid perched in her lap, she was avoiding eye contact, her demeanor serious as she focused on the task at hand.

“You need stitches” She whispered “that’s why the bleeding won’t stop. I took a veterinary course last summer so I can stitch that up for you. Your nose isn’t broken but your jaw is dislocated, you can probably snap it back in place. This is going to sting more than anything.” Her tiny fingers went to work stitching up the cuts on his face.

It was silent while she worked, quiet, but not the comfortable quiet that always seemed to flow between the two, now it was an uneasy, so much they needed to say flying around the air between them, Jughead spoke first.

“Why archie? Why couldn’t you send someone else? Kevin? Hell even Veronica.” Jughead winced as Betty pulled tight to tie the stitch.

“No one else knows.” She whispered.

“Knows what?” Jughead questioned, his head tilting as he tried to catch her eyes.

Betty was crying now, silent tears fell down her cheeks

“I can’t tell you right now. It’s just safer this way. You.. you’re supposed to be safe!” Suddenly a pair of sparking green eyes were burning into his, anger flashing through them.

“Betts, it’s not…”

“No!” Betty cut him off “no, I don’t want to hear it! I don’t want to hear that I won’t understand or that it’s not my fault. I’m doing everything I can to keep you safe! Everything I’m doing, everything I’ve done! And then you come here like this! Beat up and… and.” Betty’s eyes landed on the tattoo permanently blazed on jugheads shoulder, after rushing from the trailer he hadn’t grabbed his jacket leaving him in only his wife beater.

“I know that it’s scary..” Jughead started again.

“No jughead, I’m not sure you do know how scared I am.” Betty whispered now, her shoulders slumped in exhaustion as she wrapped gauze around a gash on jugheads forearm before stepping back, her arms wrapped around her body. “You should go, just..let me get you one of my dads jackets, it’s freezing out there.”

She was about to walk away, about to walk out of his life once again, and he could let that happen. Jughead grabbed her arm, halting her movements as he blurted out.

“Toni kissed me.. I … I kissed her back just for a second.”

Betty whipped around, tears rolling down her face as she opened her mouth to respond, Jughead cut her off this time

“ It was wrong, I was emotional, upset, I thought you hated me, I just.. It felt good to know that someone wanted me, that’s no excuse and you can never know how sorry I am. But I need you to know, I felt nothing. When we kissed it was just white noise, I was thinking of you. When we kiss, you and me, it’s everything. I love you Betty cooper and I have made so many mistakes and it’s selfish of me to want you to be by my side through them but god, I do. I want you, only you. “

Betty was openly sobbing now, tears matching Jugheads.

It was going to be hard, it seemed like every bad thing in the world was being thrown at them, forces unknown pushing them apart but… Romeo and Juliet loved each til the day they died and damnit if Betty wasn’t willing to try.

So with a broken voice and a healing heart, Betty reached for Jugheads hand.

“Okay Juggie, Okay.”

anonymous asked:

Bakugou finding out that hus gf has been taking his sweatpants. She borrows them when she sleeps over but she doesn't return them.

I didn’t know if you wanted Headcanons or a Fic so I’m answering with Headcanons! I hope that’s fine with you!

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Bakugou Katsuki + S/O who steals his Sweatpants:

  • At first, he doesn’t really notice since he has sO MANY OF THEM.
  • Bakugou likes activities that make him sweat and they enhance his quirk so sweatpants are a big deal for him.
  • The first time this happens, he’s taking a shower and you’ve been left alone in his room to probe to your heart’s content.
  • His stack of sweatpants just look so comfy so you pull one out and hold it in front of you to see if it would look alright on you maybe you’ll buy a pair for yourself-
  • Except, Bakugou is pretty much finished with his shower and he comes out of the bathroom in just a towel completely shocking you.
  • Your automatic reaction is to shove the sweatpants into your bag and act like nothing happened.
  • Afterwards, you’re waaaay too distracted by Bakugou putting on clothes without flashing you and then hanging out with him.
  • You don’t notice until you get home and pull out the sweatpants.
  • THEY’RE SO COMFY THERE’S NO WAY YOU’RE GIVING IT BACK I MEAN… HE HAS A MILLION OF THESE!!!
  • Who needs to buy sweatpants tbh? That’s what hot boyfriends are for. ;)
  • So how does Bakugou find out? Welllll…
  • It’s one of those lazy days at home when you’re absolutely not about to get up. You’re lying down in the bed when the doorbell rings.
  • You sO do not want to get the door but your parents are out on a weekend trip you couldn’t join them on because of school so you grumpily pull yourself out of bed and fling the door open-
  • “Hey.”
  • “K-Katsuki???”
  • “About time you opened the door. Have you even eaten breakfast, idio-”
  • “Uh, what is it?”
  • “Are those my sweats?”
  • “… yes?”
  • Hahahaha, in your mind you’re just like I am sO FUCKED.
  • Bakugou’s mind is doing terrible things lbh.
  • He honestly thinks you look much better wearing his sweats than he ever did.
  • “I can- I can wash them and give them back-”
  • “No. It’s fine. Keep them.”
  • “Really???”
  • Oh you think he’s doing you a favour? You’re doing him a favour by wearing them. *hums knowingly*
  • He loves when you wear his clothes, it shows that you’re his.
  • He will start volunteering more of his clothes for you to wear but stealthily.
  • “Are you cold?”
  • “I… Katsuki, I still have two of your jackets-”
  • “I’m not going to let my girlfriend get cold just because she hasn’t returned my jackets.”
  • His favourite loaned clothing is a jacket with his name right across the back in big letters like you can’t spell “TAKEN” any better than that.
  • When you ask him why he keeps loaning you his clothes now he’ll just say that you started it. 
  • He will never admit that he just loves you wearing his clothes. Ever.

