eye purse

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.
The tea

idk where that post about casual magic is, but i wrote a little thing about it. 


Nursey walked out of the kitchen, hanging up his phone and slipping it into his back pocket. He was going crazy; he had about a million things to do and not very long to do them.

Nursey was at the haus during a strategic window of time time when Chowder, Ransom and Holster were all simultaneously in class for a few hours, minimizing intrusive noises and distractions. Nursey threw himself back on the couch with a huff. The only sounds to be heard were the furnace kicking on, Bitty’s occasional soft humming from the kitchen. Lardo was somewhere, probably in her bedroom. Dex was slouched on the couch opposite Nursey. His socked feet were propped on the coffee table in front of him, his elbow on the couch arm, head resting on his knuckles, reading a book. His sweater sleeves were pulled over his hands. It was cute.

Pulling his laptop toward him on the table, Nursey shifted his focus to his next task. He had two essays due tomorrow, only one of which was started. The one he hadn’t touched yet was a creative writing assignment. There was something repulsive about writing creatively when it was forced. He couldn’t make inspiration strike. The writing Nursey lived for was the writing when the premise came naturally, when he was compelled to write by the characters speaking in his mind and an itching in his fingertips. It was as if Nursey could imagine a cloud of words around his head, and all the right ones were in front of him, ready to be plucked out and put on the page.

The times Nursey had tried to start this assignment, it was nothing like that. It was as though he had to walk a mile to find each word. He’d done it before of course; he was an English major, and he had to write all the time, inspiration or no. He would just rather put off the assignment, leave more time for an idea to come to him.

Distractedly, Nursey opened a word document and took a sip of tea from the cup on the table. He wrote a sentence, then deleted it. He felt eyes on him. He turned.

Dex was staring at Nursey, his book closed around a finger to hold his place.

“Wuh,” Nursey asked.

“You were on the phone for like 40 minutes. How is that not cold?” Dex asked, nodding at the tea.

They both looked at the cup a moment, watching steam curl up from the liquid.

“I don’t know. It’s just a thing,” Nursey answered, shrugging. He typed something else into his computer. Closer, but something was still off.

“What kind of thing?”

“Like I can just –“ Nursey waved his hand at the mug. The steam followed his fingers.

“What does that even fucking mean, Nurse? What is this?” Dex mimicked Nursey’s hand movements, his shoulders practically touching his ears.

“I don’t know! But I’ve never had a cold cup of tea.”

“Ever?”

“Yeah. Never ever.”

“How?”

“I don’t know.”

Dex looked at him, an eyebrow raised. Nursey opened his eyes wide and pursed his lips, shaking his head minutely, looking exasperated. He was secretly happy for the excuse to put off writing.

“Wait here.” Dex got up. Nursey had no idea where Dex thought he would go. He waited there.

Dex came back with an ice cube. Without warning or ceremony, he dropped it into Nursey’s tea. Nursey took a sip. It was warm. He shrugged.

“What the fuck.”

“You don’t have anything like that?” Nursey asked Dex.

“Like what? Impossible?”

“You know. Like, improbable things that happen a lot to you? Like my mom is super terrible at taking care of plants, but she’s never had one die.”

“Um.”

“Or Ransom says that everyone in his labs has him focus their microscopes when they have trouble, because he never turns the knobs the wrong way.”

“When did you talk to Ransom about this?”

“I don’t know, man. Things come up. Or once Lardo told me she always looks at the clock when the minutes are a multiple of 10.”

“Huh.”

Nursey finished the tea, cracked the knuckles of his thumbs, and wrote a paragraph. Three sentences. This time, he only deleted half of the last one.

“I guess I’m good at finding things.”

Nursey stopped typing and looked at Dex.

“Like – “ Dex’s ears were pink. “I’ll forget where I put something, but then as soon as I start looking for it I remember where it is.”

“Yeah, man. It’s all probability, I think. You know, like it’s super probable that you’ll remember where something is, but then the probability of you remembering where everything is when you need it your entire life is super small. But just because it’s small doesn’t mean it can’t happen.”

“Huh,” Dex said, to himself this time. Then, louder, “Like the probability of us being friends.” He smirked.

Nursey smiled back at him. “No. That was inevitable.”

Just Friends | Jughead Jones x Reader

A\N: English is not my first language so I might make some mistakes, feel free to tell me if something’s wrong or what you think about this writing in general.

Originally posted by stydiaislove

It was a chilly autumn evening. (Y\n) was sitting on the couch in her room with a window slightly opened to let the fresh air come in. Everything was calm. Except her mind wasn’t. The silence was filling the room until the sound of a buzzing phone broke it. The girl came up to the table, took her phone and unblocked it. There was a message from one of her bestfriends, Kevin.


    From Kev: “Hey, you okay?”


