Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au
Pairing: Reader x Hoseok
Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.
“Come on, Maggie! Kara and James are already waiting for us!”
Maggie groans from her bedroom and Winn exchanges an arched eyebrow with Alex.
“You alright in there, babe?” Alex calls.
“I can’t find my phone!”
Maggie’s voice is muffled, and Winn leans into Alex.
“She sounds like she’s… is she checking under her bed?”
Alex snorts. “Pfft, no, why would her phone be there?”
“Babe, do you remember if I took it out of my pocket last night before we – “
“I’m calling you right now, hold on!” Alex cuts her off, a blush rising in her face as Winn’s smirk grows.
“Nice work, Danvers,” he mutters, and Alex smacks him lightly, gently, affectionately, on the back of the head, but her own pleased grin gives her away.
She dials Maggie’s number and Maggie appears in her bedroom doorway, head cocked to the side, waiting for the call to go through.
John Legend’s Save Room starts blasting through the apartment from somewhere near the couch, and Maggie bites her lip with wide eyes as Winn awes and Alex blushes and bends to scoop the phone out from between the cushions.
“Babe – “ She says when she glances at it, and Maggie closes her eyes like she’s waiting to be hit, like she’s thinking she’s done something so stupid; like she’s thinking she forgot something, and that something might destroy everything.
Alex stares down at the caller ID picture of herself on Maggie’s phone – a beautiful shot, one that James took at game night a few weeks ago, Alex with her face frozen in laughter, holding Maggie’s hand and leaning into Kara’s shoulder – but that’s not what has her attention, what’s made the blood rush from her face.
The picture isn’t what’s tearing Maggie’s stomach into knots and making Winn stare between them, completely unaware of what’s happening, wondering if he’s going to need to call Supergirl and Guardian.
“I’m sorry, Danvers, I’ll change it, I know it’s probably uncomfortable, I – “
Winn leans over Alex’s shoulder just before her call goes to voicemail. “Maggie, no, that picture’s beautiful, why – oh. Oh.” He stares between them now, and he knows what Maggie’s afraid of. But he also knows Alex, and he knows Maggie has no reason to be apologizing, no reason to be scared.
“No, Maggie, I…” Alex holds up Maggie’s phone numbly, even though the screen’s faded to black by now. “You have my cell number listed as Home.”
Maggie lowers her gaze and licks her lips. “Like I said, Danvers, I’ll change it, I’m sorry, I – “
Alex is across the room before Maggie can say anything else, and she’s lifting her chin up with gentle, gentle fingers. “No. No, no. You’re not reading me right, I… I’m not angry, I’m… I love it, Maggie. That I’m…”
“My home,” Maggie supplies in a soft, tentative, terrified voice, and Alex’s smile has never been more tender.
“Why… why would I be upset about something so… beautiful?”
Maggie shrugs and tries to look away again. “It’s clingy, it’s – “
“No,” Alex corrects gently. “No, it’s not. It’s amazing. You’re amazing. I… I want to be your home, Maggie, I want to give you that. I want to give you everything, because you… you deserve everything. And I… I want to build mine with you. My home. If you want.”
Maggie is silent for the longest of moments, trying desperately not to cry, trying desperately not to weep.
“You getting soft on me, Danvers?”
Alex laughs and it’s the best sound Maggie’s ever heard.
“When you’re done proposing to each other, any chance we can go meet Kara and James at the brunch place? Kara’s blowing up my phone with texts, and I’m pretty sure if we don’t get there soon, she’ll fly in here and forcibly carry us or something. You know how she gets when she’s hungry.”
Alex laughs again but doesn’t turn around, her eyes still locked in Maggie’s. She kisses her knuckles before turning and tossing one arm around Winn’s shoulder and the other around Maggie’s.
“Tell Kara we’ll be there in ten.”
“And to get extra nachos when she inevitably orders the entire left side of the menu.”
“Mmm, I love how well you know my sister.”
“Do you two just… wanna text her yourselves? Or keep… making out… right next to… me… How can you walk while you’re doing that? Is it some kind of special lesbian superpower? Okay you know what, I’ll just be over here.”
Alex tousles Winn’s hair without looking at him as she and Maggie come up for air and press their foreheads together softly.
Being such an obvious third wheel has never left Winn feeling so happy, so peaceful.
Because their joy is infectious.
Because he’s not really a third wheel, because they are his family.
Heyyyooo! This is just a small little blurb, because I am having a hellish period right now and the thought of Harry cuddling me makes me feel better!
Warnings: None it’s just cute. Slight mention of nudity?
You hated periods.
You were pretty sure if you were a lesbian who never wanted kids, or just someone who didn’t want kids in general, you would immediately get your tubes tied. Of course, you had to want children in your future, so getting your tubes tied, unfortunately, was not in your near future, and this meant suffering for 5 days every month.
This month, for whatever reason, your cramps were rendering you absolutely useless. For the past two days you had been bundled up in your bedroom, curled around a heating pad with a bottle of Midol on you at all times, but you still felt like your stomach was twisting in on itself and trying to kill you. You had barely touched your phone, and even when you tried, the pain in your stomach was so bad your vision was too blurry from the tears in your eyes to read whatever was on your screen. It was obvious your period was going to be bad this time around, considering you went through half a box of tampons in one day, and you really just wanted to relax in the bath. But, you had just forced yourself to take a shower a few hours earlier, and the thought of leaving the comfort of your bed and your heating pad again made your stomach hurt even more, if that was even possible.
Harry had been worrying about you all day due to your lack of communication, something that was rare between the two of you. You had been best friends for years, and you rarely ever went a day without talking to one another, even if it was just a quick text message to say hello and make sure everything was going well. He immediately noticed that you had been acting off the other day over the phone, and after not hearing from you at all yesterday or today, despite how many times he had called and texted, by 1pm he decided it would be best for him to pop by and make sure you were okay himself.
The second he slipped the spare key you had given him into the lock and opened the door, he knew something was off. Usually the second he entered your apartment he was assaulted by the scent of whatever candle you were burning that day, the sound of a vinyl blasting through your living room, and the sight of you jumping around the small area with a smile on your face; today, there was absolutely no sign of life in the small apartment, which caused Harry’s worrying to kick into overdrive. The door was quickly shut behind him before he was popping his head into your kitchen, his eyes immediately falling on your cell phone which was currently on the island counter plugged in, meaning you definitely had to be home. Earlier in the day, you had pulled yourself out of bed to grab a bottle of water and ended up leaving your phone downstairs to charge, and you just couldn’t be bothered to go downstairs and grab it when you remembered.
Next, Harry was toeing off his boots quickly before jumping up the small set of stairs you had that lead to your bedroom, and he let out a sigh of relief as he turned the corner and saw your figure lying on your bed through your bedroom door which was currently wide open.
As soon as he entered your bedroom, you could smell him. His cologne was something you had gotten so used to smelling that the scent immediately brought you comfort as it wafted throughout your bedroom, signaling that he was there. You didn’t jump or scream as you felt the bed dipping next to you, all you did was sigh as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled your back against his front, taking on the role of the big spoon (which you would hear about later, when he would say you owed him because he liked to be the little spoon), his hand resting on the heating pad that was over your stomach, and it finally clicked. Harry knew all about your periods, which is to be expected when you’ve been best friends with someone for over 10 years. You had always been very open about it, and Harry always did his best to comfort you; talking about periods never bothered him, after all, he did grow up with his mum and sister, and he felt that acting grossed out about something that was natural was just childish. Periods didn’t bother him whatsoever, he just hated seeing how they affected you every month.
“Had me worried sick, bug,” his voice was quiet, his chin resting on top of your head as his hand slipped in-between your stomach and the heating pad as he began to slowly knead his fingers against your lower stomach, where he knew your cramps were always the worst.
“M’sorry, haven’t been on my phone much,” your voice was rough as you spoke, considering those were the first real words you had spoken in the past two days that weren’t you groaning about pain to yourself.