It seems like Kisses has been taking lessons from the Stickies and has decided to start Biting The Finger And Not Letting Go! Not until he’s Absolutely Sure finger is not a Dinner, however.

Hi Kisses! 😀🐸😊

Voigt is very impressed with your taste testing skills! She absolutely recommends to keep taste testing until you are completely 150% sure that the finger is not a treatie!

Voigt likes your stunning evening jacket, it is most stylish! She sends you a tv of treaties and a big squeak! 🐸

bad at love - part four

pairings : reddie

words : 1.7K

warings : FLUFF.

Hiya, my dudes! Just wanna thank you all for all the positive feedback I’ve received from this fic. This is the longest chapter yet bc I wanted to make it super fluffy, bc Im a sucker for that shit.

Eddie sat, brick wall hard against his back glaring at the faded beat up car parked across the parking lot. Wondering how it had gotten so late in the evening so quickly, with his red eyes and dried tears laying themselves upon his cheeks. He had hoped Richie were to come running after him and confess his undying love for the boy and profusely apologise for being a dick. And then they would share a passionate kiss and ride off into the sunset.

But, when did Eddie ever get what he wanted? For one, the sun? Completely faded into oblivion, from finishing yet another exhaust filled day only to go, start another one for the other side of the globe. He let out a sigh, and watched his breath turn to fog in front of his face. It was an unusually chilling night, and the boy sat in a short sleeve t-shirt and shorts out in the open air. Mentally cursing himself for not listening to this Mother this morning when she told him to take a jacket to school.

A loud noise distracted Eddie from his thoughts, looking around the area he saw nothing out of the usual. Glancing around to the tinted doors of the arcade, he squinted as he heard a familiar groan behind the door.

Richie could never just do anything right, now could he? Eddie rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the wall, walking over to the door. Placing his hand over the metal he braced himself to push the door forward but was met with quiet a surprise when the door came right back at him, hitting him straight in the face. He let out a groan and the small boy stepped back, doubling over while holding his noise with his left hand. “What the fuck, Richie!”  

“Eddie?” He heard the boy question as the door swung open yet again, this time slightly faster than the last. Eddie was grateful he had moved out of the way beforehand. “Shit! Dude.” Richie paused, taking Eddie’s face in his own hands. Eddie letting him. He examined Eddie’s face over before doubling back and checking again before saying “Why’d you do that now Ed’s?”

“Me?” Eddie exclaimed in shock. “I didn’t do anything, this,” he gestures to his face, blood running down from his nose. “was all you!” He let out a loud sigh, “And, don’t call me that!” He tilted his head back to try and prevent any more blood from dripping down his face. Richie hadn’t moved from his position in front of Eddie, so when he felt the taller boy’s hands on his hips it only took him by surprise. A few moments later, the sound of a zipper was heard opening and shutting. A piece of tissue was brought to Eddie’s attention, as Richie handed him the ply.

It must have been the first time Eddie had properly looked at Richie since inside the arcade because as he removed the ply from Richie’s pale hand he noticed the boy sporting a slowly forming black eye. Eddie rolled his eyes as he placed the tissue to his nose. “Why’d you run into the door you idiot?” Richie glanced to Eddie with a glint of mischief in his eyes, his mouth forming an ‘o.’

“I wanted to be your knight in shining armour.” Richie stood, forcing his shoulders back in an unnatural position, arms rested stiff by his sides and his head held back. Eddie scoffed.

“Well, that worked out so swell for you, then didn’t it? I thought those ugly ass glasses were supposed to help you see not making you even more blind.” Eddie heard Richie scoffed as he walked to the nearest bin, Richie hot on his tail. Throwing away his blood covered tissue. There was a heavy pause between the two boys, their gazes locking from what seemed like the twentieth time that night.

“ah, yes.” Richie said, breaking eye contact. Posture never reducing but now with the addition of a goddamn awful British accent. “Would the kind sir like to accompany me on a drive around our fine establishment this evening?” Eddie watched Richie take a step back and gesture to his beat-up car. “Our chariot awaits.” Richie watched as Eddie rolled his eyes but nevertheless walked toward the passage set.

