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.”
Tantalizing:01020304050607 08 Ship: Jungkook | Reader Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge. Warning: No Smut, Slight Angst Word Count: 5,281 A/N: This is my last chapter from the series, and though it doesn’t have smut and it might not satisfy all readers, I do hope you enjoyed and continue to stick around after this fic to see the others I have in store. This was my first actual series/fic to write and start here on Tumblr, and I’m glad I had such great support for it!
green light ; i’m waiting for it, that green light, i want it.
MUSE A and MUSE B were in a happy relationship for some time, until MUSE B was caught cheating, not ready to be in a committed relationship. now MUSE A is heartbroken and going out every night in hopes of forgetting MUSE B. meanwhile, MUSE B is regretting their actions and letting MUSE A go. but can they really be forgiven and are they ready — ready to give each other that green light ?
sober ; we pretend that we just don’t care but we care.
MUSE A and MUSE B aren’t supposed to be together for whatever reason: maybe one is in a relationship, maybe they had a deal, maybe it’s something that goes deeper. but one intoxicated night out leads to several touches and secretive kisses in the dark that tastes a lot like treason. and no matter how much they say it’s nothing serious, there might be more there than they’re willing to admit.
homemade dynamite ; i’ll give you my best side, tell you all my best lies.
known for being rebels without cause, MUSE A and MUSE B are synonymous to their fast cars, nights out beneath the stars, empty bottles of alcohol, and loud music. they meet by chance one night and immediately click, and embark on a careless adventure after it despite not knowing each other. it’s them against the world: after all, what could go wrong ?
the louvre ; blow all my friendships to sit in hell with you.
MUSE A and MUSE B have just hit the honeymoon stage of their relationship and everything seems to be perfect. late nights out, lots of pda, dream dates every day — they’re so caught up in each other that the entire world seems to lose significance. but everything that comes up must come down, even with their heads in the clouds.
liability ; you’re all gonna watch me disappear into the sun.
all of MUSE A’s relationships seem to fall apart before they even begin. they’re used to being used, but if anything it has only made MUSE A love themselves more as armour around their breaking heart. MUSE B comes along and recognizes that MUSE A is a bit of a handful with their high demands and closed off demeanor, but are they willing to try anyway ?
hard feelings ; let’s give it a minute before we admit that we’re through.
after a long and happy relationship, both MUSE A and MUSE B know they’re coming to an end. they’ve simply fallen out of love, but after having been each others homes for so long, giving each other up doesn’t seem to be an option, and so they hold on with all they’ve got.
loveless ; all fuckin’ with our lovers’ heads.
both MUSE A and MUSE B don’t really do committed relationships and have quite the list of hearts they have broken. one night out they spot each other and think the other, beautiful as they are, will be another easy target. little do they know they’re playing the same game with someone’s who’s just as good as them.
sober ii ( melodrama ) ; how we kiss and kill each other.
MUSE A and MUSE B’s relationship is built up on dim lit rooms and a bit too much alcohol flowing through their veins, and somehow they have made it work. but a defining moment makes them realize that they can’t live like this forever, without properly knowing the other, and at some point the lights must come on again — and maybe secrets will be exposed that makes their story a lot less beautiful than they initially thought.
writer in the dark ; did my best to exist just for you.
MUSE B walked out on MUSE A after a long relationship together. MUSE A had given their all in the relationship and standing without it now is making them realize just how lost they feel and that they need to move on in order to be happy. but there’s a part of them that’s still hoping MUSE B will return, and though MUSE B is with someone else now, they too might feel the undeniable pull back.
supercut ; i’m someone you maybe might love.
both MUSE A and MUSE B can tell something is wrong with their relationship. they argue about everything and can’t seem to ever get along or even talk about their problems. yet, there are the occasional sweet moments that seem to make it all worth it, and at the end of the day they’re ready to endure all the fighting and pain just to keep each other close.
liability ( reprise ) ; but you’re not what you thought you were.
MUSE A has always lived with the belief that they’ll never find happiness and that no one can ever love them. they’re convinced no one will ever want to make sense of all that they are and have grown used to giving themselves away without never receiving anything in return. MUSE B is seeing everything about MUSE A that they can’t see themselves, and they intend to make them see just how wonderful they are.
perfect places ; what the fuck are perfect places anyway ?
a group of friends ( perfect for a mumu or a small group rp ) are all looking for something, but they’re not quite sure what yet — maybe just an escape from their tough reality. they’re young and they intend to live as if every night is their last. drugs, sex, and alcohol might feel like perfect places, and the parties drown out the loneliness, but they’ll soon realize that there is no such thing as a perfect place.
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.
It was about 4 A.M. when you woke up.
Everything was dark so it took you some time to adapt your eyes to see empty
bottles of alcohol, shoes, a traffic cone (?) and a bunch of unconscious people
on the floor. It really had been an amazing birthday party even though you didn’t
drink much (it was your own house after all and you wanted to make sure they
didn’t break anything).
wish” you told yourself
smiling and were about to close your eyes again when you felt a gentle pair of
arms tighten around your waist and pull you closer to a someone’s warm body.
You tensed against the unknown source of heat and looked around. Jeonghan,
S.coups, Mingyu, Wonwoo and DK were sleeping on the floor a few meters away
from you. Vernon, Minghao and Dino had somehow managed to fit on the couch. Jun
and Hoshi were lying down under the table. The bed only had room for two: one
of them was Seungkwan (because he said he refused to sleep on the floor) and
the other one was Woozi (no one was brave enough to argue with him). That could
only mean that the person sleeping next to you on the floor and hugging you was…
“…Joshua?” you asked but you didn’t get any reply. His
steady breathing next to your ear could only mean he was asleep, which made
sense because he had never hugged you consciously.
Having your crush so close to you should have
made you feel nervous but he was so warm and the his heart beating against your
back was so comforting that it made you want to get even closer to him. Well,
it was your birthday so there was nothing wrong with enjoying the situation… Or
so you thought until you felt something kind of hard touching your ass.
still and Joshua’s breath hitched for a moment before going back to his relaxed
state. You hadn’t had enough beer to be drunk so you had no excuse for what you
did next: holding his arms you started to slowly rotate your hips against him.
Joshua’s hold around you was even tighter now and his lips released a tiny
Feeling brave you grinded against him harder
and he mumbled something unintelligible
against your neck while thrusting his hips weakly. His arousal was evident now,
his hard cock against you, his soft moans and his hands wandering under your
shirt. This was the best birthday you had ever had. Until he gasped and held
your hips in place and pushed himself away from you. He was definitely awake
“…Y/N?” he asked in a low voice you had never
heard before. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t
mean-“ he started apologizing but you turned around and kissed him firmly.
“I started it” you said. Your eyes had already gotten used to
the weak light and you could see his confused face. It was clear he didn’t know
what to say so you took it as a sign to continue. If he rejected you, you would
have time to feel embarrassed and regret it in the morning but now you could
only think about how much you wanted him.
“Y/N, wait a minute. Let’s talk about this” he tried to say between kisses, his hips
betraying him. “Y/N you’re drunk, I can’t
do thi-nnghh” he found himself lying on his back with you on top of him
“Jisoo, I had two beers and it was like 4 hours
ago. I know what I’m doing” you replied moving your hips in tiny circles and that’s when he moaned
louder than expected. You both stood still, looking around in case someone had
woken up. When Joshua was sure everyone was still asleep he buried his fingers
on your hips and looked at your eyes, his own lidded and dark.
“Ok fine. If you really feel something for me,
then we can do this but if you’re just doing this because you’re horny, you
better go find somebody else” he said sternly.
