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Hi all! Sorry I’ve been gone for awhile D: it’s been spring break and I haven’t really had work, and I needed some time off from responsibility. Here’s my spread from right before spring break, so you can see some college related stuff on there. I’ve gotten some asks about where I’m headed for university…but I think I’m going to keep that a secret for now. I think other studyblrs I’m following aren’t telling their followers where they’re going, and it’s probably better for my privacy and all that. Hope you understand! <3 Have a great week~

Link to Plan with Me for this spread: https://youtu.be/Ge8_wSFCOcY

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Harry Styles’ solo album might be the most anticipated debut this side of the millennium. Following years as the bullseye in the global behemoth that was One Direction, the singer is taking center stage with a self-titled effort that’s a classic cocktail of psychedelia, Britpop, and balladry. If it was a color, it would be the baby blue of Jimi Hendrix’s Fender Stratocaster or the soft pink of Mick Jagger’s suit when he performed on “Top Of The Pops” in 1971. It’s rock and it’s roll, but it’s also soft and sensitive. Produced by Jeff Bhasker (Kanye West, Fun.) it’s a record that could force the position of mainstream radio by ushering in a reprise of proper music — ensembles, verse-chorus-verse, rich instrumentation, or, basically, Adele’s bag of tricks.

Despite the red herring of lead single ‘Sign Of The Times’ (it clocks in at just under six minutes in length), the album is a short shrift 40 minutes and contains ten songs that are largely about women. Unlike Robbie Williams and Justin Timberlake before him, there’s a deepened millennial sensibility to being a leading man. Harry is a sensitive soul; A post-Drake phenomenon; A serious pop performer with enviable vocal chops and a gifted ability to convey a song’s emotional heft. He oozes class, ease and a sense of import without thrusting forth from the hips, or wreaking of a self-satisfied sense of boyband emancipation. Both respectful of his past and nervous for his future, “Harry Styles,” the album, looks both ways. - Variety

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Humans are space orcs, revisited.

When Terrans first made contact with the rest of the galaxy, the other advanced beings of the galaxy made a request to study Human history. Purely in the interests of understanding, to be sure. When they got permission, they sent in a group of historian-archivists - with backgrounds in espionage. The best way to learn any civilization’s weakness is, of course, is to study it in depth. The ‘historians’ (spies) are flabbergasted to be given free access to the entire planet’s libraries and an unholy, horrifying, unregulated pit of information, misinformation, and bickering that they call the ‘internet’. 

It takes the historians several weeks to realize that the internet and most of the libraries are open to all. Anyone who desires can access the information. ANY OF IT. There are directions on how to build their worst terror weapons, available to any and all who want to bother looking it up, in all their libraries and their ‘internet’. Anyone at all can build them, given the proper materials. 

They take a day off to discuss this, then go back to their work. 

Terrorism. This is a disturbing concept to the historians. 

They have to take a week off when they get to the invasions of Russia. The humans WIPED OUT THEIR OWN SUPPLIES to keep the other side from getting them. The concept of “scorched earth” requires another week off. 

They get to Auschwitz, to Hiroshima, to Stalin and Mao and Pol-Pot. 

They tell their hosts thank you, as politely as possible. They have learned all they need. They obey any and all diplomatic protocols they have been given, are as polite as they possibly can be. They wish they had more rules to follow, more directives for how to behave so as not to anger or offend. 

As soon as they are off-world, they send an alert. Terra is on the Permission Only list, to be visited by invitation or not at all. Humans individually are to be treated with caution and all known good manners. No one is sure what they are capable of and do not want to find out. Their history is full of remarkable individuals in all fields including warfare. 

Across the galaxy, human scientists and explorers wonder why all of a sudden, everyone has gotten so NICE. They shrug, and go try to figure out the next interesting thing. 

Accuse me of not working my full 40, we'll see about that.

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My job received some dramatic changes with the labor law changes from late last year. While it’s not technically law right now, my company is enforcing our policy to test the waters and see how it works for us. Basically this means, I can only work 40 hours a week. No overtime approval is available. Any days we work over 8 hours we have to use compensated time (comp time) to even it out. To help maintain office coverage we have meetings to plan our comp time.

To clarify, we can only use our comp time only on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays since we need a full staff on Monday and Fridays to assist our sales team. Also we can’t use it to come in late or leave early. So basically we’re left with taking long lunches (2.5-3 hours sometimes) right in the middle of the work day. But randomly, they’ll give us full days off when we work 6:30-7 hours on a weekend (which is nice, but this also is creating productivity problems). The staff who are a part of this have grown very frustrated because these long lunches are interfering with our work, meetings, appointments, and for the commuting staff they have to sit in their office for a long period of time and do nothing. Finally after a few months of this ineffective system, we told our CEO that we need to discuss some changes we think would make this better for everyone. He meets with our Exec Team and they agreed to attend our comp meeting to discuss things.

So, this Monday we all walk into the meeting with some level of hope. At the very least we’ll be heard and be able to say that we’d like to be able to come in a little late or leave a little early when things are slower. Our CEO explains his view on comp time and then a co-worker of mine explains how it isn’t working for us and it’s causing problems. Now our CEO is normally a chill guy, but he used an angry and defensive tone I’ve never seen before and went on a 15 minute rant about comp time. His rant included:

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Sweet Creature

Words: 7,500

Warnings: Smut

Harry sighed as he peered into the kitchen from his spot by the staircase in the living room. He’d like to be next to Y/N and Gemma right now, but his neighbor had whisked him off into a conversation about gardening that he truly had no interest. Nevertheless, Harry was polite, so he stood patiently and nodded and “mhmm”ed at the appropriate moments. He couldn’t help but let out a wistful sigh as he saw his sister and best friend slip out into the backyard.

As much as he appreciated Anne throwing a party in celebration of his first solo concert, he silently wished he had just gotten a private day in his hometown. Harry knew his friends and family were proud of him. But he was nothing if not humble and a little bit selfish. He so rarely got time at home to see Y/N, and he wished he could actually spend a moment with her now instead of playing host to what felt like the whole village. He’d much rather have been relaxing on the couch watching a rom-com with the girl he could never get enough of.

Just then, his mother swooped in to rescue him with a bright smile and gentle hand on his arm. “Sweetie, would you mind bringing the rest of the chicken out to Robin to grill? And maybe bring him a beer?”

He nodded much too fast for someone being asked to do chores. “Sure, mum.” He kissed her cheek and smiled brightly at their slightly disgruntled neighbor. “Sorry, mate. Talk to you later, yeah?”  

Harry wove his way through the crowd in the house to get to the kitchen. After slamming the refrigerator door shut with his hip, two beers clutched in one hand, he snatched up the last tray of chicken from its spot on the stove. He thanked Barbara from the bakery for opening the door to the back garden for him and offered her a cheeky smile she saw more than nearly anyone else.

Robin stood at the grill next to the deck, laughing and listening to the conversation going on in the chairs nearby. He saw Harry exit the door from the house and quickly waved him over.

“Having fun?” he asked, taking the tray of chicken and leaving Harry’s other hand open to start popping caps on the beer bottles.

Harry shook his head a little and snorted.  “You know how it is. Lots of small talk and cheek squishing.”

“And not getting to see Y/N,” Robin replied knowingly. He chuckled as Harry rolled his eyes before taking a pull from his beer.

“How has she been? I haven’t really talked to her much yet.”

“She’s lovely as always. I think her dad is having a bit of a hard time. You know the 15th anniversary of her mum’s passing is next week. She’s stayed with us the last couple of nights.”

Harry couldn’t help but frown. Y/N’s mum had died of cancer when she was only seven. Her father had been a dear friend of his mother’s, so they’d taken Y/N in when it happened. Her father hadn’t wanted her to see her mother like that, nor did he think he could properly care for her. Harry and Y/N had always been friends, but those four months that she lived with them had given them a bond no one could ever replace. They’d been absolutely attached at the hip their whole lives. To this day, the guest room at the Styles/Twist household was mostly considered Y/N’s and held some of her pictures and personal belongings. She’d long been a member of their family.  “She’s coping okay, right?”

“Why don’t you ask her yourself, nosy?”

One of his only regrets about participating in X Factor and leaving home so young was that he felt like he had abandoned Y/N. She had come to visit him in LA and London a few times and had even joined him on tour, but she always felt obligated to return to Holmes Chapel to make sure her father was cared for. Though they were best friends, they often went months without talking because Harry was just too busy. He hated himself for that.

“Harry! Come sit a mo’ and have a chat?”

He turned to see his cousin Charlotte gesturing to the chair next to her. Robin’s clap to his back was taken as a dismissal as he made his way over.

“Hey there, rockstar. How ya doing?”

Harry settled in the chair and grinned. “Good, good. ‘N you?”

“Wonderful! Kyle just started his new job, so we’ve got a good income now. Not that you’d know anything about that,” she joked and leaned over to playfully nudge his shoulder.

Harry was sure his smile looked more like a grimace. While he may not have been hurting for money, there had certainly been a time when he would skip dinner just to save his mum a little money. He knew as much as anyone how hard it could be.

“Robin! Anne wants to know what’s taking so long with those birds!” Harry perked up at the sound of Y/N’s sweet voice washing over him like a lullaby. He quickly turned to see her leaning out the back door with a bright grin.

“Can’t rush these things, Y/N. At least gotta buy ‘em a drink first, love,” Robin joked. The crowd around him laughed along with Y/N.

“Right, I’ll be sure to tell your wife that!” Her gaze shifted to Harry and she smiled softly at him. He tried to wave her over, but she held up a finger in a “hold on” motion and disappeared back into the house.

“So what is Kyle doing, then?” He continued to make small talk with his cousin Charlotte as Gemma reappeared and took up the last chair on the deck right next to him.

Y/N returned about five minutes later carrying a bowl that Harry quickly determined was filled with fruit.  She stood by him and held the bowl down to offer him a piece, but he shook his head. “Come sit,” he told her instead.

She rolled her eyes at him. “There aren’t anymore chairs, H.”

Just as her hand holding the bowl of fruit started to retreat from him, he quickly grasped around her wrist and tugged her forward. When she stumbled just as he knew she would, he took a firm but gentle grasp of her hips and settled them down on his legs.

“Harry!” she scolded, knowing he’d made a scene. While Harry tended to thrive under the public eye, Y/N often did her best to hide from it. That was the primary reason Harry loved to take the piss out of her. Nevertheless, she shifted back to a more comfortable position on his lap and sat a bit sideways so she could hear the conversations going on. Harry wrapped one arm around her, resting his hand on her opposite thigh to keep her securely in place while the hand nursing a beer rested itself against her knee. He couldn’t help but chuckle as she flinched at the cold bottle just barely touching her skin. She finally went back to eating her assortment of pineapples, strawberries, and grapes as she listened to Charlotte.

“He’s just started work at the pub down the road from our house. The pay isn’t that great, but he’s been making loads in tips,” she finished.

“Where is Kyle, anyway?  I haven’t seen him yet, I don’t think.” Y/N was considered a member of the extended family and had attended every family event for the last 15 years. Since she had stayed in Holmes Chapel, Harry figured she probably knew more about his family these days than he did.

“Oh he’s off on a lad’s weekend in Bristol. His mate is getting married next week.”

“Oh good, that means he’ll be all freed up for when Harry and Y/N over here get married soon,” Gemma teased.

“Gem!” Y/N exclaimed. Harry noticed that her cheeks flushed to a pink very similar to the bath water on his album cover.

He just chuckled and gave her a little squeeze.

“Just saying! You two have that whole agreement anyway where if you’re still single at 28 you’re gonna get married. I hate to say it, Y/N, but you two aren’t getting any younger.  Plus you’re like in love anyway. It’s inevitable,” Gemma defended. She seemed unfazed by Y/N’s embarrassment.  

“Ooh, that just reminded me! Harry, you just have to tell me about that girl you wrote ‘Carolina’ about! That’s far and away my favorite song on the album, and I need to hear more about my future cousin in law!”  Charlotte gushed, looking at Harry with excitement in her eyes.

Harry didn’t miss how Y/N tensed at the mention of the song that he knew she for some reason despised. He hated to admit that it hurt him a little bit. He was proud of “Carolina”, and though he knew his opinion of his artistry was the one that truly counted, he didn’t like the thought of Y/N not liking one of his songs.  His hand slipped from her thigh and rested on the arm of his chair. “Oh, I don’t think she’s your future cousin in law.  Just a girl I met in paradise.”

Y/N quickly scarfed down the few remaining pieces of fruit in her bowl. “Think I’m gonna bring this back inside.   I’ll catch up with you later,” she told him quietly. She didn’t bother to look at him as she stood from her seat on his lap and retreated back into the house.

Gemma couldn’t help but sigh as she watched the exchange unfold. The two of them were too oblivious of the others’ feelings for their own good and were absolutely horrid at communication.