Richie could hardly contain his excitement. He knew the Eddie liked him back and he was trying his damn hardest to not show how happy he really was, not wanting to scare Eddie away again. The car was silent the only sound other than the roar of the engine was the tapping of Richie’s fingers against the steering wheel to the imaginary beat. Eddie slightly relaxed against the seat, he watched the trees fly past the window a shiver descending his spine every other moment due to the cold weather outside. “Eddie.” Richie turned to face the smaller boy, watching the way his legs were brought up to his chest and his head laid against the window. Keeping one hand on the wheel Richie reached around into the backseat of the car, producing a large dark coloured sweater. He knew he would never be able to do that if Eddie were paying attention but instead using the moment to his advantage. Richie throw the sweater on top of Eddie’s legs immediately watching the smaller boy pull it over his head. The materialistic object was too big for Richie so in no way was it ever going to successfully fit Eddie. The boy hummed in response to Richie after settling into the material. “You know I Love you more than I love your Mom, right?”

The air in the car seemed to come to a standstill. “Richie.” Eddie glanced over at the boy, he watched Richie pull the car over to the side of the road sensing the severity of the conversation he was about to endure but once he car had come to a complete stop the words never came. Richie had taken his hands away from the steering wheel when he heard Eddie take a deep shuttering breathe. In the skip of a heart beat the smaller boy was settled on the top of Richie’s thighs, hands on his face and lips to his lips. Richie was stunned and not at all prepared for this, so surprised by the action he had yet to replicate any movement. Eddie’s lips felt soft against his own, his fingertips perfectly moisturized as the laid in their spot on his cheeks. Richie begin to feel Eddie pull back, but no. That’s one thing Richie did not want. Richie’s hands slide around Eddie’s waist, gripping at the back of his own sweat shirt. He admired how easy it was to hold him as Richie entwined his lips with Eddie’s own once more.

This was Eddie’s first ever real kiss. Of course, he had kissed Richie in that past but never to this extent. The amount of love that Eddie could feel Richie pour into this kiss made his heart skip a beat and a warmth in his belly that had seemed to permanently settle hoping that Richie could feel the same thing in return (he could). He couldn’t imagine having it any other way. He felt Richie’s hot mouth against his own, his lips caressing Eddie’s softer than he could have ever imagined. Richie had come a long way since kissing Eddie at the age of fifteen. But Eddie didn’t know why he had ever wanted to stop. Richie’s lips were chapped there was no doubt about that, but that all seemingly disappeared when he felt his own lips, open slightly due to the feeling of the tentative touch from the other boy’s tongue. Eddie knew how little the other boy cared about personal hygiene and yet that still did not deter him. He thought about the eighty million or so germs they were both swapping but he couldn’t bring himself to think about sharing germs with anyone else.

As soon as it begins, Eddie can feel Richie pulling back from the kiss. Eyes still closed as he hears the shallow breaths from the boy resting his forehead on his own. “Sorry, Ed’s. I could do that for the rest of eternity but I didn’t want you running out of oxygen and dying on me.” Eddie huffs at him, releasing his grip on Richie’s face and settling for wrapping his arms around his neck. Richie tightens his grip around Eddie’s waist, slipping his hands underneath the fabric. Richie uses his nose to nudge Eddie’s upward, Eddie follows suit looking into the others eyes; cheeks flushed, lips slightly swollen. Richie couldn’t get enough. A small smile played on his lips. “It’s always been you, baby boy.” Richie pressed a chaste kiss onto Eddie’s lips. “You shouldn’t ever feel the need to be jealous over your fat Mom.”

Eddie snorted, as he played with the curls on the base of Richie’s neck. “Am I still the only person who can call you daddy?”

Richie’s eyes widen, and Eddie thought the boy would have gotten whiplash if he moved any faster. “W-w-what the- what the fuck.” A smile played on Eddie’s mouth, as he counted the freckles that doted Richie’s nose, which for the recorded wasn’t many due to the shitty car interior light.

“Hey Rich,” Richie hummed, still getting over the shock from the previous topic. “I love you.” Eddie bite his lip, and Richie felt Eddie’s hands slide down from the back of his neck to the front of his shirt. Both hands resting beneath his collar.

Richie smiled, “Yeah I love you too I guess.” Eddie let out an amused scoff and slapped Richie on the chest.

“Oh shut it, Trashmouth.”

Hey everyone! Thankyou all for reading!! I hope iv'e brought the end of the series to a good point and you are all happy with me :’) I really didn’t want this to end but I didn’t want to drag it on and just keep bullshitting a storyline so I needed to stop while it was at a high (if this didn’t make sense, think about why Gerard ended mcr) anywho, I would be happy to write more stuff continuing this if any of ya’ll wanna collaborate on ideas?? bc Im totally down with that

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Best Of Me - Taehyung Version

Summary: Proposal. Marriage. A year or two then a baby. (But something gets mixed up) THE FLUFFIEST FLUFF YOU’LL EVER READ.

