and sorry about not enough chest hair... im really not used to chest hair!!


Characters: Dean Ambrose x Reader

Content: Sexual Content, NSFW, Daddy Kink, Choking. 

Summary: Dean storms backstage after WM32 enraged, finds You and drags you off to release some of his anger.

“Come with me. Now.” Dean barked at you while grabbing your arm. You’d been sitting backstage while the makeup girls finished off your look, getting ready to head up to Gorilla to go over your match plans again.

“W-w-what. Where are we going?”

He was dragging you down the aisle of the backstage area, fingers digging into your arm as he pulled you along. You wanted to protest but you weren’t sure how he was going to react.

Kicking open a few doors open he finally settled on an empty room, which was rare considering it was Wrestlemania. Locking eyes with him you could see his pale blue eyes were filled with rage. Dean was in one of those moods where he wanted to fight or fuck. He’d done one of those and that clearly hadn’t satisfied him.

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Request: Hey ! Im sorry this one is too smutty but… Okay, can you please make an imagine where, the reader and Shawn fall asleep and in the morning or middle of the night idk, he heard some moans and realise the reader is grinding on him while sleeping and he watch her and don’t want to wake her up yet ( cuz he is turned on ) and like after that you can do what you want 😂 OMGG I FEEL SO BAD I FEEL LIKE A PERVERT NO 😭 But yeah like.. if you could please do one 😂 I love all your imagines ! 💋 thanks !

Word count: 1,501

A/N: I tried, but this was hard. 

Moans (Kind of a smut)

“Hey baby” I whispered, as I silently walked into the bedroom.

“Are you awake?” I wasn’t quite sure if she was sleeping or not.

“Mmh” She grunted at my voice.

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Cuddling With Astro


Originally posted by daddy-mj

  • he likes spooning lets be real in a world of forks the boy is a spoon
  • idk what i meant by that 
  • moving on
  • fr MJ here would love to just drag you to bed at night to cuddle
  • he would either cuddle you like right after lunch or something or right before you sleep 
  • those are his favorite cuddle times he feels the cuddliest then its his peak cuddliest always
  • he’d pull you onto the couch or the bed and just wrap his arms around you from the back
  • and pull you into him
  • god he would smell so good omfg
  • but like right when you’d relax into him MJ would be like
  • lol n o p e
  • and start tickling the heck outta ya
  • he loves watchin ya squirm
  • ;)
  • jkjk
  • soon after you would both quiet down and it would get like comfortably silent and he’ll never tell you but those moments of quiet with you and only you are his favorite times 
  • like ever
  • he loves those moment more than anything
  • and he’ll rest his chin on your shoulder and your head will rest against his collarbone and you’ll just revel in each other’s warmth
  • MJ really likes cuddling you
  • he even tries to get you to call him the cuddle master supreme or somethin
  • just
  • cuddling MJ would be a lot of fun and also really peaceful just super wow ya feel me
  • wow


Originally posted by dognmin

  • jinjin doesnt cuddle
  • no
  • he snuggles
  • he would just be lying down and you would pass by and suddenly you’re being pulled onto your boyfriend
  • he’ll grab onto anything and pull
  • sometimes it’s your hand, your elbow, your thigh, it doesn’t matter
  • if jinwoo wants to cuddle
  • no
  • snuggle
  • he’s gonna snuggle
  • he’ll pull you on top of him so you’re both lying down
  • and jinjin would make you put a blanket on top of you so you don’t get cold because he anticipates you two will be in that position for a while
  • he would hold you close to his chest
  • close enough to hear his heartbeat
  • ohmygod
  • and wrap his arms around you and basically it would be like hugging a teddy bear
  • and your head would be against his chest and underneath the blanket
  • your legs are intertwined 
  • you would constantly switch positions though
  • “jinjin that is my boob
  • “ah crap sorry”
  • “don’t move wait”
  • “…”
  • “i said not to move now im like halfway doing the splits”
  • “sorry”
  • because eventually one of you would have a limb fall asleep and it’d get uncomfortable but you want to keep cuddling snuggling 
  • so you always end up lying on your sides facing each other
  • and hugging tight
  • and falling asleep entwined and warm underneath like seven blankets with your head on his chest hearing his heartbeat and his arms around you and i am just
  • s n u g g l e s w i t h j i n j i n


Originally posted by moonbinny

  • hes like a super giant so it would be kinda hard to find a nice cuddling position
  • but eventually you’d decide on like koala-ing him 
  • you would wrap your legs around his waist
  • and your arms around his neck
  • and 
  • squeeze
  • dongmin wouldn’t mind the squeezing honestly because you’re so small and cute he doesn’t even notice it
  • and then you’d pout at him bc he didn’t say anything about your squeezing
  • he would so kiss you so much though like you’re hanging onto him
  • or like as close to hanging as you can be while you’re lying down
  • and he would just be struck by how adorable and vulnerable you look 
  • he wouldn’t be able to help himself
  • it’s like
  • unstoppable
  • he blames it on hormones but 
  • he would move your hair or do whatever he needed to do to kiss your forehead or your cheek
  • and you’d pout at him again
  • this time in response he would
  • kiss your lips
  • over and over 
  • just pecks to tease you until you clasp your hands together behind his neck and forcibly bring him down to kiss you properly
  • he would smile into it
  • eventually dongmin would take your hands off of his neck and hold them in front of his chest
  • and smile
  • and look at you
  • he would sigh out of happiness and contentedness and love and you should all put “cuddling with lee dongmin” on your bucket lists


Originally posted by kpopyoulater

  • cheek to cheek
  • only way to describe it
  • you would start with your head in his chest but somehow later you would’ve pretty much moved up his body
  • and now your chin is in his shoulder while his chin is in yours
  • and you’re both facing each other 
  • he’s so warm
  • and the boy smells really, really good
  • you can’t help but breathe in his scent
  • and sniff his hair bc you’re 99.99% he used your shampoo 
  • but your cheeks would be smushed together but neither of you would mind
  • and his arms are loose around your waist 
  • your arms rest on his are just fanning out from your body tbh
  • they don’t really do much just
  • hang
  • until Bin takes one of your hands in his and intertwines your fingers 
  • you put your other hand on his shoulder and his other arm stays holding you close
  • for a long while neither of you talk but then
  • “did you just fart”
  • “it is only natural”
  • “i hate you”
  • “actually you love me you told me so exactly-”
  • “whY HAvE YoU BEen couNTiNg”
  • jk but honestly you would start quiet and then end up bantering and giggling but staying cheek to cheek the entire time
  • and somehow it would get late and Moonbin realizes that wow
  • you’re fast asleep on top of him
  • and he contemplates throwing you off and running for it but
  • he really likes this
  • it’s worth his arm and hand falling asleep he guesses
  • as long as, when the morning comes, you and him are still entwined


Originally posted by astropopsicle

  • minhyuk and doryongi could be brothers or somethin they’re both floppy when it comes to cuddling
  • not that you mind
  • minhyuk is usually p chill but when the boy wants to cuddle he wants to CUDDLE
  • like he’s needy af when he wants you in his arms
  • that sounded cheesy i apologize lmfao
  • anyways
  • you’ll be doing homework or something and suddenly you hear minhyuk screaming your name from the couch or your bed or something 
  • the first few times he did it you freaked out bc
  • what if he’s getting eaten by a bear or something 
  • but you soon realized that when he yells for you it’s because he wants to cuddle
  • and its non-negotiable bc whenever you wanna cuddle he’s always there for you
  • unless he has like idol stuff but thats a given
  • when you finally get to him he’s all “’sup” but then 
  • breaks out into a huge grin that practically splits his face 
  • if you don’t get to him fast enough he’ll come looking for you and pick you up bridal style or throw you over his shoulder
  • sometimes you aren’t fast enough on purpose
  • he doesn’t need to know that
  • and then he’ll wrap like all of his limbs around you
  • you’re stuck
  • have fun
  • eventually you’ll wiggle a leg out so on of your legs is between his and one of his is between yours but his arms stay rooted
  • sometimes minhyuk will roll around with you in his arms if you’re in bed together he’s super playful that way 
  • then he’ll make kissy faces at you and give you butterfly kisses
  • minhyuk would be such a frickin dork when cuddling it would be amazing
  • eventually he would fall asleep with you in his strong grip
  • and you don’t want to wake him
  • so you just stay there
  • stuck
  • until sleep finds you too
  • but you don’t really mind because you’d rather cuddle your amazing(ly warm) boyfriend than do math 
  • any day


Originally posted by astropopsicle

  • hes a giant like eunwoo 
  • but hes a smol beanie bby awkward giant
  • the first time you guys cuddle you have to ask him about it
  • and then he gets all flustered but tries to play it cool like
  • “cuddle??? uh, yeah, sure, uh, um, whatever?? you want.. babe???”
  • his voice squeaked on the last part it was great 
  • MJ and JinJin recorded it 
  • it’s JinJin’s ringtone now
  • after that though you guys got into a cuddling routine
  • funnily enough
  • in the beginning he was the small spoon
  • needless to say 
  • it really didn’t work out
  • instead you guys tend to lie down facing each other
  • smiling, laughing, talking
  • trading homework tips and joking about teachers and his managers
  • sometimes the hyungs will try to listen in on your conversations
  • that’s when you guys start roasting them, acting like you don’t know they’re listening
  • fun times
  • anyways you guys face each other
  • and eventually his arm tentatively finds itself around your shoulder, pulling you in slightly
  • it moves down to your waist as time goes on
  • sometimes you hold hands and put your clasped hands in between the two of you
  • always facing each other
  • after talking for a while the two of you will just stop saying anything or making any noises and just trace each other’s facial features with your eyes
  • you’ll find yourself leaning in and then all of a sudden he pulls you into his chest
  • both of your faces about as brightly colored as his hair is
  • and you’re both really tired at this point so you’re about to fall asleep
  • when you’re rudely brought back to being awake by all of Sanha’s hyungs taking pictures of the two of you and tweeting them
  • you should make a show
  • life with (6) boys
twin andrews part 5 | jughead x reader

Originally posted by fakesonia

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a/n: i can’t believe you all want part 5!!!!! I’m so stoked that i have such a loving following and i just want to thank you guys for everything. this ones for my day one nuggets! 

i wonder aimlessly through the school looking for my friends when i hear a familiar voice call my name.

“(y/n)?!” i turn and look int what used to be the blue and gold office 

“B?” i question stepping into the dusty room “whats with the drop sheets?”i ask grabbing one of the sheets and pulling it back to reveal a few computers.

“what are you doing in here? I’m pretty sure we can die from smoke inhalation-” i complain coughing, “that doesn’t really make sense-” i roll my eyes at the girl.

“okay anyway i was thinking about starting up the blue and gold, it kinda died after you left-” i walk around the room the feeling of familiarity washing over me.

Betty and I used to run the blue and gold with a few others in freshman year, she reported i photographed and occasionally wrote but we had a few other kids that often did the writing portion of the work load.

“B id love to but I’m writing is extremely rusty, i think we need someone who’s confident in their writing, I’m happy to take pictures like last time” she jumps up and hugs me.

“thank you!” she squeals and i roll my eyes “okay well this place needs some seriously work” she nods “and the writer-?”

and was if on cue theres a beanie wearing brunette leaning against the door frame “andrews” he greets looking over to betty “betts” 

“jones” i stand crossing my arms over my chest as i lean against the desk behind me “so is this our writer?” i ask my blonde friend.

“juggie!” betty pulls him into the room, he widens his eyes before walking and sitting next to me our arms brushing against one and another.

“whats up?” i loose focus of the conversation glancing down at our almost touching hands.

he nudges my arm and i shoot up my attention being brought back, “huh?”

the both laugh and i feel embarrassment wash over me “jugs agreed to help us!” she cheers her blonde pony tail swishing.

the bell rings and i grab my bag off the floor, “I’ve got chem, ill see you later?” she nods and i leave the pair not long after jughead comes rushing out touching my shoulder to grab my attention.

“mmh” i murmur turning to the brunette boy “you okay?” i ask weaving my way through the mass.

“yeah i just thought we could walk together, yano since we have chem together-” i nod “its fine, you don’t need an excuse to walk with me jug” i chuckle.

“oh miss andrews” i roll my eyes at the sound, jughead turns around but i grab his arm “don’t even bother glancing at him” i tell the boy as he nods in confusion.

and soon enough the raven haired boy is bouncing in front of me “miss me?” he smirks and i groan “reg your going to make us all late” i complain seeing the class within our reach our teacher already standing inside.

“move reggie!” i complain, i turn to the boy next to me “jug just go ill catch up with you-” he shakes his head “I’m not leaving you alone with him” he glares at the taller boy.

“is that so jones? you yano this is my river vixen, how about you get your own? maybe like betty cooper. maybe she’s freaky in bed like her sister” i can see the anger burning up in his eyes.

“jeez can i just not be such an asshole for once” i grab jugheads hand and push through reggie and head for the classroom door letting jughead walk in first then i follow after him but not before reggie slides in behind me.

his hands find there way down to my skirt giving my ass a squeeze lifting the fabric up slightly

i turn and slap the boy hard across the face “don’t touch me reggie i mean it” i warn stepping close to him poking his chest.

i feel a warm hand on my shoulder pulling me away from the raven headed boy “leave it his just being a blow head” i turn and smile softly to the blonde “tell me bout it”

i glance to see jughead glaring at the boy anger coursing through him, reggie smirks at the beanie clad boy walking past our shared desk

“what’s up Wednesday Addams? you jealous? i get to touch her sweet ass and you don’t?” he chuckles and i catch jugheads shoulder pushing him back down in his chair.

“not. worth. it.” i day through gritted teeth plastering a smile on my face as the raven haired boy smirks walking past and settling in the desk behind us

i can see the anger boiling up inside the boy and i chew on the end of my pen before nudging him with my elbow “he’s just trying to get to you jug just forget it”

“yeah well it’s working” he replies annoyed trying his hardest to focus on his work and not reggie’s constant snickers and the replay of him griping your ass

a mixture of jealous and disgust swirling around in his stomach but feels your warm hand slide over top of his giving it a small squeeze as you pay attention to the front of the class.