Robin finally finished the last batch of chicken and called everyone inside to make plates of food. If Harry thought the inside of the house had been busy before, it was nothing compared to when all the people that had been outside also made their way in for food. There was hardly room in the house to walk, much less find anyone.  Luckily, Harry was tall enough to see over the majority of the crowd, and he found Y/N sitting next to his mum as they split a plate of food.  

After he’d had his fill, Harry stood off to the side and leaned against the wall as he observed everyone around him. He finally had a moment alone as it seemed that everyone was too busy chewing to make conversation.  

He wasn’t alone for long, however, and he stood up straighter as soon as he saw Y/N making her way over to him.  She didn’t look particularly happy, but he put that down to her current family affairs. Though she tried to not let it show, Harry knew how much the loss of her mother affected her.

When Y/N finally reached him, she wrapped her arms tightly around  his waist and rested her cheek upon his chest.  He was much taller and could tuck her head snugly under his chin as he returned her embrace. “Missed you,” he heard her mumble.

Pushing his upset feelings about her distaste for his song aside, he squeezed her tighter and pressed a kiss to her hair. “Missed yeh, too, love.” His hands took to rubbing her back comfortingly as they stood in their embrace. He knew how much Y/N having her back rubbed soothed her. “Yeh look pretty today.”

Her hair had been curled prettily, her lashes long and full with the help of the mascara she had applied to them. Her outfit had been kept simple with a pink sweater over her flowy white tank that she had paired with jeans and flats. She didn’t try as hard as most did to look pretty, but Harry always thought she was the most beautiful girl in the room.

A rosy blush painted her cheeks as she pulled a little to look at him. “Thank you, bubs. You’re looking mighty handsome today, as well.”

Harry couldn’t help but smile at the nickname. It was the one she had given him when she was six and he was seven, and to this day he’d never heard her use it on anyone else. “Thank ya, love.”

“Harry!” they heard Robin call, and Harry chuckled as Y/N whined quietly and squeezed a little tighter around his waist. “Can you come help me clean the grill real quick?”

Harry left one last parting peck to her forehead before releasing his grip on her and moving out of her arms.  He followed his step dad into the back garden to provide assistance.

“I think now that everyone has full stomachs, they might be heading out soon. Hopefully we won’t have all these stragglers on our hands late tonight,” Robin commented as they went to work scrubbing the burnt bits from the grate.

Harry huffed in response. “Better not. I’d quite like a relaxing night in to be honest.”

Robin nodded. “I know you would, kiddo. You’ll get it, I’m sure.”

All in all, cleaning the grill only took about ten minutes. While they were outside, the two men wandered the yard holding trash bags to pick up garbage that had been left around to minimize the cleaning later. Finally, Anne called Harry in to start saying goodbye to guests as they began to depart just like Robin suspected they would.

When Harry made his way into the house, he saw that Y/N and Gemma had started to pick up the kitchen much as he and Robin had been cleaning the back garden. He saw them occasionally reach for their respective glasses of wine as they put food in containers and cleaned dishes.

Harry continued to play host and made small talk with the guests as they all gave him their closing remarks and good luck wishes. He thanked each of them sincerely and made sure to give an anecdote about their lives as well. Finally, after what felt like hours of talking, hugs, and handshakes, he collapsed onto the couch with the opening titles of The Notebook playing on the telly.

One by one, the family settled in with him. Robin took his usual recliner spot, and Gemma curled up with Dotty and a blanket on the love seat. Harry could hear Y/N fussing with Anne over helping to clean the kitchen.

“Y/N, I will not take ‘no’ for an answer. You go relax a bit. You’ve been picking up after people all day,” he heard his mother scolding and Y/N’s response in the form of an exasperated huff.

“We’ll get it done faster if I help you, Anne. You deserve to relax, too.”

“And I will as soon as I finish this. Now, shoo. Go be lazy for a tick.”

Y/N was still grumbling quietly to herself as she reached the living room and collapsed in a heap next to Harry on the couch. She automatically leaned her head against his arm, wrapping her own around his waist and craning her neck to see the move on the screen.

Harry chuckled. “You’re a snuggly little thing today. Budge up for a sec, love.”

Y/N groaned but lifted back off of him. He didn’t say anything as he moved a throw pillow to rest against the arm of the couch before swinging his legs up to the side and sprawling out across the length of it. With Y/N trapped between him and the back of the couch, she had nowhere to go but to rest against him as he held his arms open for her. After her head was settled against his chest and her hand against his heart, he reached down to pull her knee up and tuck her top leg between his. Once their ankles were comfortably tangled together, he clasped his hands together on her upper arm. “Comfy?” he checked, though he knew she was. Y/N loved to be held almost as much as he did, and this was their favorite cuddling couch. They were practically pros at the movie session cuddling by now.

She nodded against his chest but didn’t verbally respond as she had already gotten herself engrossed in Noah and Allie’s summer romance.

When Anne returned from the kitchen, she settled down with Gemma and pulled her daughter’s feet into her lap.  She took to reading a book while the rest of the family watched the movie on screen. Just as Allie discovered Lon was in town looking for her, Anne felt Gemma’s foot gently nudging at her thigh. Anne looked up at her, and Gemma jabbed her finger in the direction of the couch.

The Notebook was Harry’s all time favorite movie, but he couldn’t seem to be bothered by what was happening on the screen. His hand was wrapped up in Y/N’s hair, softly pulling his fingers through the tresses as he seemed to be humming to her. Her eyes were shut as she rested against him, but Anne doubted she was totally asleep. Unlike Harry, Y/N found it hard to sleep in public settings. Even this house, one she’d practically grown up in, was usually too public for her to sleep aside from in her designated bedroom.  Occasionally she’d see Harry whisper something and Y/N’s lips move in return, but her eyes never once blinked back open.

Finally, when the movie credits started rolling, Robin was the one to shatter their bubble. “Y/N, I hope you were planning on staying here again tonight, because I’m not letting you drive home at this hour. You’re too knackered. Get upstairs, kiddo.”

Y/N yawned and leaned up, Harry’s hands falling from her body in response. She had a few lines on her cheek from the wrinkles in his Harley Davidson tee, and she rubbed gently at her face to relieve the soreness. “Y’ can’t get rid of me that easy, Robin,” she replied, her voice laced with drowsiness. “I see your plan. I’m staying in that guest room forever.”

Anne laughed at her. “That’s your room, anyway, sweetheart. It’s for you to sleep in as long as you want it.”

Harry sat up as well so that Y/N wasn’t pinned behind him on the couch. “I’m pretty tired, too. Think I’m g’na head to bed.”

Anne nodded.  “Alright. Sleep well, love. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Harry climbed the stairs behind Y/N and watched as she went straight to the bathroom to brush her teeth and take her makeup off. He shuffled up beside her to brush his teeth as well and made sure to annoy her by bumping her hip with his to make her move to the side.

“You’re a right pest,” she grumbled, “D’ya know that?”

Harry grinned, mouth full of foamy toothpaste, and pressed a smacking kiss to her cheek.

“Ew, Harry!” she scolded, wetting her hand to wipe the toothpaste from her face.  

He finished his nightly routine long before she did and retreated in to his childhood bedroom to go to bed.  He stripped off his tee and jeans, opting to leave his briefs on just in case Anne came to wake him up for breakfast in the morning. He had just settled into bed and was scrolling through Instagram on his phone when he heard the quietest of knocks sound on  his door.  “Yes, love?”

Y/N just slightly peaked the door open, looking as shy as ever as she stood in an old shirt and her worn out plaid sleep shorts. “Can I come in?”

“’Course ya can,” Harry said, setting his phone down on his nightstand. He shifted a little further to the other side of the bed and sat up a bit as she quietly shut his bedroom door behind her and tiptoed over to his bed.  Instead of sitting cross-legged on top of the comforter as she usually did when she came in for their late night chats, she gently lifted the blankets up and climbed in next to him and settled her head against the other pillow.  She didn’t say anything but started to trace the tattoos adorning his arm as he looked down at her. “Y/N? What’s gotten into yeh today, love?”

She shook her head and didn’t respond, seemingly too caught up in the outline of his rose to properly respond.

“Y/N,” Harry said a little more stern, gently moving his arm away from her as he sat up fully against the headboard.

She shifted in response to his tone, backing up a little and sitting up in the bed.  Her bum rested on her feet as she stared at him solemnly.  “It’s just…”

“What, love?”

Y/N shook her head, features showing that of shame as she looked down at the bed linens instead of him. “Nevermind, I’m being silly.” She started to move to get up from the bed and make her retreat, but she was stopped by Harry’s large hand cupping her cheek.

“Love, if something is truly bothering you,then s’not silly. I can’t make it better if you don’t tell me what it is, hmm?” His hand against her face made it so that it was nearly impossible for her to look away from his piercing green eyes.  

“It’s just…Townes.”

Harry blinked, barely understanding what she meant. “Okay…? What about her?”

She sniffed, and Harry’s heart broke knowing she was struggling so much with what she wanted to say. “It’s stupid and selfish, but I hate knowing that you write all these songs about these girls and the world knows all about them and you thrive on it. You put her name in the bloody song, Harry! Everyone loves it, and I don’t even know her, but I feel like you guys just have this connection now that I was never good enough to have. It’s just…am I not special enough to you for a song? I don’t want you to be so ashamed of me that you won’t tell anyone about me.”

Harry’s mind scrambled as he intook this information. He never imagined this was how she would feel about the song.  Her words hit him like a ton of bricks and suddenly he knew. That feeling in the back of his mind that he’d always tried so hard to keep at bay…she felt it, too. She wouldn’t be so upset if she didn’t.  She loved him, too.  And he’d inadvertently made her feel unwanted. Y/N was all he’d ever wanted whether Harry had known it or not. He knew he had to make her feel better and hurried to grab her hips and pull her closer to him. She started to slip and fumble against the bed so she grabbed onto his shoulders to steady herself. Once her knees had been pulled to either side of his lap, he pushed her hips down to settle her into a straddle above him. “No, love.  That’s not it at all. ‘S that what’s had yeh upset ever since we were out in the yard today? Yeah, I wrote a song about a girl that I barely know. Think people might get a bit tired of me if I wrote them all about you like I’d like to do.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. “W-what?”

Harry chuckled, pulling her closer by the hips and nuzzling against her neck. “You beautiful, silly girl. You didn’t really think ‘Sweet Creature’ was about Gem, did you? You do have a song, and a very special place in my heart. But that’s just it. You’re too special, love. I’m too selfish to share you with the whole world.”

“W-wait, ‘Sweet Creature is about me?” her eyes watered as she looked at him in awe.

“’Course it is, love. ‘S just that you’re mine and the world can’t have you. Gotta protect yeh from them. Pretty sure I’ve loved you my whole life. But my love for you is just for you, and I don’t wanna share that with the world.”

Y/N seemed to sputter as she struggled to keep up. “You l-love me? Harry, I-I-” She started to get choked up and couldn’t seem to find the words to say.

“I know, love.  I know.” He reached up to hold her face in his hands, lifting his leg up to shift her closer to him. His gaze was locked on her mouth as he inched closer, and Y/N thought she might faint.

Finally, when their foreheads were pressed together and she could feel his warm, minty breath on her tongue, she let her eyes slip closed. One of her hands that had been resting against his shoulder moved up to fist at the back of his curly locks. “I love you, too, bubs.”

Harry felt as if he’d been struck by lightning when he buttoned his mouth firmly to hers. He was sure he could’ve spent his entire life just kissing her like that, but his body immediately craved to have her closer. She gasped when he traced her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, and he quickly took the opportunity to dive into her mouth. She let out a little whimper that almost made Harry groan aloud when his tongue touched hers. Her fingers tugged gently at the roots of his hair as she pushed herself as closely to him as she possibly could. Their tongues tangled between their mouths for a moment before Harry gave her what she thought would be a reprieve, but she let out another little noise when he took her bottom lip between his teeth and gently sucked. This time he couldn’t control the little growl that bubbled up from the back of his throat and quickly reattached his lips to hers.

Y/N could feel the vague smug smirk adorning his lips through their kiss over the noises he was making her generate.  To retaliate, she quickly disconnected their kiss and trailed her lips down his jaw and neck, finding a nice place to bite down on at the same time that she rolled her hips forward against his. He groaned in pain and pleasure and took her hips back in his hand. “D-Do that again, love.”

“Do what again, Harry?” Y/N teased as she soothed over the bite on the side of his neck with her tongue. She gasped lightly when his hands gripped firmly to her bum and pushed her hips forward again. This time, there was no mistaking the erection straining hard against his briefs. “F-fuck,” he stuttered in her ear as she moved against him once more in a wave, enjoying the feeling of him heavy and warm between her legs.