Best Of Me - Series - 3/7

Word Count: 2905

Originally posted by cyyphr

“And the award goes to…” Everyone held their breath, the silence killing them as the presenter for the award carefully opened up the envelope. A smile was on the presenters face, they had to be doing on this purpose, the anticipation was killing the whole crowd. With a deep breath, turning the envelope around, the presenter yelled, “B.T.S!” The crowd erupted into cheers, while the boys did their group hug before walking up onto stage.

You sat amongst the crowd, sitting with other celebrities. Eyes glued on your handsome boyfriend, Taehyung, as he took the stage accepting the award. Dressed in a suit and a bow tie, he looked dashing as ever.

Excitement took over your body as you patiently awaited their acceptance speech as the fans quieted down. But one thing you weren’t expecting tonight was when Taehyung called out your name.

_______

*Flashback*

“Oh good you’re all here.” Taehyung unlaced his shoes and set them aside by the door. None of the boys paid attention to him as they were too busy scrolling through their phones and lounging on the couches while watching nonsense on TV. “Can we all talk?” His voice came out shaky, his body was trembling but it needed to be done. This seemed to have caught their attention, as Jungkook turned the volume on the TV down and their phones went black.

“What’s up?” Namjoon fiddled with his ear as Taehyung walked in front of them all, like he was giving an important presentation to decide if he passed or failed a class.

With a deep breath yet shaky breath, Taehyung spoke up. “It’s about Y/N.”

“What about her?” Yoongi said right away, without skipping a beat.

“Well,” Taehyung cupped the back of his neck and rubbed it out of nervousness. He gave a faint smile before taking it back, and not showing any emotion.

“Tae we don’t have all day.” An annoyed Yoongi stared at him, he felt the lasers coming out of his eyes and burning holes in his body.

“Right,” Another deep breath was taken, before it finally came out, “I can’t be Y/N’s boyfriend anymore.”

If you dropped a pin the room, it would be the equivalent to the TV sound being at 100.

“You’re not serious, right?” Hoseok was the first one to say something, a little scoff escaping his mouth. When nothing came out of Taehyung’s mouth, Hoseok licked his lips and turned his head to the side, shaking his head. “He’s serious.” He whispered underneath his breath.

“What the fuck Tae?” Namjoon’s angered could be seen by just looking at him. “You’ve been with her for three years, how could you all of a sudden not want to be with her!”

“I’m with Joon on this.” Jungkook chimed in. He was laying on his stomach on the floor, looking up to Taehyung. “There better be a good explanation on why you don’t want to be with her.”

“It better not be the shit explanation of ‘Oh I’m always busy and on tour and schedules’ and blah blah blah.” Jin mocked him, while rolling his eyes and then looking at the younger boy. “Please tell me that wasn’t your explanation.”

The room grew louder as they were talking over one another, and Taehyung hasn’t said a word to them yet. They were defending you, he was expecting that of them. They love you just as much as he loves you.

“Tae why are you breaking up with her?” Jimin’s question brought Taehyung out of his thoughts and back to reality. The room fell silent again, and it was Taehyung’s turn to speak.

Taehyung reached into his pocket to grab the small yet valuable item he picked up today, he didn’t take it out just yet. “I can’t be her boyfriend anymore.” He repeated again, and before the boys could say anything he pulled the item out of his pocket. A black velvet box, and he opened it up to reveal an elegant and simple engagement ring. “Because, I want to be her husband.” He sheepishly grinned as he watched their faces light up.

Hoseok started screaming, as the guys stood on their feet at the speed of light, crowding Taehyung looking at the ring. “Is this what you were doing today?” Jin asked while examining the ring. Taehyung nodded, the nervousness was still with him. He couldn’t believe that this was actually happening.

Namjoon slapped his arm and Taehyung glared at him. “Don’t fucking scare us like that again.” Then Namjoon placed his hand on Taehyung’s bicep and looked down at the ring. “It fits her so well.”

“When are you going to propose?” Even Yoongi was getting soft in this situation.

Taehyung let out a little chuckle before scanning the room as they all locked their eyes on him, waiting for his response. “About that,” his boxy grin was shown, “I’m gonna need all of your guys’ help.”

*End of Flashback*

_______

Which leads to him standing on stage in front of thousands of people, accepting the biggest award of the night with his 6 best friends next to him. While Namjoon was giving his speech, he patted his jacket to make sure the black box was still in his inside pocket, not wanting to forget the most important thing of the night.

“Thank you all so much!” Namjoon waved to the crowd, while they cheered. The boys all shifted over so Taehyung could make his way to microphone. He looked into the crowd as the cheering got louder, he smiled while looking at the ground for a split second. He then looked back up, licked his lips, and finally found the words to speak.

