can we just talk about his face for a second

anonymous asked:

Since bitty is (I think?) the first openly gay player in the NHL in the fics, what about other players hitting on him when they play the schooners, or even better, during the all star game when jack is right there?

The game so far has been nothing memorable, just another pre-season exhibition against Edmonton that neither team really want to give their all because why risk anything before the season even starts?

“Bittle,” Burig, a second line Oilers winger, flags Eric down at the end of the second period, with a look of grim determination that gives Eric the sense he’s about to be sucker-punched.

“Yeah?”

“You, uh,” Burig hesitates, gnawing on his mouthguard and twisting his stick in his hands while he comes up with whatever he wants to say. He huffs and looks around for any teammates that might be watching the exchange, finding the rest of his line distracted, he leans in close. “You doing anything after the game?”

Eric blinks. “What?” 

“Just,” Burig shrugs, face flushing pink, “wanted to see if you’d like to grab a drink or something.”

“Oh. Oh!” Someone from the bench yells his name and Eric is faced with a dilemma he knows he can’t resolve in the next 15 seconds. “Wait for me after the game, we can talk.”

Burig nods tightly, beet red, and skates back to his own bench.

Just another thing for Eric to think about while coach yells at him for missing an unnecessary pep talk.

____

Burig is waiting for Eric when he leaves the locker room, hair still damp and his suit slightly rumpled like he’d thrown it on in a rush, which makes Eric feel worse for some reason.

“Hey,” he perks up when he sees Eric, sliding his phone into his gear bag. “You wanted to talk?” He sounds so earnest it hurts and Eric motions to a meeting room just off the hallway.

“It’ll be a bit more private in here.”

Eric doesn’t waste time when the doors close, Burig isn’t the first player to approach him and he certainly won’t be the last.

“You’re very sweet, but I have a boyfriend.”

“Fuckin’ knew it,” Burig curses, shouldering his duffel bag. “No way someone as hot as you is single. Worth a shot, right?”

“Were you looking for a hook-up or?”

“No, not like that, I just kinda,” he hesitates like he’s afraid of saying too much.

“Safe space,” Eric waves his arms to indicate the empty room. “Be honest.”

“I’m tired of Grindr and puckbunnies and bar hookups, you know? I want something real.”

Eric immediately runs through a list in his mind of the few single players he’s met in similarly awkward situations. “You play in Vancouver next week, right?”

Burig’s eyes go wide and Eric holds up a warning finger. “Hold your horses. I may have a friend in a similar situation, but it’ll be on his terms if he wants to reach out. Give me your number, and I’ll pass it along if he wants to meet. Okay? No promises.”

_______

“You want to tell me why we’re watching Vancouver slaughter Edmonton when we could be doing literally anything else?” Jack bemoans from the couch, poking and prodding at Eric to distract him.

“I’m invested, alright? You plant seeds, you watch ‘em grow.”

The clock runs out on the second period and Eric keeps his eyes trained on Vancouver’s goalie, Crivier, who waves Burig over in a moment of calm. The two talk, barely visible over the shoulder of a commentator, but moments later Burig skates away with a very prominent smile on face. 

“And boom goes the dynamite,” Eric whispers, grabbing the remote to switch over to the new season of House of Cards.

“You playing matchmaker again, Bits?” Jack laughs, pressing himself against Eric’s side and nuzzling at his neck.

“You know how much competition you’d have if I didn’t set up all the guys that hit on me with each other?” Eric breathes, sliding his fingers through Jack’s hair. “I could have a harem.”

Jack groans and squeezes Eric tightly. “I’ll fight everyone,” he murmurs, “even the guys I like.” 

Okay, so can we just talk about Kaldur'ahm for a second?

I mean, just look at him.

Look at this beautiful casserole of perfection.

Gaze upon this superior bone structure. 

Mmm… that boy. He’s so amazingly attractive.  

His mugshot is literally Beyonce.

Even without a face he’s gorgeous, what is happening.

Help, I’m dying over his sheer perfection.  

Look at his perfectly sculpted abs and body. This should be impossible. 

He’s so pretty. 

How can a bunch of artists and animators create such beauty 

He looks like a supermodel, he is just way too pretty for me to handle.   

Moral of the story: Kaldur'ahm is the living embodiment of perfection and should be worshipped for his incredible beauty.   

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Requested by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing​: A Misha x reader x Jensen in which the reader is Misha’s girlfriend, but has a thing for Jensen. Jensen returns the feelings, and they surprise the reader by telling her they’ve shared before.

Word Count: 2100ish

Warning: smut, threesome

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy! XOXO

Misha knows.

You tried to ignore it, and since you realized that wasn’t going to help, you’ve just been trying to hide it. But he knows.

You’ve been caught staring at Jensen one too many times, have laughed too loudly at his jokes, have let yourself text him about silly things in the middle of the night, and now Misha knows.

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okay but can we talk about THIS for a second, please? 

Look at his little face! He is geniuenly so surprised that Tony is just giving him the suit. Like, Tony does not really know this kid, not really. Suddenly the Tony Stark is on his living room, telling Aunt May how smart Peter. Tony takes him to Germany to fight with the freaking Avengers and he builds him a state of the art, personalized Spider-Man suit. So far, Peter’s had to go at this alone. He had to figure out his powers by himself. He had to create his web shooters and “suit” from scratch on the bedget of a 15 year old. He had to deal with the heightened sensitivity his powers gave him and all the other struggles with becoming a superhero at 15 comes with, by himself. Suddenly his childhood hero is here and helping him and he’s not alone in it anymore. 

Peter Parker is just an adorable ball of fluff and goodness. He didn’t expect Tony to let him keep the suit. He thought that Tony would take it with him and he’d be alone being Spider-Man again. 

I just love Peter so much. He makes my little heart swell. We must protect him at all costs. 

Do What I Tell You - Mitch Rapp

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 12,059

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Oral (both receiving), Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Denial, Bar Sex, Death of bad guys, Sir, Voyeurism, Unprotected Sex, Spanking, Choking, Rough Sex, Mutual Masturbation, Fluffy Sex

Notes: Whoops. I feel asleep earlier and didn’t finish till now. Sorry for the long wait. Lemme know how you like thissssss. Oh and happy extended Mitch Week for @stilinski-jpeg and @minhosmeanhoe (I love you guys).

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Someone to Watch Over Me: Part 6

Title: Someone to Watch Over Me: Part 6

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

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Summary:  You end up in the hospital; Dean and Sam have a suspect; things between you and Dean heat up.

Characters:  Dean Winchester, Female reader, Bobby Singer, Tiny, Sam Winchester, Georgia (OFC), Melissa (OFC-mentioned), Charlie Bradbury, Tyson Brady, Ash, Garth, Jo Harvelle, Gabriel

Word Count:  3708

Warnings:  nsfw, language, light smut

Author’s Notes: Inspired by but does not follow the Costner/Houston movie The Bodyguard.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

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Sherlock’s back and he’s in love.

Sherlock’s back and he’s in love.

Sherlock’s back and he’s in love.

SHERLOCK’S BACK AND HE’S IN LOVE

SHERLOCK’S BACK AND HE’S IN LOVE

OKAY BUT CAN WE JUST TAKE A MINUTE TO TALK ABOUT TOMS TATTOO LIKE??? First of all, look at his face in this gif!! He’s so proud!! He loves showing off/talking about his tattoo in interviews and it is SO CUTE. Second, this boi literally got a PERMANENT marking of a spider on his foot bc he wants a constant reminder of his casting as spiderman. He’s an actor. Actors usually try to steer clear of tattoos/permanent markings bc of how they can affect their chances of getting roles. So what does this fuckin cutie patootie do? HE GETS IT ON HIS FOOT TO WORK AROUND IT SO HIS JOB ISNT IMPACTED BUT HE CAN STILL HAVE THE TATTOO. Third, the tattoo is literally on the sole of his foot. THE most PAINFUL place to get a tattoo. He literally put himself through all that pain to show his spidey love. AND THAT ISNT EVEN ALL. Bc of the way the skin on the bottom of the foot is, tattoos fade there like super quick, SO WHAT DOES THIS BOI DO?? HE LITERALLY GETS IT FILLED IN THREE TIMES. He put himself through the pain of a foot tattoo THREE TIMES AND PROBABLY WILL DO IT AGAIN IN THE FUTURE. HE IS SO COMMITTED TO THE PART THAT HE WENT TO THE TROUBLE OF GETTING A SUPER FUCKIN PAINFUL TATTOO FILLED IN THREE TIMES. Tom is so happy and excited about playing Spidey, and he’s so dedicated to the part, and is so proud of his job and it’s literally the sweetest thing ever. WHAT A CUTIE.

Romeo and Juliet

Originally posted by brefjesuisenllce

Summary: All Y/N and Jeff knew how to do was hate each other because of their parents.  What happens when Jeff’s had enough?

Pairing: Jeff x Reader

Request: Request wherein you and Jeff have like a Romeo and Juliet kinda thing (families hate each other, they hate each other too) until they end up falling for one another somehow, you can play with it how you like! (Just don’t make them die pls) AND Can you do 14 with Jeff?

Warning: N/A

Word Count: 1403

Prompt: “No one can change the past, I can’t change the past.”

A/N Would you all like if I made a masterlist of all of my imagines?

It was your first day of kindergarten and your young age made you excited for school.  Everyone was nice, excited, some sad that their parents were gone, but overall, it was a good day.  Until lunch.  You were sitting down eating what your mother had made you when an older boy sat opposite of you.  You instantly recognized him as the son of your parents’ enemies.  You had no idea why your families hated each other, but when you both saw each other’s faces, you simultaneously stood up walked away from each other.  It didn’t feel right, he looked like a nice person, but with your families, you’d be nothing more than enemies.  At least that’s what you thought.