Y/N lifted her head to kiss him again as she continued to grind against him. While she had him thoroughly distracted with her lips, she quickly moved her hand down between them to palm at him through his underwear. As soon as she pressed down into the bulge, Harry parted from her with a gasp of his own. “Don’t h-have to, love.” The next noise he let out could only be called a moan as she pressed her small hand against him again.

She shook her head and pressed her lips against his in a quick peck. “Want to,” she promised.  

Harry nodded, eyes closed and head leaned back as he just absorbed the feeling of her against him. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth to avoid being too loud as he felt her hand dip inside his underwear and brush against his swollen length.

“Can we get these off?” She tugged at the waistband of his Calvins, eager to get him loose so she could put her mouth on him.

Harry fought to open his eyes and make them focus on her face as he nodded and tapped against her thigh to signal her to move off him.  As soon as she was kneeling at his side, he stuffed his thumbs into the side of the briefs and lifted his bum to shove them down his legs. Once they were successfully discarded, he looked down at himself to see his length twitch slightly against his tummy, the raspberry tip bubbling a little bit of pre-cum against the hairs just under his belly button. He could almost cry it felt to good to be out of the confines of his underwear.

If he thought that felt good, it was nothing compared to what the felt when Y/N leaned down to timidly kitten lick at the little spot he’d dripped on himself. He bit down on the skin of his hand to keep from making a noise too loud as her tongue accidentally brushed against his slit. She looked up at him as if to get permission, and he nodded quickly at her before she looked back down and began to kitten lick at the underside of him as she took his length in her hand. Her tongue brushed against the vein throbbing there before getting caught briefly on the ridge of his head, and already Harry was frustrated by the veil of her hair obscuring his view. He gently brushed it up into his hands to hold on to as she finally took the head of him into her warm, wet mouth.

“Baby, please,” Harry almost whimpered. His balls were starting to hurt because of how turned on he was.  Luckily, she didn’t make him wait any longer and quickly bobbed down on him, her hand following her mouth’s path back up before sliding down again. On her next pass up, she lolled her tongue around his tip like it was a lolly, and his head fell back at the feeling. “Ungh.”

Y/N began to move faster against him, dragging her hand up and down the length of him with her mouth provide sufficient lubrication. She could taste the occasional blurt of pre-cum against her tongue, and it only made her want more. His little groans and gasps spurred her on even more, and she finally reached up his hands to cup at his balls while she had him deep in her mouth.  He groaned a little louder than he should have at the feeling, and she slid her mouth back up for her tongue to swipe at the slit of him just as her thumb gently pressed to the space just behind his sac.  He immediately gasped and reached down to grab at her hand. “N-No, I’ll cum. Ungh. Can’t cum yet. Have to be inside you first. P-Please, oh God, please don’t make me cum.”

She pulled up and swirled her tongue against his head one last time before sliding off him with a little “pop” noise. She pressed kisses against his hips and fern tattoos while she waited for him to catch his breath.

He panted rapidly against her, struggling to keep a quiet level as he tried not to lose his mind. “Fuck, where did you even learn that?” He laughed a little deliriously as she smiled against his hipbone. Finally, Y/N pulled herself up against him and he didn’t waste time pressing his lips to hers. “Are you gonna let me make you feel good?” He asked between kisses.

She whimpered against him and nodded almost imperceptibly. “Please,” she whispered against him, and he took that as his cue to gently flip them over so she was on her back.

“Let’s get this off o’ yeh, yeah?” Harry gently pushed her shirt up her torso, pressing kisses to the skin he exposed along the way. His tongue just briefly caught against her erect nipple before he lifted up to pull the shirt completely from her body. He quickly returned to the area, suckling her right nipple into his mouth as his fingers tweaked her left. She let out a quiet sigh of contentment against him and tangled her fingers in his hair, gently massaging his scalp. After giving her left breast the same attention her right had received, he started kissing back down her torso.  His hands slipped into the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down, leaving her panties in place.

Harry almost groaned at the sight of Y/N’s underwear. Baby pink cotton was darkened slightly between her legs, and he couldn’t help but gently press his tongue against the wet spot she had made. He wasn’t sure if it was the pineapple she’d had earlier in the day or if she just always tasted that sweet, but he immediately knew he had to get a better sense. He dragged his tongue up and pressed it gently against where he knew her clit would be, and she let out a wet gasp at the feeling. “S-stop teasing,” she stuttered, tanking gently against his curly locked entangled between her fingers.

Harry chuckled against her and kissed gently at her hipbone. “Just returning the favor, love.” He gently pulled down her underwear, and his mouth began to water at the pretty pink feast in front of him. “Christ, baby. So beautiful. Are yeh wet for me? I know yeh are.”

She nodded, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she waited for him to move. Unfortunately, he seemed to be too preoccupied admiring her to actually do anything. “Harry, dammit, do something!” she groaned.

He looked up at her with a smirk. “Now, love. Gotta be patient fo’ me. Can yeh do that? Here, suck my fingers and get them nice and wet fo’ me, please.” He pressed his ring and middle finger against her lips and waited for her to close her eyes and suck them into her mouth. “Good girl.” Just when he was sure she was sufficiently distracted, he dipped down and licked a broad stripe up her sex. She immediately went slack jawed and struggled to inhale. He pressed his fingers against her tongue to remind her of her task at hand, and it took a moment before she wrapped her lips back around him and went back to sucking.

Harry’s tongue gently prodded against her entrance, taking the opportunity to lap up the sweet essence that was nothing but uniquely Y/N. When he had gathered most of her wetness on his tongue, he pushed his tongue into her briefly and made her whimper before removing his fingers from her mouth. “Thank you, love. Doin’ so good for me, aren’t you?” He brought his newly wet fingers down to her entrance and slowly pushed just one in, feeling her wet, spongy warmth wrap tightly around him. He fought against a groan of his own as his tongue gently lapped at her clit.

“Haoh, shit, Harry,” Y/N moaned, making sure to keep her voice low as her grip tightened in his hair. As soon as she pulled slightly against him, he groaned against her and set vibrations all across her clit. She whimpered and tugged a little harder, noticing how Harry’s eyes squeezed tighter shut and he licked at her with a little more enthusiasm. The knowledge that he liked having his hair pulled when he was eating a girl out nearly made Y/N fall apart. “Harry, please, more.”

He was apparently done with the teasing as well and pushed a second finger into her without preamble. He thrust them gently inside of her as his lips wrapped around her clit and sucked, and she turned her head and moaned into the pillow next to her. His fingers began searching her walls for that spot that would drive her mad, and he licked her clit into his mouth before gently shaking his head against her. His fingers brushed against a spongy spot inside her at the same moment and pressed into it. Her legs immediately snapped shut around his head as her muffled moans increased slightly in volume. Harry went back to licking against her for a moment as his fingers thrusted against her spot. Then he alternated between suckling against her and licking, noticing how the variety had her squirming underneath him. When he felt her walls begin to flutter around his fingers, he hooked his fingers against her little spongy bump and rubbed against it and his teeth sunk gently into her clit before giving her a good suck. His tongue ran just once against her clit, and she was falling apart beneath him whispering his name like a mantra. He worked her through her orgasm, only coming up when she tugged a little harsher against his curls due to sensitivity.

Her chest heaved against him as he journeyed up to her neck, pressing gentle kisses against her while she came down. “Yeh good, love?” he checked when he felt her breathing start to slow to a normal pace.

She managed the smallest of laughs against him. “I’m much better than good, bubs. I’d quite like for you to make love to me, though.”

Harry couldn’t help the elated grin that lit up his features, and he pecked gently against her lips twice. “Are you sure you’re still up for it?” When he saw her sparkly-eyed little nod, he couldn’t help but kiss her again. “Then it’d be my pleasure. Do yeh want me to use a rubber?” He knew she’d been on birth control since she was 17, but he’d still give her the option to see what she was more comfortable with.

She shook her head immediately. “Just wanna feel you.”

Harry smiled against her lips. “Never been bare with anyone before.”

Her cheeks got dusted with that rosy pink color he loved, but she didn’t seem as embarrassed as usual by his blunt language. “Me either. ‘M glad we can be each others’ firsts.”

Harry immediately shook his head and reached down to line up against her entrance, smiling at her gasp when his tip brushed against her still-sensitive clit. “Baby, we’re each others’ lasts.” He covered his mouth with hers before she could respond, he pushed inside her.

Y/N certainly hadn’t been with as many people as Harry, but she was no virgin. Despite that, she’d never felt anything quite like Harry inside her. She knew it wasn’t about the lack of a condom covering his length. It was her Harry, the boy she’d run through gardens with as a little kid. The guy she’d shared her first kiss with against a tree when she was eleven years old. She’d always loved him, and she’d never felt closer with anyone in her entire life. The knowledge that she, with her legs wrapped around Harry’s waist as he was buried to the hilt inside her, his lips gently rubbing against her collarbone, could not be any physically closer to him if she tried was enough to make her eyes misty.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Y/N. Swear I’m gonna love yeh forever.” She could barely hear the words uttered against her neck as he made his first careful withdrawal, all the way to the tip, before gently thrusting forward again. He looked up in alarm when he heard her sniffle, but she quickly took his face in her hands and pressed kisses to every bit of skin she could get at.

“I love you, too, bubs. Forever and a day,” she promised. He smiled against her just because she always had to one up him, then he pressed his lips to hers as he began to move a little faster inside her.

She gasped when the length of him brushed against that spot inside her, and her arm tugged him closer by wrapping around his shoulder.

“Shh, baby, gotta stay quiet. Can’ have them comin’ in, can we?” Harry gently hushed her his lips brushed against her temple.

She nodded against him and tried not to cry out as he reached down to grab at one of her knees around his waist. He gently hoisted her leg up into the crook of his arm to provide a new angle in which he could push deeper into her. His other hand braced against the bed to hold himself up as he pushed in all the way and grinded his pelvic bone against her clit. Immediately, her eyes snapped shut and jaw dropped open at the feeling, nails digging into his back as she fought for something to keep her grounded to earth.

Harry continued to thrust a little harder against her, always aiming for her spot, and stopped occasionally for those little grinds he quickly discovered drove her crazy. Her little gasps morphed into whimpers and whisperings of his names and quiet moans, and Harry nearly lost his mind. He began to thrust faster against her with the leverage his arm provided against the mattress, hitching her leg higher up in his arm so it was pressed between their torsos.

“Harry, Harry, ‘m gonna cum, please come back,” Y/N sounded desperate as she tried to hold off her climax. She wanted him close to her when she came, and she ran her nails down his back in an effort to pull him down to her.

“Shh, shh, I’m here, love. S’alright.” Harry immediately dropped her leg down from his arm and moved down to hover just above her. He took one of her hands from his back and intertwined their fingers together above their heads. He felt her legs wrap back around his waist as he pressed his lips against hers and moved a bit faster in an effort to get her to climax. He cursed slightly under his breath when the headboard started to gently tap against the wall in their efforts, and he reached up to hold the top to keep it from making to much noise. “Rub your clit for me. Can yeh do that, love? ‘M gonna make yeh come, I promise.”

The hand of Y/N’s that he wasn’t holding onto snaked into the narrow space between their bodies, and she gasped as soon as her fingers made contact with the nerves. She used her legs around his waist to pull her hips tight to his on every thrust he gave her, meeting him halfway. “Wan’ you to come with me. Please, please do it with me.”

Harry nodded frantically, feeling the coil burning white hot in his belly. “I will, baby, I will. Fuck, I love you so much.” He felt her walls begin to flutter around him, and he knew he was done for. He squeezed her hand tighter in his and thrusted as hard as he could while keeping a hand on the headboard in order to minimize the noise. “Come now, baby. Come with me.” They moaned into each other’s mouths as she clenched around him like a vice in her climax. He didn’t stand a chance as soon as she started to close in on him, and he disconnected his lips from hers to bite down into the spot between her neck and shoulder as he felt the coil in tummy snap. She continued to use her hips to thrust up against him as his orgasm hit full force and he emptied himself inside her. The feeling of rope after rope coating her walls was something she’d never felt before and never wanted to go without again. Finally, when she started to feel that he was spent, she released her legs from around him and reached up to brush a stray curl from where it was matted with sweat against his forehead. Her own forehead and body felt clammy with perspiration, but whether it was hers or his she couldn’t be sure. He shook lightly in her arms as he lowered himself down to her, pressing kisses to every bit of skin he could get at. He went to pull out of her, but she scrambled to put a hand against his hip and push him down into her.

“Not yet,” she begged, “wanna feel you just a little longer.”

Harry smiled, nodding his head as he lifted his head just slightly to kiss her. This kiss was less frantic than the previous ones had been. It was slow and unhurried and full of nothing but love. When Harry felt himself going soft inside her, he gently retracted his pelvis from Y/N’s before pressing kisses across her face. “Thank you for being amazing, love.”