“How can you be so dense? I’ve always been crazy
for you” you huffed. His
eyes widened but he didn’t say anything so you started to get insecure “Please tell me I haven’t been reading the
signs wro-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence because he was kissing you in
a desperate way.
“Y/N, look at me” he said his hands still holding your hips in
place. “Do I have your full consent to
“Are you kidding? That’s literally the only thing
I want right now” you
answered. That was all he needed to finally grab your ass and snap his hips up.
It was your turn to moan now.
“Shhh, love” he whispered kissing you again while rubbing
himself against you. “We don’t want the
others to wake up”
“It’s your fault. You could have warned me” you said kissing his neck. He sighed in
delight and his hands slipped under your shirt to play with your breasts
through your bra.
“I really wish we were alone now” he murmured.
“Yeah?” you teased “And what exactly would you do if we were alone?”
“I would sit you on my face” he said hotly next to your ear “and eat you out until you pass out”
You gasped in
shock and arousal, almost coming just from hearing gentleman Joshua speaking
“Then I would come all over your pretty face, tie
you up and eat you out again until you wake up from oversensitivity” he continued and you honestly couldn’t
believe your ears.
“J-Jisoo” you moaned already close to your orgasm.
“What’s wrong, love?” he chuckled nibbling your earlobe “Are you close?”
You couldn’t even speak coherently but he
could tell you were close because of the way your body reacted to his touch.
You could tell he was close too when you heard a loud gasp and the word ‘harder’.
So you did just that, grinding harder and faster until you felt his cock twist
against your clothed clit and you both came with a shaky breath. You collapsed
on top of him and he hugged you, kissing your forehead.
“You don’t think they heard, do you?” you asked and someone (Jun) literally
snorted before you heard Jeonghans laugh.
“Seriously?” he asked laughing hysterically “You were so loud!”
“Jeonghan!” scolded S.coups.
“Guys, you’re making it more awkward” complained Minghao.
“Oh my god” you whined hiding your face. Joshua was
speechless, all the confidence he had just showed long forgotten.
“Do I have your full consent, DK?” asked Hoshi imitating Joshua and everyone
started laughing, except for S.coups and Mingyu, who were defending him saying
that consent was important.
“What’s going on?” asked Vernon who had just woken up and now everyone
was laughing. At least 5 minutes passed before they calmed down and you heard
S.coups voice again.
You scrambled about your room, trying to locate your other shoe as you looked at the clock.
You groaned out loud as you heard the familiar sound of a car horn honking and proceeded to step into the living room, gasping in delight when you saw your shoe under the couch. You quickly lunged for it, pulling it onto your sock-clad foot as you left your apartment, making sure to lock the door.
You slid your shoe on just as the door next to you opened, causing you to stumble and fall against the person who had just emerged.
“Woah, (Y/N), are you okay?” You heard a familiar voice ask as hand flew to your shoulders to steady you.
You mentally sighed as you looked up, locking eyes with none other than Peter Parker. “Yeah Peter, I’m fine, thanks!”
You both stood in the hallway, looking at one another as shy smiles and blushes grew on your faces. The peaceful silence was broken by your phone, which rang loudly in the quiet building.
Peter leaned against the wall as you smiled at him in an apologetic way. He watched you as you spoke, noticing the adorable way you’d tilt your head to the side and listen to whatever you were being told, letting out the occasional ‘yeah’ to let the other person know that you were listening.
After a few minutes, you hung up, stuffing your phone into your back pocket. “Sorry Peter. I really should be going. I don’t want to be late.”
A blinding smile and a quick wave later, you were gone, leaving Peter breathless and with a pounding heart.
“Chill!” You screamed at your best friend, raising your voice in order to be heard over the incessant honking of the car horn.
Your best friend simply smirked, turning on the car as you hopped in. “I wouldn’t have had to do this if you weren’t running late, wouldn’t I?”
“I got a bit caught up,” you mumbled, feeling your face heat up.
“Sure. I bet you probably just overslept.”
You rolled your eyes as your best friend chuckled. “Whatever. Just drive, Eugene.”
Flash’s smirk faltered as he pressed down on the accelerator, zooming through the streets of Queens as he made his way to school.
You sat in your usual spot at lunch, Liz sitting on your left as Flash sat on your right.
You had been looking at dumb memes with Flash, throwing your head back and laughing whenever you got to a really good one.
Your laughter was interrupted to a harsh nudge from Liz, drawing your attention to the small smirk on her face. “Guess who’s staring at you yet again (Y/N/N)?”
Flash groaned, leaning in towards the both of you. “Are you talking about Penis Parker and his creepy staring again?”
You lightly smacked Flash’s chest. “Be nice.”
Flash rolled his eyes, slinging his arm around your waist and tickling your sides as you squirmed around, trying to escape.
“Uh-oh, guess who’s jealous?” Liz chimed, causing you and Flash to separate.
You scoffed lightly. “First of all, he has no reason to be jealous. No offense Flash, I love you but ew.”
“Are you kidding me?” Flash spoke. “You’re practically my sister. That’s disgusting.”
“Second of all,” you continued. “He was staring at you, Liz. Not me. You’re the ridiculously gorgeous one.”
Flash nodded his head in agreement.
“Whatever you say (Y/N),” Liz chuckled. “But mark my words. Peter Parker is smitten with you.”
Flash made a face of disgust before leaning his cheek on his hand. “If Parker likes you, he’ll have to ask me for my blessing.”
You felt your face flush as Liz spoke once more. “Then let’s hope you get wasted enough at my party to give it.”
The news of Liz’s weekend party spread like wildfire.
Everyone had been invited, even the freshmen, and the person who was most excited for the event was Ned Leeds.
Ned was buzzing with excitement as he and Peter trudged up the walkway to Liz’s front door. Peter, however, was a complete contrast to his adorable best friend. He walked with a slight frown on his face, not wanting to see you having the time of your life with Flash.
The duo twirled around quickly when they heard a voice shouting their names.
“Ned! Peter! Wait up you guys!” You cried out slightly, rushing up the walkway to catch up to them. You shot them a wide grin, causing Ned to smile back and also causing Peter’s heart to speed up.
“Hey (Y/N),” Ned greeted, pulling you into a quick hug.
“Hey Neddy,” you said. “Great hat by the way!”
Ned blushed slightly as he bowed his head, giving you the opportunity to snatch his hat and place it upon your own head.
“(Y/N)!” Ned groaned, causing you to throw your head back and laugh.
Peter was almost certain that he’d go into cardiac arrest at any moment.
Peter could feel himself staring at you. Staring at the way your (H/C) hair framed your face perfectly, at the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed, at the way you smiled at him as you spoke…
Oh wait, you were speaking to him.
“…so I’ll go look for Flash now! See you around guys,” you said as you bounded up to the door, letting yourself in.
Ned smacked the back of Peter’s head. “Dude! She was trying to have a conversation with you.”
“W-what?” Peter asked.
“Yeah. She was talking to you but when you made it clear you obviously didn’t want to speak to her; she left,” Ned clarified before groaning. “And she took my hat!”
Peter ran a hand through his hair. “She was trying to talk to me?”
Ned walked up to the door. “She asked if we wanted to hang out with her at the party. I said yes, you said nothing. She left to go look for Flash instead.”
Peter gasped. “Ned, no way, really? You should’ve slapped me or something!”
Ned snickered. “Yeah. She looked kind of upset.”
Peter groaned before bursting into the house, looking around the room for you. He couldn’t see you anywhere and sighed in defeat, leaning against the wall as he mentally scolded himself for not listening to you.
“Liz I swear to god he hates me!” You exclaimed. “I told you that he was actually staring at you!”
