It’s the first thing Y/n wakes up to, Savannah’s outraged voice echoing along the walls of Y/n’s bedroom.
Y/n groans, squinting her eyes open at the sudden movement of her bed shaking wildly.
Savannah’s pulling the stranger out of Y/n’s bed, her merciless hands continuously pushing him out the bedroom door. He’s half awake, his slumberous daze making him scramble as he attempts to throw his clothes back on.
“Fuckin’ Jesus” the unknown man grumbles, his eyes still half closed from the immense amount of alcohol he consumed the previous night.
Savannah remains relentless, despite his attempt to get fully dressed. He even falls at one point, when he hops on one foot to get his leg through his jeans, but she doesn’t stop for a second.
“You, get out of here!” she demands, her hand giving him one last shove out the door before she slams it shut.
Y/n groans again, her sensitivity to anything other than complete darkness and silence making her throw the duvets over her head and bury her face in her pillow. She’s well aware that she has to embrace the very few seconds she has of total peace and quiet before Savannah begins to lecture her for the irresponsibility she just walked into.
She’s only able to reunite with darkness for a split second before Savannah pulls the covers completely off of her, bringing her back into the horrifying sunlight.
Y/n falls off the bed, letting out a groan as her still slightly intoxicated body makes contact with the wooden floor. Her hungover state is making it nearly impossible to figure out the chaos unraveling in the room; all she can really understand is the pounding in her head and the burning in her eyes every time she exposes them from their lids.
She rolls over onto her back, huffing as her fingers dig into her eyelids. She coughs, her abrupt movements making her stomach flip with every turn she makes. She’s given no time to recover before Savannah rips her arms away from her face, gripping onto her wrists as she pulls Y/n off of the floor.
“What the fuck is going on here, Y/n?!” Savannah yells, eyes glaring at Y/n’s very, very hungover stance.
Y/n nearly trips over her own two feet as she attempts to balance herself after Savannah harshly pulled her up from her collapsed figure. If she had the capability to answer back, she would have, but she’s still fucked up from last night and can barely stomach the sunlight seeping in from the curtains.
“Is this what you’ve been up to?!” Savannah spits, angry laughter tying into her words, “Is this the kind of shit you’ve been doing while cutting everyone off?! Sleeping with random guys?!”
The last thing Savannah expected to see was Y/n in bed with a half-naked man and empty bottles of alcohol scattered across her bedroom floor. It was extremely rare for Y/n to carelessly consume alcohol and have consistent one night stands. Savannah’s witnessed her go through these phases only a handful of times throughout their friendship, all of which stemmed from Y/n’s toxic intolerance of being alone.
She should have seen this coming, though. After finding out she’s been in a relationship with someone Y/n was in love with, the first thing she should have done was check up on her. But there was so much fear holding her back, so much guilt preventing her from confronting her about it.
She wouldn’t know exactly what to say, or how to say it, without making it sound like she was the shittiest friend in the world. She had a feeling Y/n had feelings for Harry, considering she had mentioned him a plethora of times once she met him.
And Savannah still took it upon herself to date Harry, for her own selfish reasons. She never thought that it was the potential reason Y/n was so distant. That thought was the last one in the back of her head, completely throwing her off guard when she found out.
She’s tried to reach out to her multiple times, only to be deliberately ignored and shut down. After a while, she figured all Y/n wanted was space, so she stopped trying for a couple days.
But nothing stopped Harry. He’d spend hours knocking on her front door, on his knees, begging for her to speak to him. He’d call her when he wasn’t near her, because he had driven himself crazy knowing he never told Y/n what he needed to tell her so urgently.
Y/n knew—she knew just how much effort he was putting into seeing her again. She heard him, every day, through her front door, but she never knew what to do. The constant fear that Harry didn’t feel the same way back was all the convincing she needed to never speak to him again.
There’s only so much her heart could break, and she didn’t know how many more times it could before she finally snapped.
Y/n grips her head as she squints her eyes shut, hissing at the throbbing in her head when Savannah’s voice booms throughout the room. The overwhelming migraine taking over Y/n’s head practically forces her to sit on the edge of her bed, the palm of her hands still digging into her eyes.
“Not cutting anyone off,” Y/n mumbles, grumbling when she opens her eyes properly to look at Savannah, “I’m just adjusting.”
It isn’t a lie. Her intention wasn’t to ignore them, not at all. But as time went on, the more her emotions started becoming fragile; one wrong sight would have made her break.
And as stupid as it sounds, having sex was the only time she felt wanted after Harry and Savannah started dating. Even if it was in a drunken state, even if it was just purely for physical pleasure, the hours spent with random men were the only moments she felt purpose.
It was also her biggest distraction. Having one night stands was her emotional outlet, her way of letting out all of her emotions without actually doing so. It sure as hell was better than being alone—anything was.
Savannah sighs, shaking her head softly as she kneels eye level to her. She’d never seen her like this before, so lost and broken. She would have lectured her further if she wanted to because she had every right to smack some sense into her. But after all this time, after all the pain she could only imagine Y/n going through, could she really do that to her? Could she really blame her for doing this to herself?
“Y/n,” she rubs her legs, “I have been the shittiest, most horrible friend to you. I was so selfish and so inconsiderate, and I don’t blame you for not speaking to me these past couple days. But, Y/n, this—” her hands gesture around the horrendous state of her bedroom, “this isn’t adjusting. Having drunk sex isn’t going to rid your feelings for Harry. You’re suppressing your emotions, you’re running away. That’s what you’re doing.”
Y/n’s lips begin to quiver as her eyes well with tears; the first time she’s truly cried since the night she saw Harry at Lexi’s. Savannah feels somewhat relieved when she sees the tears falling from Y/n’s eyes. It isn’t a familiar sight to see, but it shows her that she’s actually accepting what she’s been hiding all along.