Y/N felt her eyelids beginning to flutter shut from exhaustion but smiled nonetheless. “Thank you for loving me, Harry Styles.” She allowed him to pull the covers up their naked bodies, turning off to the side so that Harry could spoon behind her. She prayed they’d wake up in the morning before Anne came knocking on either of their doors and discovered what had happened before they got a chance to properly explain themselves. But when she felt Harry’s lips press gently to the shell of her ear, his arm around her waist and his whole body warming the back of hers, she decided to live in the moment. She’d worry about tomorrow when it came, because she knew she could handle anything with Harry by her side.




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-S

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Maybe I should make a video on this… or maybe not… I’ve reached the point ajere I think people don’t even watch my videos anymore.

Is not like I don’t make it clear that I don’t want spoilers like this out there, or that this exact same spoiler was what caused this whole Problem I’m in right now.

It also doesn’t take more than 1 second of using of brain to be like “wait, I am uploading someone else’s work without permission. If I upload this I’m just getting views off something I didn’t do, and that the creator probably wants to keep as a secret”

But NOPE, these dumb donkeys that act like a human do not think about that. AND THEY THINK IS COOL! Like they’re being a hero or some shiz by uploading a video that got deleted!

I haven’t been able to progress in my animtion at all this week, because I feel so uninspired to do anything because of this. Between the copyrighr strike, between the constant re-uploads of a full minute of animtion of my next wpisode without permisions, between my really crapy health condition at the moment (which gets worse and worse out of stress) it just… feels like it defeated me.

Makes me think, if people are clearly not watching my videos that don’t have the word Glitchtale plastered on the title (because if they had they would’ve realised that I don’t want spoilers somewhere) Then … crap man, I’ll be able to keep up woth this job for like another year or two and then what. I’ll probably live under a bridge or something.

I’m sorry I’m ranting ONCE AGAIN about this whole issue, but I have no one to share this with and I feel like if I keep it to myself I’m gonna break down.

But I find this spoilers in a daily basis right now. And I don’t feel like a video will fix it, people just don’t care, or they’ll do it anywaus regardless because they think is funny.

Staying Productive while Writing

Anonymous asked: “I’m starting a book and whenever I sit down to write I never know what to put down. Do you have any advice for getting focused/getting ideas flowing? Or just getting in touch with what you’re trying to say?”

Sometimes it can be a struggle to get words on the page. This happens to everyone - most often, when we’re rusty or feeling out of practice. Sometimes, we just procrastinate. There’s no rush to write that scene, so why not put it off until tomorrow? We have all been there. 

The short answer on how to avoid getting into this habit is to simply stop. Easier said than done. I’ve been there many, many times. I was there this past week after I stopped writing for about a week to recover from a virus. Here’s a few techniques to get back into good writing habits: 

Start with writing prompts.  Then, don’t work on an ongoing project, either write out something by hand or even just type a short scene spurred by a prompt. This will help get you back into the swing of things and thinking again like a writer. While I find good prompts just about everywhere, my favorites are Deep Water Prompts (@deepwaterwritingprompts) and Writing Prompts that Don’t Suck (@awesomewritingprompts). 

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My Puppy

Originally posted by rapnamu

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader-First Person View

Genre & Warnings: SMUT, fluff, pet play. 

Word Count: 4,406

NOTE: Pure Filth. Turn back now if you don’t want to see. Turning Tae Tae into my Fuck Puppy (Thanks Anon). Soft femdom. Let me tell you, it was an EXPERIENCE writing this, and I am still not perfectly pleased with it. Mostly because I’m never happy with my own smut writing. I had to do so much research, so google probably thinks I’m freaky naughty af. Which I suppose I am considering I wrote this lol. So, for those that are hardcore into this and think I didn’t portray it well enough, I’m sorry, I tried. And I learned quite a bit about myself, like the fact that if I ever get my hands on someone like Tae, I am so going to try this. Now enjoy, and excuse me as I go drench myself in holy water to cleanse myself of sin. 


“You know, I hate the winter. It reminds me of your cold heart.”

My now ex-boyfriend mutters this line, looking into the snowy sky. He sighs loudly and saunters off, without looking back. What a fucking drama queen. I can’t help but snort as I watch him disappear into the light snowfall, and wonder what movie he got that line from.

Cold heart.

I don’t have a cold heart. He was just a damn bore. He never wanted to do anything but watch movies, and freaked out if I suggested anything besides missionary. I’ve been thinking about breaking up with him for weeks now, but was putting it off because I knew he’d cry. This saved me all the hassle.

Note to self: Don’t date actors.

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Story time.

With the posts going around again about flirting with people at work, I’ll share one of mine. 

I honestly don’t mind people flirting with me. As long as it’s polite and respectful (preferably pun filled) I don’t care. But then some dude will make it weird by asking what time I get off work. I have never, ever, had a woman do this. It’s only men. 

So men who do this?

Do NOT ask people what time they get off work. 

When guys do that, I will have a manager walk me to my car. I will vary my route home and if I think someone is following me, I call the cops and change direction to the police station. (I’m white so I’m not afraid to do this, other people don’t have this luxury). 

“Oh don’t be so over dramatic,” I hear a guy groan as he rolls his eyes at a silly little female making up stories on the internet. 

I legit had a guy try to follow me home one time after I refused to tell him when I got off work. After forty minutes the cops intervened because I was crying to 911 that I didn’t want to be a Date Line episode. He told the cop that responded to my call he thought it would be funny to scare some manners into me. 

He told the cop that responded to my call he thought it would be funny to scare some manners into me.

The cop turns the tables and said if I called again, not only could dude be arrested for trespassing at my work, but my home as well, and I would have grounds for a stalking charge. 

Despite all that, my husband was so pissed off and worried that he would come to my work, walk me to my car, and then follow me home to make sure it didn’t happen again. He did that for weeks. To this day I still have people walk me to my truck and I will vary my route and I watch for a tail. It’s been almost a decade.

So, any time a guy asks me what time I’m off work, I wonder if he’s going to stalk me to the point of police intervention. Totally romantic.

Think Outside the Lovesquare Day 1: Wrong Number AU

(Just a note to clarify, I elected to use bolded text to indicate Adrien’s texts and italicized text to indicate the person texting him.)


Hey, are you back in France yet?

Adrien stared down at his phone. He wasn’t entirely sure who was texting him, but he could only guess it was someone working for his father. Maybe Nathalie needed a new number and hadn’t had the chance to tell him yet. He shrugged and replied.

Just got back today. I should be home soon.

How’s work?

Adrien raised a brow. Nathalie had been with him until the last two days, so she already had a pretty clear idea on how most of the work had gone. Maybe she just wanted to know about the last shoot.

Fine. Everyone seemed pretty happy with it.

Cool. Are you free this weekend?

Adrien checked his schedule, a bit confused that Nathalie was asking him, instead of the other way around.

I should be, yeah.

After all, she’d promised him a few days off after the grueling three weeks of travel and photo shoots and media attention. His calendar was indeed free aside from a fencing lesson he’d chosen to keep.

Wanna meet up?

Now he knew something was wrong. Nathalie wouldn’t ask

Wait. Is this Nathalie?

What? No, this is Nino.

After a moment, the mystery person added on.

I sat behind you last year.

Adrien frowned. So, it wasn’t Nathalie after all. That didn’t explain who it was, however.

Sat behind me? Where?

In class. Remember?

Now it was beginning to make sense. Adrien flopped back onto his bed and stared up at the screen. It really should have been obvious. After all, Nathalie and Chloe were the only ones who texted him.

I think you have the wrong number.

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RICK AND MORTY: POCKET LIKE YOU STOLE IT #2 (OF 5)

  • TINI HOWARD (W) • MARC ELLERBY (A/CA) • KATY FARINA (C/CA)
  • ALTERNATE COVER ILLUSTRATED BY D.J. KIRKLAND
  • Morty thinks he’s hit the jackpot when he stumbles upon a secret Morty haven, run by Crazy Cat Rick. All the food and cozy body pillows he could want! But he soon discovers that there’s a dastardly reason that the Mortys are so docile, and stumbles upon the grand secret of Morty battling.
  • AUGUST 16 / 32 Pages / Teen, 16+ / Humor, Sci-fi / $3.99

This is a real fun issue, but like the entire series is fun so I guess that’s no surprise! This is our Neko Atsume (OR NEKO ATSMORTY MORE LIKE IT NO WHAT YOU’RE A TERRIBLE PUN) inspired issue, you can’t say we don’t know when to stop lifting direct influence from video games, even those which may have slipped from the public awareness. Anyway we have a Tubby Morty, get excited.

I can’t wait to show off some more art of this series, it all feels locked away at this point, but hopefully it’ll be worth the wait. I started work on it in September last year if you can believe that, it’s been a really long process and I’m not sure how I feel about keeping so much away from public view. But anyway #1 is out in about 6 weeks from @onipress, please pre-order this series. Do it for your old pal Ellerby.

❝ I didn’t want to lose you...  ❞

Plot: Jungkook thinks you are cheating on him but in reality it’s something else entirely.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Words Count: 2,5k+

Genre: Slightly angst / Fluff

For Anon, I hope you like it cutie! 

kyu.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

‘Okay and then move your leg this way, Y/N.’ A voice instructed.

‘Like this, Hoseok?’ You asked, doing as he said.

‘Perfect.’ A smiled adorned his face.

You and Hoseok took up residence at one of the dancing rooms inside BIG HIT. You had been perfecting some choreography with him since he was a dancing machine. Both of you practiced long and hard, but only when he had free time so that meant it was mostly in the evening or weird times during the day. The melodic beat filled the room as you both got into position, starting to dance. The dance was an intimate one, and one you knew your boyfriend knew very well. There was much holding and touching involved. Your body moved to the beat as you got lost in the music, finishing off you both panted just as your phone rang.

‘Hello?’ You answered, short of breath.

‘Jagi?’ A voice asked, ‘Are you okay? You sound short of breath.’

‘I’m fine Kookie,’ You smiled at your boyfriends concern, ‘What’s up?’

‘Are you busy tonight?’ He asked.

Seok threw you a towel, to which you used to wipe the sweat from your neck, ‘I am with Hoseok oppa.’

‘Again?’ You heard him whining and couldn’t help but chuckle at his childishness.

‘Yeah ummmmm, he is helping me with something.’ You lied, biting your bottom lips, ‘Listen I have to go, bye!’

With that, you ended the call and held the phone against your chest and let out a sigh. You hated lying to him, but you wanted this to be a surprise. You wanted to show him that you really cared about him and what he did. You were a pretty great dancer, but nothing compared to BTS. Pulling the phone away from your skin, you looked at the lock screen shining at you. It was a picture of you and your loving boyfriend of a year.

‘Why are you not telling him the truth?’ Hoseok asked, pulling you out of your train of thought.

‘Cause I want this to be a surprise.’ You reminded before pouting ‘Please don’t tell him? PRETTY PLEASE!?’

‘Aish, how can I say no to that face!’ The dancer grabbed you in a playful headlock and ruffled your hair as the both of you laughed.

Your friendship with Hoseok was something of a best friend and brother all wrapped up in one. He was always there to listen to you rant and willing to lend a helping hand. After another hour, you both finished up and you grabbed your things and headed home. Pressing the code to open the door, you walked in and removed your shoes before placing your bag down. Walking to the kitchen, you saw some food laying on the counter and you couldn’t help but smile.

‘You pabo.’ You chuckled, grabbing the stuff and preheating it.

Sitting down, you all but scoffed the food down. You hadn’t eaten all day and this food made your body feel a whole lot better. Placing the dishes in the sink, you walked to the bedroom and saw Jungkook passed out. You figured he wanted to spend the night here and not the dorms. Walking to the bed, you stroked his head before going to the bathroom. You left a trail of clothing leading to the shower before putting the water on and stepping in. The warm water soothed your muscles as you ran your hand through your hair, just as a cold wind hit your back.

‘You are so beautiful…’ A husky voice whispered in your ear.

You smiled to yourself, ‘Did I wake you?’

‘Yeah but I am happy you are finally home.’ His fingers travelled around your skin, ‘Why were you so late?’

‘I was busy.’

‘With?’

‘Things’

You trailed off as you got lost in his presence. You loved the way he made your body feel. Just his simple touch made your skin feel like fire. His hands rested on your hips as he massaged circles on your hip bones. You pressed yourself against him but your tired body refused to become active. Pushing yourself away from him slightly, you turned to hold his face in your hands.

‘Not tonight,’ You pressed your forehead against his.

‘Why not?’ He asked.

‘I am tired. Can we please just finishing showering and go to bed?’ You asked, looking at the disappointment in his eyes.

He nodded his head and allowed you to peck his lips. Both of you got out the shower, dried off and changed into some clothing before crashing on the bed. He held you close that night, as if he was going to have you ripped from his hold. Soon the night turned to day and you left for gym at 5am and left him alone in bed. This routine followed for weeks to a point where he was just spending his nights at the dorm.