After your embarrassing display with Ned and Peter, you had dashed upstairs to Liz’s room. You frowned as you kept replaying the moment inside your head. You had asked if you could stay with them and Ned had agreed enthusiastically. Peter on the other hand, had looked at you strangely, just staring at you blankly before shaking his head slightly. You had quickly left afterwards, biting your lip in embarrassment. Of course Peter doesn’t like you. Why would he?
“Stop stressing (Y/N/N),” Flash’s voice rang as he walked into the room. “So what if he actually likes Liz? You’re too good for him anyways.”
“Yeah,” you muttered in agreement. “Who cares if he has big, sparkling brown eyes? O-or the cutest chocolate curls ever? Or the fact that he’s literally the sweetest person ever? I mean it’s not like-”
“Wow,” Liz interrupted your little speech.
“You really like Penis Parker, don’t you?” Flash asked, face scrunching up slightly in disgust.
You chewed slightly on your bottom lip. “Y-yeah. I guess I do.”
Flash ran his hand over his face before gesturing to the door. “I’m gonna go get a drink…or ten. I’m gonna need them if I have to listen to you rant about Parker.”
You followed Flash downstairs and into the kitchen, where he proceeded to take a half-empty bottle of some alcoholic drink and dump it into a cup. He raised the cup and took a sip, making a sound of disgust as he dumped the drink down the sink.
“Ugh! I don’t know why I always try it if I know I’m not gonna like it,” Flash muttered as you giggled.
“Let’s just look for some snacks Eugene,” you replied, hopping up onto the counter as he scowled at you.
You pointed to the cabinet and Flash went over to it, picking out a bag of your favorite chips and walking over to you.
The two of you stayed in the kitchen for a while, chatting with whomever stumbled in and eating your chips in silence the rest of the time.
“So were you serious about your crush?” Flash asked as he leaned against the counter and lowered his voice.
You looked around slightly before leaning in, speaking in an equally hushed voice. “I mean, I know you don’t like him Flash, but he’s not a bad guy.”
Flash frowned slightly. “It’s just, I don’t know. I don’t like that thought of you two together.”
“Jealous, Flash?” You smirked, quirking an eyebrow as you observed your best friend.
“Yes,” Flash replied, wincing as your eyes widened in shock. “But not in the way you think!”
“Then?” You asked, prompting him to keep speaking.
“It’s just, what if you spend too much time together?” Flash asked. “You’re my best friend (Y/N) and I don’t want to get left behind.”
You froze for a moment. Flash had never been this vulnerable before and honestly, you thought it was a bit heartbreaking.
“Flash,” you started, pulling him in front of you and placing your hand on his shoulders. “Listen to me, okay? You are way too important to me to be replaced by anyone else. Yeah, you may be a dick sometimes and yeah, maybe your ego is way too overinflated, but that does not change the fact that you have always been there for me. And you probably always will. I love you, okay Flash? And no matter what the future brings, I hope that we always stay besides each other.”
Flash nodded solemnly as you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Now let’s go get this party started.”
Flash smirked and he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I love you too.”
You motioned for him to go on without you. “Go ahead Flash. I’ll get us some nice drinks and catch up with you.”
Flash snorted and left, flipping you off playfully as he exited the kitchen.
Flash’s exit was quickly interrupted when he slammed into a solid body. Quickly apologizing, Flash proceeded to sneer at the person when he met their eyes.
“Parker,” he spat, straightening up.
Peter avoided his eyes, choosing to glance down at the floor before allowing his eyes to flicker over to where you were sitting.
Flash’s eyes widened slightly at the strangely heartbroken look in Peter’s eyes and proceeded to grab him by the collar, pushing him up against the wall.
“Now you’re going to listen to me okay Parker?” Flash spoke lowly, mentally yelling at himself for what he was about to do.
Peter gulped and nodded, fighting the urge to push Flash off of him and web him to the wall.
“I have a lovesick best friend in the kitchen,” Flash hissed. “And I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but you better go in there and confess or I swear to god that I will break you. Understood?”
Peter nodded, eyes wide. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard and assumed it was some sort of hallucination caused by the adrenaline pumping in his veins.
“Good,” Flash continued. “Now go and don’t mess it up. I won’t give you another chance at this.”
With one last shove and a glare, Flash stalked off, leaving Peter to stare at you dreamily before breathing in deeply and walking into the kitchen.
He froze almost immediately. There you were, sitting on top of the counter as you scrolled through your phone, absentmindedly swinging you legs and causing them to lightly tap the cabinets beneath you.
Peter walked over slowly and stopped once he was in front of you. Awkwardly, he cleared his throat, grabbing your attention as you finally noticed him standing in front of you.
“P-peter!” You stuttered, hopping down from the counter and rushing to make yourself seem more presentable.
Unfortunately, your ankle faltered when you hit the ground and you were sent stumbling into Peter.
Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment and you mentally screamed when you felt Peter’s arms around your waist. You regained your balance and stood up straight, your hands landing on Peter’s arms.
Your blush only worsened when you felt his muscles flex involuntarily and you realized that Peter wasn’t as scrawny as he seemed.
Was Peter Parker always this fit?
“Hey (Y/N),” Peter finally spoke, drawing your attention to him.
“Hey Pete,” you whispered, trying to avoid his eyes. “What’s up?”
“Well I saw Flash leave you here and decided it was the perfect time to talk to you about earlier.”
You flinched slightly at the memory of his small rejection. “Yeah, about that, it’s no big deal Peter. Really. I’m sorry I ever suggested hanging out in the first place.”
Peter’s eyes widened at your words. “No! I’m sorry for not replying earlier. I wanted to hang out with you but I just assumed that you and Flash were…dating.”
You giggled, resting your head on his chest slightly. “Never! Flash is like the older brother I’m glad I never had.”
Peter sighed. “Well that’s good. That’s great!”
You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean?”
Peter took a deep breath, calming himself down before he leaned down, connecting his lips to yours.
You stood there, shocked. Peter began to panic and immediately loosened his grasp on your waist, backing away when you didn’t kiss back.
Your lips chased his, however, and you wound your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you as he let out a surprised squeak.
You gasped slightly when Peter nipped your bottom lip, allowing him to deepen the kiss as he pressed you up against the counter before lifting you up and setting you down on it.
Even though the kiss had become more intense, you could still feel the softness behind it. The shyness and awkwardness was still there as your lips moved against one another. It was shy and hesitant and so utterly Peter that you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell with emotion.
You were kissing Peter Parker.
And he was pretty damn good at it.
You both sprung apart and turned towards the door, seeing a shocked Ned and and a grinning Liz.
“You guys were kissing!” Ned spoke, pointing at the two of you.
“W-what? No we werent,” Peter denied as you tried to smooth down your outfit.
“Your hair is messed up, your lips are swollen, and your hand are all over her,” Liz spoke smugly, a victorious smile on her face.
Your face heated up as you took in Peter’s apeearance. His hair was indeed all messed up, his curls going every direction. His lips were red and swollen, and you felt your cheeks heat up even more when he caught your gaze and his lips went up into a smirk.
“We weren’t kissing, Liz!” You exclaimed, trying to hide your embarrassment.
“Mmmhmm,” Liz hummed. “Just please don’t make a mess in my kitchen, yeah?”
She winked at the both of you before pulling Ned away, chatting about his missing hat.“
“So,” Peter spoke, drawing your attention back to him. “I kinda, really, really like you (Y/N).”
Peter had his head down, a bright blush adorning his cheek. You giggled loudly, causing his head to snap up as he looked at you in confusion.
“Oh Peter. I really like you too you dork,” you proclaimed, bringing a grin to his face.
“Well that’s great! If not, then this would have been really awkward,” he muttered.
You rolled your eyes as you leaned in again. “You’re really cute Peter Parker.”