“sorry” he mumbles removing his hand from mine and clearing his throat, i swallow feeling a little embarrassed that he pulled away from my touch “don’t worry about it”

the bell rings and i rush out like im on fire, spotting my three friends over by the lockers. i speed walk over rushing over to Kevin giving him a half hug

he chuckles and throws an arm around me “you okay?” he asks and i sigh “just a crap day thats all- what’s that?” he glances down at his phone and i gasp

“oh my god” we say in unison glancing to our new raven haired friend “what?” she closes the locker and gives us a puzzled look. kevin glances at betty before handing his phone over to veronica

allowing her to look at the picture that chuck had uploaded of the two after their date last night, except chuck had got a little carried away with photoshop and added a riverdale ‘sticky maple’ to her face

“what the hell is a sticky maple?!” kevin shrugs nervous “it’s kinda what it sounds like it’s a riverdale thing” he tries to explain and she shakes her head “no it’s a slur shaming thing”

“and im neither a slut nor am i going to be shamed by someone named excuse me chuck clayton”

people take their times to stop in the hall snickering at our new raven haired friend their phones buzzing in their hands as they whisper and point

“move along” i yell annoyed at the crowd that scramble at the sound rushing to get away from us

“does he really think he can get away with this?!” she rambles furious “does he not know who I am?!”

she glances between the three of us “i will cut the breaks in his supped up phallic symbol!”

betty interjects “or we could go to principle weatherbee!”

veronica snaps back “about the coaches son?! who’s captain of the football team and riverdale highs resident golden boy?!”

“and or we-” she pauses nudging me “can expose him in the pages of the blue and gold!! yeah i can do that! she nods frantically placing her hand on kevins shoulder

“spoken like a true good girl who always follows the rules”

i finally speak up “she’s right-” anger bubbles up inside of me “no way-he can’t- not again”

veronica nods at me before shoving Kevin’s phone back into his chest “well i don’t follow rules!”

i agree turning and storming off in the direction of the boyslocker room

it’s not long till veronica is at my side along with betty trailing along “i make them” she seethes “and when necessary i break them”

she turns to the blonde struggling to keep up with the pair of us “you want to help us get revenge on chuck Betty? that’s awesome! but you better be ready to go full dark no stars”

we almost reach the boys locker room and veronica pause turning to face the worried blonde “so what do you say betts in or out”

“im totally in” i leave the two girls not waiting to listen to Betty’s response. we pass jughead who looks worried at my anger he calls my name but i ignore him approaching the doors to the boys locker room

i push through the doors first glancing around to try and spot the culprit but the sea of half naked boys itnwas proving difficult “damn it” i mutter

veronica takes the lead grabbing Betty’s hand and she uses the other to shield her face rushing into the crowd and bumping into the one and only archie andrews

“ronnie, betty, (y/n)? what are you guys doing in here” he quickly rewraps his towel around his torso not wanting to expose himself to the three girls.

“don’t worry about it” ronnie tells my brother attempting to move past him, “no-” he starts blocking our path

“i mean it andrews hit the showers and get out of my way” she shoves past my brother and makes her way deeper into the change rooms

my brother reaches for my shoulder “arch don’t” i move past him and see that veronica and betty have encountered chuck

“b and v- ladies” he licks his lips still wet from the showers, his towel hanging low from his hips his body on full show

veronica steps forward extending her phone toward chuck “this is disgusting, take it down” the boys chuckle

“oh woho why you so wound up? it’s a badge of honour- and well your not exactly virgin territory after your closet date with andrews”

i get ready to interject but betty beats me to it

“okay that’s beyond irrelevant chuck” she pauses “your not allowed to go around humiliating girls for any reason under any circumstances! you-you-jerk!”

her smirks at the blonde addressing her"look i get your not a closet kinda girl but hey, if you want to ride the chuck wagon that can be arranged”

the locker room erupts in snickers the boys rielling each other up

veronica’s quick to defend her best friend “let’s keep this simple so your preppy half murder brain can grasp it

she walks closer to him narrowing the gap between them “take this. the hell. down”

he glances to his boys before leaning down to Veronica’s eye line “see that high, bitch tone attitude might have worked on the betas you dated in new york but-” he pauses “your in bull dog territory now”

the boys back him up by snarling and barking like dogs, how darling of them

“but please fight back” she smirks giddy “your only making it harder for yourself”

betty grabs the raven haired girl but he shoulder and guides her out of the crowed locker room, clearly furious and somewhat embarrassed

as the girls moved im revealed to the jock “oh! is that miss andrews?!” he yells allowing all the boys to turn and gather around me

“you disgust me” i seethe digging my nails into my palms so o don’t lash out at the boy.

“what did you think that you were my last?” he chuckles and i instantly feel sick at the memory “don’t flatter yourself” he smirks

“take it down chuck, now” he rolls his eyes at my persistence “everyone’s already seen it now” he attempts to sass me.

“so you wouldn’t have any problem with deleting it then right?” a bunch of ‘ooohs’ floated around the room making chuck angry

he slams his fist against the locker beside me “did you forget where you are andrews?” the boys start barking again and i roll my eyes at their childishness

“you may be a bulldog chuck but just remember im a vixen and ill bring you down when you least expect it”

i go to punch him and he flinches then continue to try and play it off “well well well, if it isn’t the better half of the andrews” i turn and move past the raven haired jock

“not in the mood reg” i make my way out of the locker room and into the hall when i spot my two friends im presuming making a game plan

“hey wait-” i turn and sigh frustrated “god reggie what now?!” i respond my voice grower louder

he lifts he’s hands up in surrender “is everything okay?” he swallows glancing at me, i hesitate before shaking my head “no but it will be soon enough-” he nods placing a hand on my shoulder

“would you maybe want to come with me to pops tonight? talk about whatever the hell happened in there?” i glance over to my friends then back to reggie

“reggie-” he cuts me off “please (y/n) we haven’t spoken since you moved? i promise it’s just a milkshake and a bite to eat nothing more” i roll my eyes fine 8"

i move away and head over frantically to my friends “ronnie you okay?” she nods offering a small smile

“he took it down- chuck. i made him take it down” she looks up at me and hugs me tight “thank you” i squeeze her back rubbing her back soothingly “its okay” i whisper back

“dad?” i call out closing the front door as i trudge through the house looking for my father.

the sound of drills coming from our backyard was enough to get me curious “dad?” i ask walking out the door and down into our backyard

the shed door was open, my father inside sound proofing our garage. the noise stops as my dad notices my presence “hey kiddo” i smile up at my dad

“what’s all this?”

“just fixing up the shed for your brother, he need somewhere to practice”

i furrow my brows “archies into music? when did that happen?” i chuckle flopping down on one of the couches

“over the summer, there’s a new teacher at the school- miss grundy, she’s been helping archie alot with it” i nod taking in all the new information

“archie never told me about her” i say confused “oh im sure he would’ve wanted to- he probably forget to mention it at some point”

i sit for a few trying to figure out why archie hadn’t told me about his new venture and his closeness to our music teacher

i stand up brushing off my jeans “im going to go to pops” my dad nods “oh pop actually run, wanted to know if you wanted your old job back?”

i widen my eyes surprised “really?!” he nods “you should go see him” i nod giving him a kiss on the cheek before rushing off to the diner

the bell chimes as the door to pops swings open, the older man smiles at me as i walk over the threshold “hey pop!”

“miss andrews just the lady i wanted to see” i smile leaving against the front counter “dad told me the news, id love to come back if you’d like me back” i smile at the man

i worked at pops for about 4 months before i moved, i waitressed and every so often i was allowed into the kitchen to make a few off the menu items

he bends down behind the counter and places my old uniform on the bench in front of me, a cheer to myself running me finger over my badge “thank you!!” i squeal giving him a small hug

“when do you want me to start?” he glances around the semi busy diner “how about now, im expecting hermione to come in soon so you two can keep it down till dinner rush right?” i nod

i grab my uniform and head toward the restroom pausing and turning first “wait who’s hermonie?” he chuckles “it’s fine never mind” i push open the door and change from my school clothes to uniform

when i return to the front desk pop has disappeared and is replaced by a beautiful raven haired older lady, i plaster on a smile and walk toward her

“you must be hermione?” the lady looks up smiling softly at me and dismissing whatever she was doing to walk over to me

“thats me, may i ask who you are?” i mentally face palm “(y/n), andrews- i worked her last year- pop just gave me my job back” she nods

“so your Fred’s daughter?” she questions and i nod “guilty” she giggles at me placing a hand on my shoulder “you look just like your mother- you know your father and i dated in high school”

my jaw drops “no way!! my dad with a woman like you- jeezz i didn’t know he had that much game” the lodge woman smiled at me giving me a nudge on my hip

“your father was devilishly handsome in high school-” i squeeze my eyes shut “oh god- ew” we both share a laugh before I turn and scan the diner spotting a familiar beanie in one of our booths

“friend of yours?” i smile at the thought “yeah something like that- ill be back” i walk over from my fellow co-worker and toward jughead sliding into the booth

“oh im good for a refill- oh (y/n) hey” i smile at the brunette “hey juggie” i play with the ends of my hair as he examines me “cute dress”

i blush and scuff my converse against the diner floor brushing jugheads leg by accident causing me to blush further “its a look isn’t it” i tease and he nods laughing as he continues to type

“i didn’t know you got your job back” he questions eyes moving from me then back to his laptop

“i only just got it back, he called dad and said he’d consider having me back- it’ll be good anyways to get that extra bit of money” he nods silence filling the booth

“can i get you anything? another milkshake?” he closes his laptop and stares into my eyes before dropping to my lips.

i feel something twitch in my stomach that causing me to bite my lip “juggie?” he snapped out of his gaze “hm what?”

i laugh moving myself from my side of the booth to his “do you want me to get you anything?” i say glancing at the empty fries bowls and milkshake glasses.

i knew when he wrote he always ordered a burger and fries to keep him going, sometimes he’d be too wrapped up to even touch the food placed infront of him

he swallows at our closeness eyes darting all over the place “i need to tell you something” he’s arms extends over the back of the booth

“your starting to worry me, what is it? is it important i do have tables to wait” he looks down at my hands placed on his thighs “it’s about your brother, he’s in trouble"

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Part 13 - Sex is About Chemistry.

it was 3 days ago on Wednesday. So usually if I saw someone that is my type on Grindr. I would favorite him first, and I’ll hit them up when I’m horny or feel like it. So there was this guy that I saw his profile. Age 33 , 178cm , 80kg. pale skin tone with an average body. Well for sure he doesn’t look like 33 in picture, of course picture could be deceiving but I don’t mind even if he’s older looking in person.

Me : Hey Free Tonight ? :)

CK : Late night can ? around 11pm

Me : Sure. Send me your address later on.

Well I was pretty desperate that night. Quickly took a shower and make sure water comes out clean. While on my way to Kuchai Lama, I gotten kind of emotional out of a sudden listening to Adele.. Well I told you I was ‘desperate’ so I reached his place at 11pm sharp. 

Me : I’m here.

CK : Sorry I’m not home yet. So sorry 

Me : Nah its okay. I’ll just hang around your area first.

Well I went to a cafe nearby his place and sat down and ordered coffee. With my black singlet and shorts sitting alone in the corner playing with my phone, replying some messages on Tumblr. Turns out there’s a guy who managed to figure out the person in Part 12 and there’s a guy who fucked with him too, the world is indeed small eh ? 

When the clock hits 12, he texted me saying that he’s home now and I can come now to unwrapped my present. With my car parked road side, walked into the apartment blindly searching for his block, took a lift up to 12th floor and : 

Me : Ding Dong (Pressed the bell) 

CK : Hey. Come on in. 

My first sight on him is that he looks exactly what I had describe earlier but slightly older in person which is totally fine with me. He was in his grey singlet decent body with biceps and a ‘dad bod’ but slightly buffer, with his short black hair and facial hair on his face. As I put my phone and wallet on the dining table he hugged me from behind feeling his facial hair across my neck. Embracing the hug from behind I turned around and kissed him gently on the lips as he didn’t stop for once but continue for more. I felt our dicks gotten hard immediately as we make out. (This is what I call chemistry) 

As we’re both pretty horny, he led me into his bedroom with yellow lights from the lamp. He slept on one of the side of them bed with his arms open wide (damn daddy !) and quickly dive into his embrace again hugging him tightly with my head rest on his chest cuddling. 

Fingers running across my hair while we started kissing, feeling the tender yet rough facial hair of his when we kisses, eagerly lifting up his shirt just enough to reveal his chest my hand unconsciously moving towards his nipple and started flicking it as he moans a little while our tongue is tied with our saliva. 

Detached my tongue from his, I went straight to his nipple licking furiously as he moans in excitement. From the left ones to the right. Hands moving downwards taking off his brown pair of boxer stroking his decent 7 inch cock it was wet as fuck. Gently stroking it as I say : 

Me : Can I suck it ? (a little foreplay wont hurt)

CK : yeah suck it good. (moaning)

Started off in a gentle and slow pace running in and out of my mouth making him want more with my tongue licking his head on the inside, while my hands moving upwards playing with his nipple. He was moaning like a slut, I guess I hit all of his sensitive spot at once and he felt great. I went up and kiss him after I blow him as we switch position he lick my neck with that tender yet rough facial hair I was so turn on. He went on doing things that I did earlier instead of sucking my dick he went for the lube and stretch my tight hole with his fingers I was moaning wanting his dick.

Me : Fuck me please (begging as I touches his face)

CK : fuck you’re so cute. 

Nodding my head as he took out a box of condom and wore it and adjusting our position as I slowly felt his big hard dick poking my hole in between my butt cheek as I moan :

Me : Yeah yes fuck ! (feeling his dick enters)

My precum was leaking everywhere as he fucks me slowly with hands touching my every part of my body. In between moving forward giving me kisses on the neck and lips while my hands gulping his muscle chest wishing I could lick it. Both of us moans loudly in that moment I guess we are really feeling it. I couldn’t help it, I had to stroke my cock as I told him :

Me : Fuck baby I’m close ! (stroking my own cock)

CK: fuck yeah (fucks me even faster and harder)

Me : Fuck Im cumming , I cumming !! (Moans and cum)

CK : play with my nipples. 

Obediently do as he a command, flicking his nipple as he fucks me even harder than before as he let out a huge load in he cum even I could feel it inside. 

CK : Ahhh (Moans)

As he gently remove it from my ass we let out a laugh. Because we both knew we enjoyed and it was a great session. Gave me a towel as I was taking a hot shower in his bathroom washing every inch of my body as he hug me from behind again but both of our cock’s are soft by now. 

Me : Sorry if I cum too fast just now haha..

CK : Nah its fine. I understand haha.

it was about 1:30am and I was just resting on his chest while we share our sexual experience, our best sex to worst sex, my first time and what kind of guys I like. On and off he would gently touches my face and smile at me, giving me kisses out of a sudden when we talk. As he woke up from lying down and move above me and we passionately kissed as he reaches for my nipples licking it along with his rough facial hair touches my skin really turns me on again. Magically our cocks are up again. Unhesitantly he asks :

CK : I wanna fuck you again. Can I ? 

Me : (Shyly nodded) 

CK : Ride me since you said it used to be your favorite position. 

Squeezing the lube on my fingers, stretch my not-so-tight hole as he laydown and I squat on him slowly feeling his dick enters. Careful adjusting my position from squat to my knees resting and riding him as he moans. I ride him for very long, placing my hands on his chest to borrow strength for my hips to move intensely to make him feel good, on and off he would raise his thighs and fuck me while his hands gulping my chest until he couldn’t hold it in anymore and he cum again in the condom.