‘Yah!’ Yoongi scolded, ‘Will you get off the couch and go outside like a normal human?’

‘I left the dorm this morning.’ The younger corrected, not even looking at the rapper.

‘Going to work isn’t ‘leaving’ the dorm, Jungkook.’ Yoongi scolded, ‘And show some respect when talking to your elders.’

‘Sorry hyung.’ He continued looking at the TV.

The elder just sighed in irritation and walked to the kitchen. He found Jimin and Namjoon talking about something that seemed more interesting then his dead maknae on the couch. Walking to the fridge, he opened it to grab a bottle of water before walking up to his other members. Jungkook remained in the lounge with a vacant look in his eyes.

‘What’s up with the maknae?’ Yoongi asked, opening the bottle and taking a long drag of water.

‘Beats me,’ Namjoon stuck his head out and spotted the younger on the couch, ‘He has been like that for weeks. He goes to work and then comes back and does nothing all day.’

‘What about Y/N?’ Jimin asked, ‘Surly he goes to see her?’

‘Not that I know off.’ The leader sighed, ‘I wonder what’s up with him.’

‘Here’s an idea, ASK HIM!’ Jimin smacked the side of the elder’s head, ‘What type of leader are you!?’

‘Fine fine, I am going. Aish this kid!’ He rubbed the spot that was assaulted, walking to Jungkook, ‘Why so down Kookie?’

The younger stood up and walked away from his leader just as he heard Yoongi shouting from the kitchen, ‘Has anyone seen Seok!?’

‘He said he is with Y/N!’ Jin shouted from his room, causing Jungkook to tighten his hand into a fist.

There was something that Jungkook was, and it wasn’t a jealous man. He trusted Y/N with everything yet he started to doubt the trust. Every time he phoned, she was busy or with his fellow member. Walking into his empty bedroom, he slammed the door and pulled out his phone. Hitting dial, he waited for the other side to pick up.

‘Hello?’

‘Where are you?’

‘Oh hey, Kookie,’ You panted hard, ‘With Hoseok.’

‘Why are you panting?’ He asked.

‘Oh ummm-’ The call cut.

At that moment, every possible scenario that ran though his head was that of his lover with another man. The idea of another touch your skin, kissing your lips or even pleasuring you in anyway caused him to build with rage. Grabbing his hoodie and mask he ran out the dorm. He drove to your apartment and waited there for you. Pacing up and down, the hours ticked by before he heard the door open and close.

‘Where have you been?’ He growled through the darkness.

‘Oh my god!’ You screamed, ‘What are you doing here in the dark!?’

‘Answer my question.’ He walked towards you as the lights switched on.

‘I told you I was with Hoseok.’ You removed your hoodie, ‘I did tell you this.’

‘Why did the call cut?’

‘My phone died.’

‘Are you cheating on me?’ He question blunt, causing you to chuckle, ‘Is this funny?’

‘Well your question is, yes,’ You smirked, ‘I am not cheating on you, Kookie.’

‘Then what!?’ He finally snapped, ‘You spend more time with Hoseok then with me. You never want to be intimate with me and I am fucking tired of having a RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR VOICEMAIL!’

‘I have just been busy,’ You shrug, ‘I am tired and not in the mood to fight with you. I have told you I am not cheating on you so take it as you wish. Now you either come to shower with me and then sleep or you go back to the dorms. Which do you pick?’

With that, he pushed pass you and slammed the door shut. You knew you should run after him and clarify this whole mix up, but you were tired and this wasn’t the first time he accused you of cheating. You were close to Hoseok, everyone knew that, but Jungkook had other plans floating about his handsome head. Sighing, you went to put your phone on charge before showering and sleeping. Tonight you were exhausted and the comfort of your bed had you drifting to sleep in a split second.

‘Where is he?’ The younger came bursting through the door, ‘WHERE?!’

‘Yah! Stop shouting you brat,’ Namjoon scolded, ‘Where the hell where you to begin with?’

‘At Y/N’s,’ He fumed, ‘You told me to leave the dorm, so I did, now where is Hoseok?’

‘I believe it’s hyung to you, mister,’ Said male walked into the lounge, fresh out the shower in some new clothing, ‘What’s up Kook?’

In a split second, Hoseok found himself stumbling back from an impact on his jawline from his maknae. It was a hard punch, but nothing to leave a large bruise or any damage. The elder’s quickly grabbed the younger before he could go in and add more issues to the situation. Jin held onto the younger who tired to break free from his elder’s grasp. He kicked and screamed, trying to get free from the hold.

‘What the fuck, Kook!?’ Hoseok yelled.

‘Are you fucking my girlfriend?’ He demanded, ‘Tell me now before I have to beat the shit out of you!’

‘What? No!’ He defended, getting to his feet.

‘Then why are you spending so much time with her and at the most random hours!?’

‘I ummmm we are just hanging out.’

‘DOING WHAT?!’

Hoseok knew he should tell the younger everything, but he promised you that he would keep this all a secret. A secret he was willing to keep even after being punched in the face. After much screaming, the members restrained Jungkook and all but locked him in his room to calm down. Namjoon checked Hoseok for any damage before they all went to bed with Yoongi letting the younger out later due to him needing to pee. The rapper all but warned him to not lay a finger on Hoseok as he slept.

‘Why don’t you tell him,’ Hoseok asked, ‘Like he did accuse you of cheating.’

‘Which he has done before.’ You placed your bag on the floor, ‘He will understand once this is all done.’

‘I guess.’ The elder sighed, pulling his cap lower and restraining himself from telling the tale of last night, ‘Ready to start?’

‘Yeah,’ You beamed, ‘The other’s gone home?’

‘I think so.’ He smiled, music blaring through the studio.

Meanwhile, a distressed maknae walked through the halls. He knew he should go home, but he was still pissed off. All day his hyung’s scolded him about wanting to kill Hoseok. Before everyone left, he noticed that his elder had booked out a dance studio for the night. Everyone else had gone home from his group so he figured it was a perfect time to get his proper answer. Walking down the halls, he bumped into Leehyun.

‘Not gone home yet, Kook?’ The elder asked.

‘No,’ He faked a smile, ‘I am looking for Hoseok, have you seen him hyung?’

‘Hoseok?’ He repeated, ‘I saw him in the dance studio a few seconds ago, he is with your girlfriend.’

‘Y/N?’ He asked.

‘Yeah, they were busy…’ The fellow lablemate trailed off as he saw that younger storm down the hallway, ‘I will never understand kids these day.’

Going back to his business, Jungkook stormed down the narrow walk way. He followed the noise of the music and was about to burst in, when he noticed the door slightly opened. The music had stopped and his eyes grew large in size as he saw you in the arms of Hoseok, with your legs wrapped around his waist. Both of you were panting and were about to speak when the door swung open with a loud noise.

‘So you are fucking her and you using the dance studio to cover up the noise!’ Jungkook accused, ‘Do you need me to punch you again, Hoseok?’

‘Fucking? Punching?’ You got out of the elders hold, ‘What are you talking about?’

‘Oh I see you haven’t told her.’ The younger fumed, about to lunge at his hyung but was stopped by you standing in front of the dancer, ‘Now you defending him!?’

‘WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!’ You shouted.

‘This!’ Your boyfriend pointed at you and Hoseok, ‘I know you are sleeping with him!’

‘Why the hell would you think that!?’ You demanded, before looking at Hoseok, ‘What happened last night?’

‘How about you remove that hat hyung, instead of hiding behind it.’ The younger smirked.

‘Jungkook punched me last night,’ The hat was removed and revealed a slight purplish mark on the dancer’s jawline, ‘He has this bizarre idea that I am fucking you so will you PLEASE TELL HIM WHAT IS HAPPENING!’

‘Oh god,’ You touched his jawline, causing him to flinch, ‘You are an idiot, Jungkook! I am not sleeping with him!’

‘THEN WHAT!’ He screamed.

‘Please tell him before I start having a phobia of him wanting to suffocate me in my sleep.’ Hoseok pointed out.

‘He has a point.’ The younger chipped in causing you to roll your eyes.

‘He was teaching me a choreography you idiot! I have been spending my free time learning the moves because I wanted to surprise you with it. I wanted it to do something we could do together and have you be proud of me!’ You explained as he stood there motionless.

The younger seemed to be paralysed as he heard you confess everything that now made sense in his head. The position he saw the two of you in now made sense and so does the late night sessions. He himself knew how busy the group was and that late evening seemed to only be their escape and rest time. He mentally slapped himself fifty thousand times before grasping you into a tight hug and kissed the top of your head.

‘I am always proud of you baby, not matter what you do.’ He whispered.

‘Yet you punched your hyung and accused me of cheating.’ You scoffed sarcastically, face smushed into his chest.

‘I am sorry, you know I am impulsive.’ He confessed, ‘I just didn’t want to lose you…’

‘And you wont, but you just have to trust me, okay?’ You asked, looking up at him.

‘I will trust you from now on, I promise and I am sorry.’ He kissed your forehead.

‘And no punching your hyung’s!’ You scolded.

‘And no punching my hyung’s….’ He repeated like a child.

‘Good boy!’

One Day

Summary: pastel!dan is a kindergarten teacher and is married to punk!youtuber!phil, who he hates and doesn’t get along with at all. They’re parents forced them to marry each other. Dan is unhappy but things finally take a turn.

Genre: AU, Fluff

Word Count: 2,792

A/N: I changed the prompt slightly because I can’t enough of pastel!dan.

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SnapChat Mishaps -Pt 2

 { I didn’t plan on writing a second part to any of the one shots but this one seems to be one of the favorites so I figured I’d turn it into a mini series. Please message me or comment or something to let me know if I should keep going with it ! Otherwise i might not ,xoxoxo}

Snapchat Mishaps One shot       { Master List}


    WHY?! why would Bucky come to my room? did he think this was a serious invitation?! Fuck.  Rapid knocks on your door startle you out of your thoughts, making your body freeze with panic. Maybe if I don’t answer-

“ Doll, I know youre in there.” Damn It.  You quickly roll off your bed to slid your robe over your bare body . You slowly open your door, and he is right there . His cheeks are slightly flushed, and his eyes are lust blown, the usual blue almost fully over taken with black. Fuck .

“Is there something you need Barnes?” you ask , crossing your arms over your chest as you speak .

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“ Oh I think you know the answer to that Doll.” his voice is dripping with want, theres no denying that.  You raise an eyebrow at him, a dirty smirk spreading across your face. I’m so going to have fun with this. 

Bucky is a little shit on a daily basis , making fun of you ,  annoying the shit of you constantly & then the next second he’s a flirty little jackass. Who thinks like that ? Let me just annoy this shit out of this girl,  then try to flirt my way into her pants . What a fucking ass.

“ Arent you going to invite me in ?” he asks when you don’t answer him .

“ No , I’m not. “you simply answer, making his eyes widen as you add ,” The snaps weren’t an invitation Barnes, and frankly, I don’t think  you’ve earned the right to come in just yet. So no , I’m not inviting in your room . But you know what I am going to do?“ you ask, stepping closer to him , you slowly run your hands up his chest,

” I’m going to go back in my room, drop this robe , and fuck myself . Over and over again . And you know what? Maybe , just maybe, ill think of you while I do it. Maybe ill imagine your hands, running down my body , rolling my nipples between your metal fingers, or maybe ill think about what it would feel like having your fingers fucking my tight, wet pussy . Mmm, ill probably imagine how good it would feel to ride your- “

 ” jesus Christ Y/n.“ Bucky half moans, half growls out . You glide one of your hands down his body , until it lands over his hard bulge  .Holy Fucking Hell .

” Good night Bucky.“ you lean up, gently kissing his cheek  .  He doesn’t move as you step back into your room ,his eyes never leaving you . 

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Before closing your door, you drop your robe, watching as his eyes drink in the sight of your bare body . He releases another growl, sending a new shock of heat straight to your core. You send him a wink before closing the door. You know it was a dick move to be that much of a tease, but God, was it fucking worth it to see the look on his face .

 You crawl back into your bed, immediately opening your snap, Time for the real fun.

  The First Snap : you start recording as you move your free hand to your chest, tugging and rolling your hard nipples between your fingers , letting out breathy moans as you do .  When the video cuts, you send it Bucky without hesitation.

 The Second. : You don’t wait, and start recording the next snap, your hand moving down to your clit, rubbing tight, hard circles around it . you don’t hold in the moans, letting them fall from your lips  . Send.