Your lips met once more, this time in a kiss that was soft and sweet and a lot more slow than your previous one. Just as Peter’s hands landed on your thigh, you were interrupted by another voice.
“C'mon Penis Parker! In the middle of the kitchen? Really?”
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Draw a selfie.
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Has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry?
Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?
Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you, and meant it?
Have you been to a gig in the past month?
Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?
Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?
Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?
Have you ever been called a tease?
Have you ever been in a physical fight?
Have you ever been in love?
Have you ever caught a butterfly?
Have you ever cried over a guy?
Have you ever drank your soda from a straw?
Have you ever eaten a crayon?
Have you ever fallen for your ex’s best friend?
Have you ever felt replaced?
Have you ever found it hard to tell someone you like them?
Have you ever had your heart broken?
Have you ever kissed a Chris?
Have you ever kissed a Sophie?
Have you ever kissed someone older than you?
Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with the letter ‘A’?
Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex?
Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the same sex?
Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?
Have you ever liked someone who didn’t like you back?
Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?
Have you ever thrown up in the car?
Have you ever told someone you loved them?
Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?
Have you ever wanted something you couldn’t have?
Have you had any real Tumblr crushes? If you want to keep your mystery, answer with a drawing.
Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?
Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’?
Have your pants ever fallen down in public?
Have your parents ever caught you doing something you wish they hadn’t?
How are you?
How are you really?
How do you like your eggs?
How do you look on a night out?
How do you look right now?
How do you vent your anger?
How is your best friend?
How late did you stay up last night and why?
How long can you hold your breath for?
How long does it take you to bath?
How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?
How long does it take you to get ready for a night out?
How long does it take you to shower?
How many kids do you want to have?
How many TRUE friends do you have?
How mature are you
How much do you weigh?
How much do you want to weigh?
How often do you bathe?
How often do you go to see live music?
How often do you listen to music?
How old are you?
How old were you when you got your first boy/girlfriend
How old were you when you had your first kiss
How tall are you?
How tall is your crush?
How’s your heart?
Ice cream or cake? Why?
If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you do?
If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?
If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?
If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?
If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?
If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
If you could change your eye color, would you?
If you could have one wish, what would it be?
If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?
If you could move somewhere else, would you?
If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?
If you had to delete one day of your life completely, which would it be?
If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be?
If you were drunk, who would you want to take care of you?
If you’re being extremely quiet what does that mean?
If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?
In a relationship?
In the next 48 hours, will you hang out with a girl?
In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?
Is cheating ever okay?
Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead?
Is there a boy who you would do absolutely everything for?
Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to?
Is there anyone you want to tell EVERYTHING to?
Is there anyone you know with the name Michael?
Is there anything pink on you?
Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?
Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?
Is there someone you will never forget?
Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?
Is your life anything like it was one year ago?
Is your life anything like it was two years ago?
JFK: conspiracy or not?
Last book you read?
Last food that you ate?
Last gig you went to?
Last movie you watched?
Last person you cried in front of?
Last person you talked to?
Last person you talked to for over an hour?
Last person’s house you were in?
Last place you were?
Last play you saw?
Last prank call you remember doing?
Last show you watched?
Last show you watched with a friend?
Last song you listened to?
Last song you sang?
Last sport you played?
Last thing that made you cry?
Last time you cried?
Last time you got stopped by a cop or pulled over?
Last time you hung out with anyone?
Last time you hung out with a group?
Last time you kissed someone?
Last time you took a shower?
Last time you were insulted and what was it?
Least favorite sport?
Least favourite animals
List 5 movies that you love.
List all the countries you’ve been to. Write a comment on each of them. Or some, if you can’t be bothered.
Loud music or soft?
Loud or soft music?
Meaning behind your url
Most adventurous place you’ve smoked?
Most attractive celebrity of the opposite gender?
Most attractive celebrity of the same gender as you?
Name of the person you first kissed
Name something you dislike about the day you’re having.
Name something you’re happy about the day you’re having.
Name something you have to do tomorrow?
Name something you’re glad you don’t have to do tomorrow?
Name three things you like about yourself.
Next trip you are going to take?
One movie you can watch everyday of your life?
One must have?
One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?
One thing you would say to a person who hurt you?
Opinions on dating people older than you
Opinions on dating people younger than you
People you want to smoke with? Whether they actually smoke or not?
Pick something from your immediate surroundings and tell the story behind the item.
Pick up the nearest printed material in your first language and copy out a random paragraph.
Place you want to visit?
Place you’d want to smoke most?
Places you’d like to visit?
Post a picture of yourself
Put on shuffle, what came on and what are your favorite lyrics?
Put your music playlist on shuffle. Give me the first 6 songs that pop up.
Reading or watching?
Smell the air. What do you smell?
So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in?
Something you miss?
Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.
Suppose you see your ex kissing another person what would you
The last time you noticed you’d put a piece of clothing on incorrectly, i.e. backwards/inside out/etc?
The reason I joined Tumblr?
The relationship between you and the person you last texted?
The Zodiac Killer is…?
Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship?
Think back 12 months ago; were you in a relationship?
Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?
Three names you go by..
Top 5 actors
Top 5 actresses
Top 5 directors
Top 5 favorite blogs on Tumblr.
Top 5 movies
Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?
Wearing any bracelets?
Were you happy with the person you liked in March?
Were you in a relationship in January? How was it going?
Were you single over the last summer?
What are you actually gonna do for a career?
What are you listening to right now?
What ARE you looking forward to?
What are you NOT looking forward to?
What are you sitting on right now?
What are you supposed to be doing right now?
What are you wearing right now?
What are you wearing?
What are your fears?
What are your plans for tonight?
What brought you to Tumblr?
What color bottoms are you wearing?
What color is your shirt?
What color shirt are you wearing?
What color underwear are you wearing?
What do you do/what do you want to do when you grow up
What do you think about most?
What do you think about tattoos and piercings?
What do you want to know about the future?
What does your last text message say?
What does your latest text message from someone else say?
What exactly are you wearing right now?
What gender do you identify as?
What has been the biggest moment in your life so far?
What is a typical breakfast for you?
What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?
What is your all-time favorite romance movie?
What is your current mood? Write and/or draw.
What is your current screen saver?
What is your favorite animal?
What is your favorite word?
What kind of people are you attracted to?
What makes you laugh no matter what?
What should you be doing right now?
What size shoes do you where?
What song are you listening to right now?
What tabs do you have open right now?
What was the last book you read?
What was the last lie you told?
What was the last movie you watched in theaters?
What was the last thing you had to drink?
What were you doing at 12AM last night?
What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?
What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?
What’s a song that always makes you sad when you hear it?
What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?
What’s the first thing you notice in the opposite sex
What’s the last sporting event you watched?
What’s the last thing you purchased?
What’s the last thing you put in your mouth?
What’s the meaning behind your url?
What’s the relationship between you and the last person you texted?
What’s the worst place you have ever been to?
What’s your biggest “what if”?
What’s your current problem?
What’s your dream job?
When did your last hug take place?
When is the last time you ran?
When is the last time you went to the mall?
When was the last time you cried?
When was the last time you drove out of town?
When was the last time you smiled?
When was the last time you told someone you loved them?
When was the last time you were extremely disappointed?
When’s the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time?
Where do you go when you’re sad?
Where is the shirt you are wearing from?
Where is your best friend?
Where were you 3 hours ago?
Where were you last week at this time?
Where were you yesterday?
Who are you in love with?
Who are your best friends?
Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?
Who do you have texts from?
Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now?
Who is the biggest gossiper you know?
Who is your celebrity crush?
Who is your favourite Beatle?
Who was the first person you talked to today?
Who was the last person you drove with?
Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?
Who was the last person you held hands with?
Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?
Who was the last person you talked to?