And we clean up again. Talking and laughing about how I turned him on to fuck me two times in a row. We hugged and I left at 3am driving home with a smile on my face. 

happy reading. play safe everybady. xo

ninji-nibbles  asked:

im sorry to bother but can you just write something about the uf/ut sans and sf papyrus cuddling me and telling me that everything is going to be okay? I really need something to help I'm sorry

(*No need for apologies!  I’m sorry that you’re feeling down, and I really hope this does help.)


“hey, kiddo, what’s wrong?”

Sans is quick to wrap an arm around you, drawing you against his chest, his back resting against the couch cushions.  He tucks your head beneath his chin, his phalanges threading through your hair, lightly massaging the nape of your neck.  He’s patient–he’s always been patient–so he doesn’t need an answer right away.  

While he waits, he draws you closer, close enough to feel your heart beating in your chest against his ribs.  His body is always thrumming with magic, feeling vibrant despite being unyielding bone, and suddenly, your chest feels a little lighter.  

His magic has gripped your SOUL, just barely touching it–yet trying to alleviate the heaviness you’re feeling.  The touch doesn’t last long, but it’s soothing, and if you close your eyes, you can imagine you’re floating with Sans as your anchor to the world.  "it’s going to be ok, kid.  i promise.“  He chuckles lightly, his fingers rubbing little circles along your back.  "and you know how i feel about promises.”


When it comes to Red, the moment he sees what kind of day you’re having, he acts.  

One moment, you’re standing in the living room, trying to hold it together while he’s on the couch… and then, he blinks in front of you, his arms around you.  You lose your balance and start to topple backwards, but instead of your back hitting the floor… it hits his mattress.  He rolls to the side, dragging you against his chest, his large, fluffy jacket halfway engulfing you with the motion.  

His mouth is at your ear, his breath warm as it fans along your neck.  "sweetheart, don’t cry.  i can’t take your tears.“

It’s a genuine admission, one that’s murmured raw and lacking the usual growl.  His arms tighten around you.  "i’m gonna take care of it, ok?  just tell me what’s wrong.”  He doesn’t really expect you to–he’s used to keeping secrets buried beneath secrets himself–but if it’s something he can help with, he’s more than willing.  

He presses skeleton kisses against your cheek and forehead, before he changes position to hold you halfway across his chest, your cheek against his sternum.  "it’s gonna be ok, sweetheart,“ he assures as he pulls the covers over both of you, content to stay in his bedroom and lie in bed until you feel better.  "i’ll make sure of it.”


Papyrus spoons you in bed, one leg thrown over yours and his arms tight around you, your back pressed against his chest.  It’s better this way, where he can’t see your face–and you can’t see his.  That usual lazy smirk is gone, pulled into a grim line; he hates seeing you feel so stressed and so down.  "darlin’, it’s gonna be ok,“ he mumbles into your hair, nuzzling his nasal ridge against the top of your head.  "everything’s gonna be ok.”  

Words can be empty; no one realizes that more than him.  But these are words that he always wanted–no, needed–to hear.  Words that he’s begun to believe, ever since you showed up in his life.  

“just stay with me, right here,” he says, tightening his grip.  His phalanges find your hands and lace with your fingers, and he brings one of your hands up past your shoulder so he can press his teeth to the back.  "as long as you’re with me, everything’s ok.“

He ends up rocking you gently, his body curled protectively around yours.  He doesn’t let go for the rest of the night, not even when Sans bangs on the locked door and threatens to kick it down.  

bumblenumbscramblebutt  asked:

WHEW SORRY TO BUG YA AGAIN but man im addicted to your Saeran headcanons so uhm. Can I get some Saeran hcs where Searan probably has a ptsd breakdown and with a short haired MC knows EXACTLY what to do for due to having PTSD herself (but for slightly different reasons) bonus points for snuggling with MC sharing some of her favorite music to chill to.

(;﹏;) Baby needs the biggest hug. And you’re not bothering me!!!! This was actually one of the personal ones I wanted to post… Though I might still post the other I had in mind, since it is a bit different! But, gah…Saeran, baby ;;;;

It was hard for him. Everyone knew it, he knew it, but that didn’t mean he excused himself for it. 

He would try his best to just go about his day, lessening how he snaps at people, trying to be nicer, but it all just felt alien to him. Like he was just lying to himself and everyone else. It made his skin crawl each time he tried. So most of the time, he just ended up locking himself in his room.

He wouldn’t let anyone in his room unless it was you.

You were so sweet and calming. You didn’t mind his outbursts, you didn’t mind his sudden switch from screaming in anger to outright sobs, sobs that had him just collapsing on the floor and heaving.

Each time that happened, you were there to help him stand, to help him remember to breathe. Just there, chanting a mantra of ‘I’m here, it’s alright’ as you rocked him back and forth. You would do it for hours if you needed too, no matter how hard the floor was, no matter how sore your voice was. Because he needed it.

He felt as though he needed you, and he was so scared of the day you would leave him.

He was so weak, so disgustingly weak, constantly wrecked with the vivid memories, the lingering drugs he craved. How were you so calm? How were you able to stand someone as pathetic as him?

He was laying on his bed, just sprawled out on his back, thinking about all of this. He couldn’t breathe- his chest felt so fucking painful. It was like all his thoughts were stabbing away at his lungs.


He can’t move. Everything is just piling on him. The familiar chants he used to hear on the daily, the faces he used to look up to- just constantly in his vision when he closes his eyes. God, if he focused enough, the memories would spill out and manifest in front of him.

He manages a noise out. Nothing that forms any word, but a strangled acknowledgement. He heard you. God, he heard you. He knows he’s so fucking pathetic right now, but please…

“Hey,” Your soft voice is beside him, and if he wasn’t choking on his pride, he’d let his emotions pour out of him. You lay beside him, propping yourself up on an arm to look at him and brush his bleached bangs away from his face. “Is it bad?”

He closes his eyes, forcing himself just to nod a little. He can’t say it outloud, he just can’t. Thankfully, he doesn’t need to. You’re cuddling him in an instant, helping him move to his side so he can hide his face against your chest. Hide his shame, his humiliation. 

Everyone told him it would take time, but you told him the truth. You told him how it would last with him forever, but he would need to learn how to cope, how to ignore it if needed. You wished so hard it would go away one day, you told him how you would love for the pain and memories to just be swept away like some god given ocean wave taking those disgusting feelings into its depths. But lying to yourself wasn’t the way to go through it. Lying to others about it would just cause more pain.

You brought him back from the memories, rubbing his back and kissing his forehead. You didn’t say anything when his tears starting spilling out uncontrollably, when he gripped you hard enough to leave bruises, as he outright wailed.

You just rubbed his back and rocked him gently, humming some song from a video game that helped you when you felt so bad, when you felt like him.

It took him ages to stop the crying, but when he did he still didn’t feel safe. He felt like he was just in a hazy fever dream- That your sweet touches would transform into pangs of delirium and whips breaking his skin. God, his mother was right his mother was right his mother was right his mother was right his mother was right

“Saeran? Can you hear me?”

He weakly pulled his face away from your chest, his wet face wincing as cold air hit it. You didn’t laugh. You didn’t make fun of his disgusting face. You just calmly grabbed a tissue and cleaned the tears away, cleaned his worries away.

“Can you talk?”

“Just. Just a bit. I don’t think.” He rubbed his face with a free hand- too scared to let go of you- as his voice croaked. God, had he even spoken today?

“Do you want to talk about it?”

No, god no. He didn’t want to risk the memories flooding back in all at once, like that god awful nightmare had prompted them to do. 

“No,” He shook his head, pulling you close to him and burying his face against your neck. “You can talk. Please, I just. I just need something.”

“I can try singing that song I hum? I mean, it’s not really words-”


You cleared your throat and started singing lowly, running your fingers through his hair, and he melted against you.

How can you be so sweet to him? How can you be such a wonderful short haired goddess when he was the scum of the earth. He had done things you didn’t know, that no one knew of.

But you welcomed him into you arms. You were his personal confessional, and he was so thankful you didn’t judge him. He couldn’t stand anymore judgement in his lifetime.

He shifted his head up, his nose nearly against yours as he stared into your eyes. You stopped your singing, but he slipped his fingers through your hair, putting his forehead against yours with closed eyes.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.”

The Best

pairing: platonic hamilsquad x depressed!reader

genre: angst! modern au

word count: 1700

warning: mentions of depression, death/suicide

summary: you haven’t been at school all week, you haven’t been answering texts. eventually, the boys decided that they’re not going to wait for you to reply anymore, and take matters into their own hands.

a/n: yoo so sorry for the angsty thing, i was planning on putting up some starboy laurens fluff but ive been having a pretty bad day meself so. wrote some angst cuz it made me feel better. if you’re having a bad day i hope it helps and i hope u feel good tomorrow!

You had spent the week in bed. Your work was beginning to pile up – in both a metaphorical and literal sense, you thought as you looked at the pile of papers on your desk – and you probably got more texts in the past five days than you’ve gotten in the past year. Everyone was worried about you. Just today, Alexander had left you 3 voicemails and he sent you 51 messages in the span of 6 minutes; John sent you 2 pictures of Lafayette and Hercules playing checkers, and then one of himself pouting because, as he put it, he ‘wanted to see you’; Lafayette sent you a video of himself singing some French song that was supposed to be a lullaby but it didn’t really help; Hercules sent you a picture of himself in a ridiculous hat. 

Nothing cheered you up. You hadn’t had this bad of a spell in years, but lately things had gotten worse and couldn’t bring yourself to do anything. You just couldn’t.

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twin andrews part 8 | jughead x reader

Originally posted by wonderloves

part seven

a/n: im super sorry that these are all messed up and events aren’t happening in order blah blah & i haven’t been posting often and all that nonsense but I’ve been in a weird head space and haven’t had the energy or want to write the past week. this chapter really shows how crap my writing has been lately and hence why its kinda all over the place,  struggle to write this part for some reason I’m yet to be made known, these are always organic and i love this story with my whole entire heart but this part seemed force for some reason? ill get better and post regular soon enough my loves, I’m sorry again. enjoy xx

i was woken abruptly from my sleep when my brother swings open the bathroom door flicking on the light switch. i shift from my position on the floor my neck and back already aching.

i didn’t even need to look in the mirror to know that i have makeup all over my face, i didn’t have the opportunity to wash it off after a last minute unscheduled break down occurred.

“are you okay?” he offers me his hand sleep still evident in his voice, i shake my head standing up on my own ignoring his judging glances as i splash water on my face, refreshing myself before leaving him stunned and worried in our bathroom.

i walk down the hall and into my room siting myself down on my already made bed. i sigh already not looking forward to the lecture i was about to receive from my mother and my father.

i finally make the move to get ready pulling myself together for the day, trying to make myself look less zombie like and more; im frocking in a valley filled with flowers.

i barely make it half way down the street before betty rushes to my side panting, a worried expression on her face. “you good blondie?” she pants trying to catch her breathe from her spur of the moment jog.

“what happened to you last night? i tired to call you a billion times!” she stammers a frown forming on her lips “what’d i miss?”

we begin our walk to school as betty rambles on about finding her sister in a home for ‘trouble youths’ only to find her pregnant with jasons baby and totally unaware of his death.

oh but it doesn’t end there, they had planned to run away and jason has stashed a car on the highway which the two sleuths found photographed and then reported to sheriff keller; when i saw the pair at the variety show mid break down

but once they finally got the squad car out there the car was up in flames destroying all possible evidence in the car, the believe that they were followed and now well now polly broke out of the loony bin she was in

“and that’s what you missed on glee” i mumble as she tugs me into the student lounge all of our friends already vacating the couches provided

i flop down on the couch wincing as my neck starts to ache, i was too wrapped up in my discomfort that i didn’t even notice i had sat down next to jughead.

we hadn’t spoken since he left me at the school last night, things were still tender and i didn’t know where i stood with him anymore.

apon my arrival the group discussion seemed to fizzle into nothing, worry and nervousness plaster on their faces. thats when i knew that archie must’ve told them what happened last night

i swallow hard, bring my hand up to stroke the tenderness in my neck and shoulders “you okay?” ronnie perks up knowing exactly why. i was still mad at her for not telling me about our parents, i thought she was supposed to have my back

“i just slept funny that’s all” i cough, awkwardness still evident in the air “so betty fill me in more what happening with polly now?”

betty begins to ramble on about polly breaking out and now being no where to find and thats she’s worried that the blossom will think that polly’s connect somehow to the car blaze and quite possibly, jason’s murder.

the others were too caught up in bettys worrying words that they didn’t catch jughead moving to sit next to me his arm snaking around my waist trying to comfort me

i exhale moving toward him allowing myself to feel somewhat relaxed at his touch. i offer him a small smile before he places his hands back into his lap, trying not to draw attention to us.

“we need to find her before the blossoms do” betty concluded looking to me with sad eyes. i slip my hand over hers giving it a squeeze “and we will- all of us”

i look to jughead and the others begging them to back me up “we’ll find her b” veronica smiles at her blonde friend placing her coffee cup onto the table infront of her

“thanks guys” a smile widens on her face glancing back at me

the bell rings indicating the start of first period, i mumble a quick goodbye before fleeing the group and entering the hall head hung low

my loneliness is short lived when betty & veronica are on either side of me pestering me in what happened with me last night.

“nothing- seriously i haven’t been feeling too well so i just left and went home” the raven haired girl sighs “we can’t help you if you don’t tell us (y/n/n)”

you give the worried girl a half smile “if there was something wrong yous would be the first to know, i promise” they share glances between each other before giving in “fine”

“no body told me we were treking through the woods” i complain as we trudge through the muddy forrest in search of the older cooper girl.

the blossoms found out about polly & the car and in the blossoms books polly was now a prime suspect in their sons murder meaning, we had to find polly before the blossoms did

i drifted to the back of the pack not being able to shake the idea of my dad with hermione out of my brain. a twig trips me and i almost end up face first into the mud when a pair of arms grab me

“woah” i exhale as the arms let me go allowing myself to gain my composer, i tune slightly catching the raven hair in the sunlight. “thanks reggie” i mumble stuffing my hands in my pocket

this was the first time we’d spoken since the playbook ordeal and honestly i didn’t want anything to do with him ever again. but i knew, i knew that there was more to him then his jock exterior.

“i want to apologise-” i shake my head but he grabs my shoulder alarming “please let me finish” i smack my lips together waiting for his explanation.

“i was an asshole, i know that but i-i really like you (y/n) and i want you to give me another chance” i furrow my eyebrows glancing to see jughead burning a hole in my head

i turn to the boy shaking my head slightly when he crashes his lips onto mine, i push on his chest instantly breaking our contact “what the hell mantle!” i yell moving away from the boy toward my friends.

my breathe shakes as i try and catch up to the brunette boy. my brother rushes toward me anger on his face “what’s wrong?! I swear to god if he touched you-” he stammers his face growing redder by the minute.