“Just like Namjoon said, thank you to our fandom: Army, our company, our CEO, and the amount of love we receive from each and every one of you.” He took his mouth away from the mic to hear the crowd, and to think about his next words in a quick break. “I would also like to thank our families who never stopped believing in us, and I would like to thank my wonderful girlfriend of three years, Y/N.” He pointed a finger towards your direction and soon enough, a camera was on you and you were on the big screen with a smile on your face.

“I don’t know what you guys think, but I think she should come on stage right now.” Your eyes went wide and you waved your hands in front of you telling him you were fine in your spot at their table. As soon as those words left his mouth though, a man was by your side escorting you up the stairs to the stage. The rest of the group went a few feet behind you and Taehyung so the spotlight was on you two and this special moment.

“This girl right here, keeps me grounded, makes me smile, keeps me calm in stressful situations, and she is the best thing to come home to after a tour or a long day.” He looked at you and grabbed both of your hands in his before talking again. “As some of you may know our anniversary was two days ago.” You both heard the crowd go ‘aw’, as you shared a slight smile with him. “I wanted to do something special, but I couldn’t as I was here practicing for our performance, and getting ready for tonight.” You nodded your head at the crowd agreeing with his words.

“She is the most understanding woman in the world, and that’s one of the many reasons why I love her.” You mouthed ‘I love you too’ back to him, as his thumbs rubbed your hands. “I still want to do something special for our anniversary.” The crowd started screaming louder. What could he possibly plan right now for your anniversary? “And that something special, is right now.” He let go of your hands, as his right hand reached into his inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a black velvet box. Your hands flew to your mouth, as he got down on one knee in front of thousands of fans, in front of cameras, and on live TV. He opened the small box to reveal the most stunning engagement ring you’ve ever seen.

“Will you marry me Y/N?” You heard it perfectly even though his voice wasn’t  being projected through the mic and throughout the whole building. It was a moment meant for you two, and as the tears fell down your face you nodded your head and said yes. He leaped up from the ground and leaned in to kiss you. When he backed away, he wiped the tears off your face as you laughed. Grabbing your left hand, he placed the ring on your finger, and it slid on perfectly. Once it was on, you turned to the crowd and and lifted up your left arm and the screaming was the loudest you’ve ever heard it.

Taehyung then picked you up by the waist and spun you around, then placing another kiss on your lips. The rest of the members came to surround you guys in a group hug, and before you guys got ushered off, Taehyung said in the mic, “Thank you everyone, and give a round of applause for the soon to be Mrs. Kim.”

_______

“Kim Taehyung!” You pushed your hands against his chest and shoved him lightly as you entered their dressing room. He grabbed both of your hands in his and placed light kisses on them.

“Yes?”

“I was not expecting that!” You were still flustered from what just happened. “You proposed to me on live TV!”

“Sure did!” He winked at you. “I had to let everyone watching know that you will be mine for the rest of my life.” He wrapped his arms around your waist as your hands settled on his chest, your foreheads leaning against each other.

“I love you.” You whispered, as your half lidded eyes stared at his features.

“And I love you too, future Mrs. Kim.”

_______

The surprise proposal took the internet, and every news station by storm the following morning and it didn’t slow down for months. You got to rewatch your proposal almost everyday, along with seeing fan pictures and professional pictures of the special moment. Sometimes Tae would walk in on you, smiling to yourself as you relived the moment, and he would join you too.

You didn’t even know where to begin to plan for a wedding. So when you and Taehyung met with a wedding planner, you scheduled your wedding to be a year and a half later from when Tae proposed to you. You both agreed to only have close friends and family to the ceremony, but the reception was a different story as you both wanted to have a great yet wild night.

_______

“I’m home!” Setting the bags down from shopping with your bridesmaids, your mother and Tae’s mother, you see your excited fiance run out of the bedroom.

“How was your day?” He said breathless.

“Well,” You kissed his cheek and let out a sigh. “I said yes to the dress!” His lips crashed onto yours as you both smiled into the kiss.

“The wedding will be here before you know it princess.”

_______

And he was right. Because you’re both in different hotel rooms, the night before your wedding. Pacing back and forth around your empty room, chewing your thumb nail you glanced over at the chair that held a present for Tae. Your friends telling you that you can’t see him until tomorrow otherwise you’ll have bad luck, but your heart and mind were both telling you that you needed to give him this gift.

That gave you the motivation to grab the gift off the chair and walk over to the next room. You opened the door and shut it quietly, Taehyung came out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth and saw that it was you. He shielded his eyes from seeing you and jumped back into the bathroom.

“Y/N what are you doing here?” He spoke over the running water. You then heard it stop and he was staying the bathroom not wanting to see you.

“Tae it’s fine you can come out.” You giggled as you held the gift behind your back.

“Isn’t that bad luck Y/N?”

“It’s more bad luck if you see me in my dress before the ceremony, and I’m not in my dress babe.” Shutting the bathroom light off he came out wearing a white t-shirt and black sweatpants. He stood by you with his hands in his pockets not moving. “Tae you should sit down.” You pointed your head towards the small couch he had in his room, and he did what you said.