   She definetely wasn’t okay. And he definetely knew it. All of her friends noticed that something was wrong with her because of how she acted like when they all were hanging out at the Pop’s diner. She wasn’t acting completely different. She smiled a lot, as she always did, but her smile was fading away too quickly this time. If her and Jughead or Betty made eye contact she would immideately break it and look down at the table. There were these little but noticable things that made everyone realise that she wasn’t in the best mood. Though not all of the friends were able to figure out the reason why. 

   So, she spent the past few hours in her room thinking about how everything went so horribly wrong, blaming herself for this and crying from time to time.
   The girl sat back on the couch and typed. 


   To Kev: “I don’t think so”


   She decided to be honest. There was no point of hiding her feelings. If she would say that she’s fine, Kevin wouldn’t believe it. He knew her too well.
   The friends recently found out that Betty and Jughead were together. Betty Cooper. Her bestfriend. (Y\n) was truly glad that Betty found someone who made her happy, because she definetly deserved it. But now everything felt so wrong and hurt so bad, and she didn’t know what to do about it. 


   From Kev: “Can I come over?”


   Kevin was the only one who knew about her feelings. (Y\n) didn’t wanted to tell anybody at all, it was just an accident. But she knew she could trust Kevin with that. Everyone else, Betty included, just thought that there was some kind of connection between the two. But recently (Y\n) and Jughead started seeing each other less often. It didn’t mean that the connection dissapeared, it just didn’t have the chance to show up again. 


   To Kev: “Sure, it’d be nice to see you”


   Betty and Jughead, on the other hand, started hanging out with each other a lot more often while working on the murder board, trying to get more information about Betty’s sister, Polly, and the mistery of Jason Blossom’s death. And it lead them to being something more than just friends.
From Kev: “I’ll buy us some milkshakes at Pop’s. See you in an hour x”
   Lina read the message and it made her smile a bit. 


   To Kev: “Thanx. Love u”


   From Kev: “Love you, too" 


   She blocked the phone and put it on the couch next to her. Thoughts started to crowd round in her head again and she felt a lump in her throat. The girl couldn’t help it and let herself cry. After a couple of minutes she calmed down. Then she suddenly heard her phone buzzing again. She picked it up and read the message. 


    From Juggie: "Come outside, please, I need to talk to you”


    (Y\n)’s heart raised. She didn’t expect Jughead to come to her or to even text her. At least not anymore, not when they fell apart. She thought that now he had more important things to do, different people to care about and to talk to. Anyways, she came downstairs, put her slip-ons on and walked ouside.
   And there he was, standing beside an empty road in his black jeans, boots, green sweater, light denim jacket and overworn grey beanie giving her a little side smile as she walked out of the house.
“Hi,” she greeted him for the second time this day, smiling.
“Hi,” he greeted back.
   There were a few seconds of silence. (Y\n) stood beside the door, arms crossed over her chest. She was looking down at the stairs. He was looking directly at her.
“So… You wanted to talk?” She finally asked, not letting the silence become awkward.
“Yeah, yeah… I… Are you feeling alright?” Jughead said and came a little bit closer.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she lied. “Why would you ask?”
“Uhm, It’s just… You were looking kind of upset when we were at Pop’s.”
“It’s nothing, don’t bother,” she lied again.
“Are you sure?” He gave her a look.
    (Y\n) just nodded and looked down at the stairs again. Jughead came closer and sat on the doorstep, turned around inviting her to do the same. So she did. The girl sat on the same doorstep but much further from him than she usually did. She just felt like she didn’t have the right to be as close to him anymore. And the thought of that suppressed her. She was looking everywhere - at the trees, at her shoes, at her hands, at the sky… Everywhere, but not at him.
“(Y\n),” he spoke, looking at her. She finally faced him.
“Yeah?”
   He wanted to say something, but didn’t do it straight away, trying to figure out the most right way of saying it.
“Is it because of me and Betty?” Jughead asked. (Y\n) turned away. A wave of shivers went down her spine. She didn’t expect him to know about that.
   Once again, there was no point of hiding anything. He already knew. That was it.
“How did you know?” She asked.
“To be honest, I wasn’t really sure until now.”
   She tried hard not to cry. They both kept silent.
“I’m sorry,” Jughead said. She couldn’t help it anymore. A few tears streamed down her cheeks.
“There’s nothing you sould be sorry about, Juggie,” (Y\n) answered, wiping the tears away.
“Maybe, but… I never meant to hurt you.”
“I know. And you never did,” she was desperately trying to calm hersef down.
“Well, I don’t think I can explain this situation in any other way that that.”
“It’s not your fault, Juggie. It’s mine. You did nothing wrong. I just…” (Y\n) said, her voice shaking and more tears falling down her face.
   As much as Jughead wanted to hug her, comfort her, be closer to her, and as much as she wanted him to do it now, he couldn’t. They both knew it would only make it worse.
“I should go. I don’t want to bother you, Jug. You don’t have to deal with all of this,” she pointed at her blubbered face with her hands. “You already have enough shit to deal with.”
   She stood up as she said that. Jughead stood up aswell, took her by the the shoulders stopping her from turning around and walking away.
“But I do, I do have to,” he said, looking into her eyes.
   She pursed her lips together and shook her head no.
“Yes, I do, (Y\n)… Because we’re friends,” Jughead said regretting his words as soon as they slipped out of his mouth.
   Friends. Just friends.
“Yeah… Friends,” she nodded. “Thanks for coming, Juggie, but I really think I should go. I’ll try to get over it. I’ll be fine.”
    (Y\n) looked him right in the eyes, gently put his hands off her shoulders, smiled slightly, and came back to the house.
   The girl came upstairs and walked into her room. She stood up beside the table and started crying even harder covering her face with her hands. Jughead was looking at her from the street through the opened window and his heart was breaking into million pieces as he heard her cry. Luckily, he had someone who could fix it.