“archie leave it please” i push his chest trying to calm the angry boy, he finally gives in letting my drag him over toward our friends.

betty’s too focused on her missing sister to even bat an eyelid at her friends behaviour, walking ahead catching up with her parents. i spot jughead and rush over to him tugging lightly on his arm “jug” i plead

he turns around, a scowl on his face “jug please, don’t be mad at me i didn’t do anything wrong” i whisper trying not to cause a scene “forget it (y/n)” he scoffs moving away from me leaving with no other choice than to watch him leave

nothing seemed to be going my way today, i let out a long sigh as veronica joins my side “you doing anything tonight?” she asks wickedly.

“no why?” i ask puzzled glancing between kevin and veronica “well me and a few others were thinking of going out tonight- be the best gal pal and come with?” i smile to myself.

“count me in oh and bets” she inhales sharply at the name drop “she’s got enough of her plate- I don’t think she’ll be up for it” I shrug “yeah well you’re right- ill see you later yeah?”

“come to my house and we’ll get ready together?” i nod as she tackles me in a tight hug “bye!” she chirps leaving me alone with my thoughts.

a few hours later we’d finally given up on the man hunt and come to the conclusion that the blossoms and the coopers were now on the ‘same team’ apon finding out that polly was indeed carrying jasons baby

which brings me to now, walking home with my brother and betty. it was silent the sounds of leaves crunching under our feet as no one dares to speak, the wind whistle through the trees as we reach the front of our house.

i find myself thinking back to reggie and our kiss- how jughead witnessed it and felt betrayal from yet another person whom was supposed to be his best friend

“you okay?” my brother asks as betty rushes into her house after a brain wave. “yeah” i smile weakly moving up the steps “can you drive me to V’s?”

he nods scooping up his keys and ushering me back out to the car “i need to tell you something-” he starts but i interrupt him “arch it’s getting bad again”

he starts the car his eyes twitching “why didn’t you tell me?” i sigh disappointment flooding his voice, “i didn’t want mum or dad to know arch- they’ll send me back”

“i won’t tell dad, unless you-” i shake my head “please don’t finish that sentence” i whisper lowly closing my eyes as fresh tears drip down my cheeks

“we’re here” he whispers, i open my eyes to see us infront of veronica’s building “thank you” i lean over the console and wrap my arms around the red headed boy “im sorry”

he squeezes me back before letting me shrink back into m seat “have fun okay?” i nod wiping my tears exiting the car “wait what did you want to tell me?” he shakes his head “ill tell you later yeah?” i nod stepping back from the car watching him drive off into the distance.

“i can’t believe you talked me into this” i mumble as we walk into the busy club, veronica had invited our mutual friends josie & kevin but she had seemed to neglect to mention that our very own mantle the magnificent would be in attendance also

apparently she need disposable arm candy, she was right on both counts.

“i don’t know about you but im getting unbelievably drunk” i announce to the group before  walking over to the bar and ordering a round sticking it on the lodge girls tab

we all had a few too many tequila shots before veronica grabbed my hand and pulled me out onto the dance floor, the bass thumping through my chest as we begin dancing throwing our hair behind our shoulders

we sway to the rhythm of the beat, the sounds tempo growing faster the more intoxicated we got. reggie managed to sneak up behind me grabbing my hips and tugging them back slightly

not giving a care in the world i push back into him, his nails seemed to dig into my waist at this point, he’s hands felt like fire on my exposed skin.

we move as one swaying against each other before reggie turns me around his hands moving all over my body, too drunk to process anything i giggle pressing my soft lips to his, feeling a drive inside of me that wanted reggie.

i pull back lust filling my eyes as are friends squeal, whistling at the two of us. i look back to the raven haired boy only to see jughead, i leaned forward and kissed him again pulling back to see reggie

“reggie?” i mutter the music drowning out my voice “what’s wrong baby?” he rasps moving close to me, i close my eyes trying to shake jughead out of my head, did i really want jughead that bad that i imagined him?

he nibbles at my neck and i look forward, lucid. kevin seemed to be seeing a little more straight, stumbling over to the pair of us “easy on mantle” he pulls me from the jocks grasp walking me over toward our booth, his hand on the small of my back

i spot a bartender and ask for another round of tequila before the whole group flopped down the lady returning with a tray filled with 5 shots

the others seemed to pale as they saw the liquid sitting before them, one glance to reggie as he grinned away at you didn’t make you think twice before polishing off all 5 shots

the club owner walks over muttering a few words to veronica and the rest of us but my head was spinning like no ones business. next thing i know reggies picking me up and carrying me toward our ride home

we reach my house and i giggle snuggling myself into kevin, he huffs helping me out the car watching as veronica walks me toward my front door, feeling like bambi on ice

the door swings opening revealing a very worried archie “archiekins!!” i giggle throwing myself into his arms “thanks ronnie” she nods walking back to the car as archie struggles to hold me upright as he shuts the front door and sneaks me upstairs without my dad hearing us, harder than it sounds trust me.

“stay here ill duck down and get you some water” i nod leaning against the door frame almost collapsing when i look in to see my raven haired friend laying down the pull out mattress in my brothers room.

he shifted on the bed seeming to have be almost asleep, i tip toe inside not thinking twice before i dropped to my knees crawling onto the boys lap, kissing him awake.

i know he’s awake when he kisses back his hips shifting under mine “hey baby” i coo giggling to myself, he places his hands on either side of my hips as i teasingly grind on him

he jolts up almost throwing me off his lap “juggie!” i yell playfully my arms secured around his neck he licks his lips “where have you been?” he questions.

“out with ronnie” i giggling running my hands through his hair, “you’re beautiful” i whisper looking down to his lips

“(y/n)!” my brother rushes forward pulling me off the raven haired boys lap “im so sorry she’s drunk” he rushes holding me up right “you don’t say?” he chuckles “it’s fine arch” he reassures.

“im going to go to bed” i state slyly “juggie wanna come with meee” i tease biting my bottom lip “(y/n)!” he warns

i turn and pout stumbling out of archies room and into mine changing into one of archies shirt and the shortest shorts i own before wondering back into the bathroom wipes in hand

i open the bathroom door running into a body, a laugh sneaks out of my lips as i almost fall, it was jughead once again.

“what are you doing?” he chuckles your eyes glued to his plump lips, i hold up my wipes and he chuckles, placing his large hands under my thighs lifting me up and placing me on the counter.

“you can barley stand, let me do it” i smile stupidly allowing the boy to remove all my makeup before i find myself drifting off, my head leaning against the mirror behind me.

“c'mere” he whispers in my ear as he takes me in his arms walking me into my room and placing me gently onto the bed, “thanks baby” i mumble clinging to the poor boy

“goodnight” he laughs placing a soft kiss on the forehead before exiting my room, sleep engulfing me as soon as i shut my eyes.

the sun streams through my window and i feel like my eyes have been set on fire, i groan attempting to sit up only for my head to throb like nobodies business.

i swing my legs out of my bed, my feet tingling in the soft carpet. i push myself up only for my legs to seem to fall from beneath me, i cuss as my body hits the ground my head spinning.

my bedroom door swings open revealing my brother and jughead, they share a glance sighing as they take in my state. “jughead?” i say slightly surprised that the raven haired boy was in my house at 7am.

“thats what i wanted to tell you last night, he’s staying with us for a bit” puzzled i place a hand on my head feeling it throb, “what happened last night?”

“you reeked of tequila” jughead jokes and at the mention i feel a wave of nausea wash over me, i jump up sprinting past the two as i throw myself at the toilet bowl beginning to throw up my whole stomach contents.

i  lean back against the wall taking a sigh of relief before my head starts to throb again, i crawl over to the sink grabbing my toothbrush and ridding myself of my vomit breathe.

“here” i jump at the sound that sounded 10 times louder then it was, i smile through the mirror at the brunette boy behind me. i turn and take the glass from his hands “thank you” i whisper taking large gulps.

he laughs at me which makes me want to cry “jug” i complain playfully shoving his chest, which only caused he to chuckle more. “god i do not remember a damn thing” i let out a tired sigh.

“wait you don’t?” he ask, puzzled. “nope- well i mean i remember taking 1-2-3- actually i stopped counting after 8 tequila slammers” i grimace 

“and you don’t remember coming home?” he questions as we walk back toward my bedroom “you were here last night?!” i panic trying to rack my brain if i did anything remotely stupid in front of the cute rave haired boy. 

“so you don’t-” he starts before my brother walks toward the pair of us a smug smile on his face “remember crawling on top of jug and making out with him? yano grinding? tongue down his throat?”

he chuckles and i play feeling extremely embarrassed too scared to look at jugheads expression i shove the two out of my room shutting the door behind them.

“fuck” i cuss a knock soflty placed on my door “go away archie!”

“not archie” my eyes almost pop out of my head as i open the door to come face to face with my father, i scowl on his face.

i look further down the hall to see that the boys had made themselves scarce, “(y/n)” he addresses me “fred” i counter back

“mind telling me why you were out till 3am drinking, on a school night?” my mouth hangs open “jeez arch thanks” i yell down the short corridor.

“young lady i am talking to you” i huff shrinking back, “i was out with v”

“drinking” he argues “you can’t go to school with a hang over (y/n), stay home, hydrate” he states dryly. i throw my arms around the tall man “thanks freddy”

“don’t push it” i nod rushing back to my bed snuggling under the covers letting myself fall back to sleep.

turns out sleep wasn’t the way to go to cure a hangover so i went to the second best thing, pop’s. i rushed around to change and set out on the short walk to the diner my stomach rumbling as the smell of fries and bacon filled the air the closer i got to the doors.

i give pop a small smile ordering before wondering over to one of the booths, sinking into the blush chair closing my eyes ever so slightly, equation becoming clear.

pop returns with my cheeseburger plopping the plate infront of me aswell as a milkshake glass “you’re a legend” i whisper inhaling the sweet smell of greasy meat lathered in cheese.

“wheres hermione?” i question picking at my bowl of fries “she didnt tell you?” he questions only for me to shake my head in response. the door chimes as jughead moves swiftly through the door and toward me.

“she’s working with your dad, she quit yesterday” my stomach flips nausea coming back to me, jughead seemed to notice my mood change saying a quick hi to pop as he slides in next to me, a comforting arm slipped around m waist.

“thanks pop” i smile sadly tuning out as jughead places an order before the dark skinned man moved back toward the counter.

“hey whats wrong?” jughead whispers softly, his hands moving at my sides. I’m quick to wipe a fallen tear, “i don’t think my parents are ever going to get back together” i say through tears feeling glances of empathy from the jones boy.

“im so naive” i wipe my cheeks furiously feeling awfully pathetic. “you’re not naive- okay? or pathetic or stupid or whatever your minds telling you are” he says tentatively.

i sniffle leaning my head against the boys shoulder “I’m a hot mess juggie” i whisper “well your definitely one of those” i giggle to myself “a mess?” i question looking into his soft eyes.

“nope, hot, a beautiful, hot, smart, kind mess” i feel my heart swelling in my chest as i find myself blushing, burying my head in the boys chest. i breathe him in my hands clutching the materials of his shirt.

“thank you” i whisper pulling away to see his face, he smiles glancing around the near empty diner before pressing his lips against mine.

“you can’t seem to get enough? can you?” i tease my hands gliding down his neck in a playful manner, “hate to break it to you sweet heart but your the one who came onto me” he replies cockily.

“is that so? i guys ill remember that for next time” i tease, he seemed to grow tense at the mention of next time.

“next time?” his adams apple bops as he swallows, “well you know, next time i find myself on top of you-” i pur moving my hand up his jean clad thigh, working its way up to play with hi suspenders.

“when I’m grinding on top of you- you kissing my neck, me kissing yours” i tease watching his little friend get awfully excited. 

“(y/n)” he warns his eyes darting to the on lookers, only to find them keeping to themselves. he licks his lips crashing his lips back onto yours only to be short lived as he pulls back panting.

“you you-you can’t do this in public please” he whines.

“and what makes you think ill want-” he pause “you, again” he attempts to smirk his cheeks growing red.

“your trying to tell me that you and” i pause pointing down to the tent pitched i  his pants “him” i giggle “don’t have any attraction to me?”

he places both hands in his lap trying to conceal himself, “yep” he says smoothing oozing with confidence, “you’re on” i smirk.

“what wait?” he rushes watching as my brother walks through the diner door, walking toward the two of us, he turns to me begging to tell me what he’d just gotten himself into.

i turn away from him biting into my cheeseburger “i knew id find yous here” archie sigh aspirated slipping into the booth leaning forward and nipping one of my fries “hey!”

“so jug told you?” he breathes relief “my dad spoke to your dad and managed to talk him out of storming into the station guns blazing” he laughs awkwardly silence filling the air.

puzzled i turn to the raven haired boy “why was your dad at the station?” “wait he didn’t tell you?” my brother asked confused as jughead cuts him off “it doesn’t matter” he defends.

“jug” i state seriously “what happened today?” i pester worrying filling me like a balloon. he sighs resting his head in his hands “they took me in- they thought i torched jasons car-” my jaw drops

“and you didnt think to tell me?!” i scowl anger bubbling up “i didn’t think you needed to know everything” he retorts “what the hell is that supposed to mean?” i argue my brother watching the events unfold before him.

“am i not important enough to know that you were arrested in the middle of school?!” he shakes his head looking off into the distance. “screw you” i mumble climbing roughly over the boy exiting the diner in a blaze of fury.

i slam my bedroom door behind me feeling awfully stupid, why hadn’t anyone tried to contact you when he was taken in. you pace pulling your hair out of its ponytail you flop onto your bed.

“I’m sure he has a perfectly good reason why he did tell you (y/n/n)” i sigh propping my foot onto the blondes thigh as she paints my toe nails, i had invited her over to get the details about today considering my idiotic brother and he’s best friend seemed to have no intention of telling me.

“what if it was my brother? if he got arrested and he didn’t think to tell you?! you wouldn’t like it either!” i snap watching the blonde jolt slightly at the ice in my tone.

“god- b I’m sorry I’m just upset, thank you.. for coming over” she smiles happily placing my foot onto the ground, screwing the cap back on the polish before reaching for my hands.

“you’re my friend, id do anything for you” she declares before reaching forward and hugging me tight.

“has anything happened between you and jug? you seem close?” she quires, curiosity ringing clear in her words. i fumble for words but was instantly saved when the door swings open revealing jughead in the door way.

“jug” his name falls out of my mouth, silence fills the room none of us knowing what exactly to say.

“betty i didn’t know you were here- i uh hope i didn’t interrupt anything” he states nervously placing his hands in his pockets

“don’t be silly jug, i was just leaving” she says sweetly standing from her place on my bed placing to the both of us, neither of us wanting to make eye contact with each other.