“You have to talk to me. I don’t care if you yell at me, Y/n. I don’t care what you do to me, but you have to talk to me. You have to show me something. I can’t be hearing about your feelings from Harry, that’s not fair for anyone.”
“What was I supposed to say?” Y/n whispers, her words breaking beneath cries she so desperately wishes she could stop.
But there’s no going back now. The alcohol is still running in her system and she’s reacting instinctively. There is nothing holding her back, not now.
“How was I supposed to tell him that I was in love with him when I knew he didn’t feel the same way? And how was I supposed to tell you anything about him when I knew this would end up happening anyways?! And what was I supposed to say to the both of you when you both decided to take it upon yourselves to flirt in front of me?!”
By now, Y/n’s blood is starting to boil. The words coming out of her mouth are laced with venom, her sudden shift in mood making Savannah swallow thickly. But everything in her is operating a million miles an hour, her words coming out faster than her brain can register. She doesn’t even remember standing up from the bed while she paces around her bedroom, empty bottles rolling around the wooden floor.
“Because no matter what I would have done, it would have ended the same! The way it always does, Savannah! The way it always ends with you getting what I want, even if I want it more—“
“Even if I need it! You still get it!”
The harshness in her voice is replaced by violent cries, her words drowned in uncontrollable sobs.
The pain is all over. Everything she’s attempted to numb is now all hitting her at once. All the loneliness, all the anger, all the hurt she’s been burying is now reaching the surface. She can barely breathe, all of the emotions suffocating her, squeezing against her throat.
Savannah is quick to embrace her shaken body, shushing her as her hands rub up and down her back.
A part of her always knew she was the reason Y/n’s love life was barely existent. Although Y/n never admitted it, she drops hints at it every so often. She did notice how all of Y/n’s high school crushes ended up liking her instead, and did notice how whenever Y/n tried to date, she would barely mention them to her. It was as if she was hiding them from her, completely intimidated that Savannah would take away her only chance at a relationship.
And Savannah can’t shake the horrible feeling she has when Y/n admits all of it to her.
Y/n buries her face in her shoulder, her tears soaking through her t-shirt. She wishes she could hold a grudge against Savannah, but she doesn’t have the heart to blame her for anything that’s happened. Everything is because of Y/n, everything happening is because of her fear of emotions and every bit of her has no one else to blame.
“I need him.” Y/n sobs into her shoulder, her hands tugging at the ends of her shirt for some sort of release.
“I need him so much. And I hate it—I hate that I do so m—much.”
“Oh, Y/n.” Savannah kisses her temple, holding her higher against her.
She knows how much Y/n needs him, and knows now more than ever. She was her happiest when she first met him, she was almost an entirely different person. But now, after everything that’s happened, Savannah has never seen her more of a wreck than she is in this moment.
“Let’s sit you down, you need to breathe.”
Y/n whimpers as she’s placed back on the bed, Savannah reminding her to breathe every couple of seconds. She looks at Y/n with sadness in her eyes, comforting her whenever she needs it most.
“He needs you, too, you know.” Savannah sighs, shaking her head as she takes Y/n’s fidgeting hands into hers.
“I never noticed it until you distanced yourself from us. He didn’t open up to me the way he should have, never talked to me the way he had with you. When I asked him about it—asked him why he wasn’t communicating with me properly, he always mentioned you.”
Y/n flutters her eyes shut, pursing her lips with the slight possibility that Harry may actually feel the same way towards her. There was always a part of her that fully believed the only reason he’s tried so hard to reach her was because he felt guilty for hurting her so much.
But knowing that there’s a chance in Harry reciprocating feelings gives Y/n an overwhelming sensation she’s ever experienced before. It’s the first time in a while there’s a particular type of warmth in her chest, and she swears she begins to tear up from the bit of happiness she’s been missing.
“He would tell me that you were the only one he truly felt comfortable around. Even confessed you were the only one he’d ever be able to talk to, even if we were in a relationship. He was going absolutely mental.”
Savannah sweeps the pad of her thumb under Y/n’s eye, catching the few extra tears that are overflowing. She smiles weakly at her in reassurance, raking her knotted hair between her fingers.
“No matter how much he claimed to like me, he loved you. He’ll always love you. And even when he was completely oblivious, I know now that, deep down, he was always yours. He was never really mine, no matter how much we all thought differently.”
Y/n nods slowly, a small smile tugging at her lips when she hears Savannah’s words. It’s the first sense of hope she’s felt in a while, and it almost completely rids the pain. Almost.
“I’m sorry for ruining your relationship, though. I kind of feel like this is all my fault.”
Savannah laughs softly, finding it almost completely unbelievable that Y/n always finds a way to apologize, even when things aren’t her fault.
“Are you serious, Y/n? Nobody, including me, can love that man half as much as you do. I ruined your relationship. You barely had anything to ruin.”
She runs her hands through Y/n’s hair one last time before patting her shoulder, a smirk growing on her face as she stands up from her kneeling position.
“Now, up you go. I believe you have to talk to someone who’s been dying to see you.”
It’s when Y/n is about to walk out of her door, freshly showered with a new change of clothes, ready to face Harry when she realizes she never said it.
She never fully told Harry she loves him, not when he was conscious, at least. She had felt it for so long, it has taken over her for so long, yet she never told him how she felt. It almost makes her wonder if it’s the reason why he’s been trying so hard for her.
He needs to hear her say it.
“It’s not hard.” She mumbles to herself as she unlocks her front door.
“Not hard, I just have to fucking sa—”
“Y/n!” Harry breathes out, springing from his position on the ground up to his feet.
He twitches when he instinctively brings his hand up to reach for her, but he holds himself back. He isn’t quite sure how far he’ll allow her to go, but if it were up to him, every part of her would be against him. Every single part.
She sucks in a breath, not expecting to see him waiting on her doorstep, and certainly not expecting him to seem so relieved to see her.