“If you’re telling me that you don’t want to marry me, I swear to god Y/N…”

“Tae.” You cut him off as you bent down and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. “I want to marry you, I love you more than anything.”

He let out a deep breath, and you saw his leg twitching, shaking up and down from being so nervous. “I have a gift for you.” He looked up at you with a puzzled look on his face.

“If we were supposed to get each other gifts, I forgot, I’m sorry.” You laughed and placed a hand on his knee to calm him.

“No, Tae, hun, it was my idea to get you a gift.” He showed you his boxy grin while nodding his head. You pulled the box from behind your back which was wrapped in silver paper. You placed it on his lap, you clasped your hands behind your back and stood up straight with a little grin on your face.

“What is this?” He picked it up and examined it before looking up at you.

“I don’t know, you have to open it silly.” He ripped the paper off at an agonizingly slow speed, as your heart rate sky rocketed. He got through the tissue paper to reveal his first gift. A t-shirt that simply said ‘Future Dad’, and he gave you a chuckle while holding it up.

“I can wear this when we’re announcing that we’re having a child! I love it!” He was so oblivious that you wanted to scream ‘I’m pregnant!’ to him but you kept your mouth shut and watched him dig further. It revealed a picture frame that said ‘family’ on it, with no picture in it just yet. “You are already thinking of the future babe, I love it.”

“Tae.” He looked up at you, as you said his name softly.

“What?” He held onto his shirt and picture frame, one in each hand with the wrapping paper scattered on the floor.

“Think about it.” You said it quietly, and you saw the gears turning in his head.

“Think about… OH.” He grabbed the shirt again and held it up and saw the words again ‘Future Dad’. “OH.” Then he pointed at the picture frame. “OH MY GOD.” He jumped off the couch and stared at his gifts comprehending it all. “WE’RE PREGNANT?” He turned around to see you holding a picture of your ultrasound as you nodded your head.

His arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he picked you up. You placed both hands on his cheeks and placed a kiss on his lips. “We’re pregnant!” He said it over and over again like a mantra. When he placed you on the ground, he bent down and pulled your shirt up to reveal your stomach as he placed light, gentle kisses over it.

_______

The wedding ceremony went beautifully, and now the wedding party was placed at the long table in front of everyone for the reception. Each person spoke, and it was Taehyung’s turn and you got to stare lovingly at your now husband as he made a speech.

“Today, I got to marry my beautiful best friend. She is the most amazing, talented, gifted woman I’ve ever known. On my worst days, she somehow makes them my best. She is a blessing and I can’t ever thank her enough.” He placed his hand on top of yours. “We’ve been waiting for this day to finally be here and it seemed like forever, but here we are Y/N, Mr and Mrs Kim.” You smiled at everyone in front of you.

“Y/N is always filled with surprises.” He bowed his head as he laughed a little. ‘Here it comes’ you thought. “Just last night, she came into my room and handed me this gift, and I just couldn’t quite figure out what she meant.” He handed you the mic as he loosened his tie, and undid his dress shirt to reveal the shirt you got him last night. “What does future dad mean?” And every person in the room started screaming as they put two and two together.

You stood up with your husband and placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned your head on it, watching as everyone was yelling and clapping at your announcement. Tae turned his head ever so slightly to whisper in your ear:

“Thank you for everything Y/N, for being you, for giving me a child, and for being my wife. You got the best me, I will never stop loving you.”

The Anti-Valentine’s Day Party

It’s heeeeeere. Happy Valentine’s Day @myst-l-vie​ from your no longer secret valentine! Fluff is not my strong suit but hopefully you enjoy this. <3

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-x-

“You’re still coming to the party tonight, right?”

Emma rolls her eyes, stabbing at her phone to put it on speaker and tossing it onto her passenger seat. “I’m just leaving the liquor store. Yes, I’ll be there,” she assures Ruby, carefully placing the bag of booze on the passenger side floor with a pleasant clinking of bottles.

“Is Elsa coming with you?”

Emma wrinkles her nose, clicking her seat belt into place and shoving the keys into the ignition. “She’s doing something with Liam.”

“Killian’s brother Liam? When did that happen?”

“Like a week ago? Killian forgot his jacket, and his brother was with him when he stopped by the apartment. Elsa was doing yoga in the living room. Apparently they go to the same studio, but he goes on Tuesday and she goes on Wednesday, and they just started going on and on while Killian and I stood there staring at them like the insane people they are. They decided to go together on Monday, and I sort of haven’t seen much of her since.”

“Huh.” Ruby’s surprise is evident in her response, but then she adds, “Wait, Killian forgot his jacket? How does someone forget their jacket when it’s negative ten?”

Emma groans, because she knows this tone of voice, and she knows exactly how Ruby is going to react. “I might have been wearing it, and I fell asleep.”

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Lady and Agent.