You could already feel yourself relaxing into Harry as he spoke and his fingers kept working on your stomach, and you were suddenly regretting not grabbing your phone earlier and sending him a quick text, asking him to come over.
Eventually, you ended up falling asleep in Harry’s arms, and he fell asleep not long after you. By the time your cramps decided to come back full force and wake you up, it was now 5pm and even waking up in Harry’s arms wasn’t enough to make the pain go away. You slowly moved out of his arms, forcing yourself out of the bed and into the bathroom, knowing you would need a tampon change and hoping you could find something that was stronger than the midol you had been relying on. Of course, as your luck would have it, the cabinet was empty and the pain in your stomach was so bad you decided to take a seat right on the cold floor, your head leaning against the cabinets.
It wasn’t long before Harry woke up as well, the lack of warmth from your body causing his body to flip over onto your side and shoot awake when you weren’t there. The light from the bathroom was peaking through a sliver in the door, and he got up slowly, peaking in the bathroom where he saw you now lying on the ground.
“Love,” he groaned, pushing the door open fully as he walked in and kneeled down in front of you, “Should’ve woken me up,” his hand was running through your hair softly as you shrugged, mumbling something about not wanting to bother him, which only caused him to huff and shake his head, “Stubborn, ya kno’ that? Drive me crazy.” As a response, all you did was pout up at him, which he responded to by tugging on your bottom lip lightly before standing up and reaching over to the bathtub to get it started.
“What are you doing?” your head was now tilted towards him, watching as he made sure the temperature was perfect before blocking the drain, letting the water fill the bath.
“M’runnin’ ya’ a bath, what’s it look like silly?” the bag of bath bombs you had next to the bath was now in his hands as he rummaged through it, trying to find your favorite one for when you had cramps, “The warm water will help your cramps, and I’ll stay in here and keep ya’ company so I know you’re okay.”
All you could do was manage a smile, pushing yourself up into a sitting position as you watched Harry tossing the bath bomb into the bath, his eyes widening as he watched it explode with color for a few minutes before his attention was back on you. You were staring up at him, a fond smile on your lips as he raised his eyebrows at you, reaching his hands down and signaling you to grab onto them, which was met with a grunt from you as you slapped your hands into his, letting him pull you up.
Harry had seen you naked plenty of times, that was something that was bound to happen in years of friendship. Neither of you were a stranger to barging in on one another completely in the nude, so when Harry’s fingers wrapped around the hem of your shirt and started to tug it off, you didn’t even flinch, all you did was raise your arms so he could toss it off. No matter how many times Harry had seen your boobs though, he couldn’t help the way his eyes wandered on them longer than they definitely should, but who could blame him? You had really nice boobs, which he had told you before, to be fair. The next thing to be thrown off were your panties, before Harry was helping you into the bathtub and tossing your discarded clothes into the laundry hamper that was next to the door.
“S’the water okay?” he had pulled up the makeup chair you had in your bathroom next to the tub, and you gave him a nod and a smile as you leaned your back against the tub wall. Due to the bath bomb, the only thing that could be seen through the water was a slight outline of your body, but nothing else.
“Thank you,” you spoke up after a moment of sitting in the water, the scent of your bath bomb and the warm water working to relax your muscles, and stomach.
“F’course, bug,” he smiled down at you, his hand playing with your hair that was falling over the side of the tub, his fingers massaging your scalp every now and then.
“Can you braid my hair?” a few moments of comfortable silence had passed before you spoke up, sitting up in the tub and bringing your knees to your chest as you looked at him with wide and hopeful eyes. A laugh left his lips as he nodded, and you smiled wide as you turned so your back was now facing him and your head was tilted against his lap as he began to run his fingers through your long hair, separating it and beginning the braid.
Harry was currently bouncing around your kitchen as you sat at the table, your eyes following him as he whipped together a dinner for you two, even though you had protested and said you could just order take out. He refused, of course, because he knew you probably hadn’t eaten because of your cramps and your first meal wasn’t going to be take out. You had spent a good amount of time in the bath, and by the time Harry was helping you out and finding you a shirt to wear (he had opted for a sweater that was his that he found hidden in your drawer, being sure to comment that it looked better on you anyways) your cramps had finally dissipated.
You had been in love with Harry for as long as you could remember, and times like this only made your feelings for him intensify, even though you knew you would never act on them. You didn’t want to lose Harry, because at the end of the day he was your best friend, and you couldn’t live without him. But, that didn’t stop you from coming up behind him in the kitchen and wrapping your arms around him tightly from behind, your cheek resting against his tone back.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” you mumbled quietly, and you could feel Harry’s hands sliding over yours that were resting on his stomach and lacing with yours, giving your hands a soft squeeze.
“Always gonna take care of ya,” one of his hands slipped out of yours, and you heard him turning the stove off and pushing the pot with spaghetti off of the burner before he was turning around in your arms, wrapping his own around you and pulling you in closer to him, “Wish you would’ve called me earlier though, could’ve been here all week.” he was sincere as he spoke, and you knew 100% that he wouldn’t hesitate to stay with you an entire week, just making sure you felt better and were being taken care.
“Nooo, couldn’t keep you from all your friends for that long just to take care of little ole’ me. Not that important,” you shrugged, your chin resting on his chest as you looked up at him and he frowned down at you. His arms unwound themselves from around you and only seconds later his hands were on either side of your face, holding your cheeks as he pressed his forehead against yours.
“F’course you’re important, bug. Most important person in m’life, ya kno’ that,” his nose was bumping with yours in an eskimo kiss, something you two did often without even really thinking about it, “Wouldn’t wanna be anywhere but here, takin’ care of you, to be honest.”
You didn’t respond, because you didn’t really know how to without spilling your guts to him, so you just bumped your nose back against his, letting your eyes fall closed as you relaxed into his body. In the next minute though, his lips were on yours and you completely froze for a second, causing him to start to pull back which quickly snapped you out of it and your hand reached behind his neck quickly, refusing to let him tilt his head back as you pressed your lips firmly against his again until both of your lips were moving in sync. You were now backed up into the island, his body pressed as close to yours as it could get as his hands slipped under your (his) sweater, resting on your hips as his fingers dug into your skin softly, and both of your bodies felt as if they were going to explode any second, but in the best way possible.
Harry had no idea what came over him, but he knew he had been wanting to kiss you for years and for some reason, standing in your kitchen at that moment, he just couldn’t hold it back anymore. He had realized throughout the day that taking care of you was one of his favorite things to do, and he really wouldn’t mind doing it for the rest of your lives. But, he didn’t want to do it at as a friend. He wanted to be able to lean over and kiss you on the lips whenever he felt like it, rather than having to settle for kisses on your forehead or cheek.
Eventually you both had to pull back for air, your breathing ragged as you looked up at him through your eyelashes, both of your cheeks flushed and a wide smile now on Harry’s face.
“Have no clue how long v’been wanting to do that,” and you couldn’t help but laugh as the words left his lips, because of course you did.
“Think I’ve been wanting you to do it even longer.”
All Harry did was smile, his thumb running along your cheekbone as he looked down at you, and he felt as if his heart was about to burst out of his chest.
“Does this mean ya’ mine? Cause I don’ wanna kiss and then neither of us talk about it and be confused. I’d really like for you to be mine,” his words were rushed as he spoke, and you could see his cheeks deepening, the blush creeping down his throat, and all you could do was wrap your arms around his waist and place your lips on his once more, hoping that was a good enough answer for him.
My Biggest Mistake (Barnes/Romanoff/Rogers x reader)
Request: Cheating Angst of Bucky
cheating on the reader with Natasha (Reader’s best friend) And when she finds
out, Bucky and Natasha go running to apologize to her. But the reader doesn’t
wanna hear it, so she ignores them. One day, Steve tries to convince her to
forgive the both of them, because of how sad both, Bucky and Natasha were for
the mistake. Which the reader comes in and forgives them ^^ (MAKE IT SUPA
ANGSTY PLEASE) THANK YOU AGAIN BONNIE! ILYSM!