“text me yeah?” betty offers and i nod standing and hugging the girl bye as she walks past jughead whisper something before she exits the room. i perch myself on the edge of my bed, hanging my head into my hands.

i feel the bed dip as a figure sits down next to me “I’m sorry” he whispers his hand gliding over my back in a soothing matter. you didn’t even notice you were crying until you felt the soft drops on my knees.

“hey please don’t cry” he whisper softly, i whimper burying my head into his chest, we sit for a while, together peacefully on my bed my cries getting softer and softer until they finally stopped.

i pull back giggling slightly “told you i was a mess” i sniffle as he wipes my cheeks dry, “i should’ve told you the second i walked into pops, you just- i don’t want you to think any less of me” he pauses sucking in a breathe.

“why would you care what i think? above everyone else?” i question earning a long sigh “because- you-  you’re above everyone else, i really care about you- (y/n) andrews” he whispers lowly.

happy tears brim my eyes, “jug” i chuckle moving my head into his neck placing several kisses. he moans slightly and i giggling curling my legs up into his lap as he told me all about school and sheriff kellers questioning.

“oh and my dad got his job back- with your dad- we’re going to dinner” he smiles happily “the last time i saw your dad i was a blabbing mess juggie” he grins at the memory placing a kiss to her temple “i know”

“you’ll be fine just get changed and we’ll meet with them yeah?” i nod pushing myself off the bed and away from the raven haired boy.

feeling a little more relieved about where you stood with the boy i started to feel little playful, remembering the small diner bet you remove your shirt without thinking twice.

“oh my god (y/n)” he breathes out he’s words fumble on my bed, i turn and batter my eyelids at the boy, he rushed forward covering my chest with his jacket “i thought you dint want me?” i tease.

he licks his lips “i don’t" he stammers nervously “what if your brother walked in?!” he exclaims. you move away from the boy removing your jeans causing the boy to dash out of your room leaving you in a blushing mess.

dinner was awkward, the five of us were crammed into one of the booths the table littered with burgers and fries. i was stuck between jughead & archie watching my father try and make polite conversation with the southside man.

“isn’t it unbelievable that she looks just like mary did in highschool?” FP comments a famous jones smirk on his lips. i swallow feeling uncomfortable at the name drop

my dad nods turning to me with a sad smile “yeah she does doesn’t she- she’s beautiful” my eyes well with tears as i watch him exhale in desperation.

“mary was a hot one in high school but not as hot as hermione right fred?” he nudges my dad the boys laughing “what’s that supposed to mean?” i interject my eyes wide with curiosity.

“your dad and her used to date in high school” he cackles grinning ear to ear “im mean your mother wasn’t the nicest person in high school, but from what i know i guess she’s still a bitch”

“don’t you dare talk about my mother like that” i snap anger coursing through my veins, as much as i say i despise my mother i will not let some middle aged man bag her out over burgers and milkshakes, no way in hell.

“(y/n) it’s okay” my dad try’s to reason laughing along with his friend “how is it okay, dad?” i argue feeling a hand intertwine with mine under the table.

“let’s not do this” he waves pop over for the bill, “yeah keep putting it off, just like you do with the divorce papers” i hiss.

“feisty little one you’ve got there andrews” the jones man teases “what can i say, i get it from my mother” i turn to jughead gesturing him to leave the booth.

he drops my hand and allows me to move away from the men, “ill see you back at the house” i mutter moving away, desperate glances from my brother and my raven haired best friend.

the loud hum of guitars in our garage stopped me from being able to study and i was getting extremely frustrated. pulling on a jumper i move down the stairs and outside the cold air nipping at my face.

i walk in and catch the boys in what seemed like a hushed conversation, “hey” i mumble shifting on my feet “cute socks” jughead teases noticing my somber expression.

i walk over and plant myself in between the two of them, “im sorry about my dad-” i shake my head sighing “jug please don’t apologise, it’s not your fault” i interject.

we hear voices approaching the garage and jughead rushes to his fathers jacket removing the flask and stashing it in the couch before rushing back to his original spot next to me

his father stumbles in drunk, no control over his body as he fall onto the couch “we should get going” jughead announces standing from his spot on the couch.

i stand quickly from my spot grabbing at his wrist stopping him from moving forward “wait- your not staying?” he shakes his head and i sigh “ill be okay” he reassures before moving past me and helping his father stand up right.

he glances back as we all share somber expression, FP jones was drowning and he was pulling jughead down with him.

“a baby shower?” i question my brows furrowing, “is that really a good idea?” i yawn. i didn’t get much sleep last night, i was up worrying about jughead staying with his father and not to mention the news of finding out that my dad’s rekindling with his first love

“yes, it’s a great idea!” she reassures betty & i grabbing at her hands “fine v, it sounds great” betty smiles as the raven haired girl squeaks in joy.

“well atleast i don’t have to go” jughead breathes out leaning back into the lockers, i turn toward him narrowing my eyes “you’re going” he pulls his eyebrows together “why-” i cut him off “jughead if i have to go this then so, do, you”

he raises his hands up in surrender “okay okay” i smile to myself laughing at the boy before popping a piece of watermelon into my mouth, the bell ringing

“you wanna help me plan (y/n/n)?”i nod my head continuing to nibble on my fruit, “yeah sure” she grabs onto my hand pulling me away from the group and out of the school.

i follow closely behind the raven haired girl as she pulls me into a booth ordering for the booth of us and pulling out a notebook and a few pens.

“okay so..” my eyes drift out the window watching the rain splatter onto the glass “what do you think” she concludes tugging at my arm.

“did you know?” i mutter, turning my gaze so it was on her “know what?” she knits her eyebrows together giving me a puzzled expression

“about my dad” she inhales sharply pausing as pop places our orders infront of us “yes” i roll my eyes laughing curtly to myself “(y/n)” she says softly trying to reach out for my hand.

“why didn’t you tell me v? this is-this is what friends are supposed to be for! to have your back and tell you what’s going on” i mutter frustrated feeling fears build up in my eyes

“im so sorry (y/n) i didn’t know it upset you so much” she whispers back moving her hands on top of mine “i didn’t know it would either” i sniffle hot tears rolling down my cheeks.

“my dad kept putting off the divorce and i thought- that maybe that things weren’t as bad, that maybe-“ “they’d get back together”

“i feel so naive and stupid v” i confess tears dripping onto my shirt, she sighs in disbelief “you’re not stupid or naive, you’re hopeful and it’s not always a bad thing”

i wipe my eyes, “i better go v” i announce, she wines extending her arms “we’ve barley even started planning!!” she urges tugging at my wrist

“i need to drop in and see my dad- my brother and the others are filling in for dad’s crew-” she nods understandingly “fine ill call b- go”

i smile at her before swiftly exiting the booth and making my way over to my dad’s office, i could see the boys off in the distance helping with the demo, hard hats and all.

“hello darling” i turn my head to see hermione exiting he office clipboard in hand, “i was looking for my dad?” she points over to my father supervising the boys “thank you” i smile at her before quickly headed in my fathers direction.

“hey bud” my father greets me wiping sweat from his forehead, i smile brightly at the man glancing around the worksite “how’s it going” he nods looking at the boys work.

“they’ve been a big help-” he pauses as my brother walks over wheelbarrow filled with rubble “you work that wheelbarrow archikins” i tease

“i need you both home tonight-” he narrows his eyes at the both of us “i was going to get some study done with betty-” he shakes his head “this can’t wait” i nod laughing slightly “fine”

my brother lingers back with my dad as i walk away in the direction of the raven haired boy hauling concrete, “oo, something about tank tops and hard hats that make me drool” i giggle gaining the boys attention.

“what are you doing here?” he sounds hoarse “just wanted to see you” i admit fiddling with my hair “oh yeah?” he smirks, his muscles flexing

“what can i say i have a thing for working class men” i wink touching his chest playfully “everything okay?- with your dad?” i nod “yeah, apparently he has important news or something- i have to cancel study with b” i huff turning on my spot to see my brother and my dad in what seemed like a hushed conversation.

“im sure it’s nothing” he assures me stepping forward, i let out a sigh glancing down to his lips, he catches on shuffling toward me “you okay?” he whispers lowly.

i nod dragging my hands through my hair “of course-i’ll let you get back to it”

”(y/n) you can talk to me you know? about anything" he edges closer to me, sympathy in his eyes “i know, i spoke to v. im okay juggie seriously”.

“veronica? really?” he responds a slight sting to his words “since when were you bestie with her?” i flinch at the unexpected tone “we aren’t! jeez jug she can just relate to me a-”

he cuts me off with a scoff “what im not relatable enough?!” he steps back putting more distance between us as he stacks the concrete into the wheelbarrow beside him

“seriously jones?! your jealous because i told ronnie about my feelings toward my parents divorce?!” i hiss “ronnie?” he pauses laughing slightly to himself

“forget it” i mutter moving away from the boy running into moose as i head toward my brother “hey (y/n)” i sign “hey moose” i reply tiredly

“could you hold my phone for me i don’t want it to fall from my pocket i nod placing it in my bag before walking over to my father.

“everything okay?” he asks and i nod plastering a smile on my face “what can i do to help” i ask placing my bag down next to me “okay well how about you start with this”

“it’s getting pretty dark dad i think it’s time to knock off” i notify my dad, my feet starting to ache from standing so long. he nods calling the boys into the office.

the sun seems to set in record time as the industrial lights click on the boys staggering up the steps for refreshments, i head up the stairs when moose comes bounding down.

“do you still have my phone” i widen my eyes “crap i left it in my bag” he follows me back down the steps and over toward a pile of bricks where i’d left my bag

i swipe it up and turn to moose to see a few men smashing up my dad’s equipment “hey!” we both yell in sync walking closer to the men in anger.

next thing i knew the blurry black figure was rushing toward me throwing me against the trailer wall punching me in the face and kicking moose in the stomach.

i scream out as they throw me on the floor next to moose, falling limp as they beat me to a pulp, they scream when they hear the others rush from the office and toward us

i groggily open my eyes to see my dad and brother huddled over me “someone call sheriff keller” i hear them yell blood rushing from my lip.

i sit up feeling dizzy almost fall back but archie slips in behind me holding me upright “what happened?!” my dad begs desperation in his voice as he looks to the injured jock.

“we saw them trash the equipment and they chased us down and-” my dad nods looking toward me pulling me into a hug brushing down my hair “your going to be okay”

the boys lift me up and usher me toward hermione’s car as she drives me to the hospital so my father could stay back and give a statement to sheriff keller

betty & veronica had rushes to the hospital at the news just as they were patching me up, nothing too serious just a few bruised ribs and a split lip aswell as a few small cuts and bruises.

“what the hell happened?!” veronica exclaimed as the two rush into the small room i was told to sit in, just to make sure nothing else was wrong with me, brain wise.

“just some jerks trashing my dad’s equipment, moose and i saw and they made the jump on us- im fine, honestly they didn’t even admit me im practically brand new” i joke a smile on my sore face.

“god you gave us a heart attack!” betty yells her voice raised as she pulls me into a bone crashing hug “ribs ribs ribs” i exclaim wincing “brand new huh?” i roll my eyes “take me home yeah?”

with a nod and a few sign documents veronica’s mum dropped betty and i home just as my brother had arrived with my father and jughead.

betty keeps her arm looped in mine as we wave off the lodge girls walking toward my family. my dad rushes over hugging me tightly “ow ow” i wince my eyes pricking with tears.

“broke some ribs- apparently” i complain offering a weak smile, guilt covers his entire face “i need to call your mother and let her know- thank you betty” he smiles to my blonde best friend.

“anytime mr andrews- ill see you at the baby shower yeah?” i nod squeezing her hand “see you there” i follow everyone inside, vegas jumping up at our feet

“hey baby-hey vegas my wilttle baby” i coo in a baby voice letting her like my face, “i missed you girl, i missed you” i giggle as her fur tickles my face

“c'mon bed” i straight up glancing up at my brother “wow okay mum” i poke fun walking past him and up the stairs, i swing into the bathroom deciding that a warm shower could help me sleep.

my towels wrapped tightly around my wet body as i quickly brush my teeth before exiting the bathroom, almost loosing my towel as i run into a body.

“jug?” i sigh, tightening my towel. he licks his lips looking at my own, his eyes dropping down to my chest and then my legs “you okay?” i ask the raven headed boy as he checks me out

i was too busy staring at him that i didn’t even notice his hands around my waist, he tugs me toward him and i suck in a breathe glancing down to his lips “archie’s-” “asleep” he finishes.

i bite my lip ducking past him and rushing to my room putting on a decent amount of clothes before re opening my door “juggie” i call softly down the hall watching as jughead exists the bathroom.

once he’s close enough i grab at his shirt pulling him into my room in one swift movement “woah” he chuckles grabbing onto my waist for support.

“stay with me?” i whisper lowly, wetting my lips with my tongue “please” i beg fiddling with his shirt.

“okay” he whispers back allowing me to slip into my bed, he kneels down joining our hands together as i close my eyes attempting some sort of sleep.

“thank you” i mumble taking a deep breathe as im pulled into a deep slumber, jughead by my side protecting me as i slept, fighting off my bad dreams as they came.

“order up!” i rush toward the kitchen grabbing a tray fall of milkshakes and fries “your brothers booth” i nod balancing the tray in my arms as i walk over to my friends

it had been a few days since the snake incident and herimone quitting so i was required to be back at work, pop needed me and i wasn’t about to give up on him when he needed me.

“here you go-” i chirp suddenly registering the hostility in the air, the table falls quiet as i place down the various milkshakes and baskets of fries

the whole gang came down to see how i was doing before the girls & jughead continued on to polly’s baby shower. jughead was fairly irritated when he found out that i wasn’t attending and that he still needed to.

“how are you feeling?” betty asks concern filling her voice “im fine- what’s going on?” i question tucking my tray under my arm.

“im going to find out who did this” archie stammers loitering at the front of the booth “archie it happened so fast i wouldn’t even know what they look like” “it was the serpents!”

my blood runs cold, my memory going back to the night of the snake delivery “we don’t know that archie-” i warn him jughead banging his palms on the table “see archie even your sister agrees with me”

“what are you going to do archie? beat them up?” i press anger rushing through me “don’t be an idiot” i finish shaking my head.