The Last One: you wait a couple minutes, building yourself up until youre near your finish . When you feel the knot in you tighten , you start the snap . You angle the camera so your mouth , and bare chest are in view as you plunge your fingers in and out of your pussy . You don’t want to show him every part of you , well not yet atleast. The sounds from your movements are obscene , and very audible ,  right as the video is about to end, you finish , Buckys name escaping your lips in moan as you cum all over your fingers. You can see your body arching, as you come undone, and its oddly satisfying when you rewatch it before you send it.  Happy with the outcome, you send to it Bucky . And wait for his response

 He didn’t reply for a few minutes, & it drove you insane. When your notifications finally went off your pulse picked up . you let out a deep breath as you open his video . It was of him, fucking himself with his hand, and moaning your name as he finishs, his cum shooting out over his chest .  They way he moans your name ignites a new fire in you  .  As torturous as this is for him, its just as bad for you now; and you didn’t plan on that. Sure, you always thought he was attractive, but his annoying  habits were difficult to ignore.  You didn’t think watching him do that to himself, would turn you on so much .  I really need to think of the outcomes of things before I do shit like this.


Its been a week, and everyday , you and Bucky would send dirty snaps back and forth . You’ve never been so sexually frustrated in your life, even when you get yourself off , its not enough  . You cant get the image of Bucky fucking you out of your head, and its all you want now . But is that a step you really want to take? Once its done , theres no going back .  I have to work with him, see him everyday , can I do that if I give in? If I let him fuck me, if I let him do whatever he wants to me? Will I be able to look him in the eyes without feeling awkward?  The flirting was limited only to snaps, besides his normal everyday flirting.  Its clear neither of you wanted to let people in on what game the two of you are playing. 

Its finally your day off, which means you sleep in until noon . When you finally wake up, you drag yourself out of your room , deciding against pants . When you walk into the kitchen , you aren’t surprised that its empty, everyone always does their own things in the afternoon, whether its training, a mission or just relaxing.  

 Youre facing the coffee pot, finally taking your first sip of your morning cup of crack when two hands appear on either side on you on the counter . One metal , one flesh . WTF?

” I thought you were going to sleep the entire day away doll.“ Buckys lips are right next to your ear, barely grazing them as he speaks. His lips glide down your neck, barely touching but just enough to make you squirm.

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” well you thought wrong . “  you have to hold in a whimper when he moves closer and his body presses tightly against your back. You can feel his bulge against your ass, making your body want to move back against him. Hes taking this to a new level,  shit. Its been a silent understandment, whoever caves first loses . And by caves, you mean whoever jumps the other one for sex first ,loses. And you aren’t about to give him the satisfaction  of winning .

 You decide to go with  it, moving your ass back against him. His hand jump from the counter to your waist, his grip tight enough that you know youll have bruises; but you don’t care .  He holds you against him, light moans leaving his lips as you grind yourself back against him . Its affecting you as much as it is him, you can feel a wetspot forming on your underwear , and are regretting not wearing pants now .

” Did you think about me Bucky? While you fucked yourself did you think about how tight my pussy would feel, wrapped around you dick as you fuck into me?  “

” Of course I did doll, fuck,  I haven’t been able to think about anything else. did you- did you think of me baby?“ he admits, and you know you have him.  You turn in his arms and lean up , hovering your lips over his.

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” Oh James, I thought of you taking me in every possible way . “ he moves to connect your lips but you back up . You place your hands behind you , lifting yourself up to sit on the counter . He steps forward to place himself between your legs, but you stick your hand up stopping him . He raises an eyebrow in question , but it drops as soon as your hand moves to your pussy . You lift your legs onto the counter, spreading yourself infront of him . His eyes fly to between your legs, watching as your finger draws circles into your clothed clit.  His metal hand moves to his crotch , palming at himself as he watches.

” Doll, please -“

” Do you want to see Bucky ? See how I’m dripping for you?’ you purr .  He still hasn’t actually seen you do it yourself , that was your one rule you had for youself . You never sent him a snap of your fingers in you, so hes really only seen your clit.  But at this moment, you want him to see everything. You want him to cave, to fuck you . You want Bucky Barnes to fuck you so badly , you even consider caving first ; but then snap out of your horny daze to realize you can win this without having to give; there’s no way he’ll be able to keep this up that much longer . He frantically nods ‘yes’ to your question , widening the smirk on your face as he does. As you go to pull your panties to the side, the sound of footsteps echoe from the hall . Of fucking course. You quickly hop off the counter, and away from Bucky .

 Steve and Sam walk in, their conversation stopping when they see you .

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“ look who finally woke - whoa whats going on in here?” sam asks . You let out an awkward laugh in response, grabbing your cup of coffee as you go to leave. It feels as if theres a puddle in your underwear, and its extremely uncomfortable , you need to get out here asap .

“ Ill see you boys later . ”

You hear them call their goodbyes as you step onto the elevator, before the  doors close Bucky runs down the hall, stopping infront of the doors as they begin closing. he doesn’t step in , just says,

“ This isn’t over doll .”

“ Oh sweetheart, you wont last much longer.“

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Yongguk\Reader\Namjoon | So, You Don’t Love Her? (M)

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Originally posted by rapnamu

Request: Namjoon + reader + yongguk daddy kink smut??

Genre: smut. daddy kink. poly!relationship. the tinest itty bitty pinch of angst, i can’t stress the smallness more.

Warning: dirty talk. overstimulation. oral. praise kink. orgasm fixation.
Length: 4.5k

Summary: After meeting Namjoon and Yongguk and being proposed to join a poly relationship with them, you all started a happy life.

(not proofread)


Namjoon was a cold man. Not in a cruel way, just in the way that he didn’t like to let his emotions show. He was only 22 but he was wildly successful. He had a head position at the company he worked at.

The thing about Namjoon is, he likes control. Everything must be done the way he wants, and he expects his rules to be followed. He was a tickler for rules and order. He plans everything out and gets it done.

Yongguk is the clear opposite. He was a warm man with a gummy smile that lit up the room. He was the oldest of the three of you, 27. He was a mechanic, well he owned the shop, so he often came home a mess. His curly hair matted to his face from sweat, and blotches of grease and oil on his clothes and skin.

Yongguk was a free spirit. He was spontaneous, often going out in the middle of the night for a random food run. He was a soft, kind man. He never lost his temper and he was always gentle to those he loved.

And then there’s you. The girl who has both these men wrapped around your finger.

-

You had met Namjoon first. You two met in a coffee shop in the winter time. He had been sitting in the corner, working on his laptop. His blonde hair had been pushed back off his forehead, showing the deep furrow in his brows. He had been gnawing on his lip in concentration. He was incredibly handsome.

You had just gotten your hair done that day and were feeling confident, so you approached him. He had greeted you with a brow raised, leaning back in his seat with his hands folded over his stomach.

“What can I help you with, darling?” He had asked in a smooth voice. It had sent shivers down your spine. You quickly lost your confidence and began to flounder.

He had smirked, “Have a seat then.”

So, you did. And the two of you hit it off quickly. You talked for a while, drinking your coffees and enjoying each other company. By the end, you had exchanged numbers and began meeting casually.

-

It wasn’t long afterwards that you met Yongguk. Your car had been having troubles so you had been advised to take it in to the local mechanic’s shop, a suggestion by Namjoon himself. The one Bang Yongguk worked in. What a dream meeting.

He had come out from the back, a ratty wife-beater on his slender frame that was grease stains all over it. A large chest tattoo was on full display along with various arm tattoos. He came to the reception desk, wiping his hands off on a rag.

“Hey sweetheart, something I can help with?” His voice was so deep it shocked you. He looked at you, breaking out into a kind, gummy smile. God, he was beautiful.

“U-Um…yeah…my car’s been making a rattling noise for the past week…I was advised to come get it checked…” You said, your voice had trailed off as he lifted his wife-beater to wipe the sweat off his face. It revealed his toned abdomen and left a smudge of grease on his face.

“Sure honey, let me get some forms for you to fill out.”

He had checked out your car and given the proper care. As you were leaving, he had suddenly asked you on a date. You had quickly agreed.

-

It was only a couple months later that you found out the two of them were actually friends. At first you had been embarrassed about having been caught chatting with two men. But they assured you that there was nothing wrong with it.

“You’re a beautiful single woman, ____.” Yongguk had said, a shy smile on his face.

“We don’t mind if you see us both, darling.” Namjoon had added after taking a sip of some expensive champagne.

After seeing them both for a while, they had suddenly sat you down.

“_____, there’s something we should tell you.” He took off a pair of glasses he was wearing and placed them on the table, before folding his hands in front of him. He always looked like he was in a business meeting, not that you complained because he looked sexy as hell doing it.

Yongguk on the other hand, was lounging back in the seat drinking a coke. His chocolate eyes darted between the two of you.

“What is it?” You asked, frowning.

“Yongguk and I have a…proposition for you. Something that would surely benefit all three of us.” Namjoon liked to draw things out. He took forever to get to the point.

You guessed Yongguk got tired of it too because he blurted out, “What do you think about polyamory?”

Namjoon heaved a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Have you no finesse, Yongguk?”

The tattooed man had only giggled as he sipped his coke.

“Polyamory? You mean having multiple partners?” You asked, earning a nod from Namjoon. Yongguk had almost finished his coke by now, never even putting the cup down.

“You see, ____, Yongguk and I have an agreement. We both willingly share a woman if she consents to it. And since we both like you a considerable amount, we figured we should ask what you think. I know you like both of us too, that’s what we were hoping for.”  He took a soft breath, glancing at Yongguk. “We both completely understand if you want no part of this, a lot of people find this…arrangement…to be rather strange.”

Yongguk, finishing his drink and putting his cup down, spoke up again. “We just need a yes or no from you, sweetheart.”

“But we won’t rush you. Take all the time you need to think about this. Research it if you must, or contact us if you have any questions about it.”

“Joon, why do you have to make everything sound like you’re closing a business deal?”

“I am a business man.”

“But ____ isn’t a business partner!”

“Are you really going to argue with me on this Yongguk?”

You giggled, their bickering always made you laugh. Mostly because of the opposite dynamic between the two of them.

“I will think about it, guys.” You had assured.

-

And it took about 2 weeks before you had contacted Namjoon to tell him you wanted to meet again to give them your answer.

You three met at a fancy restaurant. Yongguk was there first and you sat down with him while you both waiting for Namjoon to show up.

“Whatever your answer is, _____, I just want you to know that both of us have really enjoyed having you around. It’s…been a while since our last relationship. We’ve both been hoping that we’d meet someone.” Yongguk was speaking seriously, looking out the window. Probably looking for Namjoon’s car.

“How long’s it been?” You asked, watching him purse his lips at the question.

“Eh…I’d say 2 and a half years.” He mumbled. “It didn’t end well last time. The girl we were with…she cheated on us. Some post British guy. Namjoon was furious and refused to try again even though I was down to searching again. It took him a while to get over her.” Suddenly, his eyes widened. “B-But he’s over her now. I- We both are, I mean. W-We wouldn’t be asking you to do this if we weren’t you know-“

You gigged, about to assure the man when Namjoon approached to table with a sigh.

“Meeting took longer than expected, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. We were just having a nice talk.” You smiled, watching him discard his blazer and put it on the back of the chair beside him.

“So, I don’t think there’s any point in postponing it. What’s your answer, ____?”

“Joon! Be more gentle about it! You’ll scare her off if you keep up this cold-guy façade!”

“It’s not a façade.”

“You- “

“I agree to it.” You giggled out before they could begin bickering more.

“You do?” Yongguk asked, a big guy smile spreading across his face.

You nodded, your hair bouncing around your face as Yongguk heaved a sigh of relief.

“Waiter, a bottle of your finest champagne please!” Namjoon bustled, with a smile on his face that showed off his dimples.

-

A year passed. The relationship between the two of you was going smoothly. You had moved in with them, as it turned out they had been living together for years. Both men had opened their door to you with open arms. You all quickly fell into a routine.

Yongguk left in the morning at 5 to open up shop and get everything ready for the day. Then Namjoon left at 9 to get to the office. You stayed home, doing some house work and spending the day cooking for both men for when they got home.

At the beginning of the relationship you tried to convince them to let you keep your job waitressing, and they did. Until they realized how run down you had become. Then they began to raise their protests. But when you came home crying because of a rude customer and your boss screaming at you for how you responded, they officially told you to quit.

You felt bad because you didn’t want to depend on them like that, but they assured you they both made enough money. And they said if you managed to find another job that wasn’t waitressing, to go for it. But you didn’t, so you’ve remained like this.

You couldn’t complain, it was a nice way to spend your days.

Unfortunately, during your time alone at the apartment one day, you got a visitor. You had been washing the dishes when the doorbell rang. Heaving a sigh, you wiped your hands off on a rag while walking to the door to answer.

When you opened the door, there was a girl there. She was probably a little older than you. Her brown hair was curled and fell around her shoulders, her lips were painted red and she wore an expensive pair of sunglasses. Judging by her Gucci purse, you could only assume the skin tight red dress and 6 inch black heels she wore were also designer.

When she heard the door open, she smiled brightly only to see it was you and the smile faded.

“Oh…who are you? Where are Joon and Guk?” Her voice held some degree of malice.