Dean and his Care Bear stare

So I have this theory that you can track Dean and Cas’s love story entirely through the moments one of them tries to tell them how they feel - and by that I mean attempt to make eye contact or, ::gasp::, succeed…

Here’s the last time Dean tried to tell Castiel he loves him (12x03):

Every facial muscle tensed. Pursed lips. Eyes popping out of his head. Head jutted forward. Eye brows raised. Aggressive. Sarcastic. 

Here’s how Cas reacted - 

Because

1. We can’t say that, so you didn’t say that to me.

2. If you said that, and it was to me, you were being sarcastic. Or it was to everyone. Breakfast is for family…bye.

But then Cas went and got stabbed like a fish and then he was poisoned and was gonna die and there was no more time for effing subtext.

And he said the magic words.

So this is how Dean reacted.

Because 

1. We can’t say that, so you didn’t say that.

2. If you said that, you must be looking at everyone else. Cas was looking at everyone else. He meant “I love you” for the group.

Except Cas kept saying sentences - 

And Dean heard the first thing Cas said as what it was. That when Castiel said “I love you” he was speaking to him. 

And then it was too late. Cas was dying in seconds. And he hated himself.

But then Cas did this crazy thing 

and didn’t die.

And Dean had another chance.

So he went full Care Bear.

Hiya Tenderheart.

And it was easy. 

Easy.

When Cas finally, almost accidentally, locks eye contact with Dean in the same frame, he catches his breath. You can see Cas catching it - it’s like trying to side eye the guy who just rejected you and realizing he’s beaming at you like the sun.

Or being hit in the face with a big yellow cartoon heart.

Lips parted. Vulnerable. Open. No doubt, no walls, no questions, no embarrassment.

Nothing to hide. 

Here, holding hands he’s clear.

And he gets one more chance to speak to Castiel and it’s as though they are alone in this barn. Like the moment they met, felt completely alone, together.

And Dean relaxes, and looks to Castiel, words come out, and he shines.

source: x, x 

Movie Night Fun (M)

Anon asked: hey i really loved the taehyung smut!! may i request another smut with taehyung, maybe in public with lots of sexual tension plz? taehyung might be a stranger !!


Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Genre: SMUT, & Slight-comedy
Words: 2,521
Song(s) That Inspired Me: Partition | Outta Your Mind | Bend Ova
POV: 2nd Person

Summary: Having been ditched by your best friend, you found yourself sitting in a movie theater, patiently waiting for the movie to start. However, you end up with a seat buddy that would not leave you alone… funny thing is… you somehow ended up wanting him, but does he want you as well?


Originally posted by mayfifolle

You were currently sitting in the back row of the movie theater. You had originally planned to go with your close friend, but she somehow managed to schedule your monthly movie night on the same night as her and her boyfriend’s weekly date night. Yeah, you know who took more of a priority on her list, but you couldn’t blame her. They were on completely different schedules, so they need every chance to be together that they can get.

Now, browsing on your numerous social media apps, you failed to notice someone sitting next to you.

         “So, what are you looking at?” You heard the person ask.

You nearly jumped out of your seat after hearing the person’s abnormal deep voice. You clutched your phone to your chest as you tried to calm your rapidly beating heart. After taking a couple of more seconds, you finally answered the stranger.

         “Um, I was just scrolling through my Tumblr. It’s a good app to pass the time with until the movie starts.” You shyly explained to the stranger, silently berating yourself for even answering him in the first place. Your parents always taught you to never speak to strangers.

The stranger silently nodded his head as he went back on his own smart phone. You gave him an interested look before ignoring him.

         “Okay, strange…” You thought as you peeked at him out of the corner of your eye one last time before fully ignoring him again.

Thirty minutes later, the lights began to dim one by one, signaling that the previews were about to begin.