“moose and i are going to the southside to find those serpents, it’s worth a shot if it helps me dad”

“kevin’s boyfriend-” “kev has a boyfriend?” i stammer confused before letting me brother continue “can get us in to some bar were the serpents hang out”

betty & veronica share worried glances before looking to me hoping i’d be able to defuse the situation “then what arch? moose points them out and you play hero and beat them up?” i argue

“look arch i love you but you couldn’t even take a hit from reggie let alone a grown man who happens to be an a gang- ive seen some of the things they do-” i pause

“they left a box with a freaking snake in the lobby! they could be dangerous and how do we know for a fact that it is them?! you could be wrong and you don’t want to be wrong about this stuff archie!”

he shakes his head at me clenching his fists in anger “archie you don’t want to make an enemy out of a serpent!” i try and reason with him getting awfully fed up

“no! we’ll call sherif keller and get these goons arrested- they can’t get away with what they’ve done (y/n) i thought you’d understand that!” he argues

“archie going into the bar is a bad idea” jughead stresses as my brother begins to pace “are you coming with me or not?” i place my hand on his chest “no he isn’t and neither are you- archie if i find out that you or jughead go to that bar i swear to god ill never speak to you again” i seethe

he looks past me and bores his eyes into jughead’s as the raven haired boy makes no attempt to move from his place in the booth.

the others all look up to the hot headed boy “thanks for having my back” he mutters to jughead before moving away from the table and to the door.

“archie” i call after him “archie wait!” i yell half jogging toward the door but it was too late he was long gone, i let out a sigh trudging back to the others as they exit the booth

“where are you guys going?” i question “we better leave to help my mum with the shower, he’ll be okay (y/n/n) he won’t do anything stupid” the raven haired girl assures me giving me a small warm hug

“you do know we’re talking about my brother here, right?” she smiles grabbing the blondes hand as the walk out of the diner.

jughead gives me a small smile before he weaves past me “wait jug” i grab ahold of his hand pulling him back to face me “please don’t go with him” i beg my voice seemed to crack

“i promise you i won’t” i nod tearing up “hey you’re going to be so jealous because i get to go to the event of the year! god i love baby showers, it’s actually on my bucket list” he smiles sarcastically.

“i can’t wait to hear all about it” i tease pushing him toward the door “go before they start to get sus” he nods tipping his non existent hat before following after the two girls.

leaving me to a extremely busy diner and a 9 hour shift

i linger a few minutes longer as i wait for my friends to re-enter the diner, they’d promised that they’d come by for dinner and tell me all about what happened after my shift, my shift ended an hour ago.

just as i’d given up hope and headed toward the exit betty & veronica enter a dull smile on both of their faces “hey” i chirp fiddling with my keys

“everything okay?” i stress the girls sharing quiet glances “oh yeah! you should probably go home though” i furrow my brows “he went didn’t he?”

i shake my head not needing their answers “im going to kill him” i mutter under my breathe walking past the girls “wait!” betty calls grabbing my arm as i start my walk home

“i do have good news” she scrambles a smile now on her face “what?” i chuckle “well first off i know your big secret & im going to be a god mother!” she squeals launching herself into me.

“betty that’s awesome!” i blurt my heart feeling a little lighter “can we rewind back a little, my secret?” she blush winking at me “i know about you and juggie”

“there is no me and juggie?” i state keeping my voice calm “i need to get home b ill see you tomorrow okay?” she smirks as i speed walk away from her,

“i ship it!” she yells out causing me to giggle, that girl.

i practically run home bouncing into the front door my mood sucked down the drain when i spot archie & my dad arguing in the kitchen

i step into the light, he catches my eye and opens his mouth to speak “so did you walts into the bar with your highly distinguishable letterman jacket? huh red just stroll in blend in with a fucking blue and yellow jacket?!” i hiss

“thats enough (y/n) he knows what he’s done wrong” i shake my head moving past the boys up the steps “i found one of the guys you know- your welcome” he yells up at me as i move from his site.

i storm past archie’s room and catch a glimpse of jughead slummed against the wall, head in his hands “jug?” my voice softens entering the room slowly as to not frighten him.

he’s head perks up and he takes one look at me before dropping his eyes again “hey what’s up?” i ask crouching down next to him “are you okay?”

“did they tell you” he grins sarcastically “god i was so stupid thinking i could fit in with you guys” he scoffs to himself grabbing at his mouth.

“hey thats not to me” i scoot closer to the boy tilting his head up to look at me, my voice soft and full of concern. his eyes brim with tears.

“it’s nothing” my brows crease a wave of uselessness coming over me, i grab both sides of his face only for him to turn away from me.

“jug, talk to me please” i beg trying to gain eye contact

“(y/n)” i hear my brother call from the hall, i ignore him a tear running down my face “what happened?” the boy stands moving toward my brothers office chair leaving me on the ground

my brother touches my arm and i flinch standing myself off “stay away” i mumble “i know it’s hard to know about jugs dad but im here to apologise to the both of you-” i perk up cutting him off

“what about your dad?” i ask jughead moving toward him “that he’s a serpent, you didn’t know?” my brother speaks glancing between me and jughead.

“nice one arch” jughead mumbles

i roll my eyes “atleast someone talks to me” i snap my brother glances confusingly “wait did i miss something between you two?” i laugh manically shaking my head “why don’t you ask jughead”

i walk away from the two boys and storm into my room, anger coursing through me. i pull up a blanket and curl myself against my window ledge staring out as the rain dribbles against the glass.

i watch the street lights flicker on as dusk sets in, my father and tried to call me down for dinner but i refused, ignoring every knock on the door.

“(y/n)” “go away archie” i mumble brushing the hair out of my face, “not archie”

i turn and watch the raven haired boy sit down next to me, silent for several minutes before he turns to face me

“im sorry i didn’t tell you” he confesses looking to me for some sort of sign that i’d forgiven him, “i didn’t want it to change the way you felt about me”

i sigh moving my head away from the window “it wouldn’t have jug, it hasn’t” i tell him shaking my head slightly “it’s the fact that you hid it and when i asked you- you-you just didn’t want to tell me” i argue frustration building.

“i want you to trust me-like you do with betty and with arc-” “archie stormed into the shower and told the girls- i don’t know what they’re thinking”

“i trust you- sometimes i feel like you’re the only person i can trust” i let out a laugh a tear falling from my eye, he scoots closer to me my legs draping over his lap

“was it serpents? that beat us up? that left the box in the diner?” i fiddling with my fingers scared to look him in the eyes.

“the box yes, it wasn’t my dad (y/n) i promise you- i had no idea. i don’t think it was the people who hurt you” he sucks in a breathe glancing up at my still bruised face.

“i wish i was me” he mumbles “you didn’t deserve it” i shake my head grabbing his hand “don’t do that to yourself- you don’t deserve it either” i assure him resting my head onto his shoulder

we sit for a minute in utter silence too wrapped up in eschtoher to say a word, “you threw me in a hot water with your brother yanno, i had to tell him” you giggle fiddling with his flanno.

“told him what?” “that i kissed you- more than once” i blush “how’d he take it?” jughead laughs raising his eyebrows “it’s your brother he has as much emotion as a box of crayons”

i laugh, closing my eyes briefly, reopening them to find jughead closer to my face. i steady my breathing placing my hand on his cheek.

“im sorry” we blurt at once, laughing at each other “im sorry, jughead” i smile softly at him “im sorry too, i should’ve told you sooner”

“you know how you can make it up to me?” i smile wickedly “mmhm” “you could kiss me” a cheeky smile grows on his face “you don’t have to tell me twice”

and with that he presses his lips against mine in one soft, breathtaking kiss. i pull away sucking in a large breathe as he leans his forehead against mine.

“forgiven?” he muses a blush evident on both of our faces “mmm nope one more” i pull on his shirt joining our lips one more time.

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Dropping by pt 4

Helping hunters with research and patching them up brings them to your house at all hours of the day & night. But what happens when your close friends , the Winchesters, are the ones showing up? What happens when a certain Winchester crawls into bed with you ?
 Warnings : swearing, flirting, slight smut.

Pairings :  Dean x reader

   You wake up to the sound of your shower the next morning. You know it’s Dean in there, mainly because Sam uses the guest one. Letting out a yawn you roll yourself around your bed, trying to wake yourself up . You end up laying where Dean had slept, his scent still lingering. A plan shoots in your head, ,making you fly out of bed. He did say he’d get me in the shower one day , time to play. You are dead set on sticking to this game until either A.) Dean doesnt want to play anymore. Or B) You figure out if this really is just a game for him. No feelings behind it.

   You slowly walk into your bathroom, stripping off your tee & underwear . You pull the shower curtain back ,and step into the shower. Deans eyes lock on yours, but neither of you break the silence. You step as close as you can to him, bringing you flush against him. You keep eye contact with him while he shoots you a “ What the hell are you up to ?” look. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth , as you reach behind him to grab the shampoo off the shelf. “ Hope you don’t mind Dean, just figured i’d save some water.” You toss his own words at him effortlessly. He doesnt reply, just watches as you wash your hair. He stays quiet through everything, until you start with the body wash . You squeeze a giant glob in your hand, and start lathering your body . You start at your neck, sliding your hands over your breasts. You see Deans lips part, and you know your getting to him. Go hard or go home , right?   You start massaging your breasts with the body wash , until your hands glide down to the curve of your hips . You turn yourself so your back is to Dean, and start lathering your butt. You start at the bottom of your butt cheeks, lifting them so they bounce, then move to cover the rest. You hear groans escape Deans mouth ,that’s when you know you’ve got him. You turn back around, showing an innocent smile , while you wash the suds off your body . Deans cock looks painfully hard, & its driving you insane not touching him in some way or having him touch you. “ What’s wrong Dean? You haven’t said a word to me” You pout , he looks in your eyes before he speaks. “ I meant what I said last night, i’m sorry . But im not losing this game.”.” I hate you . You step closer to him again, placing your hands on his waist. “ Are you sure about that?” You ask , you move your hand down to his erection, swiping your finger over the slit. He lets out a whimper, as you start moving your hand at a steady pace along his cock.“ You could fuck me right now Dean, hold me against the wall and pound into me. You could feel my breasts bounce against you , and my pussy tightening around your dick . Like it did last night. Didn’t you like how I felt for those couple seconds last night D?” You whisper In his ear before you lick a line down his neck. By now you have him pushed against the wall in your shower, his head leaning back against it. “ Well Dean, didnt you?” You ask “ Of course I did Y/n, you felt so good wrapped around me like that .” You feel his dick start to twitch , so you let it go. You hear him let out a frustrated sigh , earning a giggle from you . “ You’re not winning this Dean.”  As you’re about to step out of the shower, Dean pulls you back in. Your back slaps against his chest, making you release a squeak. Dean chuckles, and places his head on your shoulder. “ Looks like you weren’t fast enough sweetheart” He holds you against him with one hand on your waist, while the other goes to your chest. He rolls your right nipple between his fingers. He switches off , toying with your left nipple next. Your head is resting back against his shoulders as you bite down on your lip. He moves both hands to your waist now , and whirls you around to face him. His green eyes are blown black with lust, and cheeks flushed. You’re pretty positive you  look the exact same. You can feel your wetness between your legs, but try to ignore it. Dean holds his gaze on you as he backs you up against the shower wall .When your back hits the wall, he cages you in with his arms. He moves closer , and begins kissing from your earlobe, down your neck until he hits your chest. He swirls his tongue around your nipple , starting to suck on it while his hand kneads at your other breast. Loud whimpers are pouring out of your mouth as he switches back and forth between your boobs.  I could probably just get off from him doing this. holy Hell.   Dean moves along from your chest, kissing down your stomach until he reaches the apex of your thighs. He’s down on his knees infront of you ,and you are praying he stops there.  If his mouth goes any further, I’m done for  . This is so not fair.   Dean grabs behind your knee, lifting your leg to place it over his shoulder.  Well, that’s it.  You put both hands in his hair , but you cant decide if your going to pull him closer, or push him away .  Before you decide, his tongue is on you. He lightly licks through your slit, pulling a loud gasp from you. He looks up  to send you a classic Dean smirk, then dives in. He harshly sucks at your clit, making you tug at his hair. You can feel him moan against you, and it only turns you on even more. His tongue is relentless against your pussy , as he licks and sucks at it . Alternating between the two , then adding his fingers. He thrusts two of his fingers into you at almost a violent pace, your body reacts by arching away from the wall , pushing his face deeper into you. “ Dean , don’t stop ” You whimper out, he complies, he brings you to the edge of an orgasm. Then abruptly pulls away . You slump against the wall, out of breath . Dean stands back up , turning the cold shower off. You stay quiet as you catch your breath, but he’s still watching you.   What a bastard. I hate this fucking game.  You send him a smug smile, and get out of the shower. You both wrap towels around your bodies , but before he walks out of the bathroom, you grab his hand. I wonder how he’ll react to more intimate things .   You pull him towards you , into a passionate ,slow kiss.  You feel the butterflies in your stomach start to flutter like crazy . He doesn’t resist, just melts his lips against yours as they slowly move together. You have one hand laced in his hair, and the other resting on his chest. He pulls your closer to him to deepen the kiss. You lick at his bottom lip, asking for entrance, and he grants it . The kiss is slow, deep and passionate ; how you imagine people in love kiss . When the kiss ends, you pull away ,but not far . You keep your lips close to his, and nudge your nose against his . He smiles, letting out a light chuckle.  “ What was that for Princess?” he asks, his lips barely graze yours as he speaks. “ Just because. "  He smiles even brighter.   Well, that went better than expected.  You never thought Dean would be okay with such an intimate kiss. It wasn’t hot & fast like the other times you’ve kisses recently. This was different, you kissed him as if all your feelings for him were being revealed within the actual kiss. He didn’t pull away like you thought he’d do, he put back just as much effort. Which makes you think maybe this is more than a game to him. You decide to keep doing things like that, things that could be considered more intimate than sex.  Hopefully this works.

   A  couple days pass,   & the game continues between the two of you. After the kiss in your bathroom, you gave in & told Sam whats been happening. He responded with a grin & , ” I told you so" . But you explained your new plan, about doing all the intimate gestures to see how Dean responds. Sam just stuck by his idea that Dean does have feelings for you , just that you are both idiots. You haven’t tried anything intimate with Dean yet, but that’s changing today .

   You wake up to Deans arm draped over your waist, just like every morning the past week. Usually you either start your game & tease him , or just get out of bed . Today , you’re switching it up a bit. You turn yourself over, so you’re facing him , & plant a kiss on his nose. Dean scrunches his face, but begins to wake up. You continue planting kisses on various spots on his face, until you reach his lips. When you make it to his plush, pink lips you leave a lingering kiss. He grunts, but as you pull away , his lips chase after yours. You feel yourself blushing at his action . You kiss him again, slow & passionate like the one in your bathroom. His lips are molded to yours, slowly moving in sync. You part from his lips to catch your breath , Dean has a smile on his face . You can’t help but smile back , “ Goodmorning D .” You whisper. You lean up , giving his lips a quick peck  . You adjust yourself so you’re nuzzling into his chest . He just pulls your body into his, leaving a gentle kiss on your head. 