Okay, I’m not a fan of full-on cheating stories, so I toned it down a little. Also, I’m not very forgiving of it. I hope you like where I took it tho!
The paladins introduce Allura to the age-old Earthling game of truth or
dare. Keith shares unwelcome knowledge about his sex habits. Hunk may or
may not eat a sock. Somehow, sexual tension and relief ensues. Also,
there are jokes.
i apologize for the memes, but be aware, it’s about 80% jokes, 20% smut
Lance wasn’t exactly happy when Shiro temporarily grounded him from going on missions but he understands why and that also made him happy.
Keith, Lance and Shiro are mates and have been together for over a year now. And when Lance announced to his mates that he was pregnant they were overjoyed. Now he always has his mates by his side snuggling up to his abdomen making soft cooing sounds. Lance loved it. He felt so happy that they were creating a family together and when they suggested Allura temporarily taking his spot as the blue Paladin, he didn’t have a single problem with it.
While the team was off on missions Lance accompanied Coran in the control room, helping him in any way he could. It was during a mission that the castle was infiltrated. Coran and Lance were in the control room helping the rest of the team fight off a galra battle fleet, when alarms blared through the room. Coran checked the system and cursed when he saw that they had been boarded, he quickly opened a channel to the others and informed them of the situation and Coran and Lance were given strict orders not to engage.
Before Lance could argue the order he was given the doors to the control room were blasted open and three vary large galra entered. Coran made to stand in front of Lance to protect him but he was thrown aside hitting the wall rather hard and knocking him out. When Lance tried to run to Coran he was grabbed by one of the galra soldiers and dragged out of the room.
The galra took Lance to the training deck and locked him there using the force field walls. While two of the galra soldiers left, the largest galra, that Lance had assumed was their leader, stayed. He told Lance that once they had stolen the castle ship he was going to slowly kill him starting with his baby.
Lance was scared, terrified even, that is until he heard one of the other galra soldiers tell the commander that the other Paladins had arrived. If there was one thing lances mother always told him is to, “never mess with a mate and their pup.” Too bad the commander didn’t seem to get the same advice.
Can I request RFA reacting to MC proposing to them? c: Was thinking about that earlier today !! lol
I’ve read this HC before and I loooooovee ittttt sooo much I love this headcanon aaaaa I hope you guys like it as much as I do!! -Green
-honestly, it wasn’t planned at all. Kinda. You did have a whole plan for a date, very romantic and a night to remember for sure.
-but when you woke up and saw Yoosung right there, sleeping so peacefully, you just had to do it. God, you just had to marry this man.Right now .
-so you get out of bed as quietly as you can, and you whip him up a sweet cup of coffee that he taught you from his barista club, and some strawberry pancakes with whip cream
-this boy loves sweet things so you write on the side of the plate with caramel ‘will you marry me, baby?’
-you did some basic latte art on his coffee, just a simple heart but you thought it was cute
-you put it all on a small tray and brought it over to the bedroom, where Yoosung was still sleeping
-you set the tray down on the nightstand, and sit right next to him, petting his hair and kissing his shoulders and cheeks to wake him up
-his lil sleepy eyes are so cute that you wanna ask him right then and there but you SomeHow resist
- “I brought you some breakfast in bed, honey” you give him the tray and he’s already surprised because !!! he loves your cooking, but what’s the occasion???
-first yoosung smiles at your cup art and drinks some of that, complimenting how cute you are and how good you are at making coffee!!! maybe even better than him?? ooo
-when he looks at the plate to see what you made, he almost misses the little words by the side. but he does see it
-at first he thinks it’s a joke. were you reinacting one of your books or something??
-but when he looks back at you to see you on one knee by the bed with a ring in your hand he actually screams
-without even thinking he totally throws the breakfast off the bed the coffee is safe on the nightstand thank god and jumps into your arms
-making the two of you fall on the hard floor but he doesn’t care because “yeah!!!! yeah!! yeah, i wanna marry you!!” he doesn’t even say YES he just keeps saying YEAH. because. YEAH!!! we’re getting MARRIED!
-saeyoung deserves the best of the best okay
-so you make a GAME out of it
-you make him search for the ring and it’s so complex that you honestly forgot where you put the ring
-you hid it the other night and woke up at the butt-crack of dawn, waking up your soon to be fiance along with you
-he’s cranky about it, but once he hears that you two are going on a scavenger hunt he’s BLASTING OUT THE ROOM
-saeyoung please put on clothes we’re going outside
-it’s really fuckin cold in the morning so you guys have to dress up warm, which to Saeyoung means 707 layers of jackets heheh
-the puzzle was made to be really challenging because you know how smart Saeyoung is, even if he pretends he isn’t
-it’s kind of like his Valentines Date (DLC) except a lot less romantic ,, and more adventurous
-one moment your in the bathroom until he breaks it apart to find a key, and the next moment you’re in the garage unlocking one of his babes. inside there you find a tub of ice cream, so you go to Saerans room! You find a bouquet of flowers, so now your suddenly at the supermarket! Just like that, and it goes on FOREVER
-the last stop (where the wedding ring is) is at the top of the hill in a small dog park where the two of you had your first date. by the time you get there it’s the middle of the afternoon
-Saeyoung isn’t even TIRED. he’s having so much fun!!!
-he has to climb one of the trees to find the ring, and you’re down on the ground and you kinda just go “o. that’s where i put it” because, again, you fucking FORGOT
-he hangs from one of the branches and hands the ring to you, and you see the confusion on his face, but also the playfulness
- “what could it mean??? i don’t remember a ring in our relationship. hmm… you truly are a master, because frankly, I’m stump-ed.” bu-dum cccchhhh
-you join on in, observing the ring curiously even if you knew what it looked like.
-it was a beautiful ring. you didn’t want it too flashy, that didn’t really match his personality. it had a diamond in the middle, with two moonstones shaped in crescents to hug the diamond on each side. one reason because it was his birth stone, the other because. it was a moon stone. spaaaace
- “hmm, the only time I remember there being a ring in our relationship is when I proposed to you??”
-Saeyoung laughs because it’s like lololol funny joke MC but then all the sudden your getting on one knee and he’s kinda just like. w h a t
- “don’t tell me you’re going to say no and ruin the adventure already? we still have to go to the moon, you know.” You try to be cocky but your voice is trembling. you’re literally proposing to Saeyoung who is hanging upside down from a tree like a damn monkey
-he falls off the tree
- “OH MY GOSH, ARE YOU OKAY??” you try to help him but he’s scrambling away from you. Your heart breaks a lil bc of that,,
-and then you see that your boyfriend is crying and he’s trying really really hard for you not to see and you don’t know if that’s a good sign or not
- “are you crying because you love me or because you’re hurt because I’m really worried about both” a legitimate question you have to ask
-AAGAHHH it’s cause he loves you!!!! hell yeah he wants to marry you!!!
-that’s what he wants to say but he’s crying so much it comes out as a bunch of nonsense. “h yeh.. wa -nanabb… maaaarrRRYYyy-mmm y-yo-uugh-ouuu ehhhehHH!!!”
-after you get him calmed down he kinda just bursts into tears at random times the rest of the day because he’s so overwhelmed with LOVE FOR YOU
-you don’t even beat around the bush with this fuckin dork. You’ve TRIED. it DOESN’T WORK Y’ALL
-if you don’t tell him outright about something, he’ll never know what you mean
-you’re out at a very very fancy dinner. You don’t want to propose there because of paparazzi. you figure that the dinner will help the romantic mood though
-after the dinner, you two go out to his private garden, and you spend the rest of your date there, walking and talking
-at one point you stop the two of you at a small little bench and request to sit down
-you continue talking while you make a flower crown for the both of you because he’s a very pretty boy and you can’t resist.
-also you need something to do with your hands because you’re so nervous and jittery
-by the time you’re finished with them, you place one crown on your head and then offer him his
- “would you like to be my prince, Jumin?”
-he smiles at you, because gosh. u are… so cute. Of course he wants to be your fuckin prince !!!