Joon and Guk? They must be close. You thought.

“They’re not home yet. Yongguk should be home in about 15 minutes.”

“Oh, I know when he’ll be home honey.” She said, eying you up and down. “I guess I’ll come back another day. What a pain.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder with a sigh.

“I can take your name and give it to them if you’d like.”

She furrowed her brows and spoke again. “Who are you anyway? A house sitter?”

You chuckled. “Ah, no. I’m their…uh…roommate.”

“I see. Anyway, don’t bother telling them I was here I’ll just come by again when one of them’s home.”

With that, she turned around and clicked her way down the hallway. The oven timer started going off so you shut the door and hurried over to get the food out.

Right on time, Yongguk strode through the door with a loud greeting.

“Dinner ready, babygirl? Joon should be home soon, he called to say he needed to pick up some wine or something, you know him.”

“Yeah, it’s ready. You can start eating if you’d like.” You didn’t bother telling him about the visitor, as she told you not too. To be honest, you didn’t really care enough.

“Nah, I’ll wait.”

And Namjoon came home with two bottles of wine, sat down for dinner with you two. You stayed up together for a little while before you all headed to bed.

To be honest, you completely forgot about the female visitor until she showed up again on a Sunday a month and a half later.

This time she was wearing a babypink graphic tee over a pair of ripped jeans and a pair of nude heels. Her brown hair was up and she didn’t have any sunglasses on. She was…incredibly beautiful. Model material.

“Oh, you again. They home?” She asked, forsaking a greeting.

“Um…Yongguk is.” You said.

“Cool,” you sputtered in surprise as she barged her way into the house. “Gukkie, baby!”

Baby?

Yongguk came wandering out of the bedroom with a confused look on his face but it changed into a glare. You’d never seen such a nasty look on that man’s face.

“Keiko…” He clicked his jaw in annoyance. “The fuck are you doing here?”

“Don’t act like that, baby. I came to talk to you and Joonie. I want to explain everythi-“ Yongguk held up his hand.

“Save it, Keiko. Neither of us care anymore.”

“Well obviously you do, or else you wouldn’t look so angry with me.”

“I’m not angry with you, I’m angry that you have the balls to show up here after what you did.” Yongguk stormed through the living room towards the door. “I suggest you leave before Namjoon gets here.”

“No, I’m going to wait for him. We both know he’s always been the sensible one.”

There was a pregnant pause that Yongguk took to glare a hole through the girl.

“Um…what’s going on?” You asked softly, drawing their attention to you.

She was about to say something when the door opened, bumping Yongguks shoulder.

“Shit, sorry.” Namjoon said, patting his shoulder before shutting the door. He hadn’t noticed Keiko’s presence yet. But when he did, he straightened up.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Keiko?” He repeated the same thing Yongguk did earlier. “Get the fuck out of this house right now or I’ll throw you out myself.”

“Joonie, baby…”

“Don’t call me that. You lost that privilege years ago. To show up here isn’t only stupid but disrespectful.” He seethed.

“Disrespectful?” The other girl ground out. “To who! I’m just trying to fix things.”

“To me and Yongguk and most importantly _____.” He shouted, gesturing angrily to you, making you jump.

“It’s been 3 and half years since you cheated on us Keiko. We’ve moved on. We have _____ now.” Yongguk said, pulling you against his side.

“We don’t need you. We don’t want you, Keiko.” Namjoon snarled, getting into her face. “Leave.”

Keiko scoffed, her eyes tearing up. You didn’t know if it was in humiliation or if she was really upset she lost them. Either way, she stormed out of the house and slammed the door, making you jump.

“What the heck was that about…?” You whispered.

“Who the fuck cares.” Namjoon snarled before storming out of the living room to his office.

Yongguk sighed, wandering to the couch to sit down.

“Guk, what-“

“I don’t want talk about it _____.”

“But-“

“No, _____. Drop it.” Yongguk hissed, before he too disappeared. This time to the bedroom.

You sighed, sinking into the spot Yongguk just vacated.

-

You huffed softly, sitting on the couch watching an old drama rerun. Things have been tense in the house since Keiko came around to stir the pot. Namjoon’s barely been home, picking up extra hours at the office to avoid the house. And Yongguk has been angrier, losing his temper on the smallest shit.

You’d basically been walking on eggshells, and quite frankly you were growing tired of it.

Yongguk was holed away in the bedroom, doing god knows what.

Probably sulking you mused.

It was 11:45 before Namjoon strode through the door. He looked a mess. His tie was pulled down and his hair was everywhere like he had been messing with it all day. And moreso, he smelled like he’d been drinking.

That wasn’t unusual, but he never drank to get drunk.

“What are you doing up?” He snapped, throwing his blazer on a coat hook.

“Just…can’t sleep…” You mumbled, careful not to say something to piss him off.

“Well go to bed. I don’t want you up.”

You scoffed, “That’s a bit rude.”

“Don’t test me _____.” He growled.

“What’s going on with you Namjoon?” You ground out. “You’ve been acting like this ever since Keiko came. You and Yongguk. Why are you both doing this?” Your voice had slowly risen throughout your questioning. You could hear Yongguk open the bedroom door, signaling he was joining the scene.

“Don’t talk to me like that _____. Watch your mouth.”

You rolled your eyes. “Stop the act Namjoon. You’re the one acting like an asshole. You and Yongguk. I get you’re both upset about her showing up, but I don’t deserve to be treated like this! Why are you even so bothered by this, she cheated on you! She doesn’t deserve you acting so upset over this!”

“Don’t you think I fucking know that, _____?!” Namjoon shouted, getting into your face. “And don’t you fucking talk about her like that.”

Yongguk was standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall watching it all unfold.

“What, are you still in love with her? Is that what the problem is?” You whispered.

You watched Namjoon still and swallow sharply, obviously hesitating. “I’m going to shower.” Is all he said before he stormed to the bathroom.

You scoffed in disbelief, sitting back down as you felt the sting of tears.

“Don’t mind that, sweetheart. I’ll talk to him.” Yongguks baritone reverberated through the room before he left you alone with your thoughts.

“…she cheated on us. Some post British guy. Namjoon was furious and refused to try again even though I was down to searching again. It took him a while to get over her.”

Yongguks words passed through your mind.

Did Keiko showing back up make Namjoon’s feelings come back?

You decided to sleep on the couch that night. You couldn’t stomach sleeping with them after what just happened. You fell asleep watching nighttime television and holding in your tears.

A few days passed before they finally sat you down to talk to you about it all.

“I know if you’re angry with us _____, I completely understand…” Namjoon mumbled, dropping his face into his hands. You kept your eyes on Yongguk who sat across from you in the arm chair, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Why’d you behave like that?” You asked, biting your lip to stop the quiver in your voice from showing too much.

Namjoon sighed. “_____, it’s complicated.”

“No, it’s not Namjoon.” Yongguk grumbled.

“I was just…hurt I guess.” Namjoon whispered, looking up at you. “Being cheated on after devoting yourself to a relationship like that…I was so hurt afterwards. I didn’t have to deal with her all this time. Then she just showed up acting like we were the ones who wanted her. Like we would wait for her after what she did? It pissed me off so much. I just…took it out on you. On both of you.”

“Dumbass.” Yongguk grumbled.

Namjoon chuckled. “I know…____…don’t you have anything to say?”

You sighed. “I guess I can understand that, Namjoon…”

“Atta girl.” Yongguk praised. “Now, what do you say we take this to the bedroom for some passionate, hot make-up sex?”

“Real subtle Guk.”

“I am who I am, Joon.”

“You’re a joke.”

“Tell me that while ____ choking on my dick.”

-

Your bare back hit the bed, making you bounce slightly. In an instant, Namjoon was over you with his lips attached to your neck. He was creating little red marks all over the sensitive skin, drawing tiny whimpers from your lips.

Yongguk, who had shed his shirt, climbed in behind you so you could lean against his lap.

“Joon’s got a treat for you, babygirl.” He ground out, feeling your weight against his hard on in his jeans.

Namjoon’s rough hands spread your legs, exposing your wet pussy to his eyes for the first time in a long while.

“Shit babygirl, look at that…so fucking wet…”

“You want Joonie to eat your little cunt, baby?” Yongguk asked, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Yes!” You cried out, feeling Namjoon’s breath against your wetness.

“Yes, what baby?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“Fuck, that’s it. Call me that again.” Namjoon commanded, you could see him grinding against the bed.

Then, in a flash he was eating your cunt for all he was worth. His tongue slid desperately against your clit, drawing cries from you. He was slurping up every drop you gave him. He was moaning like a madman into your cunt as he tasted you.

“Fuck, that’s it Joon. Does our babygirl taste good? Huh? How’s her cunt taste?”

Namjoon pulled back with a groan to look at Yongguk over your shoulder.

“So fucking good. She’s so fucking sweet.” Namjoon suddenly introduced his fingers, sliding in two slender digits into your gripping pussy. “God, _____, I’m gonna make you cum so hard.”

“Ah, Daddy, that feels suh-so good!” You whined, gripping Yongguk’s biceps behind you, trying to keep yourself grounded while Namjoon dove back in to swirl his tongue around your clit.

“Joonie eating your pussy good baby?” Yongguk asked with a groan, feeling his cock throb in its confinement.

Namjoon’s tongue was a work of magic. His tongue swirling wildly against the pulsing nub of your clit. His fingers sliding in and out of you, kissing your g-spot with every pass, causing your hips to jerk. Yongguk’s hands weren’t idle either, their cupped your breasts and pinched your sensitive nipples between his fingers.

“She’s gonna cum.” Namjoon announced, feeling your cunt hugging his intruding fingers.

“Fuck yeah she is. Cum baby.” Yongguk growled. “Cum for your Daddies.”

Your back arched, your nails sinking into Yongguk’s tan skin. Your cunt convulsed around Namjoon’s fingers and his tongue continued to swirl around your clit, making your legs shake around his head. Namjoon spent a moment after your orgasm subsided cleaning you up, drinking up every drop of cum you gave him. Then, he slid his fingers out of your and left a fleeting kiss on your clit.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you now, sweetheart.” Namjoon ground out, discarding his black boxers on the floor somewhere.

Yongguk sat behind you, the picture of self-control, lightly petting your hair as your body continued to lightly tremble from the force of your orgasm.

“Fuck, look at that pretty little cunt, Guk.”

“So pink and wet…” Yongguk rasped, licking his lips as his fingers trailed down your body to lightly pet your pulsing heat. He spread your lips open with his fingers, letting Namjoon watch as a drop of your cum dripped out, making the younger man groan.

“That’s it, I need to fuck you babygirl.”

Namjoon pinned your legs open before guiding his cock into your entrance. You both shared a moan of pleasure at the feeling of him stretching your walls. He didn’t pause for a second before pulling out and slamming back into you. Yongguk pinned your hips down to keep you from grinding against Namjoon’s cock.

“You’re so fucking tight around me, Princess.” Namjoon ground out. “I want you to cum again, baby.”

Yongguk took that initiative by using his fingers to attack your clit. The cry you let out caused both men to groan. Namjoon increased his pace, driving his cock into your clutching pussy. It didn’t take long before you are erupting in orgasm again, the last one you had making you sensitive to both men’s touches.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum too.” Namjoon gasped out, his hips faltering before driving into you faster. The sound of his hips meeting your skin filled the room. You continued to write underneath Namjoon, desperately trying to dislodge Yongguks fingers from your oversensitive clit that he continued to circle despite your orgasm having passed.

“She’s holding my cock so tight. Keep doing that Guk.” Namjoon encouraged, ignoring your whines of overstimulation.

Suddenly, Namjoon drove his cock into you to the hilt, letting his cum fill you up with a loud groan of your name. His head fell backwards while his body trembled from the force of his orgasm. His cock began to soften inside you before he pulled it out.

“Shit, so fucking good babygirl.” He whispered, panting against your lips as he planted a delicate kiss on them.

Then, he switched places with Yongguk.

You leaned your back against Namjoon’s chest while Yongguk took his place between your legs. He quickly discarded his jeans and boxers, letting his hard cock out.

“Fuck I’m so hard, I’m not gonna last long at all sweetheart.” Yongguk’s strong hands, callused from years of working on cars, pinned your legs together and up against your chest. “Hold her there, Joon.”

Namjoon wrapped his hand around your legs so you couldn’t get out of the position. You whimpered softly, feeling exposed to Yongguk’s gaze as he watched your pussy drip for him.

“Shh babygirl, Daddy’s here.” Namjoon whispered, leaning down to kiss your head.

Without warning, you felt the hot head of Yongguk’s dick against the wet lips of your cunt. Then, he was sliding in and you were crying out. The position allowed him to hammer directly into your g-spot, never failing in making your body twitch at the onslaught of pleasure it offered. His thrusts were a little sloppy, probably because of how desperate he was to cum. But, he would never dare neglect you.