“H—Harry,” she whispers hesitantly, “what are you—“
“I’m sorry!” He stutters, interrupting her before she has a chance to finish asking her question.
“I know how inappropriate it is of me to just sit on your doorstep so unexpectedly but I knew Savannah was coming and I thought that maybe this would be the only time I’d get to see you and I was going to come in but some guy came running out of here and I didn’t want to get in between your time with Savannah so I just figured I’d wait until you came back out but I wasn’t sure if you ever would so I just figured I'd—“
He stops rambling when he feels Y/n’s hand on his cheek, her eyes looking at him with so much tenderness he swears his heart melts.
“Catch your breath, Harry.” She mumbles, rubbing her thumb along his cheek, “Just take a breath.”
He inhales sharply as he closes his eyes, turning his head so that her hand is against his lips. He kisses her palm softly before she moves it to play with his unbrushed hair.
His eyes flutter shut at her touch, his body almost completely melting into her. He feels his weakest now more than ever, and he’s never been more relieved to be this close to her again.
“Who was he, Y/n?” he whispers.
“The guy, who ran out of here, who was he?“
As much of a coward as it makes him, the thought of her in bed with someone else physically and mentally pains him more so than he’s ever expected. His head swims with thoughts of her naked, trembling, crying as she devotes her love to some other man, and the more he thinks about it, the more sick his stomach feels.
“Have I been trying for nothing? Have I been wasting my time?”
How could you ever doubt my love for you? is the first thought that comes to her. How could you ever question how much I love you?
Instead of saying the words right at the tip of her tongue, her eyes crease inward, slightly shaking her head as she scrapes her fingertips delicately against his scalp.
“I don’t know, Harry.” she whispers honestly, “I don’t know who he is.”
He nods softly, but nothing in her answer reassures him. He knows there is no other explanation for a guy to run out of her house at nine in the morning without a shirt on.
“May I come in? Wanna talk.” He asks tentatively.
“Of course you can.”
Silence falls between them as they both claim spots on opposite sides of the room.
There’s a tension in the room they both can’t seem to shake, an unaddressed barrier between them making it nearly impossible to find an appropriate way to start a conversation.
Harry’s the first one to break the silence, however, after a few minutes past of each of them refusing to make any eye contact with each other.
“Were you ever going to tell me?”
The question caught Y/n’s attention quickly, her head that was once resting in the palm of her hand now up on its own, a small “hm?” parting past her lips.
She’s acting dumb even though she knows exactly what he’s talking about. She just isn’t prepared to answer him, not in the way he wants her to.
“That you’re in love with me. Were you ever going to tell me?”
She shrugs, her teeth biting her bottom lip as she tears her gaze away from his. She isn’t used to confrontation, especially when it involves her emotions. It’s one of her weaknesses, but there’s absolutely no way around this one. Even if there was, she wouldn’t have the audacity to take it. He deserves to know—everything this time.
“I told you before.”
Harry’s jaw clenches, eyes narrowing as he looks at her from across the room. No, he may have been oblivious about her feelings in the beginning, but he sure as hell would never have forgotten it if she told him how she felt.
“Bullshit!” He scoffs. “You didn’t tell me shit! We wouldn’t be here right now if you had told me!”
She sighs, her cheek laying right back down in the palm of her hand, almost as if shying away from him.
“Well, it’s just—you were sleeping.”
Harry stands from his place on the couch, face scrunching in aggravation as his hands rub up and down his face.
“You’re kidding me, right? You have to be fucking kidding me right now!”
His fingers harshly grip the roots of his hair before stomping is way towards her. If he doesn’t get any answers out of her, he swears he’ll lose his goddamn mind.
His hands grip the sides of her face, squeezing her jaw between his hands as he looks at her bewildered.
“I need answers, Y/n. I don’t think you understand how many fucking answers I need right now.”
He speaks through clenched teeth and a tightened jaw, frustration boiling in his blood as she gives him the outright most ambiguous and outrageous answers he’s ever heard in his life.
Y/n places her hands on top of his, her fingernails digging gently into his skin. Despite the harshness of his stare, this is the first time she’s seen him in weeks, and she still finds him to be the most beautiful sight she’s ever seen.
“It was the night after I drove you back from Lexi’s, when you and Savannah were kind of going through that rough patch.”
He falls to his knees in between her legs, an almost unnoticeable smile tugging at his lips from the memories of that night. Because although Savannah had left him by himself, he had a night with Y/n that changed him forever.
"You fell asleep on me, after you told me you were still going to fight for her. That was probably one of the worst things you could have said to me, but you didn’t know, and I was angry at myself for not telling you sooner. I didn’t know how else to tell you unless you were—you were sleeping.”
His hand reaches up to her lips, his thumb tracing along the outlines of her mouth once she’s done speaking. No matter how much she confuses him, and no matter how fucking angry she makes him, he wouldn’t want to be staring at anybody else right now.
“I loved you then, too” he whispers, “I didn’t know it. I didn’t know anything until you left me. I knew you meant everything to me, I knew you were the only one I trusted so deeply. But the second I lost you, I felt empty.”
He presses his forehead against her collar bones, her heart beating quickly against his neck. She sighs, her fingers intertwining with his against her lap as her hips slide more towards the edge, her knees supporting the sides of his chest.
“Didn’t matter that I had Savannah. She was lovely, don’t get me wrong, but she wasn’t you. I tried so hard to make myself believe I was just missing you as a friend, but there was nothing that convinced me.”
His tearful eyes looked into hers, both chuckling slightly at their current state. They’re both crying, both their hearts racing in their chests. If someone were to tell them now that there’s a feeling even remotely close to how beautiful they feel now, together, they wouldn’t have believed it for a second.
Y/n wipes away the loose tears on his cheeks while she sniffles, giggling softly at how stupid they probably look.