- “forever. be my prince forever, okay?”
- “okay, MC. I promise.”
-you place the crown on his head, and without really thinking about it you place the ring on the top of his head too
-Jumin is like “?????”
-when he picks it up, and sees it is an engagement ring, he almost laughs because when Jumin looks at you again you are struggling to get on one knee in the grass
- “are you asking me to marry you, MC?”
-UGH YES JUMIN YES I AMaSGHHGH HELp me
-Jumin full out just giggles. He’s got a little blush on his cheeks and everything. he looks damn beautiful. It’s like the guy is shining under the moonlight
- “please god marry me Jumin Han” kinda just slips out of your mouth before you can think about it
-he brings you up to him and gives you a very deep kiss before putting on the ring.
- “MC, if you need me to, I’ll be your king.”
-you had brought the whole RFA together at your apartment for a casual get together and game night
-and you planned to propose with everyone there
-you just wanted it to be fun and memorable for the both of you, and to have your RFA family with you sounded amazing
-you were. v v nervous but you couldn’t tell anyone because literally everyone in the RFA would snitch without even thinking about it they’re terrible
-the party was finally at that calm, but fun air you wanted it to be. Yoosung and Saeyoung playing Just Dance on the TV, Jaehee and Zen chatting about their daily lives and his musicals while you were preparing food with Jumin.
-I think out of everyone in the RFA, Jumin is the happiest for you two, whether he say it or not
-and really…. he was the only one who wouldn’t snitch….
-so while you were pouring drinks for everyone, you told Jumin you planned to propose to Jaehee tonight but you weren’t sure when the best moment would be
-surprisingly he gave you a?? side hug???
-he was so proud of you guys aaaaa
-Jumin wasn’t the most romantic person, but he did give you good advice. Let it come naturally. Don’t think of her saying no, just think of her saying yes, because she will. Jaehee will say yes
-and that was such a relief to hear that you gave Jumin a big ol hug and a smooch on the cheek before bringing out the food
-an hour goes by and you all are playing monopoly
-Saeyoung and Jumin are getting all the expensive houses and constantly competing for each others cards. No one knows how Saeyoung got so much money.
-Yoosung is making a little home with all the really cheap blocks and Zen is pulling his hair as he has to pay Jumin yet again
-then there’s you and Jaehee who watch the fire burn and maintain a normal board of moderately expensive houses.
-and you just feel so good at the moment. You and Jaehee cuddled in a blanket with your friends all around you
-so you turn around, kiss her on the forehead, bring out the ring and ask her to marry you
-ALL EYES ON YOU
-the fighting IMMEDIATELY STOPS and everything is so quiet
- “DAMMIT JAEHEE IF YOU DON’T SAY YES, I WILL” Saeyoung SCREECHES at the top of his lungs and he looks like he’s gunna c r y
-Jaehee does finally find her words and says yes, then the two of you kiss and everyone is standing up and cheering for the two of you
-they force you to do a slow dance together and really you wouldn’t have it any other way
-you don’t want to do it in public, because of paparazzi, but… Zen does love attention..
-so you decide to propose to him after one of his shoes back stage
-you watch the whole performance with a nervous heart and shaking hands
-the whole time you just stare at Zen and you watch how beautifully he sings and preforms. He’s amazing at what he does. You just… feel so proud of him
-you really, really hope he’ll say yes. You need him to. You don’t think you could ever get over it if Zen said no.
-When the show is over, there’s usually a meet-and-greet with all the actors so you have to act quickly before he leaves for that and is too tired for a proposal
-you greet him with a big hug and a kiss, which he appreciates a Whole Lot
- “hey, Zen, I was.. wondering something today.”
- “yeah? what’s that?”
- “would you ever… in the future.. would you ever like to get married?”
-you catch him off guard and now he’s blushing like a FOOL
-of course!! especially if it’s to you, and he winks. He’s just casually flirting but you’re just like THE TIME IS NOW
-you slam down on your knee so hard that you actually start crying and Zen is just ????!!!!!! what h a p p e n e d
-you explain in tears while bringing out the ring that you wanted to propose but you got too excited..
-YOU’RE SO CUTE, O H MYG OD,,,
-Zen just laughs, picks you up and gives you a really big SMOOCH on the lips. pretend i didn’t say smooch because it was actually really romantic
-he dips you, what a nerd
-god, he loves you. he’s looking at you with such a sparkle in his eyes as he says ‘yes’ and putting on that ring, you forget all about your injury and go in for another kiss as he spins you around
-after he smugly shows all his fans the ring in pride
This idea came from new-fanfic-order’s Marvel blog, but I think it would be really good! A soulmate fic where your soulmate is the only person you see in color, but since kylo’s clothes are monochrome, only he knows you’re meant for eachother.”
Summary: Soulmate AU: (Y/N), princess of Lysatra, has been cursed from a young age by the infamous Supreme Leader Snoke. In hopes to end the last of the Resistance’s allies he happily awaits the day for his curse to enter the last phase. With all things going according to plan Snoke sends his most trusted knight and apprentice, Kylo Ren to finish the job. Little do either of them know however, that things are going to take an unexpected turn.
A/N: I really seriously love this concept haha, I hope I did it justice. I also remember someone requesting something along the lines of a Sleeping Beauty AU (I unfortunately cleared it cause my requests are closed but it’s meshing into this one) and it seemed so perfect for this. Hope you all like it!
In the dim light of the seemingly grand but bare hall Kylo stood with all his attention focused before him. Despite Starkiller’s destruction, Snoke assured he still had a space in which he could speak to his apprentice. Though rather than a hologram, Kylo was looking directly into the sunken eyes of the humanoid he called master.
Snoke shifted his boney hand slightly, observing it for a moment before he spoke.
“Do you know why I have called you here today?”
Opting not to nod Kylo simply stared at his master, “Yes.”
Snoke smirked as he turned to face Kylo. Though Kylo was accustomed to his masters appearance, the sight would send chills down anyone else’s spine.
“As I knew you would. …Today is the day in which we get one step closer to destroying the Jedi, as well as the Resistance.”
Snoke straightened himself in his seat as a more mischevious but subtle smirk settled onto his face.
“Lysatra has long been a sympathizer for the Resistance and a known home to force users and former padawans alike.”
Instantly Kylo stopped the horrid memories from playing in his mind once again. It was as if his subconcious was programmed to replay the fateful evening every time the word was uttered. What was done was done and he was onto a far greater path. Wasn’t he?
“Their beloved princess is not only intelligent, but a rare force user. A balance within herself. Mastering both the light and dark without claiming either as a refuge. Word has already surfaced that they wish to send her to Skywalker, further train her in her abilities. With her Skywalker would double his odds of defeating us. That is where you come in, my wise apprentice.”
Kylo straightened his shoulders, as if in an interview for the first time.
“As you know, in my own ability, I placed a curse of the force upon her through a tainted kyber crystal. Now after years of waiting, she has finally fallen into a deep, unshakeable sleep. That, however, is not good enough. We need to be sure Skywalker gains no more assets whatsoever. She must be rid of.”
PROMPT; in which archie andrews finds himself smitten with a dear friend, and after a not-so-fun encounter during lunch, it dawns on him that its about time he comes clean.
PARING/CHARACTERS; archie andrews x reader, jughead jones, betty cooper, and veronica lodge.
WARNINGS; angst, feels, more angst and probably more feels, and swearing is nearly guaranteed.
AUTHOR’S NOTE; wow okay so there’s not a lot of archie imagines or anything on tumblr so i tried my best and yeah. but nonetheless, i enjoyed writing this and wouldn’t mind writing more, so send me in some more archie requests!
Archie never expected anything like this.
He never expected for Jason Blossom to die. He never expected to end up dating (would that be the right word?) his music teacher- hell, he never expected to fall in love.
No, he didn’t fall in love with Ms. Grundy.
He fell in love with you.
And, God, did it take him forever to finally realize it. Yeah, he knew there were feelings for you, but he just didn’t know what they meant.