Summary: “Can you do an story where Harry falls for an female kingsman agent?! (Lady Guinevere) Someone much younger then he is so he kinda struggles with his feeling. Till one day he kinda lets it slip cuz he just can’t hide it anymore. Maybe there’s a kiss involved?!”
Pairing: Harry Hart x Reader.
Fandom: Kingsman.
Warnings: Violence, Gun TW, Death.
Word Count: 1818

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Jerome Valeska Imagine - Shooting Lesson

Originally posted by logicalharleyquinn

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Your P.O.V.

Ever since Jerome and I started dating, he had talked about self defense. For a guy who didn’t seem to care about anything at all, he cared about my safety. Jerome and I got along very well and it didn’t take long until we started to bring chaos into Gotham city. Yet, I couldn’t handle a gun.

Jerome took me on top of a rooftop at night. The streetlights were on so we saw everyone walking around. It was kinda sweet that he took me up here. ‘’I thought of this for a while’’ Jerome broke the silence while playing with his gun. I put on my jacket a little tighter as I looked at him curiously. ‘’I’m going to teach you how to shoot’’ He smiled and then handed the black gun to me. 

My eyes widened as I grabbed it happily. It felt heavier than I expected it to. ‘’Now step to the edge’’ He told me a she put his hands on my shoulders while getting right behind me. ‘’This is fun already’’ I giggled as I pressed my ass against him. Jerome growled but couldn’t help but to laugh a little bit. His hands travelled to my hands so he helped me to hold the gun.

‘‘I’ll show you how to load it’‘ He said right into my ear. I licked my lips and tried to focus as he told me where to put my finger. ‘‘Now just pull that a little bit’‘ He continued and tapped something. I did as told and I heard a click sound. ‘‘Good, now you need  a target’‘ Jerome let me know and I could hear that he was smiling. His voice got raspier and I knew we were going to kill someone. He changed when he grew bloodthirsty. It was hot.

‘‘See that funky lad with a red jacket?’‘ Jerome asked me and pointed on the ground. I found the person he was pointing at quickly. ‘‘Yup’‘ I answered and grinned. That man should’ve stayed at home tonight! ‘‘Close your other eye and just look at him closely’‘ Jerome guided me while moving my hands a bit. The moment felt so romantic. We were so close on a rooftop together!

I looked at the man through one eye and I was pretty sure the bullet would hit him. ‘’When you’re ready, pull the trigger. Shoot five times and then we’ll reload it’’ Jerome told me and then stepped away from me, looking at me from the side. I took a deep breath as I stared at my target. Good for me, he wasn’t moving.

Then I added pressure on the trigger. A second later my hands jolted back and a boom echoed loudly. It didn’t stop me from looking down excitedly, like a kid on Christmas morning under the tree. The man fell onto the ground and blood pooled around him. Everyone else either ran off of froze on the spot from fear. 

‘‘Good baby! Keep going!’‘ Jerome encouraged me. I laughed and found my next target. It was woman around my age probably, blonde hair and a holo jacket. I pulled the trigger twice and watched as she fell on the ground weakly. It was easy! Some cops ran out of an alley. Instead of shooting them, I tried to shoot a wire that connected the streetlights. I used my last two bullets on them and watched in awe as some lights died out.

‘‘Let’s hide and reload it there’‘ Jerome said happily as he took his gun back. ‘‘Sounds great’‘ I purred but I had a plan as well. Jerome took my hand and we started running. He let go of me and I jumped onto the other roof. He jumped too and we kept running. We jumped across a few buildings until we were on top of our own. We got inside and then locked us up inside our apartment.

Jerome grabbed some bullets, facing me with his back as I started undressing myself. I let my jacket fall on the floor beside my feet. I took off my shirt, my shorts and then I worked on my bra. Jerome turned around and looked at me, suddenly falling silent. ‘’I’m a bad student Jerome, can we take a break?’’ I pouted and let my red lacy bra fall off. He put the gun on the table and started unbuttoning his shirt. ‘’Oh Y/N, I’m glad you asked. A break sounds good’’ Jerome licked his lips and then came to me.

I closed my eyes and leaned against him, pressing my boobs against his chest as I attached out lips. Having sex with Jerome after breaking the law was a thrill. It was always worth it. ‘’Let’s go to the bedroom, kitten’’ He whispered on my lips while picking me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and bit my lower lip. ‘’Let’s go then, I am so needy ,boss’’ I purred, seeing how his eyes turned darker as I called him boss. Just by that I knew we were up for a rough night.

lizzy92rc  asked:

"So why did I have to punch that guy?"

“So why did I have to punch that guy?”
***************

Being 25 and still desperately single truly and honestly…. well it wasn’t so bad and their were….benefits… and… free time…… independence.. yeah it sucked. Most days Betty Cooper kept busy, she owned and operated Riverdales very own Coopers Veterinary Clinic and her twin niece and nephew kept her on her toes most days. Finding time for a relationships was definitely last on her to do list but still….