“I’ve always loved you, Harry,” she whispers, “there’ll never be a time that I stop. No matter how hard I try, my love for you is stronger.”
It’s when the words fall from her lips that Harry realizes all he needed was for her to hear her say it. Her voice is so sweet as she says it, too, and her eyes leave no trace out doubt when she looks into him.
He tries to hold back the irresistible urge to kiss her, but it’s completely impossible. His lips press feverishly against hers, both of them releasing moans at just how right it feels to be kissing one another. Their kiss isn’t the slightest bit romantic. It’s harsh, it’s desperate, it’s messy but it’s just what they need.
Harry crawls on top of her, his hands on every part of her they can touch. He groans when he feels her nails scratch down his back, leaving her giggling underneath him.
“Mine.” He growls, his thumb putting pressure right underneath her chin.
He admires her face, the glorious look of her swollen lips, wet eyes, and pink cheeks. It’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. A soft whimper leaves her lips, craving nothing more than to feel his lips against hers again.
“These lips are mine. All of you—all of you is mine. No other fucking wanker gets you the way I do.”
She smirks, her eyes half-lidded.
“‘m not allowed to sleep with random guys but you’re allowed to fuck my best friend?”
He presses his lips against her again, his hands brushing loose strands of hair away from her face as he does so.
“Never fucked her,” He mumbles against her lips, “couldn’t get you off my mind.”
Y/n rolls over so that she’s on top of Harry, her legs on either side of his waist as her hands roam his chest through his t-shirt. He looks priceless like this, weak and breathless underneath her as her hands grip the sides of his face.
“The prettiest man I’ve ever seen.”
He blushes, his bottom lip in between his teeth as he sends her the biggest grin she’s ever seen on him. His eyes are full of love, too, and Y/n swears every breath she had the chance to take has been knocked right out of her.
“Nobody makes me feel the way you do, Y/n. Nobody.”
Summary: It’s date night for Bruce and Batmom, but when they come home chaos is unfolding within the mansion.
The marina was calm and quite desolate tonight, which made for the perfect location for a date. No one was going to bother you and it just so happened to be one of the main hotspots of activity lately, though the lack of people begged to differ. Nonetheless, it meant that Bruce was able to keep a watchful eye on the area while also showing you off as his arm candy to the stars and moon that shined down on you.
Neither of you barely said anything, enjoying the comfortable silence that fell over you both as you walked. The chill of the air coming off the water only gave you an excuse to walk closer to your beau. He always managed to make dates perfect somehow, even if they were interrupted by maniacs or calls from the principals office - though thankfully tonight he didn’t have to answer to either. It was just you and him, with each other’s undivided attention.
But alas, all good things must end and after hours of aimlessly walking around and talking about anything and everything, you decided to head home. As the car pulled up the long driveway you both could tell something was going on within the house from nearly a mile away. All the lights seemed to be on and music could be heard bumping through the walls like a heartbeat.
“I guess this is what we get for letting Alfred have the night off,” Bruce commented sarcastically, earning a snicker from you.
“I think it’s about time we show them how to really party. Don’t you, dear?” You suggested with a devious look on your face, one which Bruce returned just as deviously.
Hand in hand, you both walked into the house through the garage door, the music thumping into your core. As you progressed towards the epicenter of music and strobe lights, the house became steadily messier and showed signs of empty alcohol bottles and confetti just simply everywhere. The first child you found was Duke, completely passed out sideways in a rocker.
“Is he dead?” You questioned, half serious and Bruce shook his head after taking a pulse and let the sense of relieve wash over you both momentarily.
With a sigh from both of you, you continued your pursuit and not before long, you had slipped into the mass of people gathered in the main ballroom. The sight before you made you both stop and just stare.
Dick was showing off his acrobat moves, currently swinging from the chandelier as Barbara cheered him on from the staircase. Jason was screaming demands at the DJ from the “dance floor.” Tim and Cass were dancing next to each other while Steph had to prop herself up with help from the drink table. And Damian… Damian was no where to be seen which worried you more than seeing him involved in this mess.
The twitch in your eye made you want to go ape shit mother-hen on all of them, dragging each of their most likely intoxicated bodies to their beds. But, no, you had a much better idea. Bruce was thinking the exact same thing and wrapped a hand around your waist before pulling you close to him. A devilish smirk crossed your faces and you emerged yourselves into the crowd, locked together so you wouldn’t lose the other.
In your travels you both acquired a drink and held them tightly in hand as you started dancing with each other. Purposely sloppy, you made sure the two of you were making a scene, grinding, and yelling, and kissing until the people around you started to notice. Just as you had hoped, they began moving away from you, no one wanting to dance next to the old grinding couple, a few of them even realizing who you were.
After about a half hour, the room cleared out enough that a few of the kids spotted you, freezing in place. Bruce notice and motioned in their direction, making you turn your head to spot Tim, Cass, and Steph. The shock on their faces made you laugh and even Steph, who was clearly the most inebriated, widened her eyes and furrowed her eyebrows as if you were figments of her imagination.
“Hey guys! Nice party!” You yelled over the music to them as if you were just another couple of random partygoers.
The lack of anger on yours and Bruce’s faces terrified them all to the core before your face immediately dropped into your trademark serious ‘you’re in deep shit’ look. “It’s time to end it.”
Steph nodded slowly, seeming to take a different meaning to your words as she slurred a goodnight and shuffled along the walls up to her bed. With a shrug you watched her, at least one of them was making this easy though the other two just stood and stared.
“Now,” Bruce chimed in with his own stern look and Tim and Cass bolted, no doubt to find the others and tell of their situation.
Arms folded over your chests, you and Bruce stood side by side in the middle of the ballroom, watching as the people filed out and the music stopped. Jason let a string of expletives out as he started cleaning up bottles before even acknowledging your presence. Tim and Cass kept ushering people out, stumbling slightly in the process.