Who was the last person you took a picture of?
Who was the last person you were on the phone with?
Who was your first crush?
Who’s in your profile picture with you?
Will you be in a relationship in 2 months?
Will you get married?
Will your next kiss be a mistake?
Worst injury you’ve ever had?
Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now?
Would you ever smile at a stranger?
Would you rather be hot or cold?
WOuld you survive a zombie apocalypse?
Write a 6 word story.
Write an autograph version of your URL.
Write your URL in some writing that you thought were super cool when you were younger. Eg, bubble letters, digital clock letters, letters with lots of embellishments, or letters with smiley faces in them.
You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?
You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?
You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?
You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?
You can only have one of these things: trust or love.
You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?
You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?
You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?
Your best friend likes you, what do you do?
Your best friend wants to do something you really don’t want to do. What do you do?
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.
Your boyfriend has had some concerns about your home situation for a wile, and this time he’s finally had it. When you were over earlier in the day, he saw that you had a huge burn on your arm. You had tried to keep it a secret, but he insisted on looking at your arm when you kept wincing. All night he’s been pacing about the dorm, trying to think about what to do. He finally came to a conclusion after being urged by the other boys - he was coming over to make sure you’re okay.
When he got to your front door, he heard glass smashing and a muffled cry from inside, so he quickly found your spare key and let himself in. He runs in to find your father gripping your hair, and blood dripping from your face. You both hear your boyfriend stumble in, and your father and him lock eyes.
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.
Character(s): Negan and Reader Summary: You and Negan try and live a life after the affair ended, but things do not go according to plan. Word Count: 3,607 Warning: Violence, blood, srs all the angsty feels Author’s Note: So, there were many people who wanted a part two, so I decided to write another angsty continuation to @embracetheapocalypsewithme‘s original prompt for her 400 follower Negan Challenge! This is a full flood of emotions, so I hope you all enjoy it! ;-)
The scene was picture perfect. Bright smiles, twinkling eyes, the fairy lights hung around the outside of the cafe illuminating the dark night. Every time I looked at the picture, I could feel my heart beating in my chest. My friends, all sitting around this horrible metal table. Arms loosely wrapped around each other, cheeks pressed together, peace signs, a typical picture of a bunch of goony young adults.
The rose gold frame sat on my desk, catching my eye every time I typed away on my laptop, or watched Netflix, or worked on a new project Google handed to me. I’d look at it for a few moments, it was never just a glance. It probably took a good chunk of my day actually. I’d stare at it, eyes flickering to every little detail. The whiteness of Neha’s teeth, Lyle’s glasses slipping slightly down the bridge of his nose, one of Billy’s eyes was half closed, my hair was messy, spilling over my shoulders from under Stuart’s beanie. My gaze would linger there, and if I was feeling peculiarly nostalgic or depressed, I’d gently caress the glass protecting the photo with my fingers, then go back to my work like nothing had happened. Oh the vicious cycle of depression.
Today was the day where I got up early, ready for whatever my job would bring me. Some days were harder than others, but never usually too difficult. Though every night I walked back into my apartment with heavy feet. But that had nothing to do with the difficulty of work. No that was just plain anxiety and stress.
See, it used to be incredible. Working on the greatest team of delinquents, that had quickly become my closest friends. Winning the intern competition last year was probably one of the greatest moments in my life, that I’d remember forever. Us dorks felt like we were on top of the world. We’d even gone out for celebratory pizza afterwards. That’s when things started happening. That’s when I grew closer to Stuart Twombly.
The irritating and sarcastic boy that couldn’t handle being away from his phone, had seemed to transform into a completely new person in a matter of forty five minutes. I hadn’t spoken much with him, in fact we’d never even been alone together or held a solid conversation without the rest of the team being there. So when he’d sat in the same booth with me, I was slightly confused. Neha had quickly slid in across from me, which I silently thanked her for, seeing she was the closest person I had on the team. Lyle was on the other side of Stuart, fitting three of us into one booth (which left absolutely no space between our legs) and Billy and Nick and Yo-Yo were squashed in with Neha.
The night was fun though, we’d ordered many pizzas, and stayed until closing. We joked around, made fun of Gharam, and his relentless act towards asking me out.
“I mean, how many times did he try?” Nick snickered. I blushed and looked down at my lap.
“Seriously, the creep should’ve left you alone after the sixtieth decline” Lyle said, an awkward laugh following. “How about a date with a real man?” My eyes widened slightly as I tried to see of he was being serious or not. I couldn’t really tell.
“Come on man, Gharam just started leaving her alone give her the space to breathe” Stuart spoke before I could say anything at all. I looked up at him for a moment, just as everyone began laughing again. But he somewhat ignored my glance, pretending to be interested in whatever Billy was saying. When I realized he wasn’t going to look back at me, I turned away and picked at my meal.
We’d stayed for another few hours that night, until a waitress came over and told us that she couldn’t let us stay any longer.
Her eyes were bored, dull as she looked over our table. I’d figured we’d annoyed her. We weren’t exactly a quiet group. But they landed on Stuart, to which she’d grinned mischievously, and her blue eyes lit up with what I could only describe as desire. Though the look didn’t bother me, it did confuse me greatly.
“Alright, we’ll be on our way” Nick had said, and everyone began sliding out of the booths. Stuart stood, and our waitress opened her mouth to speak, but he turned away from her, smiling softly towards me as I scooted out of the seat. Stuart held his hand down to me, and it landed on the small of my back as I stood. It stayed there as I walked with him to the front door of the restaurant.
Again, confusing me greatly.
But as soon as we were out of the view I looked wildly up to him, my eyes wide and brows furrowed with confusion and question. But he shook his head, just barely, but enough for me to close my mouth before any questions could be asked. The others had caught up to where we were waiting and we all left.
We walked up to the Golden Gate Bridge, as we’d done a few times before to go relax. I’d been there countless times, (I lived in San Francisco) but every time I went it was still just as breathtaking. The group of us laid down in the grass, enjoying the view of the night sky.
“Does anyone know any constellations?” Yo-Yo asked, a few feet away from me.
“Yeah I do” I said, already searching the sky for familiar ones. “There’s Orion” I said, pointing up to where I recognized his belt. “That’s Delphinus, Taurus, Pavo” I looked for more, licking my lips as I tried to remember them all. “I think.. Yeah thats Scorpius, and that’s-”
“How do you remember these all?” Stuart asked from right next to me. I turned my head, meeting his whiskey brown eyes. I blinked for a moment, then chewed on my lip.
“I uh… I minored in astrology for two years” I murmured. I didn’t mean to be quiet, my voice just sorta failed me. Stuart smiled at me, eyes flickering between mine and making my breathing shallow before he looked back up at the stars. I continued to stare at him for a moment, how freckles scattered over his jaw, and long strands of chocolate brown hair poked out from under his beanie, slightly over his ear. When I felt I’d stared for too long, I blushed and quickly looked away.
I think I was growing very fond of this Twombly boy.
When it became so late, the sun began to poke up, I was nudged. Apparently that night I’d fallen asleep in the grass.
My eyes fluttered open to see Stuart and Neha hovering over me. I waved them off and closed my eyes again, turning on my side.
“Come on y/n” Stuart sighed, and a few seconds later I felt strong arms pull me up. I yelped, jolting and opening my eyes quickly, only to hear his chuckle. “You’re fine, just go to sleep” Again, I’d found myself confusedly staring at him. But he didn’t see. He was talking quietly with Billy and Nick. This time I fell back asleep.
When I woke up again, I was being shook gently. I yawned, eyes landing on Stuart.
“Wha-where am I-”
“Calm own would you? Don’t you trust me?” I thought for a moment, opening and closing my lips. That was when I registered I was sitting in a taxi cab, and my head had been laying on his shoulder, cushioned by his beanie. Which still sat there.