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     “ Mmm I could get use to this. ” he grumbled quietly. But you still catch It.  A smile blooms across your face at the thought of waking up to Dean like this everyday . A knock on your door rips you out of your day dream .  “ Come in , ” you mumble, neither of you move away from the position you’re in. Sam walks in, taking In the sight before him. He chuckles, before speaking. “ As much as I hate to break this up , I think we need to go back to the bunker today Dean.” Your eyes shoot open, you lean up to look at Dean .He’s glaring at Sam, with an agitated look on his face. “ And why do you think that Sammy?"  he asks, his voice was laced with annoyance & sleepiness. You feel your heart drop at the thought of them leaving you again .


  "  We’ve been here a week , don’t you think Y/n is getting sick of us ? Plus I found us a hunt closer to home. ”For Christ sakes Sam, you just had to look for a hunt.  “ I’m not sick of either of you” You squeak out. Both brothers laugh , but you feel Dean take in a deep breath .  You hold your breath, waiting for his answer even though you already know it. “ Alright Sammy, lets pack and get on the road. "  You shut your eyes tight, hoping Deans going to say he’s kidding. But he doesn’t.  You push yourself away from Dean , and get out of bed. You send Sam a sad smile as you pass him and step towards your bathroom.  You shut the door behind you, locking it, and slide down until your sitting against It.   You didn’t consider what would happen when they left. You weren’t completely clueless though, you knew they were going to leave eventually. You just wanted it to be after you figured Dean out.  It takes you a couple minutes to collect yourself, but you finally make your way back out to your room.  When you do ,Dean is sitting on the edge of your bed, dressed already , with his head in his hands.  You move yourself in front of him , and clear your throat. ” I think Sammy’s waiting for you D. “  The faster he leaves, maybe the less painful itll be for me.  He looks up, showing you the look of confliction on his faces. He pulls your body to him, laying his faces against your stomach . You run your fingers through his hair &play with it.   You can feel your eyes start to tear up .

 How did we go from playing around to this? 

  You never like being apart from the boys in the first place, but now it was for an entirely different reason. Dean pulls his head back to look at you .  ” You gotta go D, there’s a hunt, that means there is people that need saving. That’s where you & moose come in.“ You try to lighten the mood, and succeed. Dean smiles and laughs. He stands up, hands still on your waist . You feel his hands leave your waist, and you take it as your cue to move, but you’re wrong. Dean moves his hands to cup your face, bringing it to his for an earth shattering kiss. His warm lips are melting to yours as they dance together in the most perfect way . Your hands are fisted in the sides of his shirt, trying to bring him as close to you as possible. The kiss never turns fast, it stays slow and gentle. You feel yourself pouring your emotions into it again, but this time you feel like Deans copying the action .  You both pull away , chests heaving for air. He slowly tucks back a piece of your hair that managed to fall in your face .

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” Dean are you ready ?“ You hear Sam call from the hall, Dean slowly moves away from you . He doesn’t make eye contact, just grabs his bag and walks out.  You follow him to the front room where Sam is waiting. Sam pulls you into a suffocating hug, leaving a kiss on your head as you struggle against him.” Jesus Christ Sammy, are you trying to kill me!?“ You exclaim as he lets you go. He lets out a snort, & ruffles your hair.” We’ll keep in touch y/n .Stay out of trouble.“ He points his finger at you . You roll your eyes ,” Okay Dad, “ As he walks away you can see his shoulders shaking from laughter.  You turn to face Dean next. You can see a shift in his body , he wasn’t relaxed how he was just a few minutes ago. His shoulders are tense again, and his lips are in a tight line.  Back in hunter mode, of course.  ” Bye Deano . “ You say shyly . You fidget with your hands, not knowing what to do . Dean moves forward, gives you a quick hug,then leaves. A permanent frown forms on your face.” See ya around Kiddo" He says over his shoulder. You flinch at the nickname. His voice was stoic, there was humor, no emotion. That’s when you knew, it  was just a game fore him after all. Silly me. You watch as the Impala disappears down your street, silent tears rolling down your cheeks.

     About a week has gone since the boys left, no word from either of them . You’re life went back to normal , dealing with other hunters, researching and patching up . Dean was on your mind more than you like to admit, but you can’t help it.

        It was a quiet day , you spent most of last night helping a hunter look for ways to take a clan of demons. You’re tired, but don’t want to sleep . You decide to make a trip into town for a booze run .It only took about 20minutes until you are already almost back home, when you turn onto your street , you see 3 men, walking around the perimeter of your house.That’s weird, I didn’t get a call that anyone was coming.  You pull up to your house, but not in the driveway  . You have a sinking feeling in your stomach that the men waiting for you aren’t hunters. The one standing in front of your garage connects his gaze with yours, his eyes flash black. You step on the gas pedal, high tailing it out of there.    What the hell is happening, how did they find me ?  You had your house warded, Castiel wouldn’t of even been able to find it if he didn’t already know where you live. So how did they ? You start to panic ,trying to decide to who call. The first person in your mind is Dean, but your pride wont let you. Not after the way his demeanor seemed to change when they left , you don’t want to be anywhere near him.   You come up with the perfect person to call  . You call Garth first, so he can let the other hunters know you aren’t able to help them for the time being. Then you make the important call.The phone rings 4 times before they pick up ,“ y/n? it’s been a while ! “ Hearing the sweet voice calms your nerves. ” Hey Jody , I’ve got a situation ..“

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anonymous asked:

Killugon 17 for thé writing prompt?

(Send me a pairing and a number and I’ll write you a drabble)

THIS IS SO RIDICULOUSLY LATE, I AM SO SORRY!!!!!! But here it is, I hope it will be worth the wait??? It’s an Assassin AU! <3 ENJOY PLS I LOVE YOU lol 

Gon loved the rain. Whether it was a sprinkle or shower, he loved it. When he was home, his aunt Mito would make him different kinds of soup, some home made desserts, drinks like hot cocoa and have them warm and ready for him. Because sometimes he couldn’t resist running into it, feeling the droplets splash his forehead and creep into the valleys of his face, over his cheeks and down to his chin, or on his forehead trickling over his scalp. It was better if there was thunder, so loud he could feel it in his chest.

“Gon, come inside!,” aunt Mito used to yell from their porch. She hadn’t done that in a few years though, because she knew calling Gon in from the storm was an effort in vain.

He would stay in the harsh winds and downpour for hours. Those were his favorite days, normal days. But, Gon hadn’t had one of this in a while. Not since…

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kotyonoksnz  asked:

oh mY GOSH how dare you offer this! I can't resist! (I'm not a strong person) def my fav, “Never mind, I know that look. They’re/you’re not done yet.” with Viktuuri? c: I don't mind who the victim is.. just.. let the power of snz take you where it may ~

[!!! featuring: sniffly yuuri, very observant viktor, and me not knowing when to stop typing]

[also lyubimaya and dushen’ka both mean darling in russian!!]

Viktor starts to suspect in the morning, worries throughout practice, and has a solidified ball of nerves in his chest by the afternoon. There’s nothing definitively wrong with Yuuri, no specific action to point to besides a collection of mumbles and tired smiles over coffee (which is eighty percent of their mornings anyway, so really, Viktor doesn’t know why he’s so worked up). The cold Russian air makes both of them congested, even on good days; Yuuri is always warm and sleepy in the mornings, draping himself on top of Viktor until he gains enough energy to change into workout clothes; practice is often quiet with the exceptions of Viktor’s soft commentary and the ever-constant slicing of ice.

None of this helps to uncurl the anxiety resting against his lungs, especially not when Yuuri skates over to the boards, breathless and cheeks flushed. This is a normal reaction to exercise, Viktor reminds himself, but just enough of their day has been slightly off and it’s slightly too early for Yuuri to be this flushed and slightly too late for him to still be congested from outside.

“Drink some water.” Viktor says instead of Do you want to go home? Hands him his water bottle instead of pressing a hand to his forehead (not that it would be accurate at the moment, Viktor reminds himself).

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anonymous asked:

Could I have a scenario, where jaebum calls you clingy (with happy ending)

JB loved his girlfriend he really did, but there were times he couldn’t stand how affectionate she was. How she was all under him. This was one of those times. He just wanted to watch his show in peace, and here she was in his ear talking about what they could do tomorrow. To be honest, all he wanted to do tomorrow was zen out, why did she always need to go somewhere?

“So, what do you think?” She was currently, trying to lift his arm and get under him.

Gently, JB put his arm down and pushed her over to her side of the couch. “I’m going to be honest. I didn’t hear anything you said. I’m tired. I just want to sit here and watch TV.”

She pouted. Full lips poking out. “You always to watch TV. Cuddle with me.” She poked him with her toe.

“Damn >>>, I’m serious. Stop.” His voice was harsh, he rolled his eyes, lips in a straight line. “You’re being childish and clingy. It’s not cute.”

He moved farther down the couch, silent now, his eyes on the TV. She sat there, partially stunned that he even said that. Something in her wanted to yell at him, toss a pillow at his head. She got up slowly, walking over to the door, she gathered her purse and put on her shoes.

“Where are you going?” She could have sworn his voice sounded disinterested.

“Home. I don’t want to be all over you, since you’re so busy.” Hand on the door she watched him pinch the area between his eyes.

JB sighed, leaning his head back on the couch. “Fine leave. If you’re going to be so sensitive about me telling you something, I don’t want you to ruin my relaxed mood.”

She balked. “You need to learn how to talk to people Im Jae Bum, because right now you’re being fucking rude.”

She walked out the door, closing it hard behind her.

“I’m rude? You’re the one slamming doors.” JB said to himself.

The next day JB was at practice, he hadn’t received a text from her all day. He called twice and no answer. He knew she was probably still mad from yesterday, but not taking his calls and acting out like this wasn’t the way to get him to rush to her side. He went home that night and called her. Finally, she picked up.

“Why haven’t you answered my calls all day?” He was annoyed now.

She took a minute to answer him. “I’ve been busy.”

“With?!” JB found himself getting angry, he knew what she was doing.

“My life. I have one outside of you.” She was being snarky, and he hated it.

“Yea right. Come over.” Truth be told he missed her under him all time. He was just busy with work and his back had been bothering him lately.

“No. I’m going out with friends tonight. You need time alone probably. Watch TV.” He could hear a glass clinking in the background.

“Going where? And with who?” Why was she like this? Why did he allow it?

“My friends JB. I have some. I’m going to a club.” The hairs on his neck rose on end.

“No. No, you aren’t. You’re coming over and you’re going to rub my back. Then I might let you taste me, if you’re a good girl.” He deepened his voice, hoping to sound sultry enough to entice her.

She sighed into the phone. “I’m busy, I’m trying to get ready. Besides, I’m clingy right? God forbid, I try to be a good girlfriend. Attentive, caring and loving and my boyfriend yells at me for it.”

“I didn’t yell at you! I’m yelling now though!” JB clenched his teeth.

“You sound like you need a break from me.”

JB groaned. “Baby please, you’re being stubborn. Just come over and I won’t punish you.”

She chuckled. “I’m being stubborn? You don’t even realize what you said could have been a little hurtful?”

“You are clingy sometimes, how is that hurtful? You want me to lie to you? Fine. Your ass isn’t fat in that purple dress you love so much.” He heard her take a deep breath.

“I’m going out tonight. I’m going to let you have fun alone, maybe I’ll call you tomorrow and see if you know how to apologize.”

JB scoffed. “You’re joking right?”

“I’m not. Have a good night JB, I’m busy bye.” She hung up without waiting for him, to say goodbye.

If he threw his phone, he’d knew he’d break it. Instead JB calmly grabbed a jacket, put on his shoes and took a car to her apartment. If they lived together she couldn’t just run off and escape situations like these, and he was beginning to see the merit in such an action. When he got to he building, JB entered the code, took the elevator to her floor. He could hear music and talking from outside her door.

One thing he didn’t have was a key. He knocked once. No answer. The second time the music turned down, so he knocked again to make sure they heard.

One of her friends opened the door. “Where’s >>>?”

The purple haired woman, raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh you do have an attitude.”

She was going to pay for telling their business. “Please, tell me if she’s here.”

He peeked around the woman, seeing her on the couch. He pointed at her. “Come outside please.”

“I’m about to go out.” She called to him. “Go home.”

So now she was giving orders? JB gently pushed past the woman at the door, quickly taking his shoes off he made his way towards her.

She looked gorgeous. Her hair done up in a puff on her head, her curls gorgeous. Her makeup was done neatly, not overdone like one of her friends. That purple dress tight on her body, long, slender legs from the mid-thigh dress. She was showing too much skin to be going out without him.

She watched him stop in front of her, his hand out beckoning for hers. “I want to talk to you in private.”

“I don’t feel like it.” She was giving him the face that said: you’re embarrassing me.

He didn’t care.

“Please, I’d like to speak with you alone.” He really wasn’t going to ask her again, he had no problem with throwing her over his shoulder. Her friends be damned.

“Fine. Give me a second guys.” She stood up, pulling down her dress.

Her friend with the unflattering hot pink heels laughed. “No, no meet us there, just in case this drags on longer than expected.”

The girls left, closing the door behind them. JB went over to lock the door, turning back towards her.

“You realize I’m annoyed.” He turned his dark gaze on her.

“You realize, I don’t care.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“You are clingy >>>.” He said taking his time, his jacket coming off.

“I don’t want to argue with you JB.” She took a step backwards.

“I’m not going to argue with you, I’m going to stuff your mouth and you’ll learn to behave.” He smiled at her, coming toe to toe with her.

Her hand on his chest she held him back. “No. You don’t realize what you said?” Her eyes narrowed in her irritation.

She licked her lips continuing. “You really hurt my feelings. I’m a loving person, yes I know that. I can see how sometimes you don’t want me so hands on with you, but I love you. If I didn’t love you I wouldn’t do that. I care about you, I want to be around you and with you. You are my life. It hurts my feelings when you say: I’m bothering you, or that I’m being clingy.”

He heard the hurt in her voice. He saw the way her eyes fell and JB realized it wasn’t just sex that was going to cure this. She was sensitive he knew that. He knew he had to analyze what he said to her, because his tone could be taken out of context. Her hand was still on his chest, and he took her fingers bringing them to his mouth. He kissed her hand, and held it to his heart.

“I’m sorry. Sometimes, I get overwhelmed with things, or irritated and I shouldn’t take it out on you. Especially, when you bend over backwards to make me happy.” His opposite hand cupped her chin. “I should watch what I say or articulate it better. I know this. Forgive me?”

She wasn’t looking at him, and instead bit her painted bottom lip. “I suppose.”

“You suppose?” JB pulled her close to his body, his hands trailing down her long waist. “You love me too much to stay mad at me.”

“You’re so cocky.” She murmured, her mouth on his neck, she kissed the skin there.

“You love me for it.” His hand reaching down to squeeze her bottom. “Now how about that massage? My back is killing me.”

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The Magnus Babe

For you desperate malec fans, this got out of hand and i apologize.  Away i go in my hidey hole! Enjoy!


“Alright, what are we dealing with?”

Alec’s voice boomed over the meeting room as he looks over files on his touch screen.