Dick still hung upside down from the chandelier and he waved with a smile when he saw you, though his words were slow and slightly slurred, “Heyy Mom! Heyy Bruce! You’re home early!”
With a sigh and a hand on your forehead, you offered a small wave with your other hand and rather unenthusiastically replied, “It’s three AM, Dick. Now get down from there.”
When all of the kids stood in front of you, excluding the ones already passed out or the one that was MIA, you looked them over with a disappointed frown before Bruce spoke up, “Tomorrow you’re cleaning this place up. And then we’re going to have a looong talk.”
“But for now, get to bed.” You chimed in, most of the glares being sent towards Cass and Tim, especially considering they were underage.
The two nodded and headed off to pass out, Tim actually glad for once when his head hit the pillow. After they left the room your attention turned back to the three left in front of you. Babs’ cheeks were flushed, her body telling you she obviously participated in the evening’s events. It was clear the second you walked into the room that Dick was far gone and you had to admit, you had some respect for anyone who could do acrobatics while drunk.
But when you looked Jason over, your eyes squinted. “Jason? Are you sober?”
Dick wrapped an arm around Jason’s shoulder and piped up for him, “Jay was our party mom tonight!”
“Dick, honey, go to bed. You too Barbara.” You softly told them and they nodded, slowly and hesitantly heading off in that direction.
“Just wanted to make sure no one died. Cause y’know, I know how that feels and it’s not very pleasant,” Jason explained sarcastically, brushing off the silent allegations that he did it because he was worried and turned to continue picking up a bit.
With a sigh, Bruce put a hand on your shoulder, “I’m going to make sure Duke’s still alive, and make sure he gets to bed.” You nodded up at him and gave a small smile and swiveled to take in the whole image of the trashed ballroom.
Prompt: “Hi, can you do one where Juggie gets really jealous of best friend Y/N
because she always goes out but she is just doing it on purpose? Because she
likes him? Then they admit their feelings.”
Word Count: 2.2k
Tags: Underage drinking, borderline underage
alcoholism, underage sex, smut, porn with plot, swearing. I know you said smut
or fluff but there’s going to be smut and angst
A/N: I just wanted to say that I’m really thankful for the kind messages
from everyone and for the followers who have been so patient with me. I’m sorry
it’s been so long. I’ve also never written heterosexual smut before, so sorry
if it sucks!! Smut is in the read more, so don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with smut and non asexual jughead
The people around me
cheer as I furiously chug the beer, I’m in a race against Reggie Mantle.
Loser must buy the winner a life time supply of Pop’s whenever they want.
Half of the party seems to be cheering me on, whilst
the other cheers for Reggie’s victory; from the corner of my eye, I look over
at Reggie who at the wrong time, sucks in air and ends up choking, he spits
I finish mine and crush the can triumphantly; I smile at Reggie who is wiping
beer of his face.
“Good game, Mantle.” I laugh, holding my hand out.
“I can’t believe I lost to a girl.” He huffs, shaking
“Didn’t you get the memo, Reggie? Chauvinism is dead.”
Jughead says, wrapping his arm around me.
“Hey Juggie!” I giggle, the alcohol is going to my
head, so is the loud thrum of the music.
Another Anti thingy! Warning, this does include mentions of abuse and has some violence. Please be advised about this before reading on.
Fic Request: “Mine i believe was the one where Anti protects his SO from her abusive ex”
Anti knew little of your past relationships. You didn’t see the point in explaining what wasn’t important and he didn’t see the point in pushing you for details. But he had questioned you relentlessly when you had flinched when he raised his hand. There had been no intentions of hurting you, but during one of your rare arguments, he had raised his hand to gesture at something, and you flinched away from him. Anti knew fear. He knew pain, and the remnants it leaves behind in a victim of violence. He had stepped away from you, hands up so you could see where they were as he spoke to you. You had whimpered when he moved quickly, expecting his hand to come crashing down on your cheek. His fist to drive into your stomach. But he stood across the room, calmly, soothingly asking you what had happened to make you this way. Anti didn’t expect you to erupt into tears. Your argument forgotten, he scooped you up into his arms. Stroking your hair, promising he’d never strike you out of anger, never hurt you for his own enjoyment. You clung to him like a child. Weeping into his shirt as you blubbered about your previous relationship. You felt his hands shake the more detail you explained. His eyes glowed when you said you had once been put in hospital from the abuse. And that had been the last straw. He held you tightly, whispering to you until you calmed down. When you did, he stepped back and kissed you softly. “If anyone ever hits you,” He said in a soft growl. “I’ll tear their intestines through their ass and feed it too them.” You chuckled, wiping away another tear. “I don’t think you need to go to that extend for me.” He scoffed, pecking your lips with another kiss. “Sugar, I’d do a lot worse to someone for a lot less.”
Anti was given a chance when someone knocked on your door. You had hesitated before opening it. The knock was more of a pounding. Angry strikes against the wooden surface and something in your gut told you to secure the lock and hide. But instead, you opened the door. And the sight before you made your blood run cold. “(Y/N),” Your ex slurred. “Hey, baby, I thought you’d miss me, so I came ‘round.” You stepped back, trying to slam the door but your ex blocked it with his body, worming his way into the house. “Now, now,” He chuckled. “Is that anyway to treat your..hic…lover?” You glimpsed the empty bottle of alcohol in his hand, and you glared up at him. “Get out of my house,” You demanded. “Now!” Your ex chuckled, running a hand through his hair and leaning towards you. “Sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere.” He said, swaying on his feet. “Now, get to the bedroom, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.” The light overhead flickered wildly. Your ex looked up at it, squinting. “Huh, you still haven’t fixed that damn light.” He spat. “I thought I told you to fix it.” Anger surged through him, the bottle coming up in a sloppy, but dangerous arch. You cowered back, raising your hands to block the blow but a green blur rushed past you, throwing your ex into the door. “What the fuck?” Your ex hollered. “Get off me!” Anti hissed, his head snapping in all directions. “So you’re the piss-head who hurt (Y/N)!” He spat through his teeth. “Oh, I’ve been hoping we would meet. I have alot to say to you.” “Get this bastard off me!” Your ex demanded. You stepped back, crossing your arms and looking at the floor. “Do it bitch!” Anti slammed your ex against the other wall. The force of the strike shook the mounted mirror and formed cracks under the other man’s back. “Call her a bitch again,” Anti challenged. “Go on, give me a reason to hurt you. Give me a reason to tear that filthy tongue from your mouth and shove it somewhere nasty.”