“S-sorry did I fall asleep o-on you?” He chuckled and shrugged.
“Your fine. This is your complex right?” He asked, pointing up at the building lot we just pulled into. I nodded. “Good, that’s what Neha told me” He said. I straightened up, cracking my back as the driver parked. Stuart opened the door, stepping out and holding his hand out to me. My eyes locked on his for a long moment, before slipping my palm into his and letting him help me out of the car.
In fact, he’d walked me inside, and into the elevator to the third floor, down the hall to my room as I’d directed. I stuffed my hand into my pocket, grabbing my key and unlocking the door. When I stepped inside, I realized our hands were still conjoined.
“Would you like a drink?” I asked, not wanting to let go for an unknown reason.
“U-uhm sure” Stuart nodded, and I gestured my head for him to come inside. I released his hand, kicking off my shoes and padding my bare feet into the kitchen, and searching in the fridge for a beer. “I-I’ve never been here before” Stuart spoke, looking around. It was a pretty open apartment, the kitchen and living room practically conjoined. Only two doors, one leading to the bathroom, and one to my bedroom.
“No one has, really” I said, plopping two glasses onto the countertop, then searching for a bottle opener.
“Seriously?” Stuart walked over to me, standing on the other side of the counter. I nodded, going through drawers until I finally found it. I easily popped off the caps of the two glasses, and slid one over to him. He took it happily and I picked up mine.
“No, I don’t have company over for anything” I said with a shrug, heading to the living room.
“Not even Neha?”
“Not a single person” I said, plopping onto the couch. Stuart sat next to me, turning sideways to face me. “To you Stuart Twombly” I said, raising my glass. “For being my first guest” He rose his glass, to clink with mine.
We must’ve sat there for an hour, drinking until I was out of beer, and glasses of empty alcohol bottles were all over my coffee table. Not necessarily to get drunk, but we were having too good of a time. It was as though if we’d stopped, then the night would be over. We were enjoying ourselves so much, talking and laughing about little things. To think, the day before, that the only thing could tell you about Stuart Twombly, was his name, and he had an obsession with beanies and his phone.
“Okay okay okay…” I giggled and slurred drunkenly. “I’ll pick… truth” I said with a big smile. He was pensive for a moment, then grinned when he came up with an idea.
“Why’d you move here when you were so young?”
“I wasn’t that young. I was nineteen” I started, taking a swig of my beer. “My hometown sucked. I was bad at making friends so I didn’t have any, my parents… I didn’t have daddy and mommy issues by any means… but I needed a change” He nodded, content with my answer and took a drink. “Now, truth or dare?”
“Dare” He replied and I clapped my hands.
“I dare you to do a handstand!” I squealed, and he eagerly jumped off of the couch, then awkwardly laid his upper back and neck on the floor, propping his legs up, then laying his hands flat on the ground. He was able to hold himself up for a few seconds, but toppled over in a fit of laughter right afterwards.
“I almost did it” He slurred, still chuckling as he sat back up on the sofa across from me. We clinked glasses.
“Oh so close” I said with a giggle before drinking.
“Alright y/n, truth or dare?” Stuart asked, and I thought while he took a long drink.
“Okay… I’ll do a dare” I gave in, to his surprise. I had been dodging that choice the past fifteen minutes we’ve been playing. “Give me a good one though, not some lame ass prank call, you can do better than-”
“I dare you to kiss me” He said, in the softest voice I’d heard all night. My rambling was cut short, and I felt for a moment like I’d completely sobered up. I was staring straight into his honey eyes. I licked my lips hesitantly, then slid forward on the couch. I set my beer on the table, as did he. The entire environment of the room changed, and I realized my eyes had lingered on his lips for too long. I sure had a problem with staring at this boy. I looked up into his eyes for a moment, before closing mine and leaning in.
Our lips touched in a gentle kiss, my hands sliding up to frame around his face, pulling him ever so slightly closer. Stuart’s arms wrapped around my waist, tugging me further against him on the couch, until our chests were pressed together. I sucked in deep through my nose before we parted. His eyes stared into mine, and neither of us moved. Just our chests as we breathed deeply.
“Th-that was my first kiss” I told him softly between quiet pants. His brows knit together, confused.
“What? H-how?” I blinked a few times, unsure of how to answer. Maybe because I’d never had a boyfriend? But I wasn’t about to admit that now. Stuart released my waist, a hand raising to tangle his fingers slightly into a strand of my hair. “Can you promise me something, y/n?” He asked in a murmur. I nodded as he intricately placed the hair behind my ear. “Promise me you won’t forget how beautiful you are” He said quietly. I nodded my head after a moment.
“I promise” I answered, cheeks pink in a blush. Stuart smiled a small but genuine smile, and pulled away from me.
We sat back on our respective sides of the couch, and continued our game.
I thought for a moment as I remembered that night. We were so carefree, and maybe it was the alcohol, but maybe it was just how we were in general. Maybe we were just two young adults, enjoying our Friday night, getting to know each other. Or maybe it was what I had thought. Maybe we were falling in love.
Two weeks later, and Stuart and I were still complaining about our killer hangovers from our long night of drinking and talking. I’d woken up the next morning on the couch, my head in his lap, cradling an arm that didn’t belong to me. He was sat upright, his head hanging off the top of the couch and groaning about a headache. I’d remembered the events from the night before, and somehow managed to get up to retrieve aspirin.
Stuart and I became close friends. Very close in fact. The kind people constantly think are dating, not that I minded. I wasn’t sure if he did. I wasn’t even sure if he remembered what had all taken place that night, but I didn’t push the subject. We became the kind of friends who walk around holding hands, or hug, share food and drink, kiss on the cheek here and there- hell even I would think we were dating. (i wish).
We were sitting in my apartment, the night after our photo was taken at the cafe, his infamous beanie resting on my head. In fact, I was wearing it as of this moment. The both of us were sat on the sofa, watching tv. He was scrolling through his phone while I laid across his lap, my head on the armrest of the couch.
“Hey Stew” I said softly, not sure if I really wanted to ask the question I’d been hung up on for the past days.
“Mhm?” He dropped a hand to my arm to show he was paying attention, seeing that his eyes were glued to his phone.
“Do you remember the night you came over?”
“Mhm, worst hangover of my life” He snorted, glancing to me for a short moment. “Why? Wanna get drunk?”
“No, no Stew it’s important” I said as seriously as I could, but my voice was still quiet. His brows furrowed as he turned off his phone and looked at me.
“Alright” He said, meeting my eyes. “What’s going on in that messy head of yours?”
“Do you remember anything besides the hangover?” I asked, finding it difficult to hold his gaze. “At all?” I asked when he didn’t answer.
“Hold on I’m trying to think… I drank a lot that night” His eyes were squinted, and my heart managed to sink and beat faster at the same time. “I… we played truth or dare…” He started slowly and I nodded eagerly.
“Yeah yeah we did”
“And.. and I did a handstand?” I chuckled quietly and nodded again. “And… and you told me ab-”
“You asked me to kiss you” Stuart’s brows raised.
“Well that would’ve been something to remember” Normally I would have laughed.
“But-but you don’t?” Stuart shook his head.
“No… why was I bad?” He chuckled awkwardly to himself. I pushed myself up, and crawled off of his lap. “Why- are you alright?” I nodded, even though I wasn’t. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I’d made things awkward for you that night” I just shook my head repeatedly, staring down at my lap, where my hands were wringing together. “Hey is there.. Is there something else going on?” Stuart asked, turning to face me but I shook my head again. “y/n/n don’t lie” He put one of his hands on mine. “y/n” He said more sternly. I hesitantly turned my head meeting his eyes and I felt my foot tap quickly on the ground.