Your lives have been like this for 10 years.  You were a sophomore, Jeff a senior and the two of you haven’t even tried friendship, but rather threw insults at each other.  Again, neither of you knew why, but it was almost as if you were born to hate each other.  You both kept your distance, until your god forsaken history teacher paired you two up for a project.  Outraged, you both expressed your anger while the class sat back and watched the two of you banter.  It wasn’t until you were threatened with getting a zero on the project did you both suck it up and pout angrily in your respective seats.

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I'll Be A Better Man Today - Reggie Mantle x Reader

Summary: Reader breaks up with Reggie after he refuses to stop harassing Jughead. Every attempt to get her back fails, so he comes up with a plan to knock her off her feet.
Requested: Yes
Warnings: None, apologies for any grammar/spelling mistakes.
A/N: I am doing this in two parts, as when I started writing it, it become longer than I had planned it. Hope you enjoy!

**
Jughead didn’t miss the way you determinedly ignored your boyfriend of almost nine months as you passed him in the hallway, at half eight Monday morning.

Greeting your best friend, he also noticed you didn’t make eye contact with him. He watched you fumbling with the combination lock, eyes narrowed. Across the hall, Reggie Mantle, the aforementioned boyfriend, approached slowly. Jughead steeled himself for the usual barrage of insults - but they never came.

‘Hey, (Y/N)?’ He called your name softly, face downcast and eyes sad. You ignored him. Jughead frowned, confusion on his face. Reggie tried again to get your attention.

’(Y/N), can we talk, please?’ His voice weighed with sorrow, even Jughead almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

‘I have to get to class,’ you finally spoke, slamming the locker shut with a loud clang, turning to Jughead and tugging him down the corridor. Leaving behind Reggie, who watched you walk away with a pain in his chest.

'Wanna tell me what that was about?’ Jughead asked, stopping you with a hand on your elbow. You swallowed thickly, emotion welling up in your eyes, your throat tight. 'I broke up with Reggie last night,’ you managed to get the words out with some semblance of strength; Jughead’s eyes widened, surprise like ice-water, shocking him deeply. 'What? Why?’

'He’s a bully, Jug,’ you reminded him, sounding tired. 'And I can’t - I don’t want to be with someone like that,’ you confessed, biting your lip in an effort to hold back the tears that stung in your eyes. Jughead’s face softened; any other circumstances, he would have been glad that his best friend was away from the self-obsessed captain of the football team. However, he could see it in your face, how much you were hurting - and, to be fair to Reggie, even if he could he an ass, he was never anything but a loving, kind boyfriend to you.

’(Y/N)…’ he started, feeling guilty, if you had broken not only Reggie’s heart, but your own, for his sake… you immediately held up a hand to stop him. 'Jughead, no. I didn’t do it because of you, I just …’ a heavy sigh followed before you continued, shaking your head. 'I can’t be the girl who dates the asshole jock, anymore. Just because I lo-’ you cut yourself off with a choked sound, and Jughead’s arm immediately came to wrap around your shoulder, comfortingly. 'Just because I care about him, doesn’t mean I can condone his actions.’

Jughead pulled you in for a proper hug then, squeezing you tightly. The affectionate gesture was all it took for the dam to burst. Suddenly, you were a sobbing wreck, head buried in the taller boys chest. He guided you to a empty classroom, and let you sit through the agonising heartbreak you felt deep inside.

**

The rest of the day passed fairly uneventfully. Reggie approached you a few more times, begging for a minute to talk. Each time, you turned your back and walked away. It was just too much to handle, seeing his face, eyes glazed and eyelashes clinging together with unshed tears. If you even looked at him, just once, you knew it would be the end of you. Veronica and Betty banded together, forming a human shield against your ex - Archie getting angry by the final bell and almost starting a fist fight. Jughead managed to calm him down; 'It’ll only make (Y/N) feel worse.’
You wanted to protest; surely nothing could equal how this felt, to be so close to Reggie but so far away. You kept your mouth shut. You kept your eyes glued to the floor.

Even at home, you were granted no relief. He showed up at the front door, clutching a bouquet of daisies, your favourites. Your father answered, you lurking at the top of the stairs, just out of sight. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but after a moment, the door closed again. Sitting on the top step, your dad looked up to you, smiling sadly. He showed you the flowers, tied with a blue string. You fell apart again. A note was attached to the stem, and you took it to your room, the lingering scent of his familiar cologne lingering on the envelope.

You read, and reread, and reread, the letter penned in black ink, unmistakably Reggie’s handwriting. You read it until you knew it off by heart, until you could still see the uneven letters when you closed your eyes. Your phone buzzed relentlessly, with pleading messages and voicemails, and concerned texts from the gang. Eventually, you turned it off, crawling under the covers of your bed and switching off the lights. Sleep came surprisingly easy, you felt drained, almost hollow, from the strain of ignoring Reggie and putting on a smile for the sake of your friends.

**

Tap, tap, tap.

You moaned; rolling over and finding the cool side of the bed. Smiling in your sleep, you relaxed into the mattress.

Tap, tap, tap.

The knocking dragged you, unwillingly, from your rest. You blinked, a yawn wrestling itself out of your mouth.

Tap, tap, tap.

You shot up, the source of the noise hitting you like a truck. You glanced toward your window, the blinds still open, as you hadn’t had the energy to pull them down earlier. In the dim light of the street lamps, you could just about make out Reggie’s face through the pane of glass. Shuffling across the floor, you lifted it up a few inches, folding your arms against the sudden breeze.

’(Y/N),’ he breathed out, voice rough. It was hard to ignore the shiver the sound of it caused down your spine.

'Reggie, I told you yesterday,’ you whispered, 'I have nothing to say to you.’
'Please, baby, can we just talk?’ He begged, and this time he didn’t hold back his tears, tanned face slick with saltwater.
'There’s nothing to talk about,’ the struggle to keep your emotion in check was one you were starting to lose. Putting your hands against the window again, Reggie pressed his palm to the glass. 'Please, (Y/N), please. I can’t lose you. Just - just give me a second chance!’

Your resolve threatened to crumble, the break in his voice like a sharp edge digging into your gut. With all the strength you could muster, you shook your head. 'You haven’t done anything to prove you deserve one.’

With that, you shut the window, stepping away and pulling the blinds down. You couldn’t see, but Reggie had really fallen apart when you shut yourself away from him. His forehead fell to rest against the cool glass, chest heaving with sobs, his whole body shaking so hard he almost lost his balance on the ledge.

Meanwhile, you had climbed back into your bed, turning over your pillow and burying your face into it. You couldn’t believe what had just happened. You couldn’t believe you had shut him down so harshly. While guilt settled in the pit of your belly, you reaffirmed to yourself that it was the right thing to do. Reggie was, at his core, a kind person. However, he wore armour so thick in public it took a lot to shed it all away to get to that kind person. You’d begged him so many times, to stop harassing Jughead, and Reggie had made promises he obviously couldn’t keep. You fell back asleep, eventually, knowing you’d need all your strength to face the following day.

The Magicians (show) sentence starters

season 1, part 2 of 3
episodes 6 through 9
75 starters
feel free to change gender pronouns
content warning: alcohol mention, cussing, drug mention, violence, sexual themes
[part 1]

  • “Okay, I take it back. Maybe this is a waste of your time.”
  • “That’s a pretty acrobatic form of denial.”
  • “I’m not done with you. Consider it a warning.”
  • “Please, don’t come back here again.”
  • “If I was you, I would be curious.”
  • “Hello? Is someone being creepy on purpose?”
  • “Secure the sacrifice!”
  • “Jesus, I’m not a virgin…”
  • “Wow, you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”
  • “I don’t even know what a chupacabra is.”
  • “I can already see we are immensely handicapped by your presence.”
  • “There’s a way. There’s always a way.”
  • “Oh, if you wanna insult me, you should try again.”
  • “If I had more, I’d give you more.”
  • “You ever want something so badly and then realize that it’s nothing like what you thought? And that maybe you are stupid for ever actually wanting it?”
  • “You look like your head’s about to pop off.”
  • “Celebrate the world you’re in, dummy.”
  • “_____, did you roofie me?”
  • “Can we skip down to where you realize you no makey magic here?”
  • “I am literally losing the will to live.”
  • “Look, talk to me. What’s going on?”
  • “Ask me something harder if you want us to get somewhere.”
  • “Ask me why I’m nice to you.”
  • “I had noticed you’re a tad brusque with everyone else.”
  • “I’m scared to tell you this, because it’s true. I’m falling in love with you.”
  • “I flirted with you that first day because you looked useful, and you were.”
  • “I’ve been using you this entire time.”
  • “I really didn’t see this coming.”
  • “I always hold back, _____. Every single day. I mean, I have no idea what I’m even capable of.”
  • “I don’t want to lose it… how it felt.”
  • “Sit. I do not ask and I do not order twice.”
  • “You think you know how to do this. I assure you, you do not.”
  • “A great magician is magic in his bones, blood, heart, and dick. Or lady parts. Whatever.”
  • “Why don’t you two just fuck?”
  • “Blood’s not gonna come out of that sweater. You should just throw it out.”
  • “Where you think you’re sticking that?”
  • “This magic gin better make us see unicorns that fart rainbows.”
  • “I don’t have to tell you anything.”
  • “You are lucky you’re pretty.”
  • “Why is your face making that face?”
  • “I’m going to go take a nap and pretend that this entire conversation never happened.”
  • “Can we just talk about this seriously for a second?”
  • “Are you in love with me?”
  • “Hell is real, and it smells like Axe Body Spray.”
  • “Leave before I start screaming.”
  • “You stay out of my ass and there’s no blood fued necessary on my end. But come after me, and I will kill you and everyone that you care about.”
  • “I made a horrible mistake asking you to help. Please, leave.”
  • “Maybe we just need to accept the world for what it actually is.”
  • “I hate magic.”
  • “I think about stabbing you all the time.”
  • “Please! You can’t keep doing this to me!”
  • “How is a voodoo doll supposed to help me?”
  • “What we love can be as important to us as our lives.”
  • “That’s kind of a personal question for two people who aren’t supposed to be in the same room.”
  • “Predictable’s not bad, _____.”
  • “Don’t bother with the performance.”
  • “I wouldn’t dream of fooling you.”
  • “You know I never wanted this. You forced my hand. I wish it could be any other way.”
  • “I don’t need to tell you how fucking pissed at you I am.”
  • “I don’t understand why we fell apart after being friends forever.”
  • “I’m working on forgiving you.”
  • “I’m going, and like it or not, _____, you should come.”
  • “_____, I’m stuck! Someone get me out of here!”
  • “This house is haunted as balls, is what that is.”
  • “Okay, this is a little kinky, even for me.”
  • “Some things just aren’t fair. We can’t make sense of them.”
  • “If the world goes after you, take it as a compliment.”
  • “What do you think redemption looks like, _____?”
  • “What if there really is a Hell and this takes me there?”
  • “Well, that bought us about ten minutes.”
  • “Let’s go dig up a dead body.”
  • “You can’t seriously be thinking of leaving them there.”
  • “This is exactly the kind of thing that we should be able to fix.”
  • “Life ain’t fair. Why in the high, holy fuck should death be any different?”
  • “Thinking that you can change anything… It’s such an act of monumental ego. I mean, who the fuck do you think you really are?”
Life Without You (Part Two)