Your ex swung the bottle up, but you grabbed hold of his arm, tearing the glass object away. “You bitch-” They didn’t get to finish. Anti threw him past you, their body crashing into the coffee-table and breaking it under his weight. Anti stormed past you, lightly touching your arm as he made his way to the injured person in your living room. “Give me ten minutes, babe.” Anti said to you. His voice crackled, green-fire licking his pupils. “And I’ll have him grovelling for your forgiveness.” “Anti…” You began, but he disappeared into the TV before you could say anything else, dragging your screaming ex with him.
Ten minutes later, a bloody and torn body flew out of the TV and onto the remnants of your coffee-table. Your ex, very badly injured and bleeding profusely, tried to scramble away from you. His eyes wide and terrified as Anti stepped out of the static screen. “Go on, pig,” Anti hissed, grabbing your ex’s shirt and shoving them to your knees in front of you. “Say it.” “I-I’m sorry.” They whimpered. “Louder!” “I’m sorry!” They wailed. “I-I’ll never hurt you again. You’ll never see me again. I’m leaving town and you’ll never have to say my name again.” You hugged yourself, uncertain how to feel about what was happening. Anti kicked the kneeling man away from you. “Now get lost before I finish your pathetic existence.” Your ex nodded, tears mixing with the blood on his face as he sprinted towards the door. With a final slam, he was gone. Anti looked at you. The fire in his eyes extinguishing as he watched for your reaction. “Babe?” He said. When you didn’t answer, Anti kicked a shard of the wooden table. “I’ll get you another one. Something sturdier.” You nodded, still standing there, watching the door. Anti touched your arm, turning your attention back to him. “Did…Did I go too far?” He asked. You didn’t answer. You walked towards him, resting your head on his chest and pressing yourself against him. Anti responded by wrapping his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.
Notes: I left the ending like that so you could have your own feelings about what happened.
A/N: It wasn’t a Jeff Hardy oneshot this time! I can’t believe it!
Pairing: Roman X Reader
Summary: Roman helps and comforts you after a bad breakup.
Word Count: 800+
Music played loudly through your headphones. Your fingers fiddled with the cord, twisting and pulling.
The chair you sat in was uncomfortable, but the alcohol flowing through your veins made it bearable. You stared blankly ahead, your eyes not focusing on anything in particular.
You felt the vibration of your phone in your front pocket, you made no move to get it. Next was the quick buzz to alert you of a message being left. The fifth one in an hour.
You brought the bottle of alcohol to your mouth and took a swig from it. Feeling it burn the whole way down.
You felt the vibration of your phone again, this time it was text. Another buzz and another and another. Your dog came walking over to you, his head hanging down as he nuzzled your knee.
Your hand ran over his fur, scratching behind his ear. You slumped further into the chair, taking another swig of alcohol…
You jerked awake, the empty bottle of alcohol clatter to the floor, the glass shattering. You dog began howling at the front door. You stood up on wobbly legs, the glass crunching under your boots.
You ripped your headphones from around your neck and tossed them on the coffee table with your phone.
You ran your hand along the wall, balancing yourself as you made your way to the front door.
You brushed your other hand down your dog, settling his howling. You placed a hand on the front door and looked out the peephole. Roman. He was here.
You stumbled and caught yourself on the wall before your hit the ground. You heard the key in the door, the lock turning, your dog howling.
He stepped in and ran his hand over your dogs head, settling him. Your dog was quick to jump on him, licking his hand, arm, anything he could reach.
You stumbled away from Roman, nearly avoiding the arm that shot out to grab you. Your boot got caught on the rug, causing you to fall. You hit the ground with an audible thud, barely missing the broken glass.
You groaned and rolled onto your back. Roman was quick to get to your side, your dog sat beside him, head tilted to the side.
Roman looked you up and down, making sure you were alright. He made eye contact. He wasn’t sure if your bloodshot, glassy eyes were from how much alcohol you consumed of if it was because you were going to cry.
Roman scooped you up into his arms, he cradled you against his chest. A few tears rolled down your cheeks as Roman carried you to your bedroom. Your dog hot on his trail.
Roman laid you on the bed and took your shoes off. You rolled onto your side, facing away from your friend.
“Why did he do it?” You slurred. “I loved him…” Roman slid into the bed behind you, pulling you flush against his chest.
“He’s an asshole who didn’t deserve you.” Tears began rolling down your face faster and faster. Roman held you, he let you cry and cry until you had fallen asleep.
You came out of your room sometime in the afternoon. The whole house was clean. The broken glass was swept, the take out containers were thrown away, the empty beer and alcohol bottles that you consumed over the past week, were gone.
Your laundry was washed and folded on the coffee table. You made your way to the kitchen. Dishes were washed, dried and put away. Countertops were wiped down and the trash was taken out.
You opened the fridge and found it refilled. Fresh milk, eggs, butter, cheese, and water. There was even orange juice.
You shut the fridge and turned around when you heard the front door open and shut. You heard the jiggle of your dog’s collar as he came prancing in.