“Sorry, sorry no I don’t know what- I don’t know what got into me” He frowned, but eventually got up and stretched a little.
“I’m gonna get a drink” He said, walking over to the kitchen. I watched as he opened the fridge, and surprised me by pulling out a pop can.
“No beer?” He shook his head.
That was the last time Stuart and I talked to each other. Three months passed, and he hasn’t bothered to talk to me whatsoever. I can’t really tell why, I don’t remember having done anything that would’ve driven him away. The rest of that night I hadn’t mentioned the kiss, and it’s not like I admitted to him that I was in love with him. At first, it just really pissed me off, but now I just keep more to myself than before, and tried to ignore him at all costs.
No, that does not mean I’m happy. In fact, I’m beyond miserable. I don’t remember the last time I’d spoken to any of them, I’d hardly spoken at work at all. Just on the phone when a customer or my boss called. I’m not sure when Neha and I’s friendship ceased, somewhere along the line we just stopped talking. Sometimes she sits at my small table in the cafe for lunch, but we still don’t converse. Just sit there silently.
I walked in this morning, not anywhere near as dressed up as I used to get for work. I was in jeans, old and worn biker boots, and a tee shirt. My hair was in a ratty and messy bun, I don’t think I brushed my hair at all this morning. In fact, I don’t even remember walking to the building (I lived just two blocks away) but I can’t tell you remembering the scenery or people I passed. I groaned, rubbing my eyes as I sat down at my desk. My elbows propped up onto the desk as I dragged the skin around the edges of my eyes, hoping to rub the sleep out of them. It wasn’t working. A small groan left my lips as I turned on my computer and began to sign in.
“Good morning y/n” I jumped slightly, dropping my computer mouse onto the floor by my foot. “Oh I’m sorr-”
“It’s okay Lyle” I mumbled. “What did you want?” He seemed to swallow thickly, and readjusted the glasses on his nose. It made me think of the way Stuart used to always crinkle his nose before pushing his glasses up higher on the bridge of his nose.
“Well uh, I’ve actually noticed your lack of interaction with the rest of the team, are you alr-”
“I’m fine, is here something important?” I snapped a little, but didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t want the others to notice my ‘coming out of the shell I’d been hiding in’ moment.
“Actually yes… someone from Communications is here to speak to you about your performance” I nodded my head.
“Well where are they?”
“At the door actually” I turned, and just as I did, Gharam walks over and stands himself next to Lyle, in front of me. I stared with wide eyes up at him, having heard many stories from Neha and Stuart about Gharam and his… foolish charms. “You look surprised darling” He spoke in an English accent, but something was off about it.
“I am, I wasn’t informed of any meeting, until here you are now” I straightened up, seeing that he was trying to intimidate me by leaning over, eyes downcast towards me. I pulled a slight smirk on, just small enough to be noticeable but not questionable. He only reciprocated it.
“Well love, I have an important question for you” You nodded, prompting him to continue. “Attention! Low life Google team!” Gharam held his hands out, earning the attention of Neha, Billy, Nick, Yo Yo, and Stuart, who watched me intently. But I looked back to Gharam.
“What’s this all abou-”
“Your very own lovely y/n here,has been given the opportunity of a promotion!” Besides Graham’s clapping, the room was silent. I continued to stare at the englishman. “What? No applause for this stunning creature?” I wanted to be flattered by his strange way of flirting, but instead I felt like regurgitating. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Stuart walking out of the room, shaking his head. It would’ve broken my heart, if it wasn’t already shattered
“Why do I get a promotion?” I asked quietly, and Gharam grinned widely down towards me.
“Because you, my dear, would be a lovely head of the Communications department” My eyes widened like a cartoon, and my voice caught in my throat. How? My work has been average.
“I-I think you’re at the wrong-”
“Oh don’t be so modest, we can discuss the paperwork over dinner” Gharam smirked and winked, and I took a step away from him, huffing angrily.
“But I like working here!” I stated loudly, and angrily. My hands were in fists by my sides. “I like my group, I like my job I like my payroll, I don’t want a promotion” The man laughed loudly, holding his hands over his stomach like it was the most comical thing he’d ever heard anyone say.
“Oh don’t be ridiculous darling” He said, reaching a finger to swipe his thumb over my cheek. I smacked his hand away with a slap that seemed to silence the room even more. I didn’t notice that this was when Stuart came back into the room, I was too focused on the man in front of me.
“I’m not taking a job just so you can go out with me” I snapped at him, and moved to walk back towards my work space, but he followed me quickly.
“Problem? Gharam?” I spun back on my heel in shock of the voice I hadn’t heard in what felt like years. Stuart Twombly was standing in front of me, his back towards me and Gharam trying to tower over him. In seconds I watched as Gharam backed away, shaking his head and standing silently frozen. “Come on y/n” Before I could say anything, Stuart took my hand pulled me with him out the door of our large office flat. I walked quietly beside him, my hand still stuck in his as he led me through the hallways. I looked over at him, but he kept his focus on his walking. Dead ahead. He was on a mission it seemed.
“Stuart?” I spoke, my voice practically a mumble as we neared the exit of the building.
“Where have you been?” He asked as he pushed open the doors, with me still following right next to him. It was the first time his hand released mine.
“I haven’t been anywhere” I muttered, my eyes narrowing slightly at his apparent anger. “What, you’re mad at me because I haven’t been around?” He ducked his head down, instantly realizing his mistake. “Wow. Wow Stuart” I laughed bitterly, a passive aggressive grin on my face as I looked up. My palm pressed to my forehead as I calmed down my laughter. “If you don’t mind, I have work to get to” I said, turning to go back inside.
“N-no don’t leave” He quickly ran in front of me, hands out and a pleading expression on his face. “Please don’t just go”
“And why the hell not?”
“Because I miss you y/n!” He yelled exasperatedly, and my mouth hung open in shock. “I really fucking miss you” His voice softened, and I blinked, licking my lips before closing my mouth.
“I missed you too” I said weakly.
“And I do remember that night, I remember it vividly, every goddamn second of it” I couldn’t bring myself to tear my eyes off of him.
“Y-you did? Then why did you-”
“Cause I didn’t want to say the wrong thing… guess I did anyways” I frowned slightly, stepping a little closer to him.
“What did you think that you were going to say that would make me upset?”
“Upset’s not really the word… more like.. More like distant. I thought you’d be distant and I didn’t want to lose you or anyth-”
“What were you going to say?” I cut off his ramblings, stepping closer again, if I took one more step, then our noses would ‘bump together.
“I was going to tell you that..” He trailed off for a moment, looking down at his feet. “That um.. That I…” My eyebrows raised in anticipation. “y/n I really like you, I don’t know how you did it but you got me to fall for you in a matter of one night and I swear it wasn’t cause we were both drunk off our ass it was because you’re the first person I’ve ever met that’s… that’s real you felt real to me and I- I wanted to tell you that and I almost did but I didn’t want to mess things up-”
“You would’ve messed everything up” I told him.
“I know” He said quietly.
“Absolutely everything, you would’ve ruined everything” I heard him sniffle, and he still stared down at his feet. I chuckled quietly, and curled my fingers under his jaw, bringing his face up to look at me, even though he was practically above me. “But it would’ve been in the best way possible” I told him solemnly. I watched his eyes light up, and I smiled softly. Next thing I knew he leaned down, and gently pressed his lips against mine.
“I’m sorry” He mumbled between sweet kisses. “I shouldn’t have lied around it I should’ve just told you” I opened my eyes as his arms wrapped around my back, tugging me against him in a tight hug. I smiled, arms winding around his neck and holding myself there against him.