Part One 

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As Harry and Niall sat across from each other in Harry’s living room, there was an uncomfortable silence. The tension could be felt by both and was only growing as time passed. From the moment that Harry had called, Niall knew that something was up, and he had wished that he was better at hiding his emotions. His eyes darted everywhere around the room, completely avoiding meeting Harry’s intense gaze. Niall’s leg bounced up and down as a way for him to calm his nerves. He could tell that Harry was upset; he was fuming. Niall couldn’t help but to notice the way that Harry’s breathing was uneven, how he kept clenching his fists, clear indications of his mood. It was obvious Niall already knew why Harry had demanded he come over so urgently- he had kept a very big secret hidden from him.

“When were ya gon’ tell me?” Harry asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Tell yeh wha’, mate?” Niall responded, trying to play it cool.

“Don’ play stupid wit me, Niall. Ya know exactly wha’ ‘m talkin’ about. When were yeh gon’ tell me that (Y/N) moved to America?” Harry was losing his patience, and Niall knew that it wouldn’t be smart to keep pressing the matter.

“It wasn’ my place to say anythin’. She made it clear tha’ she wasn’ changin’ her mind on leavin’. Plus, yeh were still wit Megan when she moved, didn’ think yeh would care to be honest.”

“Are ya bein’ serious right now? Yeh know more than anyone that I will always care ‘bout (Y/N), doesn’ matter who ‘m wit.” Harry growled, gritting his teeth as he tried to contain his anger.

“‘m sorry, ‘arry, but I only did it because she said she didn’ wan’ yeh to know. I couldn’ go behind her back like that, ya understand tha’ right?” Harry felt his heart nearly stop when he had heard this. She didn’t want him to know? It was now clear as day that (Y/N) wanted nothing to do with him, when all he wanted to do was to have her back in his life.

“Yeah, I get it. Would‘ve done the same thing. ‘s just weird how she didn’ tell me yeh know? I thought she wanted to be friends or somethin’.” Harry admitted. His anger had dissolved, and now all he had felt was sadness. He had hoped that one day maybe you and him could start over and be friends or at least civil with each other.

“Who knows. Maybe she doesn’ wan’ to talk to yeh right now. Or maybe she doesn’ want to be friends.” Niall told Harry, trying not to sound too harsh about the possibility of (Y/N) not wanting to speak to him again.

“Suppose so.” Harry said, sounding completely defeated. He was done talking about you, and he wanted to get off his mind, “Man, ‘s trip is gon’ be a disaster, innit?”

“It won’ be. Don’ worry, ‘arry, it’ll be fine.” As much as Harry wanted to believe Niall, he could shake the bad feeling he had in his stomach.

-

San Francisco was absolutely amazing. You felt like an entirely new person. No stress, no worries, and most importantly, no Harry. Life was easy here. You enjoyed living alone in a small apartment not too far from the beach. You enjoyed the beautiful weather as opposed to the cold you were used to living in London for a large majority of your adult life. You enjoyed that there was enough to distract you from thinking about Harry.

You’d asked Niall to let him know that you were moving away, hoping that he would want to at least say goodbye. However, you were only given disappointment as Niall told you Harry said he didn’t care that you were leaving.

At first, you were hurt by what Harry told Niall. It hurt that he didn’t even want to see or talk to you again, but you could understand. You weren’t even talking to each other. Of course he wouldn’t care if you were moving away. You decided to stop trying to fix something that was broken beyond repair and to finally let Harry go. Although, he was acting totally out of character for the Harry that you once knew and loved, and you couldn’t help but to think that something wasn’t right.

-

It had been about four months since your move, and you were really enjoying your new life. You’d made sure to keep in touch with Niall and the other boys. It was nice to know that they still cared about you despite everything that had happened, and they were adamant on making sure you knew that they were here for you. A gesture that was greatly appreciated but entirely unnecessary.

As great as life was, it all changed when the boys had told you that they were coming to visit in two weeks. They said that they missed spending time with you, and they were in need of a holiday. Whenever you had asked if Harry would be coming too, they would completely avoid the question and change the subject. That was enough of an answer for you.

You began to lose your mind upon learning that Harry would also be in attendance while the boys were visiting. You were coming up with a thousand different questions that were all left unanswered. Was he married now? Was he going to bring Megan with him?

As the days came and gone, it got closer to the day where the boys were supposed to fly in. And as the day neared, your anxiety about facing Harry only grew with it.

-

“Don’ worry, (Y/N). Everythin’ will be fine, promise.”  You were currently one the phone with Louis, telling him all about your worries surrounding their visit. You weren’t sure how to act around Harry or how he would act around you. You didn’t know if you should pretend nothing happened and be friendly or if you should ignore him.

“I can’t help it, Lou. I mean, Harry’s always been so nice. I just thought that he would at least want to say bye to me. It didn’t even have to be in person, a text would’ve been fine. He’s completely changed from when we were together, it’s weird.” You were still bothered at the fact that Harry didn’t care that you were moving. It was just something that you never thought would happen. He’s always been the person who was mature, polite, and kind beyond belief. So the fact that he felt that he didn’t have to say bye to someone who he once considered a lover, and before that a friend, was peculiar.

“People change, love. ‘nd sometimes it isn’t the best, but maybe he just thinks ‘s awkward between you two? I mean ‘s a lot of history there. I bet ‘s hard for ‘im to pretend it isn’t there.”

“That’s exactly my point though. Shouldn’t he want to get some closure because of our history? We haven’t really had a decent conversation since I came to get my things from his apartment. Even then, that was almost three years ago, and that definitely didn’t go as planned.”

“I don’ know, (Y/N). I really wish I did, but I haven’t got a clue what’s goin’ through his mind.”

-

It had been a week since you had officially called things off between you and Harry, and you thought that it was time to come and get the rest of the things you had at his place. Because you’d purposely given him a couple days to think everything over and to calm down, you hoped that this entire situation would be more civil than your last encounter with him.

 

You had shot him a quick text telling him that you were coming over, only to receive a notification showing that he had seen your message, but there was no reply.

 

Over the course of the last week, you had slowly built the courage to face him and to talk again, which landed you where you were right now. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t even a little nervous, but you shook the feeling aside, and put on your bravest face. As you opened the front door with your key, you wanted nothing more than for Harry not to be home. If this were the case, you would be able to avoid having another screaming match with him, the last thing you wanted.

 

However, this hope was broken once you saw Harry standing in the middle of his kitchen, fully dressed, looking like he was just about to leave. 

 

“Didn’t think you’d be home.” You admitted, hoping that this conversation would be kept to a bare minimum, “I’ll be quick, don’t worry.” You began to walk out of the kitchen, making your way towards the stairs and into his bedroom, realizing quickly that you were still not ready to face Harry. 

 

Before you even started to walk up the stairs, Harry had stopped you, “Wait, (Y/N). Can we talk ‘bout it? I think I need some closure.” Harry stated, lightly grasping your wrist to keep you from walking away from him for the second time.

 

You avoided keeping eye contact with Harry and instead kept your gaze locked onto where he held your wrist in his much larger hand. You thought that a week was enough time apart, and you believed that you would be ready to talk to Harry. Although, you now know that you were definitely wrong. The moment you had set your eyes onto him, everything from that night had came rushing back. Seeing Harry this soon and having him touch you only added salt to the still very fresh wound.  


”You can talk while I pack up.” You say, practically in a whisper, “I don’t have anything to say to you at the moment.”  You wished that you had the courage to look at him while you talked, but it was just too hard to face the reality of the situation. This was the end of a chapter that you’d both hoped would never end.


”Wha’ do yeh mean ya don’ have anythin’ to say?” 


”What I mean is, there is nothing left for me to say to you, Harry. I said everything I wanted to say that night, and it changed nothing. So why would me repeating the same thing over again change anything now?” Your emotions were getting the best of you. Your voice cracked, and you tried your hardest to keep your emotions at bay. You felt weak, not even attempting to get Harry’s grip off of your wrist. All you felt was sadness, but under that sadness you felt anger. Pent up anger that was finally coming out.  


 “We‘ve both had time to think things over, ‘nd this time I really am ready to listen to yeh. Had some time to calm down too, yeah? If yeh don’ wan’ to talk to me then ‘s fine. I just wan’ to say what’s been on my mind.” The desperation in his voice was obvious. Even though you weren’t looking at his eyes, you knew that they were pleading you to at least hear him out. 