You’d simply glance at him and his heart would start beating faster, or maybe you’d laugh at some comment Jughead made about Reggie and the rest of the jocks and his stomach would erupt into butterflies.
He was so smitten and he didn’t even know it.
He’d stare at you, just smiling to himself because you were oblivious to it. And if you did notice, you’d just roll your eyes and tell him to take a picture. But he didn’t need a picture, because how could he - how could anyone forget you?
It wasn’t until Veronica said something did he notice his feelings - his true feelings - towards you.
and (Y/N) have their first late-night talk.
Word count: 1,968
A/N: okay so first of all for those of you who didn’t know, we hit 8000 followers this week! i am floored by the amount of support i’ve received, so thank you all so much! i’m really glad you guys are liking this series so much, enjoy!
Had another talk about where it’s going wrong
But we’re still young
We don’t know where we’re going but we know where we belong
This internship was no simple task. It was more than delivering documents,
writing short articles, and being torn apart by critics. Jughead and (Y/N) poured their hearts and
souls into their internship, and the only thing fueling them by the end of each
week was their raw passion for writing. It
was no wonder that they were the only two participating in this internship
because not many others would be able to handle the emotional and surprisingly
physical toll this took on Jughead and (Y/N).
Had they not loved writing so much, they would have left weeks ago; had
they not loved writing so much, they wouldn’t have met.
The third week was the most tiring. Throughout the first week, the adrenaline of
being a part of such a prestigious internship motivated (Y/N) and Jughead to
give all of their effort. During the
second week, it was the hope that things would get easier to adjust to that
kept (Y/N) and Jughead going. By the
time the third week rolled around, they had lost all their energy.
Jughead and (Y/N) barely had any time to talk to each other
during the week; they were each always running around the building, trying to
get things done. The only time that they
found time to chat was over dinner and during the weekends. Even during their lunch breaks, there was not
a second to spare.
Jughead would not trade this opportunity for the world. Although he was separated from all his
friends and family, and he was constantly working, he was doing what he loved
with a newfound friend.
And ohhhh, we started
Two hearts in one home
It’s hard when we argue
We’re both stubborn, I know
“Do you ever think what would happen if you dropped this
internship?” (Y/N) asked over dinner one night.
She jabbed at her sushi with her chopsticks. “Like just walk in one morning and slam your
shit on Mrs. Williams’s desk and quit.”
Jughead shrugged from across the table. “I mean, I guess I do,” he admitted, poking
at the small mound of wasabi on his plate.
“You know, it gets tiring. Coming
in day after day just to get your work torn apart. But at the end of the day, I wouldn’t trade
this opportunity for the world.”
“Of course I wouldn’t either,” she agreed, “but… I don’t
know. This is exhausting. I love writing, obviously, but I’m so tired and it’s hard to find reasons to
stay sometimes. I barely even get to see
you, and you’re one of the best parts of this internship.”
Jughead tried to fight the warmth creeping into his
cheeks. He waved off her
compliment. “I wouldn’t say that.”
“But you are,” she insisted, setting down her
chopsticks. “God, I don’t know what I’d
do without you here. I think I’d go
He bit back his giant grin.
“I’d go crazy without you here, too.”
(Y/N) smiled and opened her mouth to say something, but
before she could form any words, their waitress approached their table and
“How are you guys doing?” she asked, offering a friendly smile
to Jughead and (Y/N). “Anything else I
can get for either of you?”
“No thank you,” (Y/N) shook her head. The waitress nodded and smiled again, walking
off towards the next table. “See
that? We can’t even talk here without
Sweet creature, sweet creature
Wherever I go, you bring me home
Sweet creature, sweet creature
When I run out of road, you bring me home
“So yeah, they fucking closed down the Drive-In. It was where I earned my money, where I
lived, and they closed it,” Jughead finished his story as he and (Y/N) walked
back to their hotel, hand-in-hand.
“Where did you go after that?” she questioned, completely
absorbed in his story. She swung their
arms back and forth.
“I slept at my school.”
“Your school?” she snorted.
Jughead sent her a pointed look. “Are you laughing at my homelessness?”
“No!” she immediately stopped her laughter. “No, of course not, I just,” she paused to
let a little giggle slip out of her mouth, “out of all places, you decided to
stay at your school? Isn’t it hellish
enough having to spend seven hours a day there already?”
“Well then, where do you suggest I should have gone?”
“You have friends, do you not?” she sassily inquired. “Did it ever occur to you that, I don’t know,
maybe you could crash at one of their places?”
“I was trying to not be selfish.”
“Well you ended up being an idiot.”
“Archie caught me eventually,” Jughead decided to continue
his backstory, “so I guess I did end up crashing at a friend’s house.”
(Y/N) remained silent for a moment as the two of them
entered the hotel lobby. “Well,” she
broke the silence, “I still think you were stupid.”
Running through the garden, oh, where nothing bothered us
But we’re still young
I always think about you and how we don’t speak enough
“Well, I guess I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow,”
(Y/N) sighed as she and Jughead stood in front of her hotel room. She offered him a stiff smile.
“Yeah, see you tomorrow.”
Jughead mirrored her tight expression.
The two awkwardly stood in front of (Y/N)’s door, not wanting to leave
each other’s presence. Finally, she broke
the tension by taking the key out of her pocket and unlocking her door.
“Tomorrow,” she repeated, entering her room and closing the
door behind her. Jughead remained
standing outside for a moment and stared at the spot where (Y/N) just was. He slowly edged away from her room and trekked
towards his room. His hands were stuffed
in his pockets, shifting through the items stuffed in there to find his room
key. His fingers brushed against the
smooth plastic card, so he pulled it out and slid it into the card reader. When the little light flashed green, he
turned the doorknob and stepped into his vacant room. He tossed his phone onto the bed and paced
around his room, running his hands through his hair.
And ohhhh, we started
Two hearts in one home
I know it’s hard, we argue
We’re both stubborn, I know
Jughead knew that he had to wake up early the next morning,
but that night, he couldn’t seem to be able to make himself sleep. It wasn’t even that he couldn’t stop thinking
about something; he had no idea as to why he couldn’t fall asleep. He stared at the white ceiling and waited for
fatigue to wash over him.
He didn’t know how long he was staring at the ceiling for
when his phone buzzed, signaling he had received a text. He had no idea who would be contacting him so
late, surely all of his Riverdale friends were asleep by now.
“I can’t sleep,” he read aloud the text sent from
(Y/N). He typed back a response saying
that he, too, could not sleep. She did
not respond for a few minutes, and Jughead figured that she final fell asleep.
He was proven wrong when there was a soft knock on the
door. He threw his blankets off of
himself and stood up. Cautiously, he
unlocked the door and opened it to see (Y/N) sporting some loose pajamas and
holding one Styrofoam cup in each hand.
“Sorry,” she quietly apologized, handing him a cup. He peered at the liquid inside to discover
that it was hot chocolate. “Would you
mind if we talked for a bit?”
Sweet creature, sweet creature
Wherever I go, you bring me home
Sweet creature, sweet creature
When I run out of road, you bring me home
“Of course not,” Jughead answered, opening the door wider to
allow her to enter.
She smiled thankfully at him as she walked inside, lightly
sipping on her hot chocolate as she moved.
“I know it’s late and this is stupid, but I figured I’d come over since
you couldn’t sleep either.” She glanced
at the clock that indicated that it was almost midnight. “Honestly, it’s not even that late. If I were at home right now, I’d totally
still be up and kicking.”
“Me too,” Jughead agreed before taking a sip of the hot chocolate. “But we’re here.”
“Exactly.” They fell
into a silence as they both drank their hot chocolates, enjoying the warmth it
provided them in the AC-blasting room.
“So did you want to talk about anything?” Jughead inquired,
setting his half-empty cup down. “Or did
you just feel like coming over?”
“Kind of both I guess.”
(Y/N) shrugged, copying his actions by placing her cup on the
ground. She sat on the floor with her
legs crossed. “I just… I don’t know, I
feel like we don’t talk much.”