“Try not to ‘forget’ that kiss, okay?” Stuart chuckled against me.
“I’m not sure how I could”
guys i can’t tell you how happy i am to post again :) xoxo ~ joride
AUTHOR’S NOTE; I didn’t know how much fluff you wanted or if you wanted them to be a couple or friends? I also didn’t know if you wanted smut or not so I just added a little bit because it fit into the story that was going on in my head. I didn’t want to add a lot and you be like “umm I didn’t ask for that.” I hope this was to your liking and I hope it’s ok.
WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE AND SMUT.
“Bottoms up, Bottoms up, UP! Hey what’s in ya cup. Got a couple bottles! but a couple ain’t enough.” You sang loudly over the stereo while pouring your next glass of alcohol into one of your favorite cups. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t already slightly tipsy, but you hadn’t drank enough to drown out the misery just yet.
2 years you had been in a relationship with the same man, 2 years you had been faithful to him and 2 years you had sacrificed for him only to have him cheat on you in the end.
The trivial task of tidying up your apartment was the only barrier you had against your looming emotions of grief, but ever so slowly you began to notice that even cleaning wasn’t going to block out the pain much longer. So you decided to introduce a little anarchy to the mix by adding alcohol which seemed to do the trick just fine, but being tipsy wasn’t enough. You needed more.
Distant feelings of unease plagued your chest and you could feel the tears stringing at the brim of your eyelids, but you refused to fall apart. Your now ex-boyfriend was not worth the tears or the heart ache, but you couldn’t figure out what you hated worse; the break up or the fact that you felt like your time wasted. For 2 years you were the dutiful girlfriend only to have him cheat on you with someone who wasn’t even half of what you were. Son of a bitch.
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.”
Richie Tozier laid awake in his bed, heart thumping loudly against his chest. He stung, stung like he’d just kicked a puppy, or in his case, destroyed the love of his life. He rolled over in his bed, tugging the blanket up to his chin and staring blankly at the paint-chipped wall. His eyes fell to the pictures littering his floor. Polaroids scattered, some of them torn and most of them crumbled.
Richie had ripped his favorite memories of Eddie off the wall in a blind fit of rage, ruining more than half of them. Tears slipped down his cheeks, soaking onto the sheets of his bed. The sheets that still smelled like Eddie’s citrus shampoo and baby powder scented face wash.
He smooshed the pillow against his raw, sore skin and inhaled deeply, letting the sweet smell fill his body. His stomach twisted and lurched, Richie shivered as he forced a mouthful of vomit back down his throat. He felt broken, and abandoned - as if Eddie had been the one to break his heart instead of the other way around.
Except, Richie knew Eddie would never do that. Eddie was sensitive and anxious, although he hid behind an inhaler and a big attitude.
The landline downstairs let out a shrill ring, echoing through the quiet house. Richie didn’t even flinch.
Eddie’s voice seemed to be drilled into his head, distraught and grief-stricken.
“Did I do something wrong? I’ll change!”
Richie shook his head, fully aware that he was alone in his dark bedroom. He hoped to god that Eddie Kaspbrak, the asthmatic dweeb, would never change. The phone screamed again from it’s place on the kitchen wall. Richie knew his drunken, passed out mother would not answer it.
Still, he laid. His hands itched to touch Eddie, to run through his hair and feel the soft silkiness of his skin. Every part of Richie urged for Eddie, he felt as if he had born torn in half and left to rot.
“Richie, please, I need you.”
He slugged downstairs after the phone had let out a fourth ring, blindly stepping over empty alcohol bottles as if he remembered the pattern by memory. He closed his eyes, leaning back against the wall as he held the bright yellow phone against his ear.
“Tozier household - the non-alcoholic speaking.”
“Rich?” Beverly’s voice sounded just as sweet through the phone, “Are you okay?”
Richie sighed, his eyes burning as warm tears dripped onto his pajama pants, “How’s Eddie?”
“He’s upset.” She stated bluntly, “Heartbroken, really. We invited him over to Stan’s, y’know, to cheer him up. He never showed.”
Richie sat on the cold floor, pushing his wild curls away from his face. He cried obnoxiously, having no worry of waking his drunkard mother.
“He thinks it’s his fault, but it’s not!” Richie choked on his sobs, having to take a deep breath so he could continue speaking, “He’s so perfect, but he doesn’t fucking see it. Anyone would be lucky to have him.”
“I gave him the note, Rich. I read it and he needed to see it - he knows everything.”
Richie swallowed thickly, taking in short breaths as he sniffled, “I didn’t want him to know, Bev. I didn’t want him to know until after-”
“After what? After he got over you? Breaking news, trashmouth: he fucking loves you. He isn’t just going to get over this, it’s breaking him.” She paused as Richie let out a cry, “I don’t know whether you’re being selfish or selfless, but you’re hurting yourself and Eddie. Is it worth it, Rich?”
Richie stayed silent. He knew that if he answered, he would break. It was worth it to hurt this badly if it was for Eddie’s sake.
“Please don’t leave me, Richie, please! I’m so sorry for whatever I did- I’m sorry for everything I’ve done!”
Richie trembled as he sat, biting down on his shirt sleeve to keep from screaming in frustration. It was worth it.
“You’re seventeen years old, Richie - almost an adult. You don’t even let your mom tell you what to do, why would you let Eddie’s?”
“I didn’t want this, Bev,” He stressed, “Fuck, if it had been anything else - anyone else, I wouldn’t have done it. If she had threatened me, nothing would’ve changed, but she didn’t. She threatened Eddie, her own fucking kid, Bev. How fucked up is that?”
“Do you really think she’d do anything to hurt him?”
“I know she would. Said he was sick and needed to be fixed, just the way she talked about him made me want to strangle her.”
Beverly hesitated for a moment, “What if she tells your parents?”
“I don’t give two fucks if she does,” Richie laughed dryly, “I wouldn’t change what happened for the world. I love that fucking nerd.”
“It doesn’t have to end like this, Richie. You could just hide your-”
“No, Beverly. It’s too dangerous and I refuse to put Eddie in that kind of situation. I know you don’t get it - because you’re straight and shit, but this world just isn’t made for gays.”
Beverly did not respond.
“Maybe if something changes, if people could understand that we’re not different from them. But it’s not going to happen anytime soon. For now, I’m just a sick kid.”
He cut her off, “Goodnight, Bev.”
As Richie mindlessly ambled back to his bedroom, a strange sense of apathy washed over him. He no longer felt the need to cry, but instead the need to shred the skin off of his body and become a new person.
Richie slammed his door violently, causing a breeze to sweep through the room. The ruined polaroids shifted over to show the bare floor. Beneath the torn memories and strips of worn paint that had come off along with the tape, laid one lone survivor.
Nimbly, Richie picked the single whole picture up and gazed at it with an empty heart.
‘First of many kisses with my Eds’ it read, paired with a picture of young Richie and Eddie sharing a shy kiss.
Once again, he ached. His numb hands released the picture, letting it drift back to the dirty floor. Richie screamed, reeling back and launching his fist against the, now blank, wall. A large hole was left in the wall, but it was no larger than the hole he felt in his throbbing heart.
A/N: Wanted to make this into two parts but couldn’t quite figure out how. Things escalate quite fast, hope that’s not a big problem. Now, the reason the reader feels the way about love… it’’s very specific and kinda heavy. I know some people don’t like it when the reader gets like a “back story” in fics especially when it doesn’t fit with your past or your persona but this time I kind of had to write one. If I didn’t, the reason would have been left unrevealed and the story would have kinda lost all meaning. Play along with it if you can, I don’t blame you if you can’t. Hope you like this part!
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader
Warning: angst, mentions of drinking and slight cursing