With a sigh in defeat, you agreed, “Fine, but don’t expect anything else except for talking. I’m not going to get back with you just because you suddenly want to talk about our relationship.”  You retorted, finally looking him in the eyes. His face fell slightly at your response, but he reluctantly nodded his head in agreement.


 As you both made your way to his bedroom, it was silent. Harry was obviously hesitant to talk to you, but you couldn’t figure out why. You weren’t sure if it was because he was still gathering his thoughts or if it was because he genuinely didn’t know what to say despite telling you that he had a lot he wanted to tell. However, you chose to ignore it, enjoying the silence because you knew that it wouldn’t last once you both started to talk.


The first few minutes of you packing up the remainder of your clothes and other belongings remained the same. Silence. All Harry seemed to be able to do was watch you gather your things from his position seated at the end of his bed. He wanted to tell you everything that had been on his mind for the last couple of months, especially the last week, but he had no clue how or where to start. His mind was working a million miles a second, and Harry couldn’t even process the whole situation. 

 

“Look, I know ‘s hard to be talkin’ to each other right now, but I just wanted to say that ‘m sorry for bein’ a proper dickhead to yeh that night.”  He felt that the best way to start was to apologize because he knew that the most important thing was for you to understand how sorry he was for putting you in this position.

 

”Harry, I’m just confused. I thought that marriage would be a topic we could talk about, but apparently, I was being delusional and presumptuous.” 

 

”I know, love. I know. I still don’ quite know wha’ I was thinkin’ tha’ night. Should’ve told yeh how I felt about marriage in the beginnin’, but I didn’ and ‘m sorry for leadin’ ya on like tha’.”  There was a long pause after Harry had finished apologizing to you. You had thought that he had more to say than just that he was sorry. An explanation maybe?

 

”Is that all you have to say? You told me that you wanted to tell me everything that was on your mind, so all you were thinking about was a half assed apology?” You were seething at him. Yet again he had failed to explain his feelings to you, even when you had given him the chance to do so. His eyes dropped to the floor, unable to keep eye contact with you. He was ashamed that this was all he had to say to you. Even when there were thousands of things running through his head about what he could say, none of them came out.

 

“I’ve got to go, but if you want to talk about this when you’ve had more time to think, call me, okay?” You softly spoke, calming yourself as you got closer to him. Harry still couldn’t meet your eyes as you talked to him. You stood there for a little while just staring at him, wanting nothing more than for him to stop you from leaving and to give you an explanation. That, however, did not happen. With yet another sigh, you said goodbye and left. 

 

That day you walked out of Harry’s house hoping that one day he would call to tell you that he was finally ready to talk about your relationship, but he never did. 

-

The day that the boys were supposed to arrive in California had finally come. You had told them your address as they were eager to see you the moment that they landed. There was still an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach, knowing that you had to see Harry again in mere hours.

You spent the entire day trying to occupying your mind. You vacuumed your house, cleaned all your bathrooms, mopped the floors, and dusted nearly every surface in your apartment. Unfortunately for you, nothing you did seemed to work. All you could seem to think about was Harry. He was making you a ball of nerves, and you hated that he still had control over you.

After all of your pointless cleaning, you plopped down onto your couch and relaxed for a little while before the boys arrived. It was odd to think that Harry would even want to come when he knew that the boys wanted to spend time with you. You had come to the conclusion that he would be spending his time elsewhere, with his other friends in and around the area. That would mean that you would only have to see him for one day, when they arrived. You just wished that day wasn’t this one.

Sometimes you wished that you and Harry never dated in the first place.

-

You didn’t realized that you had fallen asleep until you were awoken by pounding on your front door. As you made your way to the door, you rubbed your eyes, trying to wake yourself up.

“(Y/N), love, we’re here! Open the door ‘fore I break it down.” Niall yelled, sounding slightly muffled as a result of the door. You could hear the other boys giggling at Niall’s comment, and you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at them.

The moment you opened the door, you were engulfed into a hug by Niall. “Good to see ya, lovely.” Niall said, as he gave you a tight squeeze.

“I’m glad you guys are here. I missed you.”

You could feel a pair of eyes practically burning holes in your head with their intense stare. It was obvious who this was, and you did everything you could to avoid making eye contact. However, you couldn’t help but to notice that a certain girl was not present. She wasn’t holding his hand or cuddling into his side, so where was she? Pulling away from your embrace with Niall, you continued to hug each of the boys one by one, inviting them inside.

Harry stood behind the rest of boys, looking awkwardly at the floor, shifting from one foot to another, suddenly stopping his gaze on you. When it was finally just him standing outside of your apartment, he looked up at you and gave a shy smile. A wave of relief rushed over your body as you realized that he was being friendly. Deciding to return the favor, you gave a genuine smile back and motioned for him to come inside.

You led the boys to your living room where you were previously taking a nap. “Are you guys hungry? Thirsty? I can get you something if you want.” You offered, trying to make them as comfortable as possible.

“Just a couple of waters will do, love. Anythin’ yeh want to give to us ‘s fine.” Niall said, giving you a smile.

“I’ll help yeh.” Harry spoke, swiftly arising from his spot situated on the couch. You didn’t feel like being rude to him, so you simply gave a short nod of your head and made your way into the kitchen, Harry following closely behind.

“How’ve ya been?” Harry started, as he helped you gather a variety of different snacks and water bottles for all the boys.

“Good, stressed, but good. What about you?”

“‘s good. ‘m doing well, thank yeh.” After that, there was a bit of awkward silence as both of you didn’t know what to say. All you could do was pass Harry the food while he made a pile of everything you had given to him on your counter.

Gathering all of the food and water bottles, you started to make your way back to the other boys. However, Harry had other plans as he began to speak again. “Hey, can we talk?” Harry asked you, a slight nervousness detected in his voice.

“We can talk in the living room.” You responding, already feeling the nerves and anxiety start to build up.

“Boys, could you give Harry and I a minute, please?” You requested once you both had gotten to the living room and placed everything on the table.. The boys nodded their heads and got up to give you and Harry the space you asked for. As they left, they gave you reassuring smiles and gave your hand a quick squeeze.

“We’ll go fo’ a walk ‘round the block. Text one of us when ya done, alrigh’?” Louis softly spoke to you. You shook your head at him, not feeling like talking. The boys gave you both one last look before they shut the door and left.

And once again, you were left alone with Harry.

-

You and Harry sat at opposite ends of the couch, staring straight ahead at the wall in front of the two of you. The tension in the room was quite prominent, and it was making you both fairly uncomfortable. There were so many words that could have and needed to be spoken between the two of you, yet all you could do was sit there in silence as you did all those years before.

“Where’s Megan?” You started off, trying to refrain the inevitable conversation.

“Doesn’ matter where she is.” Harry quietly replied. He seemed to be out of it, as if he had no energy at all, and this wasn’t because he had just gotten off a series of long plane rides. No, this was an emotional toll that Harry held with him on his back. One much bigger than you could ever understand. His response, although, confused you beyond belief. Why didn’t he want you to know where she was? “I won’ tell yeh considering we aren’t friends.”

“Oh,” you say, a little surprised at his quick change of mood, “Well, I thought we could start over some day, but if that’s what you want then okay.”

“Yeh wanted to start over?” Harry let out a humorous laugh, “I doubt that, (Y/N). If yeh wanted to start over wit me, yeh would’ve told me yeh were moving away.”

“Harry, that doesn’t make any sense. Me telling you about me moving would not signify us starting over. It’s more like us ending.” You were so upset at the tone he was using with you that you didn’t actually think about what he was saying. If you did, you would’ve realized that what he was saying was entirely wrong. You did tell him about your move.

If you had taken a second to stop and process everything Harry was telling you, you would’ve realized that there was something wrong. You would’ve gotten answers to why he didn’t say goodbye to you before you left London. You would’ve learned that none of this was his fault, that he wasn’t as bad as you had cut him out to be, and that he was still the same Harry you knew. You would’ve learned that you had both been lied to, played, by one of your closest friends. But of course, you didn’t. You didn’t stop to think about anything but your anger towards him that had been building up inside you for years.

“No, yeh’ve got it all wrong. It would’ve done somethin’ for our relationship, our friendship, but no yeh were so eager to get away from me yeh didn’ even think ‘bout yeh actions ‘fore ya did it.” By now, you were both standing on opposite sides of the room, facing each other. Your voices had turned as loud as they did that night as you both desperately tried to get your point across to the other.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You know what’s funny? All those years ago you told me that I had lost my mind for thinking that you would want to get married, but now, you’re the one that has lost their mind. Let me ask you this, Harry. What would you have done had you known about me leaving? Would you have came running to my apartment, begging me to stay? Would you have come over to congratulate me and helped me pack my things? Would you have tried to fix something that can’t be fixed with one simple conversation? What would you have done that was so monumental that you’re so upset about this?” You rambled, throwing up your hands to make ridiculous gestures out of pure frustration and irritation.

“I’d ‘ve tried, (Y/N), but yeh didn’ even let me do tha’. Sometimes yeh can be so fuckin’ reckless. All yeh seem to care ‘bout ‘s yehself, and yeh don’ care wha’ ‘appens in the process. Yeh try to pretend that ya are carin’, but I know the real person yeh are.” Harry had turned into the exact same person he had been on the night you stormed out. He was saying the first thing that came to his head, and his filter was gone. Of course he didn’t actually mean all the things he was saying to you nor did he believe that any of it was true. He was just completely fed up with the way that your relationship had taken such a negative turn so abruptly.

“Fine, Harry. If that’s the way that you really see me, as some sort of toxic, deceiving, manipulative bitch, then so be it. You don’t know me anymore, and I don’t the validation from someone I never talk to. I can’t change the way you think about me, and frankly, I don’t care. If you want to hate me the rest of your life, go ahead, no one’s stopping you. I just hope that one day you can learn to move passed all of this.“ You put in your last word, done with this conversation and Harry.