Roman walked in behind him. He noticed you right away. “Hey…” You nodded your head at him. “Come on, let’s get you in a shower and into some fresh clothes.”
You now sat on the kitchen counter as Roman cooked breakfast. Your stare was blank. It kills Roman to see you like that. You loved whenever he cooked you breakfast.
Your face was emotionless, you had no color to your eyes, to your face. “Thank you, Roman.” You rasped. Roman turned around and smiled sadly. “I’m here for you. I’d do anything for you.”
“I know you would.” You looked away from him and out the window. “It’ll take some time and I can’t promise you it won’t take a while, but you’ll get better and realize that you deserved better than him. That you were worthy of a lot more.”
You bit your lip, your eyes glassing over. You nodded your head at him. “I promise you this though, I’ll always be here for you. No matter what.”
Word Count~1257 Rating~idk, like 13+ or something Warnings~ alcohol use, fluff Pairings~Liam x Reader A/N~Lovelies, send in your name and a color into the comments, my ask, or my DMs. I have this thing I want to do that involoves you guys.Love you all, hope you enjoy! BAI! Self-promo~ Instagram: @might.be.lily Wattpad: @LGBTQPenguins Comment a blue heart for a follow back Request~Anonymous said: Imagine request: You and the pack decided to have a hang out at Lydia’s while her parents were away. (Let’s pretend werewolves could get drunk) you guys decided to play truth or dare. And Lydia decided to asked you is it true you like someone in this circle. And since the circle was practically filled with werewolves that could tell if your lying new you were when you said no. (You liked Liam) but you wee to scared to say anything. You can create and ending:)
Summary: Baekhyun was your first love when you were sixteen. It was passionate, hot, and messy. But all of that ended six years ago, after a four-year battle for your relationship. Now, you’re twenty-six years old and still reeling from the relationship when suddenly, Baekhyun shows up on your doorstep.
For the Drabble thingy... My dream would be skinny dipping with Harry in his pool... but I can only imagine doing that and having someone like one of the boys or maybe Gemma walk in the backyard and seeing you 😳😳
Blurb Night #2
Maybe you’re all at the LA house you share with Harry, maybe you all had a late night the day before after a family barbecue and everyone’s still in bed this early in the morning, except for you and Harry who have emerged to clean up the garden of half empty bottles of alcohol and general rubbish that’s been left around. He’s just got his boxers on because nobody else is going to be up for a while (and it’s hot outside) and maybe you’re just in a silk sleep shorts and cami helping him, and when you come back around to the pool after taking one of the bags of rubbish round the corner, you see Harry’s boxers lying next to the pool and him sitting happily against the side in the water, waiting for you.
“Harry, tell me you’re not naked in there?”
“What?” You laugh.
“You told me not to tell you that I’m naked in here,” he smirks.
“Your mother is upstairs, H, and your sister, and your step father, you can’t be naked.”
“They won’t be down f’ ages, love. Come in wit’ me?”
“No!” It’s a whisper but a high pitched one, you definitely don’t need his family waking up right this second.
And he pleads and pleads, trying to grab your ankle as you walk past, telling you he just wants to have a swim with his girl, some morning loving, in the quiet this early in the day, with the sun already burning down on your skin. And then he gets you and before you know it, you’re sat on the edge of the pool, checking the windows of the house to make sure nobody is looking down and seeing what’s going on, taking off your cami, the slight breeze hitting your stomach, and he pulling off your shorts before he pulls you in with a splash and you cuddle up against the pool walls, him leaving kisses along you soaked skin.
“BLOODY HELL, GET A ROOM YOU TWO!” You’d hear Gemma scream with laughter as she walks out in to the garden. “I was gonna swim in there later, now I’ll have to fumigate the thing!”
And you’d try to hide behind him in the pool and he’d just giggle in front of you, helping to keep you covered because he doesn’t want the whole world seeing your naked body, the scream of Gemma probably waking up his mother and Robin too.
“S’my house, Gem, ‘m allowed a little time with m’ woman,” he’d tease as he shooed his sister away so you could climb out of the pool in private, still giggling as you find a spare towel and grab your discarded clothes.
“Hey, baby, come back, I need you t’ keep me warm, pool’s cold…”
Not to sound dramatic, but you dropped your phone. The shock had come over you like a tsunami that destroyed everything in its wake.
“Hello?” your phone spoke on the rug beneath your feet, “Y/N? You there?”
“Y-Yeah…” you gasped, even though you knew he couldn’t hear you. You slowly bent down to the rug and grabbed your phone, picking it up with shaking hands, you leaned into the device.
“Y/N, why would I lie about something this serious? He’s a wreck, he needs help.”
“Well then get him help; he’s not my business anymore.”
“He needs you.”
“I’m hanging up–”
“No!” Michael raised his voice, then softened it, “No. Just let me show you him.”
You hesitated, fully intent on saying no, but you succumbed to the temptation, Luke was your apple in your whimsical, hard, and beautiful edenic relationship. You couldn’t help but to give in. You nodded your head to no one, ended the call, and FaceTimed Michael.
Michael watched as his friend lay in his own bodily fluids, surrounded by various empty bottles of alcohol. Luke had thrown himself into routine: wake up with a hangover, go to the studio, go to the bar, come crying drunk to Michael.
“Luke?” Michael asked to breathing body. Luke didn’t move, he groaned and let out a hiccup.
Michael’s phone started buzzing in his hand.
FaceTime Call From Y/NY/NY/NY/NY/NY/NY/NY/N
“Mike?” your face came up on the screen. Worry creased your brow. Michael turned the camera so that it was now on Luke. You gasped.
“Michael, where the fuck are you?”
You burst through Michael’s apartment door, and ran straight to the body on the floor.
“Luke?” you asked, as you pet his blonde locks, trying to get him to move.