“It’s not either of our faults,” he said, sitting on the
floor across from her. “We just don’t
“Yeah, that’s my point.
Like I was saying at dinner, this internship just gets to be a bit much
sometimes. And don’t get me wrong, I’m
not gonna quit, I just want to vent about it.”
Jughead smiled at her.
She took in a deep breath before starting. “I get so sick of it sometimes, the
repetition of it all. Every day, we go
in and run papers all over the building from one person to another, and we always
get our work torn apart. I swear, we
almost never get praised. And I
understand that they don’t want us to get cocky, and, as Mrs. Williams always
says, ‘You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t have talent,’ but that doesn’t make
it any easier.”
“Hey,” Jughead softly interrupted her, grabbing her
hands. “You’re so incredibly talented. You know they’re ripping you apart to make you
an even better writer than you already are.
And if you ever need a confidence booster, then come to me. You know I’ll always praise your writing.”
(Y/N) glanced at the floor with a smile. “Thank you, Jughead. I’ll praise your writing too, whenever you
And ohhh, when we
Just two hearts in one home
It gets harder when we argue
We’re both stubborn, I know
They talked for another hour before they realized how late
“It’s past one o’clock?” (Y/N) questioned, picking up her
empty cup and standing. “I should
probably get to sleep.”
“Yeah, me too,” Jughead greed, following suit and standing
up. “I’ll see you in the morning?”
“In just a couple hours, yeah,” she laughed and exited,
leaving a grinning Jughead behind. He
marveled at his closed door for a moment before he remembered how late it was,
so he flopped onto his bed. He glanced
at clock’s bright red numbers, the ones that were practically screaming at him
that it was late. Almost immediately, he
fell into a deep slumber, a small smile still gracing his lips.
Sweet creature, sweet creature
Wherever I go, you bring me home
Sweet creature, sweet creature
When I run out of road, you bring me home
You bring me home
Both of them thought that night would be a one-time
thing. But the internship remained
stressful as ever, and about a week later, (Y/N)’s poor attempts at falling
asleep were interrupted by a light knock on the door. She had a pretty keen idea as to who stood
outside, but that didn’t stop the shock of seeing Jughead standing outside her
room, holding two hot chocolate-filled cups.
“I’ve got hot chocolate,” he stated, handing her a cup with
a grin. “Let’s talk.”
J-Hope smut? I’ve been searching and searching and I cannot , for the
life of me, find one where he is like the school dick. No matter how
much I try to deny it I can’t help but think of him as dominant but I’m
the kind that would like talk-back and be really cheeky.
Please note that this scenario contains smut - dom/sub, begging, dirty talking, light bdsm.
I got kind of carried away with this so here is 3.6k words of absolute sin whOOps
You were an average student. You received semi-good grades
and your attendance was adequate. You weren’t usually the type of person to
intentionally get yourself into trouble for shits and giggles, but there was
one person in particular who did – and they knew the exact buttons to press to
frustrate you while simultaneously making you want them even more.
Jung Hoseok was in the same year as you, in almost all of
the same classes. You met him when you were 12, and now being 18 and in your last
year of high school – you could confidently say that you knew Hoseok pretty
Back then, Hoseok was a shy and timid child that could
barely string together a proper sentence. But now, he had since gained more
than enough confidence – acting a little too big for his boots while still
being extremely wet behind the ears. To put it simply, Hoseok was the school
dick. It’s not that he bullied other students – he was just incredibly rude to
them unnecessarily. He roamed the school with his group of friends, casually
making students and teachers lives just that little bit more difficult. Whether
it was ‘accidently’ tripping someone in the hallway who may have gave him a
funny look or causing one of the teachers grief by verbally abusing any
authority they tried to have over him – Hoseok knew how to manipulate and
control everyone around him.
-Shou has many many scars on him all from his father. he sometimes just sits shirtless in front of a mirror and traces over them remembering what happened. Reminding himself that this is not normal. That this is not okay.
-Shou once saw Ritsu’s father pat his head and Shou almost blasted him across the room before he realizes that it was actually an affectionate gesture.
-Shou has a very nervous habit of biting on his sleeves. The ends of his jacket are frayed and wet and disgusting and he doesn’t remember the last time he washed it but he doesn’t want to lose it. So he never does.
-Shou has received affection once, just once, from his father after his mother left. He was eight and he was in horrible burning pain and his father picked him up and carried him to the med room and wrapped up his injuries. It never happened again and Shou is almost sure that he dreamed it…but it’s also a massive reason he sometimes doubts the abuse.
-Ritsu cries very easily. Shou laughs instead of crying. Ritsu wants to punch Shou in the face for making fun of his crying but then gets a massive pit of dread in his stomach when he sees Shou laughing off a stab wound or a broken bone.
-One time Shou did cry in front of Ritsu though…it started off as laughter that then turned hysterical and caused him to collapse on the ground shaking as he started sobbing between laughs and he couldn’t breathe and he wanted to die because he broke down and…He kept saying that he was sorry for crying….Ritsu held him tight and tried to be comforting but all he could really do in his state of shock was to rock him and try his best to soothe him
-One time Reign tried to pat Shou on the Shoulder and Shou nearly threw him into a wall. Mob stopped him but Shou was so embarrassed he didn’t come back for a month
-Shou uses memes as a way to cover for his emotional shortcomings and trauma
- Shou…knows how to dance…he learned…as part of his training???
-Shou is simultaneously afraid of touch and completely touch deprived so it ends up in this odd situation of “i can touch you but for the love of god please don’t touch me.”
-Shou batterdick cucumber memes his father’s name. He has over one hundred and twenty seven ways of saying ‘touch your toes sucky key.’
-Shou attempted to live with his mother….but….she kept trying to do things he wasn’t okay with…but by that i mean…giving him rules and curfews and things Shou has never done in his life and he gets angry and he calls bullshit and he runs away from home to hide for a few days and she panics because she lost her baby again but Shou….is not okay…with being controlled…
-Shows mom still doesn’t like seeing his power and everytime he uses it she makes a small uncomfortable expression and Shou begins to dislike them a little bit more…
-Shous hamsters are very well treated but at the same time…Shou is terrified to interact with them because he might hurt them
-Shou has a fully documented file on every injury, every scar, and every trauma his father has given him…he doesn’t really know what to do with it…
-Shou just wants to hug somebody for hours on end. To feel another person’s warmth encompassing him and keeping him safe…but he feels childish whenever he does because….who would even want to hug him??? he Should just get over it??? grow up???
-One time his mother dropped a pan and Shou nearly started crying….he hates…loud noises….he doesn’t mind if they are natural like thunder…but…the sound of a pan banging against a floor…a door slamming…hands slamming on the table….it terrifies him.
-Shou hugs his pillow when he sleeps.
-Shou used to have a stuffed animal collection but his father destroyed them..calling them childish.
-Shou has a shit ton of money coming his way because of his father but….he doesn’t really want it….it feels dirty and he doesn’t want any help…from anyone
-Shou has exactly 0 social skills. He never learned how tf to deal with people. He just tried to make himself seem as big as possible and hopes things will go his way.
-Shou uses comics, manga, books and tv shows as a way of escapism. He surrounds himself in the stories so much that he used to call his father DR. Robotnick. (Sonic sat am ref lol.)
-Shou hates taking showers or baths. He feels entirely too vulnerable and sometimes he’ll push it off for a solid month before taking one.
-Shou has never had a good night’s sleep. Ever.
-Shou has freckles. hundreds of freckles. they’re all from his mom
-Shou wants to go to school with Ritsu but at the same time he’s terrified to try.
-He’s not good with people. his schooling did not keep up 100% with academics, he hates being told what to do ect ect…
-One time he hung around reigen and did a dumb doodle on a sticky note and reigen praised it and said it looked really good and Shou started crying….he doesn’t know why. maybe it’s because he’s never been praised on his art before..