“I don’ hate yeh, love. ‘m just confused, and I wan’ to start over.” Harry was trying his best to try to calm himself down because he knew that if he didn’t, you would run off again. “I know ‘s hard for both of us to pretend tha’ nothin’ happened between the two of us, but yeh too important to me to jus’ let ya go.”

You had both stopped yelling at each other, and the conversation had turned into one with soft whispers that could barely be heard by the other.

“I don’t think that’s true. If you really wanted me to be in your life, you wouldn’t have said that you think I’m fake or that all I seem to care about is myself. You sure do have a weird way of showing people that they’re important to you, and I’m not sure that I want that. I’m sorry, Harry, but I think that it’s best if we don’t talk to each other. There’s always going to be that tension and resentment, and that’s something that can’t be brushed under the carpet only to pretend it isn’t there.”

“(Y/N), ‘s not true. I can promise yeh that. I would never do that to yeh. I would never hold a grudge ‘gainst ya. The tension will go ‘way some day, jus’ need time. I mean sure it’ll be difficult for us to get passed this bump in the road, bu’ I really want to try again. As friends.”

“Harry, I’m sorry. I just can’t. Seeing you and talking to you is too much for me to handle, even now after all those years of us not talking to each other.” By now, you were crying as all the emotions you had been holding in had finally come out. You brushed passed Harry to get away from him as quickly as possible.

“(Y/N), wa-” Harry tried to stop you, however you were already gone. He wanted nothing more than explain everything to you.

But it didn’t matter what Harry said to you in order to try to change your mind. Because Niall had gotten what he wanted and he won.

-

Hello, my loves! There’s part two! I really hope you all liked this, and I’m so sorry that I made you wait an extra day to read it. This is the final part of the series because I quite like how it ended. Thanks for reading, and your feedback is always welcome. :) Much love- Emily xx

All Mine *Requested*

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Drama

Words: 1,000


Hi, could you write an imagine where reader is jealous instead of daryl? :)


You watched Daryl, who was talking to another girl across the room. She ran her hand up and down his arm and giggled at something he said. “Un-fucking-believable.” you thought to yourself. Was Daryl actually interested in her? What the fuck did he see in this bitch? Well, you didn’t exactly ‘know’ her because you just moved to Alexandria, but you didn’t give a shit. Daryl was off limits to anyone except you, in your mind at least.

“Hey Daryl, can I talk to you for a second?” you asked, interrupting their conversation. He was about to answer but he was cut off when the girl said “Um, excuse me? We were in the middle of something.” you honestly didn’t want to start anything, so you turned around. “What do ya need to talk about?” Daryl asked, putting his hand on your shoulder to stop you from walking away. “Don’t even worry about it.” you said, shaking your head slowly. You glanced back at the girl and she had a confident smirk on her face.

“Can ya give me a second?” Daryl asked the girl as he watched you walk over and sit next to Maggie and Glenn. “Stay.” she pleaded and Daryl just shrugged his shoulders and stayed put. Whatever you had to say could wait.

(2 Weeks Later)

“What did ya wanna talk about?” Daryl asked you. “Really? It’s been two weeks and you’re asking me this now?” you answered, slightly annoyed. “M’sorry, just been busy.” he said. “Busy?” you asked with raised eyebrows and he nodded. You knew he was full of shit, but decided not to bring it up. “Alright then, it was nice catching up.” you told him sarcastically. “Hold on”- Daryl began.

“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” the girl told Daryl in a cheerful voice. She noticed that you were standing next to him and the smile on her face faded. An idea popped into her head and she decided to give it a go. She wrapped her arms around Daryl’s neck and kissed him. You literally felt your heart drop and tears welled in your eyes. You needed to get out of here so that’s exactly what you did.

****

You got on your motorcycle and drove over to the entrance of Alexandria. “Open the gate.” you told Sasha who noticed your tear stained face. “I’m not going to.” she told you firmly. “Open the fucking gate!” you yelled at her and she still didn’t move. You got off your bike and opened the gate yourself and Sasha just watched you. “Thanks for all the help.” you told her as you remounted your bike and took off.

Wind tousled your hair, sending it it in different directions as you sped up as fast as you could. After a while you pulled over on the side of the road and hid the bike underneath branches. You walked for a little bit, eventually you came across a pond and decided to take a break. You took out your water bottle and took a swig as images of Daryl kissing someone else filled your head.

****

“The fuck are ya doin’?” Daryl asked pushing away and wiping his mouth. “Letting that chick know who you belong too and it clearly worked.” she said grinning and he looked around trying to find you. “I gotta find her.” he said. “Come on, is she really worth all that trouble. You can’t compare her to me. Just forget her and come back home with me.” she purred into his ear and tugged on his shirt.

“Yer right, I can’t compare her to you.” he answered and she smiled widely. “She’s better in every single way and she’s got something that you’ll never have.” he said. “Oh yea? And what’s that?” she replied furiously.

Me.”

****

“Have you seen (Y/N)?” Daryl asked Sasha. “Yep, she took off about an hour ago.” she answered. “And ya didn’t stop ‘er?!” Daryl asked, swinging his arm in front of him. “She’s a big girl Daryl. She can make her own decisions. Who am I to stop her? If (Y/N) wants to leave, she can.” Sasha stated.

Daryl rolled his eyes in disgust and got on his own bike, to go and find you. “I would let her cool down. She was obviously upset about something.” Sasha told him and Daryl ignored her, pulling through the gate.

****

Daryl was driving for a while when he saw a bushel of branches where they didn’t belong. He lifted a branch up and saw that it was your motorcycle that was covered. He hurriedly hid his own bike and started to follow your tracks through the woods.

“The hell do ya think yer doin’? Runnin off like that.” You heard a familiar voice say making you jump.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, not bothering to answer his question. “Someone needed to make sure ya didn’t do anythin’ stupid.” he said. “I don’t need a babysitter Daryl!” you yelled, scrambling to stand up. “I’m pretty sure ya do. Comin’ out here alone, do ya even think?!” he yelled back. “Why do you care? It’s not like I mean anything to you anyway! I could die tomorrow and you wouldn’t give a shit.” you answered. “That’s really what ya think?” Daryl asked, lowering his voice. “That’s what I know.” you replied sharply.

“Fine.” he growled. Daryl stormed over to you, pushing you against the nearest tree. “Get off me you asshole!” you shouted, but didn’t try to get out of his grasp. “Nope.” he said licking up the side of your neck and instantly you fell into a puddle of mush. “I saw the way ya looked at me ya know.” he continued and placed open mouthed kisses on your neck. “I know ya were jealous.” he said, digging his fingertips into your hips. “Was.. Not..” you barely got out. “Mhmm, sure ya weren’t.” he answered. “Screw you Dixon.” you said, smashing your lips against his.

“Now you’re all mine.”


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Can we please just take a moment to talk about this fight scene? When Caspian says here “You abandoned Narnia” and the look here on his face, the pure guilt and heartbreak like he’s almost pleading like we didn’t have a choice. like you think I wanted to leave? You think I enjoyed growing up to be a man and lived this whole wonderful life and then have it all snatched away in a second and having to grow up again as a child after living a life as an adult? You think I wanted to leave?just slow hand clapping for will here you guys his look here is if someone with knowledge beyond his years

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July 20th, day 5 nurseydex week prompt: hurt/comfort

[SORRY THIS IS SO LATE GUYS it was a long day]

“I’ll be back later,” Dex tells him, slinging his bag over his shoulder. No practice today, but Dex has an early class. Normally he doesn’t mind morning classes – years of working and living in Maine enforced an early to bed/early to rise mentality so fierce he can’t knock it even on off-season. Not even for Christmas. But he’s making a bit of an exception today and allowing himself to want to stay at the Haus, in bed with his boyfriend. Because it’s Nursey. And for Nursey, he’ll always make an exception.

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im-an-indoor-person  asked:

I need tony and other characters with steve and bucky jealousy Like tell me how are they when jealous. Give me facepalming everyone and oblivious tony

Unfortunately most times when they’re jealous it’s people they cannot just threaten to beat up. They have to be diplomatic about it. Mostly they just turn bright red and look mulish. Honestly everyone’s more amused by it than scared.

There is, of course, Loki when he comes of age. He’s always been touchy-feely with Tony, since he was ten when they met and Tony didn’t think to set up boundaries as Loki got older (why would Loki be attracted to an old maid, Tony would be thirty with children by the time Loki came of age after all). So Loki continues to be touchy-feely, holding Tony’s hand, touching his arm, giving him little gifts from their homeland. Tony is super flattered by it all and thinks Loki is the most wonderful friend. It drives Steve and Bucky out of their minds with rage because Loki doesn’t even try to be sneaky about it; he does it in front of everyone: visiting dignitaries, other royalty, Queen Sarah. It’s embarrassing but they can’t really do anything about it because whenever they accuse him of anything Loki always looks at them with wide, innocent eyes and says, “But Tony is just my dear friend!” (They’re pretty sure he’s sincere about that though because Tony always looks surprised and pleased when Loki says that and Loki looks at him fondly.) ((“I swear on my son’s life if you ever try to sway Tony’s affections toward you,” Sarah hisses after she pulls Loki aside, and lets the threat hang there because she’s found it works better than actually saying what she’ll do. Loki is terrified because no one fucks with Queen Sarah and also his parents and Thor will be super upset if he starts a war with the Rogers. “Tony is just my friend!” Sarah continues to squint at him suspiciously. “I only do it because Steven and James’s faces turn red!” Sarah can accept that, she supposes.))