His punishing thrusts were bringing you closer to orgasm, already sensitive to his touches.

“Play with her clit, Joon. Make her cum around my cock.”

Namjoon chuckled at the little squeal you emitted at his soft fingers on your sensitive button. His finger was cupped between your folds, not allowing you to wiggle away from the sensation. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you began to cum.

“Daddy!” You cried out. “Fuck, Daddy! That feels so good.”

“That’s a good girl. Cumming so fucking good for your Daddies. Shit, I’m gonna cum too.” Yongguk was letting out raspy moans, keeping a steady pace with his hips, fucking you through the orgasm that flowed through your body making you tremble and tear up with pleasure.

A shock of heat in your pussy made you whimper, loving the feeling of your Daddy’s cum filling you up. Yongguk gave a couple more thrusts, letting his orgasm ride into slight overstimulation, something he loved. After a few trembles, he pulled out and Namjoon dropped your legs, letting them fall to the bed.

“Shit, that was good.” Yongguk sighed, falling to the bed beside you and Namjoon who was lightly petting your hair as you calmed down.

After a moment of silence, you spoke.

“So…you don’t love her?”

Yongguk chuckled and Namjoon groaned.

“No baby. I don’t love her. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You giggled, nuzzling his bare tummy.

“Hey, what about me!” Yongguk whined.

“Who invited you?”

“Hey!”


it’s shit im sorry but ive been working on it for like a week so here it is.

02. we don’t talk anymore

Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff, BestFriends!AU, Artist!Jeon

Ever since he had seen you play the piano for your music class, he’d been inspired by the complete look of tranquility that conquered your features as your fingered danced across the keyboard. He had made that tranquility his soul purpose of drawing. He dreamt of capturing that expression and gifting it to you.

Late nights, he was used to.

Sleepless nights, he was also used to.

But missing you was something he was not.  

These feelings were something completely foreign to him. As Jungkook tossed and turned every night, thoughts of you with him invaded his mind suffocating him. As he sat in his bedroom alone, his eyes frantically searched the room desperately trying to find traces of you. However, his effort was pathetic, it had been months since you’d been in here. Months since you’d seen him and months since he’d seen you. One would say he could always browse your Instagram or Facebook to see you but that was his biggest dread. Fear gripped him by the throat at the thought of stumbling upon a picture of you with him on any of his social networks. 

Jungkook glanced at his alarm clock, the glowing numbers letting him know it was just past 3am. The ungodly hour, you would call it. He smirked to himself remembering how you’d told him this was Satan’s time to lurk and if he was ever up he should go straight back to sleep or call you so you could sing him back to sleep. However, that never happened. It was always him who would sing you to sleep then he’d fall asleep himself to the sound of your soft breaths, wishing he was holding on to you instead of the electronic device.

He glanced at his phone which rested on his bedside table. It had been untouched and utterly dead for days. No one contacted him after you and he didn’t want to contact anyone but you. You were—are his everything. He reluctantly plugged his phone into the charging port. He should probably contact his family, let them know at least through text that was he was fine. His family were used to silence from him, he was an artist. When he was inspired, he would spend weeks attempting to finish his work in complete seclusion, all distracts turned off or turned away. Everyone was evicted from his work space, except you.

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The Arrangement (Part 14)

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

Summary: Dean tries to cope with your breakup, and then gets a surprise visit from Crowley. Your friends take you out to try and cheer you up, but eventually you head home alone, only to find someone waiting for you.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption (like a lot) (this is not how to cope with feelings, friends), heartbreak, sadness, loneliness, desperation, suspense, cliff-hanger

A/N: Reminder… I love you guys a lot. Like so much. Don’t hate me, it’ll be okay!

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Stay With Me // Jay Park

Originally posted by clubeskimo

Pairing: Jay x Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight angst, mentions of smut.

Summary//Request: Based on Jay Park’s lyrics from his song ‘Stay With Me’. Jay thinks you deserve more than him after he’s forced to cancel spending time with you on your birthday. But, you show him that none of that matters to you - that you’ll always stay with him, no matter what.

Note; not rated M for mature, but includes some suggestive scenes.

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Flirt [j.j.]

Originally posted by riverdaleselite

Jughead x reader in which she is painfully shy and he knows she likes him (partly inspired by this post) ((also, jughead is just the tiniest bit ooc)).

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Masterlist

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You had been best friends with Betty Cooper for as long as anyone could remember. You had met when you were six years old and had both been fighting over the last available swing.

From that moment on, your friendship grew. But where Betty grew in a sweet, confident girl, you grew into a shy, introverted girl who didn’t talk to anyone except for Betty.

Which is the reason why Betty was the only one who knew about your crush on Jughead.

You had been crushing on Jughead since 6th grade when he helped you stand up to Cheryl. That was the year when you became shy and reserved, so you were surprised to see that you had developed a crush on Jughead, seeing as you tended to avoid everyone.

Flash forward four years and you were still pining over the beanie-clad boy.

Betty had suspected something for a while and had finally confronted you about it. You had been sitting in a booth at Pop’s, vehemently denying the existence of your “supposed” crush but Betty knew you were lying and eventually forced it out of you.

“You should definitely tell him (Y/N),” Betty had said, ecstatic.

You had shaken your head. “No Betty. I can’t even talk to the guy. Besides there’s no way that he’d like me. Never in a million years!”

Betty had glanced behind you before gesturing for you to turn around. Jughead had just walked in. He looked around, his eyes stopping once they met yours, making you blush and turn around as he smirked.

You turned around and sank into your seat as he made his way over to your table.

“Hey Betty, (Y/N),” Jughead greeted as he slid in next to you.

Betty greeted him as you turned your attention to the table, mindlessly tracing patterns with your fingers and blushing every time his thigh brushed against yours.

You couldn’t speak around anyone who wasn’t Betty. Especially not him. So you sat in silence the rest of the time, not noticing the glances that Jughead would sneak at you ever five minutes.

~~~

“I’m telling you Ronnie! It’s hopeless. She won’t even look at him!” Betty exclaimed as she sat with Veronica at Pop’s the next day.

Veronica pursed her lips as she stirred her milkshake with her straw. “Wait, you’re telling me (Y/N) willingly told you she has a crush on Jughead?”

Betty looked down at her fries and blushed. “Well…I may have forced it out of her,” she paused at Veronica’s harsh look. “But I swear that girl has a crush on him. Its killing me to not see her do anything about it.”

Both girls froze as someone jumped over the booth and sat down between them.

“So,” Jughead started. “(Y/N) likes me?”

Betty gulped. She was so dead.

~~~

Over the next few days, you found out a multitude of things.

You found out that you could actually get along very well with Veronica, especially once she started spending so much time around you and Betty that you had no choice but to befriend her. You didn’t stutter around her, and you could carry on normal conversations with her now.

Another thing you found out was that Betty Cooper was a horrible liar. You already knew this, of course. But for the past week she had been hiding something, and she was giving out horrible excuses to anyone who asked.

The thing that surprised you most however, was that fact that you figured out that Jughead Jones was in fact, a huge flirt.

It had started Monday, when you were walking down the hallway with B & V. Jughead had caught up to you and had thrown his arm over your shoulder, greeting the two girls and then bending to down to whisper a greeting in your ear. You had blushed fiercely, and had barely managed to stutter out a simple ‘hi’ in response. He had walked with you to your class, once again bending down and whispering a quick ‘see you later (Y/N)’ in your ear before walking off.

You had been a blushing mess the entire period, and the knowing looks from B & V weren’t helping.

On Tuesday, Jughead had joined you and Betty at Pop’s after school. Luckily for you, he sat on the opposite side of the booth, typing on his laptop, so you were able to somewhat talk to Betty without any embarrassment. But that didn’t mean you didn’t notice the looks Jughead kept sneaking your way.

You’d finally had enough and when Betty got up to go order another milkshake, you had asked Jughead about it.

“What Jones?” You asked, surprisingly without a stutter. “Why do you keep looking at me?”

“I didn’t realize it was a crime to stare at a beautiful girl,” he had replied smoothly, arching an eyebrow.

By the time Betty came back, you were a blushing mess and you were gathering all your stuff, muttering excuses about having to be home as soon as possible.

“What did you do to the poor girl Juggie?” Betty asked as she watched you walk away.

“Nothing,” Jughead replied, a small smile on his face as he too, watched you leave.

~~~

Wednesday was slightly different. Your routine started out normally, except Jughead spent the whole day around you. He’d walk you to class, arm slung over your shoulder, and sat with you in the student lounge.

You resembled a tomato the whole day. Finally, when you were sitting at your usual lunch table, waiting for Betty to arrive, you broke the silence.

“Jughead, why are you following me around?” you asked.

“A pretty girl shouldn’t be left alone. There’s a murderer on the loose you know,” he replied coolly, not breaking eye contact with you.

“No offense, but there are plenty of better things to do than follow me around,” you scoffed, proud of yourself for being able to keep the conversation going.

“Yeah, but ever since Betty told me you liked me I thought I’d-”

“What?” you cut him off.

He glanced up as Betty arrived. “Yeah. I thought Betty had told you that she told…me.”

You turned to Betty, who was now standing, wide-eyed, as you flushed. This time, in anger.

“Elizabeth Cooper,” you began. “How could you? I trusted you not to tell anyone!”

She opened her mouth to speak. “(Y/N), I-”

“No Betty,” you cut in. “Is this what you’ve been lying about all week?”

Betty stayed silent, looking down at the ground.

“(Y/N) let me explain,” Jughead said.

You turned to him. “Save it Jones. I bet this past week has just been so fun for you, hasn’t it?”

Jughead stared at you, mouth agape, as you gathered up your lunch and left.

“Well she sure isn’t shy when she’s all worked up huh?” Veronica stated as she took a sip of water, all three of them watching you as you stormed off.

~~~

You ignored all messages and calls from both Betty and Jughead, only responding to Veronica to tell her to tell Betty and Jughead to leave you alone.

The next day however, was full of Betty following you around like a lost puppy all day until you agreed to talk with her. Sighing deeply, you gave in.

“(Y/N),” she began. “I swear I never meant to tell him. I will however, accept full responsibility for telling Veronica. I was talking about your crush with her at Pop’s and Jughead overheard. I never meant for it to happen.”

You stared at her, seeing nothing but the truth in her blue eyes. You spread your arms towards her, her face lighting up as she embraced you, knowing you had forgiven her.

“He likes you too y'know,” she whispered in your ear.

“No he doesn’t Betty,” you whispered back.

She pulled away slightly, her eyes focused on something behind you. “Please don’t hate me (Y/N/N),” she whispered again.

“Why would I hate-” your words were cut off as Betty spun you around and pushed you, effectively causing you to crash into someone and go tumbling down, taking the other person down with you.

You sat up, pushing your hair out of your face as you looked down to apologize to the person you had knocked over.

Your words got caught in your throat as you realized you had been pushed into Jughead. Even worse, you had fallen on top of him, and you were now straddling him as he lied beneath you, his hands gripping your waist.

“Well hey there (L/N),” he spoke, a cocky smirk spreading across his face.

You were faintly aware of Betty trying to stifle her giggles in the background as you tried to come up with the wrds to apologize. “Uhhhh J-j-jughead. Hey, I-i-i’m sor-rry,” you finally managed to stutter out.

Jughead’s smirk never left his face. “Hey, no worries, all is forgiven…on one condition.”

You looked at him hesitantly, waiting for his next words.

“Kiss me.”

~~~

“I still can’t believe you actually kissed him!” exclaimed Betty.

“I knew you had it in you,” Veronica said, winking at you.

You slid down in your seat, blushing. School had ended and you, B, & V had decided to go to Pop’s, like always.

“The whole school stopped,” Veronica continued. “Like seriously. Everyone in that hallway stopped and stared when shy little (Y/N) (L/N) gave Jughead Jones a hot, steamy kiss.”

You slid down even further as Betty smacked Veronica’s shoulder, causing the raven-haired girl to laugh.

Veronica finally straightened up and shot a smirk as you before focusing on something behind you. “Hey Jughead, Archie.”

“Oh ha ha Ronnie,” you said, straightening up as well. “Very funny. Embarrass me even more.”

“Hey (Y/N/N),” you heard Jughead’s voice as he sat next to you, sliding his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close.

Veronica gave you a look as if to say ‘see, I wasn’t lying’.

“You gave the school quite a show today,” Jughead continued, sharing a look with Veronica that said that he had heard their previous conversation. “Maybe we could have a repeat?”

And with that, Jughead Jones tilted your chin up, pressing his lips to yours as Betty, Veronica, and Archie cheered.

You pulled away, burying your face in his chest as your friends kept cheering.

“By the way, if it wasn’t obvious, I like you too (L/N),” Jughead whispered, kissing you once more.

You definitely had to remember to thank Betty.

~~~

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