-Shou sometimes breaks into Reigen’s office to sleep on his couch. Reigen is mildly concerned but lets him do it anyway
-Shou is that person who always, c o n s t a n t l y, has to show somebody up. You ran a mile?? I ran two!! You’re feeling depressed?? well my father ran a cult and tried to take over the world and constantly abused me!! He does not mean to be mean by it…but he’s so used to his thoughts and feelings being completely invalidated that…he h a s to…you know???
-Shous relationship with his mother….hmm….It’s kinda rocky. Like they love each other but they don’t really know much about each other anymore and she doesn’t really like his powers but they still do try and they really do care for each other but there will always be this……unspoken…gap….between them.
Why he never talks about his father…why she never wants to hear.
they hug and kiss and would do anything for each other…but at the same time…something unspeakable happened here and neither of them are willing to acknowledge it
[i say kiss because familiar kisses are a thing but i’m not 100% sure they happen out of the south so like;;]
-anyway if Teru and Shou ever start talking about their feelings they would get…so frustrated with each other. constantly trying to say who had the shittier experience because i feel like this shouuppance [pardon the pun] is a core part of their characters and honestly it would reach a point where they would fucking f i g h t.
But in the end it turns out being good for them because they had the chance to let off some of the steam that they’ve been building up and lets them relax a bit and they eventually realize they won’t win against each other. They’re both too stubborn. and instead they start comparing stories and laughing their ass off about how fucked up they are.
Shou: And then he left me locked in that room for three days without any food lol!!!
Teru: Oh god, do i feel that!! I don’t have anybody to take care of me so It’s just constant isolation and if I get sick, well then! I’m not eating till I recover!
[Anyway this post is 1000ish words long so i’ll cut it here lol, I have more Shou hcs that I’ll probably upload later~~ Thanks for reading!]
Hanna, Spencer, Aria, Emily, and I were seated at our usual table at the Brew. It was a cool Saturday afternoon when Spencer texted all of us to meet at our old favorite hangout. Even though the cafe was familiar, it was strange to be back since Allison wasn’t around.
I got chills just thinking of my dead frenemy. It had been months since her body was found and I still wasn’t over it.
“Right, we all got texts after the funeral from A, right? Well, I’ve been getting more since,” Spencer said. “How about you guys?” Aria hesitated. “Yeah, I have too.”
“Same,” Emily said.
“Unfortunately, I have been getting the creep’s texts too,” Hanna said.
They all turned to look at me and I shrugged.
“They haven’t bothered me since the funeral,” I muttered before sipping my black coffee.
“What?” My four friends hissed in unison.
“How…why?” Emily asked.
I shrugged again. “I don’t know, I guess I’m the most innocent out of all of us.”
At that, all of my friends scoffed and laughed.
“Yeah, right. I don’t think you have an innocent bone in your body,” Spencer said.
“You are the same Y/N Y/L/N who took ecstasy at the fall dance, right?” Aria asked.
“And the same Y/N who snuck into hotel parties and stole free booze,” Emily said.
“Okay, I get it. I’ve done some scandalous things, but everyone in Rosewood knew about it,” I said with a laugh. “Besides, I’ve changed. My time in Japan really calmed me down and I learned that there’s more to life than nonstop partying.”
“We’ll see about that,” Hanna said. “But don’t put the old Y/N away for too long; she’s fun.”
“She’s also destructive.”
“But Y/N has a point, maybe A’s leaving her alone because she did everything in the open,” Spencer said.
“Yeah, well, the rest of us couldn’t exactly be honest about our stuff,” Hanna muttered.
Even though it was nice not to be harassed by some mysterious freak, I kind of wanted the treatment just so I could be in the same boat as my friends. I felt bad for not suffering and I was positive that I had done worst things than them when Alison was alive. Some people said that I was worse than her in some aspects. However, I never bullied anyone, I just never really discouraged Allison from doing so.
Spencer was leading the discussion for a plan when Emily gasped.
“What?” Aria gasped.
“Look at who just walked in,” Emily whispered.
We all turned and time seemed to slow down. Jason Dilaurentis had walked into the Brew and everything seemed to stopped. Patrons stopped their conversations and employees paused from taking orders as they observed Alison’s older brother approach the cashier. Jason didn’t really look at anyone and his expression was grave. I was thankful that he didn’t look at anyone, particularly me, because my heart seemed to stop.
“He’s back in town?” Aria whispered. “When did that happen?”
“I don’t know, maybe he came after the funeral. Maybe he couldn’t handle Ali’s…death.” Emily muttered the last word quicker than the rest.
“He looks good,” Hanna said.
Spencer, Aria, and Emily shot her a judgmental look.
“What? He does. Rehab did him well,” Hanna said.
I wanted to agree with her, I really did, but that would reveal my big secret, the one that none of them knew.
Suddenly, Jason turned around from making his order and looked right at me. I was paralyzed—-I couldn’t move under his hazel gaze. Our interactions were never so stiff and awkward, they were usually much more natural. I supposed that kind of thing happens when one doesn’t see someone they were involved with for a year.
Finally, he turned away and began scrolling through his phone.
“Do you guys think he could be A?” Emily asked.
“No way. A’s using stuff against us that only Ali would know and she and Jason weren’t exactly close,” Aria said.
I couldn’t focus on the conversation though, all I could think about was the first time Jason and I started sneaking around.
It was two summers ago. We were all sleeping over at Alison’s house in her bedroom. Justin Timberlake’s “Summer Love” was blasting in Alison’s room as we played Truth or Dare. Jason and his older friends were having a party downstairs and it was getting wild down there. Me being the daredevil party girl I was, I wanted to join that party more than anything. Besides, it was an excuse to be near Jason.
“Spencer, truth or dare?” Aria asked.
“Truth,” Spencer said.
We all groaned.
“Of course you picked truth again,” Alison scoffed.
Spencer shrugged shyly and Aria tapped her chin in thought.
“Have you ever cheated in class?” Aria asked.
“No, never!” “Lie!”
“She can’t cheat, she’s a Hastings. You’re all weirdly smart,” I said as I grabbed some popcorn from the bowl in Hanna’s lap.
“But maybe she was desperate for the perfect grade and was forced to cheat,” Alison argued.
“That is a good point,” Hanna mumbled.
“Well, it’s not true. Besides, it’s Y/N’s turn.” Spencer turned to me.
“This should be good.” Aria leaned forward.
“Truth or dare?” Spencer asked.
“Ooooh,” Aria, Emily, and Hanna sang.
“I dare you to steal a bottle of alcohol from the party downstairs,” Spencer said.
Alison glanced at me. “I don’t know about that…”
“No. I must complete it because Y/N Y/L/N always completes the dares she’s given.”
I maintained a calm composure as I stood and walked out into the hallway. Alison and the rest of the girls followed me to make sure I did it. On the outside, I was relaxed, but on the inside I was terrified. I had never been to a party with people such as Jason’s friends. They were all older and drug and alcohol addicts. But I wanted to impress Jason since I’ve had the biggest crush on him since kindergarten. So, I silently thanked myself for wearing a flattering NWA concert t-shirt with black leggings before traipsing down the stairs and into the chaos.
There were people making out in plain sight, drinking, and doing drugs off of weird surfaces. Some hard rap song I didn’t know was playing and I was thankful that no one really noticed me as I weaved by people, stepped over bottles, and searched for a full bottle of liquor and Jason. Unfortunately, neither seemed to be in the main area so I moved to the kitchen. It was less populated and I managed to slip past a stoned couple before grabbing for the bottle of whiskey ontop of the fridge.
“I don’t remember inviting you to the party,” Jason muttered in my ear.
His voice was hot and made my body tingle every where. Somehow, I managed to remain relaxed as I turned to face him. He was gorgeous with his unruly golden hair, perfect stubble on his sharp jaw, and hazel eyes aimed on me. He was wearing a gray hoodie and black jeans without a shirt. I was able to see his sculpted upper body and all I wanted to do was reach out and touch it.
“It’s a shame, this party would be much more exciting if I had been invited,” I said.
“Is that so?”