Then there’s always T’Challa, who has no designs on Tony at all but Steve and Bucky still kind of hover whenever they talk anyway, scowling petulantly. Tony always looks so enthused when they talk, usually about things that Steve and Bucky don’t understand even though Tony’s tried to explain it to them. Plus, Bucky and T’Challa have kind of a weird relationship where they hate each other but politically they agree with each other. It gets even worse when Shuri wanders over and joins the conversation because they’re both so smart and Steve and Bucky aren’t oh no oh no what does Tony even see in them???? (“Kindness?” Shuri says, raising her eyebrows. “Love and affection?” T’Challa adds, rolling his eyes. “Tenderness,” Shuri adds back, because even though she’s an alpha Tony still gossips with her like she’s an omega. “Gentleness,” T’Challa finishes, nodding. “Okay I get it shut up!” Bucky snarls, and then he and T’Challa glare at each other.) ((Tony wanders over from talking with Dame Margaret and smiles at them because they’re all getting along. “What are we talking about?” “You,” Shuri says before anyone else can. Tony blushes and covers his face. “Surely you can find something more interesting to talk about!” “That is absolutely one hundred percent not possible,” Steve insists, wrapping his arms around him, and Shuri and T’Challa roll their eyes.))

Sometimes they get jealous of Pepper, but Pepper has made it clear that Tony is, first and foremost, her leader, and second, her friend. Sometimes it’s just hard to remember that when Pepper reaches out to delicately fix Tony’s hair or the way his clothes are falling on him, especially when she leans in and kisses his forehead afterward. (“This is irrational, boys,” Pepper tells them. “We know,” they answer meekly. “I have never seen Tony in a romantic way.” “We know,” they repeat meekly. Pepper sighs loudly. “Would it make you feel better if we fought it out?” “…Yes,” they reply meekly.) ((“…What,” Tony says when Steve, Bucky, and Pepper limp into the castle, covered in dirt and grass stains and–is that blood?! “Alphas,” Sarah sneers, and then drags him away before he can ask more.))

They always get jealous of Rhodey. They’d challenge him to a fight but one time he heard Tiberius was nosing around again and before Steve and Bucky could do something about it, he wheeled himself out, knocked Tiberius down, and then crawled out of his chair so he could beat him with it. He broke his chair. Rhodey does not fuck around about Tony ever. (“He’s not my type,” Rhodey tells them when he notices them hovering. “Also if you ever even look at him wrong I’m going to heave myself out of this chair and strangle you.”) ((“Why are you so scared of Rhodey?” Tony asks guilelessly. “Rhodey wouldn’t hurt you. You’re my husbands.” “My precious sunflower,” Steve says, cupping Tony’s cheeks. Bucky shakes his head slowly, reaching out to wrap his arms around Tony’s waist. “That is precisely why he would murder us.”))

Off-Limits II

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Off-Limits II
[Some rules are hard to follow│Junoflo]

▽ Off-Limit I

It was quite the feat, making it across your room without stepping on your shattered lamp and to somehow get decent enough to sit in your living room for a lecture. You huffed, hugging Sam’s jacket around your body watching Jung Kwon pace. As if he was so angry he was looking for the right words.

“Please tell me Tiger JK-Hyung isn’t your brother” Sam sighed, rubbing his temples and whispered to you.

“Brother in law” you rolled your eyes. “He’s married to my sister.”

“Tasha-Noona is your sister!?” he groaned.

“You know my sister?”

Jung Kwon scoffed looking at you. “Sam is Feel Ghood Music’s newest member.”

“What? I didn’t know?” you groaned. Out of all the people, you could have possibly met. It had to be someone in direct relation to work. “It doesn’t really matter..Oppa you need to leave now.”

“But-”

“No buts” you stood up, pushing him toward the door. “Thanks for bringing me food. I’ll see you, and Unnie tomorrow for lunch. And not a moment sooner.”

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Have Mercy On Me

A/N: A follow-up to Lose or Win where Spencer follows through on the punishment end of their bet @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn @unstoppableangel8 @iammostdefinitelyonfire26 @sweetg @hogwarts-konoha

Warnings: Right into the smut. Beware. I think this might be one of the smuttiest things I’ve ever written.

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What I really want is to have you over my knees right now.

The arousal was pooling between your legs and you were sitting at work. Normally, there would be a way to alleviate this. Answer being grab his hand and fuck his brains out in the file room, but there was to be none of that this week because of the punishment you were supposed to be enduring.

But it was day three out of seven, and there was a distinct possibility you were going to back your cocky ass husband into the wall of your apartment when you got home and ride him until he begged for you to have mercy.

Spencer Walter Reid, I am going to kill you.

From across the bullpen, you cut your eyes at him. He on the other hand just sat there with a smile, occasionally looking at his paperwork, but more often than not staring at you in such a way that had you melting into the chair. “I still can’t believe he won,” Morgan said, shaking his head as he passed your desk. “What’s the punishment? Because I can tell you’re losing it right now.”

As Spencer glanced between the two of you, you explained to Morgan that Spencer was teasing you with dirty text messages and you couldn’t handle things at work. “Or at home, because he’s torturing me…for a week. Morgan, I am in my prime and I can’t jump him.”

“Who knew pretty boy had such moves?” he laughed, giving your husband a thumbs up as he patted you on the shoulders and returned to his own desk. 

What was that? You’re going to kill me? Not if I mark up your beautiful ass with my handprints first.

Oh, fuck. You and Spencer had never tried spanking before, but that was going to need to happen.

I think we may need to try that soon because I’m sitting over here wondering how the different colors would play off your ass. And knowing I put them there? Amazing.

The idea of being bent over Spencer’s knee as he spanked you? Holy fuck. The dominant side of him was so sexy when it did come out. His demeanor would change, standing up tall and never taking his eyes off you.

Spencer, I’m actually going to come at my desk. Stop it, right now.

You were fucking sweating, knuckles turning white as you gripped onto the desk with all of your might. Even clenching your legs together in an attempt to stave off the inevitable wasn’t working. Spencer got up from his desk and walked over toward you. “I think I could even break the no quickies at work thing just to get a taste of you,” he whispered into your ear.

“You are so dead, husband of mine. Please take mercy on me when we get home. I’m begging you. Take me anyway you please, just give me some kind of a release.”

Spencer’s eyes lit up as he smirked, absentmindedly stirring his coffee as he undoubtedly contemplated how he could have you. Literally, you would have allowed him to tie you up to the bed and fuck you senseless with a ballgag in your mouth. Had never done that before, but you were so ridiculously fucking horny you were ready for anything. “I might just have to break my own rules for that.”

Later that day, the team left for the day and you and Spencer headed home. There honestly wasn’t a time you could recall ever begging to suck his cock, but you did beg, and on the way home that’s a thing that happened. By the time you got home, he was more than willing to throw his rules to the side. “Do we have rope?” he asked, remembering that time about a year back that you’d gone to a sex shop to pick out some things. “I feel like we got some.”

“We did. It’s in a box in the back of my side of the closet,” you said, your legs shaking with the possibilities. In all your years, you had never been this horny. The kind of horny where it almost hurt. 

Spencer leaned and kissed you. “You stay here. I’m going to go grab the rope and then I’m absolutely going to fuck your brains out.”

You started doing a little happy dance in your head and then realized that the only one who would see was Spencer so you started dancing for him. “Spence, can we talk like this more often because I am absolutely loving this.”

“Me too,” he said, his mouth halfway between a smile and a grimace. “Is that a bad thing?”

You shook your head. “We both seem to be enjoying it, so no. Go get the rope. Your wife is about ready to combust.”

His hurried pace slowed for a second. “Just because I’m going to take mercy on you doesn’t mean you’re allowed to come.” You whined. Why not?

A few minutes later, he found the rope and called you inside. “Strip and lie face down,” he said, his sleeves rolled up and his hair tied back. You were never one for a man-bun, but on your husband…it fit…and it was really hot. There was a little piece of hair that wasn’t contained by the hair tie and it fell in his face. You continued to whimper and swallow the overwhelming amounts of saliva as you disrobed and laid face down. “Now reach back and grab your ankles.” Once you’d done as he’d instructed, he tied your hands to your ankles, leaving you without any control. He could literally have you any way he wanted - you were cool with that.

Bending down, he kissed the small of your back, trailing upwards along your spine, the lone piece of hair tickling your skin as he traveled upward. “Tell me if I’m doing anything you don’t want me to do, okay?” he whispered, his voice wavering just a bit. The last thing he wanted was to be doing something purely for his own pleasure and disregarding how you were feeling. “A word?”

“Blue,” you replied. “I’m good, Spence, just…”

“Got it,” he giggled. 

Leaning your head into the mattress, you focused in on the way your hardened nipples felt against the softness of the comforter. Spencer grabbed you behind the knees and brought you to the edge of the bed, your pussy already dripping for him. “I love that I’ve got you this worked up already. As a kid, I never thought  I’d have that kind of power.”

You laughed, getting cut off by a gasp as he sank to his knees behind you and dipped his head between your legs. His large hands grasped your ass as his tongue delved into you. After nearly bringing you to the brink, he pulled away and placed kisses on each of your ass cheeks. “Mine and mine,” he said, laughing as you whimpered again. “You get to ask for my permission to come. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” you mumbled. You’d never called him sir before, but you could get used to it. Judging by the wetness of your center, calling him that alone had made you wetter. A strangled groan rattled out of you as he slipped himself inside you. “Oh my god, oh fuck.” At this angle, he felt twice as big as he normally did - and he was perfect to begin with. “Spence…will you pull my hair too? Please?”

Although you couldn’t see him, you could hear a low moan behind you as he grabbed your hair and began to move in and out of you, slowly at first to get you accustomed to this angle. Nearly every thrust brought new goosebumps to your skin. Within a minute or two, you were ready to come, but when you asked, Spencer said no, so you groaned and buried your head into the comforter, biting down on the fabric in an attempt to stave off your impending orgasm. The slight bit of pain brought on by biting the comforter knocked you out of your desperate need to come for a few seconds. It was all very overwhelming, but in the best way. “Oh fuck, Y/N,” he breathed, his cock hitting the deepest parts of you with each thrust. “You’re so wet.”