Today? Yeah being single sucked. Being maid of honor at one of her best friends weddings was an honor and she was of course all too happy to do it, but now that the rehearsals were over and the favors were finished.. she felt…. lonely. Watching the couple glide across the dance floor, Cheryl wrapped up in Toni’s arms, both wearing beautiful hand made wedding gowns was enough to make her cry and of course there was him, handsome as ever but grown, Matured,
No more beanie and no more leather jacket.

“Hey hot stuff.” The unfamiliar rumble of the older man at her side shook her out of her memories. Taking an uncomfortable step to the left Betty smiled cordially, making to walk away, unfortunately she was too slow and the man had her forearm gripped in his dirty hands.

“Let go of me.” She grit out, attempting to tug her arm free.

“Just dance with me gorgeous, I’ll show you a good time.” He moved closer and for a split second she could see his lips moving toward last hers, his teeth horribly mangled.

It ended as soon as it started, one second he was grabbing her the next he was laid out on the floor.

“She said let go.” The dark haired man spoke dangerously low, shaking his hand out and staring down at the old man. Jughead jones had just knocked out a complete stranger in order to defend her honor. Somethings never change.

People began gathering at the scene, betty tugged Jughead by the arm, his suit jacket smooth under her fingers as she led them into the hallway.

It was silent for a moment before Betty spoke

“Thankyou….for that” She whispered, avoiding his eyes and grabbing his hand to inspect it for injuries.

“Anytime.” He started “so tell me why I had to punch that guy? Where’s your husband?” Jughead cleared his throat, eyes ducking when her head shot up, an amused smile on her lips.

“My husband is nonexistent” she giggled “or maybe he’s somewhere in the world, all I know is he most definitely isn’t around to defend my honor.” Betty snorted, dropping Jugheads hand and stepping back “anyway, thanks again. It was good too see you. I better get back in there.”

She was halfway to the door when his voice stopped her

“I miss you. Everyday I miss you.” He whispered, eyes burning into the back of her head.

Betty swallowed, still staring at the door
“You left me remember? Without telling me where you were going, when you were going. It’s been five years Jughead.”

Suddenly he was by her side
“I had to go, I’m sorry but I couldn’t tell you, I was in so deep with the Serpents, I just… I had to get out.. if they found out you knew where I was you’d be in danger I couldn’t risk that, I’m so sorry. I came back two years ago I came back. But… you had just opened the clinic and you were doing so well I didn’t want… I didn’t want to ruin that for you but…” Jughead trailed off.

Betty’s eyes blazed into his
“But What Jughead?” She whispered

He didn’t hesitate this time, “But I love you. There’s never been anyone else and I know you still love me. I can feel it, I know you can too.” His hands held hers and placed them over his heart “it’s always been you. It will always be you, seeing you here today, I can’t lose you again. I can’t take that.” He plead, tears gathering around the corners of his tired blue eyes.

Taking a deep shuddering breathe, betty closed her eyes, the soft voice of Frank Sinatra poured out from inside the venue and into the hall.

“We can… let’s just dance for now Okay? Just for now..” She whispered, reaching for his hand.
It was a start and he would never say no to anything Betty Cooper ever asked him again.

Taking her hand in his he held her close to his body
“Okay. A dance. A dance is good.”

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Young!Peter x Young!Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: Reader is sick


“I’m sorry Peter but we can’t let you in.” Your Mom said from downstairs.

“But I saw her two weeks ago, and she was fine!” He complained and you were sure he’d push past and break into your room if he wasn’t so worried about you.

“I understand that Peter but her medication isn’t taking as much affect as it was before so we need to keep her safe.” You Mom insisted and you heard the front door slam.

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ivy-raven  asked:

I've got another prompt for you, if you'd like! So, Tony and Steve are in a relationship pre-Winter soldier, but keep it secret and the Avengers think they're pining. Que Bucky showing up and flirting with them, them getting to know each other (again, for Steve) and them getting together, again keeping it secret. But the team thinks he's trying to steal one or the other and do everything they can to keep him away while trying to matchmake Tony and Steve. All three of them find it hilarius.

You can find this work on my Ao3 here.

So I’m going to write this from Natasha’s point of view because she’s the embodiment of that “I just *clenches fist* really love my friends” post and she just wants these idiots to be happy. Look out for under the cut!


Natasha sighed and leaned her cheek on her hand as she watched Tony and Steve flirt. Tony was as suave as ever, and Steve—blushed and broke a plate in half. She rolled her eyes and sighed again as the blond fled the kitchen in embarrassment. Tony, looking guilty, scuttled after him.

She got up and grabbed the toast he had left behind. “What if I just locked them in a closet together?” She sat down to spread almond butter on the first piece, honey on the second, then made a sandwich of the two pieces.

“Steve would probably combust,” Bruce replied, not looking up from his crossword puzzle. “Or Tony would, from frustration.”

“Why are my friends so stupid?!” Natasha burst out, spraying crumbs across the table.

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