Jace looked up from the tablet containing the layout of Pandemonium.  “Looks like we are going to Magnus Bane’s club for the trade,” he says as he looks back down flipping through pictures.  He clicked a button and it sent a picture of Magnus up to the big screen for everyone to see.

“More like Magnus Babe,” Izzy mutters as she stares at the beautiful man sitting amongst men and women enjoying drinks and music.

Still not looking up from the files, Alec shakes his head slightly and says with a stern voice, “Focus Izzy.  We aren’t going for fun.”  He puts down the tablet to look at Izzy to make sure his point is coming across. “This is business,” he says as he turns to the big screen to see what they are dealing with, “not…” he breaks off looking at the picture.  His eyes widen slightly, his mouth agape, trying to understand how someone could be so beautiful.  “…pleasure,” he finishes, still staring at the picture.

Izzy is unable to suppress the laugh escaping through her ruby red lips and turns it into a cough, trying to hide her grin.

Alec is stuck staring at the picture of Magnus and has managed to close his mouth at his sister’s laugh.  Jace doesn’t seem to notice and continues with the plan.

“So we will trade the necklace for information from Magnus, but make sure to get information from him first before giving to necklace.  He could just take it and leave and we can’t have that.  We need all the information on how to wake Jocelyn up,” he ends with a soft look at Clary sitting on the table.

Her eyes soften when they meet his and she sends him a grateful smile.

Alec shakes his head back into focus and clears his throat.  “Right-ahem, sounds good.  Let’s get going,” he says before briskly walking away to collect his weapons and rune his arrows.

Izzy’s eyes follow her brother before she decides to get up and follow him while Clary and Jace start talking to each other.

She sees Alec collect himself before he runes his arrows.  She joins him at the weapons table with a grin.  

“So all business and no pleasure big brother?” she asks as she takes a fascination to the weapons, picking each one up carefully before deciding on a small seraph blade and her whip.

He sends her a glare but doesn’t stop looking over his arrows.  “Yes, Izzy.  When has it ever been the other way?” he asks annoyingly.

“That’s my point Alec,” she says with a pointed look as she sets her hands on the table. “When was the last time you had fun?” He’s about to retort about how Shadowhunters aren’t allowed to have fun while working before she holds up her hand to cut him off.  “When was the last time you even smiled?  Alec you can’t keep bottling things up.  One day it’s going to become too much and you’re going to explode, and not in the fun kind of way.”

Alec knows his sister means well, but he doesn’t have the luxury of putting himself first.  As the eldest, it was his responsibility to look after his family.  

He lowers his head and shakes it before placing his arrows together in a pile before he runes his bow.  “I’m fine Izzy,” he tries to convince her.  “Just because you don’t see me smile doesn’t mean that I don’t ever smile.”

She crosses her arms and sticks her hip out, quirking her brow to give him a knowing look.  

Her eyes soften and so does her voice.  “I worry about you Alec.”

Alec stops what he is doing to look up at the sincerity in her eyes.  He sighs and shakes his head before moving around the table, taking her in his arms.  She wraps her arms around his waist tightly and lays her head on his chest.

“You don’t need to worry about me,” he says into her hair.  “I’m okay Iz.”  He leans back to look at her and gives her a soft smile.

Izzy sighs, giving in. “Fine,” she says as she releases him and starts to leave.  Before she disappears around the corner, she turns back to him.  “But I think you would be more than okay if you let loose and enjoyed yourself around a certain someone tonight,” she says suggestively before sending him a wink, laughing as blush traitorously crawls up his face.

He rolls his eyes and grabs his bow and arrows before following after her.

Pandemonium was popping with downworlders everywhere, giving them astounded looks at the presence of shadowhunters in a club.  Colorful lights danced across peoples gyrating, sweaty bodies.  Music loud enough to rattle your bones was met as soon as the doors were opened, and Alec didn’t like it.  He observed everyone dancing, laughing and drinking, and he just didn’t get it.  He had never been exposed to this kind of environment, so he didn’t know how he should act.  This led to him standing in the corner trying to decipher any kind of threat as his siblings and Clary went to find Magnus.

He scans the crowd and comes to a stop when he finds Magnus gliding through the crowd with ease. Necklaces adorned his neck and glimmered in the cascading lights, loosely hanging down to the top of his pants and swinging along with the sway of his hips.  His shirt was unbuttoned enough to expose a hard, smooth muscular chest that Alec wouldn’t mind getting to know better with his hands and tongue. His pants were tight, a line of dark glitter ran from his hip to his ankle, flickering in the lights and catching Alec’s eyes.

Magnus turned his attention to someone trying to speak to him, swiftly turning around and facing Alec, allowing him to see the glitter also on his eyes, slight facial hair, spiked hair and lips that Alec really wouldn’t have minded getting to know better.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts.  What was he doing?  He had to focus.  He begins to scan the crowd again looking for any threats.

Jace, Izzy and Clary soon join him at the top of the stairs where he is perched after they talk with Magnus.  They convince Alec that Magnus gave them all the information he could about the warlock who gave the potion to Jocelyn.

Alec nodded, “Okay, let’s go.”  He begins to turn before Izzy grabs his arm.  He turns to her, brows furrowed in confusion.

“We did all we can tonight, can’t we just for once stay and enjoy the party for a little big brother?” she asks, pouting her lips.

Alec looks at Jace and Clary who shrug their shoulders.  He sighs and looks back at Izzy.  “One hour,” he says sternly.  Isabelle squeals in glee and claps her hands before dragging her brother into the crowd.

“I’m gonna regret this,” Alec mutters with a sigh.  But he knows that if he can do anything to see that gleeful smile on his little sister’s face, then he would do it.

He doesn’t last long on the dance floor, to be honest he really doesn’t last at all.  He retreats immediately after one song.  There were too many people crowded together, it didn’t make for a good exit in case they needed to make one.  Isabelle watched him leave sadly, wishing there was something she could do for her brother.

She turns around in a spin to the music, desperate for a release of the stress lately when Magnus makes his way towards her through the crowd.  

He leans into talk into her ear, the music too loud to understand anyone.  “My dear, who was just with you?” he asked, his breath scalding her ear.

She grins, forming a plan.  “Oh,” she says innocently, “just my brother Alec, why?”

Magnus shrugs.  “I like to know the names of beautiful people,” he sends her a sly grin before dancing through the crowd, following Alec toward the corner of the bar.

Alec stands tall above everyone else and uses it to his advantage to keep a watchful eye on his siblings.

He scans the crowd again and spots Magnus again.  Unable to keep his eyes off of him, he watches as he weaves through everyone to chat with Izzy.  His brow furrows in confusion at what they could be talking about, they just met.  As Magnus walks away, he sees Izzy give him a wink.  Even more confused now, his heart rate picks up as Magnus makes his way to where Alec was standing by the bar.

He clears his throat, fixes his jacket and runs a quick hand through his hair, taking a deep breath trying to come up with something to say for when he arrives.

Right before Magnus reaches him though, he spots a sudden movement out of the corner of his eye. Magnus is about to introduce himself before Alec quickly shoves him behind him, out of the way of the oncoming Circle member and draws his bow.  He shoots straight and true through his chest.  He falls to the ground, gurgling and trying to shout to his partner.

Alec scans the room quickly and finds another Circle member pushing through the crowd towards them. He quickly draws his seraph blade from his thigh holster, aims, and throws the blade, piercing his chest as he too falls to the ground.

Making sure both men are down, he calms his breathing and runs a hand through his hair before glamouring his bow again.  It isn’t until now that he realizes hands are grasping at the back of his shirt.  He turns around and is met with glowing cat eyes. Magnus huffs out a breath and grins at him.

“Why thank you,” he says flouring his hand.  “Circle members aren’t allowed in my club.”  He releases the tight hold on Alec’s shirt and fixes his necklaces before looking back at Alec, his eyes now a smooth brown.

Alec, still gawking at this beautiful man, tries to manifest a comprehensible thought.  “Uh-um…” he runs his hand along the back of his neck nervously, “i-it’s my pleasure,” he says before smoothing his hand down his face, breaking eye contact so he can take a much needed deep breath.  He looks back at Magnus, who is still smirking at him.

“Oh-um, I’m Alec,” he stutters, holding out his hand to shake.

The corner of Magnus’ lips turn up fondly.  He grabs his hand.  “Nice to meet you, Alexander,” he says smoothly before pulling Alec’s hand up to kiss the back of it.  Alec’s blush deepens.  “I’m-”

“You’re Magnus Babe,” Alec cuts in before he can think.  Realizing what he said, horror crosses his face.  He shakes his head and opens his mouth to explain, but the words are stuck.  How do you explain this?  Dammit Izzy.

“Shit um, Magnus Bane. You, you’re Magnus Bane,” he says as he begins shaking the warlocks hand and points a finger at him.  “Yeah, that’s you-ahem.  The powerful warlock who owns the Pandemonium club,” he gestures around them, breaking eye contact to swivel around the room, looking for his siblings. He spots Izzy as she hides her giggle behind her hand and makes a motion to turn back around.  ‘Get his number,’ she mouths at him.

He rolls his eyes and tries to conceal his blush before turning back around.  Magnus is still trying to hold in his laugh, biting his bottom lip.  It was very distracting.  He focuses back on his eyes and sighs.

“Sorry, my sister called you that earlier and I guess it just…stuck in my head,” he explains with his hands before looking down, too embarrassed.

He feels a delicate finger tilt his chin up.  He looks back at Magnus in surprise as he gingerly slides his hand to Alec’s cheek. Alec is speechless, his heart racing and his palms turning sweaty.

Magnus hums.  “I think I need to change my name on my business cards, I like Magnus Babe,” he concludes before letting out a slight laugh at Alec’s facial expression.

Alec releases a breathless laugh and shakes his head fondly before quirking his brow.  “It does have a ring to it.”

“Speaking of rings, mind if I get your number?” Magnus asks sliding his hand down Alec’s neck to fix his collar, using it as an excuse to brush up against his cheek again.  Alec blushes even more which he didn’t think was possible and releases a beautiful smile stretching across his face.

“Smooth,” he says as Magnus lowers his hands, suddenly missing the warm trials it created on his skin.

“I may have seen your sister tell you to ask me for mine, but seeing as you could barely tell me your name I decided to make it easier for you,” he sways his shoulders with a flirty smile.

Alec huffs a quick laugh before shaking his head and pulling his phone out of his pocket.  He hands is over to Magnus, their fingers touching slightly, but it was enough to send shockwaves through both of their arms straight to their hearts.

Magnus smirks as he puts in his number, thumbs gliding over the screen.  “I will also save you the trouble of calling or texting me first, so I’ll ask you now.  Would you like to go on a date?”

Alec stammers for something to say, amazed that Magnus would want to go out with him.  His hand is halfway in his pocket to put his phone back. He opens his mouth and closes it again. He takes a deep breath, looking into Magnus’ eyes, and smiles at his decision.

“Sure, I would love that.”

Magnus hums in delight.  “We can manage details later,” he leans in closer and whispers in Alec’s ear, “call me,” before giving him a soft kiss on his cheek.  He leans back, knowing the affect he had on Alec as he stands frozen in shock.  “Now,” he says as he claps his hands together, “I have to go change my business card,” he says before patting Alec on his shoulder and disappears through the crowd.

Alec is stunned and stood frozen like a dork as Magnus leaves.  He reaches up and delicately slides his fingers over the cheek Magnus kissed. He decides Izzy was right, it is good to let go.  But he could never admit that to her.  He needed to get going, he had a date with Magnus Babe, and a sister to thank for it.

Confession Room (Part 1)

A/N: Slightly suggestive.

(Part 2)

With a company as big as JYP Entertainment, there are a lot of trainees who shuffle through. Some stay longer than 6 months and some stay less, so it’s not easy to be consistent with friends.

As for you, you luckily made it through a year and a half at the company. Through your time there, you’ve grown a fond attraction towards one of the male trainees who’s well-known for his b-boy skills. Im Jaebum.

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Stuck Inside My Head

Chapter Seven | Chapter Nine

Chapter Eight: Doing Better

“You should get going,” Valerie murmured. “I don’t want Simon to be pissed because you’re late.”

Negan smirked, “He ain’t gonna be pissed. He knows where I am.”

Valerie gave a small laugh, “Yeah, I think it takes a lot to piss Simon off.”

Negan sipped his cooling coffee before speaking; “He wants to see you. Is that cool?”

“Simon?” She cocked a brow. “Simon Ogg wants to see me?”

“Yeah, what’s so fuckin’ strange about that?” Negan chuckled.

She shrugged, cradling Jude against her chest, “Well, we aren’t the best of friends. And I did cuss him out a few times.”

“Water under the fucking bridge,” Negan waved it off. “Can he come with me this weekend?”

Valerie shrugged once again, “If he wants.”

“He really wants to see ya,” he added, “Simon is a big ol’ softy.”

She snorted, “That mustache says different.”

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Taming The Brat Pt.10

As always I’m a nervous wreck posting this, but what can you do? I’d be surprised if anyone’s even still interested, it’s been so stupidly long since the last time I posted. Fingers crossed it doesn’t disappoint if you are. Also this is another long one, so I apologise in advance if this crashes the app. It’s a problem my scenarios seem to have. Anyways, my rambling aside MERRY CHRISTMAS, Y'ALL (unless of course you don’t celebrate it, in which case, HAPPY SUNDAY!! ^^) I hope you all have an amazing day, filled with endless love and good times ♡

♡Little Disclaimer♡

Genre: Angst/Smut/Nora’s AU
Requested: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Content, long af, crude af, slight Daddy kink, breath play, D/s relationship, BDSM themes, unnecessary dramatics. 

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.5.5 | Pt.6 | Pt.7 | Pt.8 | Pt.9.1 | Pt.9.2 | Pt.10

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If you’d asked me as a child what I thought the concept of normal was supposed to entail, I think the life I would’ve envisioned for myself back then would have been very different to the one I’m living now. The only silver lining I can find is the realisation my best friend is very much right about me, I’ve never much liked the mundane anyway. It was never something I strove for, I just wanted happiness. I suppose I can say I’m at least halfway there, but at the same time, it’s hard to think with such a positive outlook considering the details. I wouldn’t go so far as to sum them up as small, but awkward and misfortunate works pretty bloody well. Especially now.

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I feel really bad, and I project onto Dex all the time so take some emotional hurt/comfort dex/nursey

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He’s so tired. So so tired. He doesn’t know when it happened, but at some point, he turned into the guy that people went to with their problems. He thinks maybe that it’s because Bitty has been stressed out of his mind and people haven’t wanted to bother him, and Shitty isn’t there anymore.

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“Stop it”, Neymar huffed.

“I’m just kissing your neck baby chill”, I said adjusting myself on his lap.

“I know what you’re trying to do, and it’s not gonna work. The doctor said no strenuous activity for a while, which means no sex”, he slid me off his lap and got off the couch.

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