“Mmhmm, but your friends seem a little boring any way.”
Jason smirked and stepped closer towards me. “Really? I think they’re pretty entertaining.” Jason looked me up and down. “So, why did you come down here, Y/N?” “I wanted a bottle to take back upstairs to liven up the sleepover. Could you help me with that?” “Yeah, if you do me a favor.”
“What do you want?”
“Liven up this party. I know you can dance—you look so sexy when you do. Show my friends a good time.”
The fact that the object of my affections just called me sexy was still rolling through my mind before the rest of his words hit. He wanted me to dance for him and his friends before I could get alcohol. Some would call it degrading or too much effort to complete a dare, but I didn’t see it that way.
“Fine.” I walked back into the living room, glancing at the stairs to see Alison, Aria, Spencer, Emily, and Hanna peering from the top of the staircase.
I winked at them as I approached the coffee table and cleared off the empty beer bottles, drug remnants, and snacks. The people around me jumped up to protest, but I ignored them as I stepped onto the table, right as Notorious BIG’s “Hypnotize” came on. I smirked and let the rhythm take over, making me swivel my hips, body roll, dip down, and wave my arms around. Jason’s friends—as high or drunk as they were—-cheered as I danced around and began dancing as well. I turned to Jason and saw him staring at me as though I were quarry and he was a hunter. A jolt went through me and I liked it, I liked the feeling of not knowing how he was going to act but knowing he would act.
In the middle of song, I stopped dancing and walked over to him as though I were in a trance.
“Pay up, I held up my end,” I said.
“Of course.” Jason handed me the bottle of rum and I grabbed it. However, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer. “You’ll be seeing more of me later.”
He released me and I walked back upstairs as though I wasn’t bursting to tell my friends about what happened. Instead, I played it cocky as I waved the bottle around before handing it to Alison. She gave me one of her knowing looks that bugged me before we all headed inside her bedroom.
“That was so cool,” Aria said.
“Yeah, I’d never be that bold to do that in front of all those older guys,” Hanna said.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get there one day,” I said.
“No, you were reckless down there, Y/N. Something could’ve happened to you,” Spencer said.
“Well, nothing did and now we have rum,” Alison said.
We passed the bottle around so many times that I blacked out. When I came to, the other girls were passed out and I really had to pee. I exited the room as quietly as possible before I made a beeline to the bathroom. When I finished, I began heading back to Alison’s room, still feeling the effects of the rum. Just when I got to Alison’s door, someone grabbed me and yanked me into another room. I yelped but was shushed when I made eye contact with Jason. His eyes were cloudy but he was probably more sober than me.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
“I told you that you’d be seeing more of me later.” Jason closed the gap between us. “It’s later.”
The kiss was hot and passionate. No one else had ever kissed me like that so I moaned into it. Jason smirked underneath it as he wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped mine around his neck, pulling him closer. We began making out and he gently pushed me onto his bed. Our tongues interlocked several times and I clawed at his hoodie. Jason took it off without breaking the kiss. I rolled him over, pinning him down, and pulled away to take off my shirt. He stared at my naked torso for a while before leaning up and kissing me. He kissed down my neck, making sure to nip and lick down the side, forcing me to try to keep quiet.
“Shhh, don’t want to wake my sister or your friends,” he whispered.
With those words, I became stone cold sober. How could I be hooking up with my friend’s brother when she and my other friends are in the next room? I felt dirty and weird and not in the good way.
“I can’t do this,” I said as I pushed him away.
“Don’t get me wrong, I really want to, but you’re Alison’s brother. It’s…it’s too weird.”
I tried to get off his lap but Jason pulled me back in. “Why is it weird?”
“Because I’d be going behind my friend’s back. It’s a girl thing, I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”
Jason rolled his eyes. “You don’t even like Alison that much. Besides, we both want this…a lot.”
Even though my relationship with Alison ran hot or cold, we were still friends and I had to stay loyal. But Jason looked really good and he was doing and saying all the right things.
“Yes, but I’m not going to do this with all of them across the hall.”
“But doesn’t that make this hotter?” He kissed my collarbone. “Knowing we could get caught at any second?”
“You make a good argument, but I need to get back before anyone notices.” I pried his hands off of me and grabbed my shirt off the floor. “I’m sure you could get plenty of other girls to do this.”
“I want you.”
With those three words, Jason Dilaurentis had me. He said them with such sincerity that it shook me to the core. Alison was never that sincere about our relationship, but she would give me hell if she found out about what I was about to do.
I slipped my shirt back on and walked over to Jason. “Just because we don’t do this now doesn’t mean we couldn’t do it later.” I wrapped my arms around him. “We could keep it between the two of us.”
“Sneaking around? I like it.” Jason kissed me.
“I have to go,” I whispered as I pulled away.
“I’ll text you.”
I nodded and when I turned to walk away, Jason smacked my butt. I jumped and narrowed my eyes at him before continuing back to Alison’s room. When I got back into my sleeping bag, I thought that no one had caught me. That was, until I felt the acute sensation of someone watching me.
“Y/N?” Spencer asked.
I blinked and looked at her. “Yeah, sorry, what did I miss?”
“We wanted some pastries. Could you get them?” Spencer asked.
“Um, sure, yeah. What do you guys want?”
Emily didn’t even finish hers before I stood and made a beeline to the register .The Brew was pretty busy so Jason was still there and I felt hot—-an anxious hot being near him. I thought that I had gotten over him in my time out of the country, but I don’t think that I did. I quickly ordered my friends’ food and had the pleasure of needing to walk past Jason to get to my table. Lucky for me, he looked up just when I was about to start walking.
“Y/N,” Jason said.
“Hi, Jason. It’s good to see that you’re back in town,” I said.
“Yeah, I wanted to help my mom with some stuff.” Jason looked me over. “You look good…really good.”
“Thanks, a year in Japan will do that to you.”
“Oh, I heard about that. How was it?” “Therapeutic. I needed it after everything.”
“You look good, Jason.”
“Thanks, we should talk some time.” “Sure, uh, just text me. The number hasn’t changed.”
The awkward air between us made me grit my teeth. Things used to be so organic and natural until the incident. Now, we couldn’t even be cordial to each other in a coffee shop without it feeling foreign. Sometimes, I wish we still had our old arrangement, but it felt good to get rid of the toxicity it brought to my life.
“Jason!” the barista called.
“That’s me. I’ll see you around.” “Uh huh.”
Jason grabbed his coffee and left. When I breathed, it felt as though I was releasing a breath that I had been holding for too long. It didn’t help that my friends kept staring from our table. There was no doubt in my mind that they would ask me questions when I sat down.
A few minutes later, when I returned with the sugary treats, I was bombarded with questions.
“Okay, what was that?” Aria asked.
“Nothing, we just talked for, like, one second.”
“More like five minutes,” Spencer said.
“What did you two talk about?” Hanna asked.
“Nothing, we just caught up and then he left.”
“Why was he so engaging with you?” Emily asked.
“We used to be in the same social circles. I used to run into him all the time at parties. Now, can you enjoy your sugar while we talk about something a little more lighthearted?”
For the next hour, I got my wish. We talked about everything but stayed away from mentioning Alison, Jason, or A. Unfortunately, Jason stayed in the back of my mind. There was obviously more to him coming back to Rosewood besides helping his mother. Something else made him come back.
When I got home later, my mother was enraptured by Jeoparady in the living room and my dad was still at work at the law firm. I managed to slip past my mom and go upstairs without her noticing. I slipped off my jacket and slumped onto my bed, exhausted.
I grabbed my phone from my pocket and looked at the screen.
Nothing worse than a bitch who messes with their best friend’s brother.
“And so it begins,” I whispered.
A finally had something on me, the question was could I ever reveal my secret to Aria, Spencer, Emily, and Hanna? They hadn’t mentioned theirs so I had until then to figure out how I was going to tell them mine. They were definitely going to judge me because I knew that whatever A had on them wasn’t as seedy as mine. The worst part was that I might still be in love with Jason.