“For you,” you managed to choke out. “Please can I come next time?”

He bent down and kissed between your shoulder blades, tugging your hair to the side. “Yes, you may. Good girl for asking.”

Oh, he called you good girl. That needed to happen more often. “Please don’t hold back. Just fuck me,” you begged. With that, he pulled you back so your ass was off the mattress. As he pumped in and out of you, his right hand reached around to massage your clit. You jolted at the assault on your sense and again came near to the edge in seconds. “Oh my god, I’m gonna come baby. I’m gonna come.”

“Good girl,” he muttered, tugging your hair as he buried himself inside you one final time and came as well, collapsing on top of you momentarily, before undoing your ties. “That was amazing,” he smiled, gliding his fingers up your center and then tasting the arousal off them. “I want to do that more often.”

“Work me up like that again at work tomorrow and you can absolutely have me again,” you giggled. This little bet between you had brought on a whole new dynamic in your relationship, one that was absolutely worth exploring a bit more.

2

stuck - Peter Hale

Prompt - read gets stuck In the lift with Peter hale but can he get her to tell him why she has been avoiding him

Pairing - Peter Hale x reader

A/N - italics flashback

Warnings - none pure fluff, heated kissing
Story
Pressing the button next to the life doors in the hospital, you couldn’t wait for the day to be over. It had been long and draining, a pile up on the highway and then a hell hound tore the hospital.

The lift opened you walked in pressing the ground floor button still worrying about today’s events. Just as the doors were closing a ting sound made them reopen. You  groaned as Peter Hale walked into the lift with his cocky smile. “hello y/n” he said reaching past you to press the same button you had ‘g’. “Peter” you answered low watching the doors close and feel the lift move. Peter looked at you “so how have you been?” he said casually. “FINE, YOU?” you say back cold not looking up at him. Watching the light on the numbers move as the lift went down, willing them to go faster. 

The was a loud clank, and the lift shook making the lights flash. The movement of the lift made you stumble over, Peter caught you in his arms before you hit the floor. “what happened” you say more panic then you wanted in your voice. The lights went off with a small dull emergency light came on. “I think it’s stopped” Peter said standing close to the doors his eyes looking up listening to sounds outside. “what’s going on, what can you hear?” you ask. Peter looked at you with his eyebrows crossed shushing you annoyed. After a few more seconds he says “the power has gone off to the whole building looks like where stuck.” you sigh loudly moving and leaning in the corner “great if things couldn’t get worse it just did” you mutter. Peter must of heard giving a little chuckle as he turned to face you. “well although being stuck in a lift isn’t fun we can now talk about why you have been avoiding me y/n” Peter said with a stern yet smug expression.
Holding your breath trying to steady your heart beat before you spoke. “I haven’t been avoiding you” you lied “with everything that’s been going lately I’ve been busy helping the pack” you finish its was truth but also a poor excuse. Peter knew you was lying he folded his arms over his chest looking you up and down thinking what to say without pushing you.

Peter had noticed the difference in y/n how couldn’t he, when he noticed every little thing she done, from biting her nails or lip when she was worried or tap her fingers on something (her head or a table) when deep in thought. From the day he met y/n she caught his attention and never lost it, and quickly became friends with y/n. Peter wasn’t sure when his feelings for the (y/h/c) girl changed but now he found himself secretly loving her more. Over last month she had been distant with him didn’t answer his texts unless it was about the pack. During meets she left fast and avoided eye contact with Peter. This worried him had he done something wrong, was she hiding a secret, what ever it was Peter felt he was losing his only friend and wanted to know why.

You had been avoiding Peter, you couldn’t handle him anymore the way he looked with sexy smile, melting eyes, his perfect hair, sassy personality you loved it all but he’d clearly shown you he didn’t feel the same and being just friends was too much now, so staying away from him felt like the easiest thing to do.

You could feel his eyes on you, it was a feeling you had grown used to but this felt different. Looking up you saw his reflection in the mirrored wall. You bite your nail admiring him, he was ridiculously handsome, he wore the jacket you loved the most black with white collars. Peter locked eyes with you in the mirror his questioning smirk told you he didn’t believe your answer. A few seconds felt like minutes you felt more annoyed with him stirring you spun round “okay what is the stupid look on your face for Peter” you said with your hand on your hips. Peter smirked “what look sweetheart, I’m just wondering why your so anxious is it being stuck in a lift or being stuck with me” he smirked.

You huff “not everything is about you” you snapped, sitting down on the floor with your arms and head rested on your knees. Giving Peter his answer he sat next to you leaving a small gap mainly so you couldn’t reach over and hit him. Closing your eyes you wanted to scream at him what was wrong but didn’t what to humiliate yourself anymore then you felt you already had. How was you meant to tell you didn’t want to see because you felt broken by his rejection. “y/n please tell me what’s wrong you reek of sadness, and anger. I’m worried about y/n your my friend” Peter said reaching an arm out to yours. His sweet gesture and words was the final straw for you jumping to your feet looking down at him “that’s the problem Peter you and your mixed signals sometimes I can’t tell what you want, you say you only want to be friends and I can’t do it. I know you don’t want me like that you made it clear at Malia’s party” you started to shout. Peter groaned standing up knowing what you was talking about.

“y/n you don’t understand, that night I don’t think you know or remember” he started his tone was was sweet and kind but cut him off still angry “I remember that night, or most of it anyway” you say still not remembering how exactly you had gotten home “but I remember you rejected me very clearly do you want me to remind you” you say thinking and telling him your version.

It was Malia’s birthday party, you had your own mini plan in mind. You went out and got a stunning dress in the colour Peter once said you looked the best in, done up your hair and make up  looking your best ready to seduce Peter hale. The party started and he hadn’t shown up. Now feeling nervous you started drinking with everyone else. Not being a big drinker and human you felt drunk when Peter finally came. You both laughed and drank more, as always genuinely enjoying each other’s company. You went outside for some fresh air the mix of alcohol and room temperature making you hot. Peter walked with you his arm round your side keeping from falling over in your shoes. You had been talking about random things, the party, how happy Malia looked, how cute she looked with stiles. “you look pretty cute tonight yourself” Peter said fixing a piece of that had fallen on your face. You didn’t answer peter instead the mix of alcohol and the build up of feelings you had for Peter, you stood on your toes kissing him.
Peter returned your kiss holding you close running his hands in your hair. The kiss was magical sudden, sweet, full of uncertainty. You stopped and smiled at Peter, before you both leaned in for another kiss this time fast and full of passion, your hands on his chest blindly trying to undo his buttons, his hands on you back and hair holding you close. You stop when you needed to breathe “let’s go back to mine” you said trying to sound flirty walking backwards looking him in the eyes. You didn’t see a branch behind you and fell over it, Peter dived forward catching you before you hit the floor. You started laughing putting your arms round his neck going to kiss him again. Peter turned his head helping you to your feet “I can’t do this it’s wrong” he said about to walk back to the party “why not!” you screamed still finding your balance “look at the state of you y/n” he answered.

Tears ran down you face now just as they had then. Your breathing was erratic and your heart beat matched. Peter looked at you shocked but still held a small smile. He walked closer to you making you back up till your back hit the lift wall. “you have it all wrong y/n” he was so close to you now, something about him towering above you made your breathing calm. “I didn’t reject you, I wanted nothing more then to go home with you, rip that pretty little dress off and mark you as mine but I couldn’t do it to you not like that” he said telling you his version.

Peter hadn’t officially been invited by stiles who had organised the party so he wasn’t going to just turn up. He had already seen his daughter earlier in the day. When y/n had messaged him for the 3rd time in two hours he had to go. When he got there she was already drunk. Peter was amused at first he’d never seen y/n drunk before, she was more flirty than normal her hands roamed round his body on the few times she’s gotten him to dance with her. Peter could tell she’d had to much to drink so when she went for a walk he went to make sure she didn’t hurt herself. Y/n had stumbled a few times Peter held her so she didn’t fall. He’d loved how it felt his arm around her just the two of them walking like any of the other couples in the party but he and y/n wasn’t a couple and Peter would give anything to change that.

When she kissed him he felt like all his wishes had been answered. Seeing her wanting him was different it made him want her more too. he kissed her back running his hands over her back and in her hair, when she asked him to go with her she nearly fell. Peter then saw how drunk she really was, her giggles the way she was throwing herself at him didn’t feel right. He wanted her but only when she was so drunk she couldn’t say her own name without slurring it. Peter stopped her saying he couldn’t. When she asked why Peter tried to explain “I can’t look at the state of you” Peter said. She had tears down her face making Peter feel bad “it’s not that I don’t like you I don’t want this to happen when your wasted I can’t take advantage of you like that no matter how bad I want it” Peter said but she acted like she hadn’t heard a word of it. Her eyes focused on the floor her body jerk before she vomited all over the floor. Peter held her hair until she finished then drove her home putting her in bed.

“leaving when I knew you was safe and okay” Peter finished. You looked at Peter in confusion “your the one who took me home” you say after you slowly filled in the final missed memories of that night. He nodded at you, “of cause i did  y/n” putting his arms ether side of your head “you twisted my words round y/n, I only pushed you away because you was drunk, I wanted you like crazy” his eyes went from yours to your lips back to eyes “I still do” he said stopping himself getting any closer. You blushed biting your lip “so do I” you mumbled. Peter didn’t wait any longer when he heard your sober words was all he needed, he lent forward kissing you rough and fast. You kissed him back with as much passion you had the night of the party showing him you wanted him now just as much as you had when you was drunk.