Finally his lips separated and breathed out a sigh, “My angel… I knew you’d come to me.” He smiled and you, and you couldn’t seem to help the smile creeping onto your face.
“Luke… we’re not together anymore…” You held his cheek, and watched his face drop as he let out a heart wrenching sob.
“There is no one else… There is no one else… There is no one else…” he kept mumbling on repeat, trying to grab for you.
“Luke– I don’t know what to do… what do you need? Just stop crying!”
Luke looked at you, his big blue eyes peering into your soul. “My love, my love, come back to me…”
GUESS WHO HAS SPRING BREAK AND CAN WRITE AS MUCH AS SHE CAN
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Member: Jaebum x Reader
Word Count: 2079
This is a fic describing the first kiss of Prince Jaebum and his assassin guard~
You stopped in front of the prince’s tent and cleared your throat, hoping to get his attention.
“My lord,” you said, waiting for a reply. There was a moment of silence before Jaebum spoke.
“You may enter,” he called from inside the tent.
The two of you had been travelling for a while to get to a nearby city, keeping off the road as much as you could. You finally reached the outskirts and had insisted on going to check it out before letting the prince go in order to make sure it was safe for him. To your surprise, the city had been extremely lively and was filled with kind people that continuously asked if you were okay or if you were lost.
You managed to obtain information from one of the elders in town and were about to take your leave when he handed you a bottle. You were surprised at first, but he assured you that it was a custom to give those kinds of gifts to new friends in the city. You had taken it with suspicion but simply thanked him and headed back to where you and Jaebum had made camp.
“What news do you have?” he asked when you entered. He had let his long hair down and it framed is sharp face nicely. You sat cross-legged before him and pulled out your bag.
“The citizens are all in good health. The town seems to be wealthy and, at least at the moment, there don’t seem to be any disturbances,” you said. “Also, some of the older men said that the leader of the town hall would be making an announcement tomorrow afternoon about the new water supply system. I think it’s worth going,” you added. Jaebum nodded at your information.
1. Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it? 2. Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now? 3. When’s the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time? 4. Would you ever smile at a stranger? 5. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are? 6. Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today? 7. What exactly are you wearing right now? 8. How often do you listen to music? 9. Do you wear jeans or sweats more? 10. Do you think your life will change dramatically before 2015? 11. Are you a social or an antisocial person? 12. Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with the letter ‘A’? 13. What about ‘R’? 14. Can you drive a stick shift? 15. Do you care if people talk badly about you? 16. Are you going out of town soon? 17. When was the last time you cried? 18. Have you ever told someone you loved them? 19. If you could change your eye color, would you? 20. Is there a boy who you would do absolutely everything for? 21. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having. 22. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead? 23. Are you dating the last person you talked to? 24. What are you sitting on right now? 25. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you? 26. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have? 27. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night? 28. Do you get a lot of colds? 29. Where is the shirt you are wearing from? 30. Does anyone hate you? 31. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room? 32. Do you like watching scary movies? 33. Do you want your tongue pierced? 34. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be? 35. Did you have a dream last night? 36. When was the last time you told someone you loved them? 37. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years? 38. Do you think someone has feelings for you? 39. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? 40. Did you have a good day yesterday? 41. Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship? 42. In the next 48 hours, will you hang out with a girl? 43. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you? 44. What’s the best part about school? 45. Do you have any pictures on your Facebook? 46. Do you ever pass notes to your friends in school? 47. Do you replay things that have happened in your head? 48. Were you single over the last summer? 49. Is your life anything like it was two years ago? 50. What are you supposed to be doing right now? 51. Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with? 52. Are you nice to everyone? 53. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to? 54. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat? 55. Are you good at hiding your feelings? 56. Do you think you like someone? 57. Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’? 58. Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys? 59. Has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry? 60. Do you hate anyone? 61. How’s your heart? 62. Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about? 63. Have you ever cried over a guy? 64. Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now? 65. Are your toenails painted pink? 66. Will your next kiss be a mistake? 67. Girls love it when boyfriends cry; correct? 68. Have your pants ever fallen down in public? 69. Who was the last person you were on the phone with? 70. How do you look right now? 71. Do you have someone you can be your complete self around? 72. Can you commit to one person? 73. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to? 74. Have you ever felt replaced? 75. Did you wake up cranky? 76. Are you a jealous person? 77. Are relationships ever worth it? 78. Anyone you’re giving up on? 79. Currently wanting to see anyone? 80. Name something you have to do tomorrow? 81. Last person you cried in front of? 82. Is there someone you will never forget? 83. Do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you? 84. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now? 85. Are you over your past? 86. Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex? 87. Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to? 88. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept? 89. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in? 90. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated? 91. Will you be in a relationship in 2 months? 92. Is there anyone you know with the name Michael? 93. Have you ever kissed a Matthew? 94. Were you in a relationship in January? How was it going? 95. Were you happy with the person you liked in March? 96. Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive? 97. Who do you have texts from? 98. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say? 99. Have you ever kissed someone older than you? 100. Who’s in your profile picture with you?
pairing: Hoseok x reader word count: 1231 genre: bit of fluff, angst summary: Hoseok would almost always provide you with comfort in your darkest times warnings: death, nightmares, slight gore, alcohol mention a/n: inspired by this prompt but don’t read the prompt first b/c spoilers. also, y’all should take note of when i insert a line and when i don’t. just saying.
Empty bottles on the table,
Black roses on the ground,
Silhouettes of people dancin
to an unfamiliar sound,
Hello stranger, can i call you a friend?
My friend im goin down,
with empty bottles on the table,
Black roses on the ground
“Welcome to the tea party! Grab a chair -sit down- you’re bound to have a lovely time.Ignore the half empty bottles of alcohol.Have a cup of tea on us!” Arthur, (the Mad Hatter) probably. I was going to make Francis the Cheshire cat, but the Hare and the Hatter are always having a ball, so why not.