The noise of the lift starting up again made your heated kiss stop. You both looked at each other words not needed everything had just been said in the kiss. When the doors opened Peter slipped his hand into yours walking out the lift.

In Your Head - Part 4

Jughead Jones x Reader

Reader: Y/N

Brother: Y/B/N

Word Count: 2,129

Summary: You are almost 3 months into a relationship with Jughead Jones. You are going through a tough time being too much in your head as the anniversary of “that night” comes closer. Jughead can sense something is wrong.

Warnings: Features sexual content, as well as a rape flashback and parental abuse. Please don’t read if easily triggered.

….“I’m going to kill him…”.

Jughead sprung up after uttering the words and made his way out of the library.
“Jughead!”, you screamed after him.

Jughead paused in front of Betty with such a stern look, Kevin looked in awe and in fear from the kitchen. “Where is he?!” You had never heard Jughead really shout before, not out of anger at least.

Abruptly answering while looking at you, “He left after you knocked him down” Betty answered.

“Jughead!”, you tried calling to his attention again.

Archie and Veronica had joined in the kitchen by now, still trying to determine what had happened outside.

“I need your keys!”, Jughead pushed out his hand giving a look to Archie that practically scared the ginger out of his own pale skin.

“Maybe we should go…” Veronica interjected grabbing Kevin’s elbow.

“Forsythe!” You finally caught his attention along with the rest of the kitchen.

Veronica sat back down on her stool, “Never mind….” while amazed at what name just came out of your mouth that commanded Jughead’s attention.

He paused, looked at you, and within a split second his whole face softened.
While moving his eyes to his feet, “Sorry”, he mumbled.

“Can we just get out of here?”, you walked up to him and reached for his hand.

Archie looked at you once again reaching for his keys out of his pocket, you stopped him. “No, that’s alright, we’re walking”. Archie gave a reassuring smile.

“Can I get my stuff at your place?”, you turned back to Veronica.

“Okay, but we’re talking about ALL of this later”. You gave a nod in answer. 

“Do you want us to come with you”? Betty had interjected, knowing more what was going on than anyone else in the group.

You shook your head while giving a reassuring smile.
“There’s a key to the front under the smallest potted plant”.Veronica looked back at Kevin who still seemed astonished by the use of the name Forsythe.

“I’ll see you all tomorrow, and have a good rest of your night, okay?”, you looked to everyone’s eyes and they either let out an agreement or a nod.
While still holding Jughead’s hand, you led him out the front door.


He was quiet for a few minutes until you broke the silence. “Sorry for using a name you loathe back there”.

“It’s okay, it was warranted”. Still holding your hand he was looking at his feet while mustering up his next second statement. “I want to kill him”.

“Part of me still does too”, you confessed.

“Why didn’t you tell me Y/N?” He finally looked to you with his silver blue eyes.

“I was scared, for lots of reasons. For one, THAT reaction”. One thing you shared with Jughead was a similar exaggeration to certain words in your speech. “Another…before Betty today, only my therapist has known”.

“You’ve been seeing someone then? About this?” While a little surprised he understood why.

“Not just for that reason, but yes. Before you, even before everything with Chuck last year, I’ve had a lot of issues. I mean mostly my life just being that, but none of it exactly typical….“ Your words once again, started to fade from you. 

You made it to the front of Veronica’s house. Found the key and opened the door to the very large home. You walked with Jughead to Veronica’s room, looking for your bag and the rest of your stuff you had laying around. You opened your bag and saw your pill bottle. You knew you were finally going to tell him everything. As nervous as you were, you just threw everything in your bag, unconsciously sighing. “Come on”. You grabbed his hand again, and with a determined look you made your way to Archie’s house. 

He waited a few minutes before stopping you on your rather fast paced walk. “I know I’ve asked this a lot today, but are you okay?”. He grasped a side of your face with his palm. 

 “Yeah I’ll be alright, I just want to get to your place”. 

He gave a surprised look. One as to calling it his place as he still very much saw it as Archie’s. Two, he retorted vocally, “I thought I was walking you to your house?”. 

 “No, I don’t feel like being there tonight. I want to be with you. I need to talk to you about all of this and it’s probably time”. You said it more determined than intentioned. 

 He could tell you were getting nervous. “If you don’t want to tell me, Y/N, that’s okay. There’s not any pressure of me putting any of this on you". 

 “No. Ever since you told me about your parents a few weeks ago, what happened with your dad and everything, I’ve wanted to tell you. It’s kind of a lot I know in one night, but I need to get this out and there is no where safer than when I’m with you. I know that”. You hadn’t ever told him before of what being around him truly meant to you. 

 He gave that great smile again. He pulled you in to hug you first before laying on a very heavy kiss. This time it was his turn to say it, “come on”.


 You had made it to his house and he unlocked the door. Fred was out of town for the weekend and Archie probably knew better than to be back yet and it being only 10, it seemed plausible he wouldn’t be back until Valerie and the Pussycat’s were done playing at Cheryl’s. He led you to his room. 

You had been in the kitchen and living room a few times whether it be to watch a movie or to make Jughead and Archie something that couldn’t be found at Pop’s. And while he had been there a little over a month, you still hadn’t seen the upstairs. While being present in the moment that Jughead had punched out Chuck had sobered you, you were still a little tipsy and took every step carefully.

 You entered into his room. He didn’t have much around, but you could tell what posters were his as well as stash of cds and old records. You looked to the right side of the room and saw a bookshelf, practically filled to the fullest like your own. And on one of the shelves was a stack of books you yourself had let him borrow. One’s with new pages cornered. You smiled, seeing how whenever you usually saw Jughead in his free time, he was on his laptop writing versus reading something you gave him. “You read them all huh?”. You turned to him with a smile.

 “Of course. I already loved reading, you just enhanced the genres”. He gave a loving smile while leading you to the bed to sit down.

 1….2…..3…..you opened your bag while saying the first thing you wanted to tell him. “Well here’s one thing”. You gave him the pill bottle. 

 “What’s are these for?”. He was reading all of the label now. 

4…5…6… “I suffer from extreme anxiety and depression and I’ve been on them since this”. You took off your cardigan, while you could tell he was mentally noting that he had never really seen your bare arms before. You yourself had almost forgotten you were in a full crop top from Veronica. He touched your somewhat healed scars from years back, one a bit more recently than the others. 

You went into the story of that one. How after last year, after Chuck, you didn’t feel like you belonged anywhere. That you had honestly never really fit anywhere. About the breakdown you had, how long you were in the hospital for and then you went into your family. 

How your mother didn’t really understand the point of “mental health”, and while she gave a good fake face to those who didn’t know her - that sometimes the worst monsters, were those found at home. You went into how she acted mentally, in and out of anger spells. And how when it was really bad, there was more than just emotional abuse. You went into why your confidence as a person was so down, and how it always started with her. Never thin enough, never smart enough and never pretty enough. You said all this while looking away until then end when you turned your body and moved your hair to probably the worse thing your mother had ever done to you physically. And on the side of your shoulder, you showed the burn marks. Still somewhat heavy in skin healing over as you could still easily feel the raised scars. You turned and explained that while it had been years since that one, that it came from the time you last told someone what it was like at home. 7th grade when you had told a teacher. But with your parents facade on the outside, no one had really bothered to believe you. You finally looked back to Jughead’s eyes. He locked his eyes on to your back. 

Before, when you had told him about Chuck, he was heavily angered while feeling something horrible for you. And while he had experienced a more than less perfect parent, and had some instances with his father of his own, he hadn’t expected this. 

 “I’m sorry it’s a lot. I know, we haven’t been dating that long. Heck, you’ve only known me for about 6 months…but with everything else that happened tonight, I needed to tell you everything. I couldn’t lie to you about all of this anymore…”. You looked away from his face, ashamed of your life’s scars. 

 His concerned face was brought back. “How long since the last time she….”. 

You cut him off, knowing that this would be a question. “Once in the last 9 months. Around my birthday, she’s never really okay around any holiday”, your mind thought back to certain instances in your life. “She found out she has a severe heart disease and since the amount of medications they put her on, she’s been better. Still distant as a parent…but better to us at least”. 

 “Your brother..?” 

You cut him off again “Yeah, but I always tried to make sure if something was happening, she’d focus on me instead. I’m easier for her to get at…”. You paused again and started hearing your mother’s voice and what she would scream at you. 

 Instead of if you were okay or going out to now “kill” your mother, Jughead looked at you again. Holding your hands with tears in his eyes. “Is there anything I can do?”. 

 “My mother wise, no. My Dad stays away from it himself, he leaves on “business trips” a lot. And again, she’s been better. As for me…you could just hold me”. 

 “I can do that, but first I need to tell you something”. You looked at him with questionable eyes as he put his hands around your hips. “You are the most caring, intelligent and most beautiful woman I have ever met and will probably know in my lifetime. You are more and deserve more than what you have been handed. You are amazing, and I plan to show you that whenever I can”. He grabbed the side of your face again and brought your mouth into his. He stopped to realize you were crying again and lifted his head looking into your eyes making sure you were okay. 

 You smiled and gave a small laugh while wiping your tears. “It’s okay, they’re happy tears”. You brought him back to your lips while moving his body back to the bed. You held him by his neck kissing him deeply. You really hadn’t felt like anyone in your life was home before. Not before him. Your body was on top of his now. Your legs over his. You kissed him harder and a little faster.  He could feel the tension in your body, it wanting more. He paused and pulled your head from his. 

“We don’t have to do this now. I love you Y/N, without all of this”, he motioned his head down to both of your bodies. It was the first time he said those words yet you had thought about saying them 20 times by now, 5 times in instances just that day. 

 “I love you too. And I want this. I have a connection to you more than anyone else and”, you paused as you were a bit nervous “I want to show you how much you mean to me”. 

 He smiled, “I already know how much”. 

 You gave a gleeful smile back, “but now I want to show you”.