         “Oh shit…” You cursed mentally as you were completely absorbed with your blog that you forgot to use the restroom before the movie started. You quickly shot up from your seat and looked to both sides of your row to see which side had the least amount of people. You just had to see this movie on opening weekend. It’s even worse that it was during a night showing. Everyone was home from work or school. You quickly deemed the left side had the least amount of people. You started to swiftly shuffle your way out of your row, hoping that you didn’t awkwardly brush your ass against anyone’s hand. Sadly, you did, but you could care less. Your bladder needed to be empty.

Unknowingly to you, the stranger was watching your retreating body, repeating that moment when your ass lightly grazed his hands as they were resting near his knees. Thank God for convenient placement, however, he quickly pushed away any sexy thoughts of you since you two had just met and are practically strangers. Though— he wouldn’t mind living dangerously…

Now, rushing back to your seat, you had to repeat your earlier action. This time facing your back to the movie screen, you quickly shuffled your feet back to your seat. As you neared your seat, you somehow magically lost your footing and ended up falling on top of someone’s lap. Too embarrassed to look, you kept your eyes shut and tried to scramble off the person’s lap, however— he was keeping you in place.

         “You know… if you wanted to get all comfortable with me, you could have asked.” The person said.

Your eye instantly shot open as you registered the person’s voice. You quickly scrambled off him and sat in your seat. You glued your eyes to the movie screen, forcing yourself to ignore his piercing gaze. However, that was proved to be pointless. You suddenly felt his breath lightly hitting your ear. He was close to you. That was not good.

         “Um, the movie is up front. Last time I checked, my face can’t play movies.” You whispered cheekily, trying your hardest to fight off an amusing grin that was threatening to form.

You heard the person chuckle softly, “Funny. I actually wanted to introduce myself. I’m Taehyung—” But before he could continue, the person next to him shushed him. Even sending him a warning glare as an added good measure.

You let out a short snort as you went back to paying attention to the movie. Luckily for you, the movie just begun and didn’t miss much.

Trying to get into the movie experience proved futile. Why? Well, that’s because Taehyung would not stop brushing against your head. At first, you thought it was on accident, but after the few more times he did it, it has become known that he wasn’t, in fact, doing it by accident.

You casually leaned back in your seat and pretended to rest your elbow on the arm rest. You then slightly leaned to the side and let out a hush sound to get Taehyung’s attention.

         “Can you please stop touching my hand? You are distracting me from the movie.” You whispered harshly, slowly becoming annoyed with the person next to you. All you wanted to do tonight was enjoy this movie, but it seems that your hormones had a different plan for the night. With each soft touch sent a spark of electricity up your arm, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps.

Taehyung smirked in response as he had a hunch stirring inside the pit of his stomach. That hunch telling him that you were feeling the opposite to be completely honest.

He then leaned closer to you, practically pressing his lips to your ear. The hotness of his breath causing an opposite effect on your body. His breath maybe hot, but it was causing shivers down your spine. His warm breath fanning the tiny hairs on the side of your next. Having him that close to your neck caused you to instinctively tilt your head to the side, giving him full access to do whatever it is he pleases to do.

Wait—what were you saying? Okay, you were definitely not yourself. You quickly created some distance between yourselves and focused back on the movie and much to your dismay, the scene was a kissing scene and not just any kissing scene, it was a full fledge—skin-on-skin—tongues intertwining with one another— kissing scene.

         “Fuck my life…” You pathetically thought as you saw the couple practically fucking each other in front of your eyes. What kind of movie was this anyway? No matter how badly you wanted to look away and think of clean thoughts, you simply couldn’t. You closed the gap between your legs, squeezing your thighs together, hoping the throbbing will cease.

         “Stupid Taehyung. This is all his fault! If respected your personal boundaries then this would not have happened!” You thought to yourself, mentally cursing at Taehyung.

You found yourself glaring at him, practically drilling a hole in his head. Taehyung began to feel that as well. He turned his head to you and simply smirked.

         “Last time I checked, movies can’t be played on my face.” You heard Taehyung’s snippy remark. That sarcastic tone escaping his mouth made your eye twitch.

You pursed your lips, trying to contain the urge to snap back at him, but that proved futile. The more he smirked, the more you wanted to kiss him right then and there. Hold up—what just came out of your mind? You wanted to kiss him? Ha! Over your dead body…

Seeing you have a mental battle over your moral compass and your raging hormones, Taehyung decided it would be fun to add fuel to the fire. He slowly leaned closer to you. His lips hovering above the warmth of your cheek. He slowly brushed his lips against the softness of your skin. You closed your eyes and let out a sigh of content.

Hearing that sexy sigh escape your lips sent a wave of hormones through Taehyung’s body. People would think he’s crazy for wanting to have sex with you, and you two literally met that night, but who gives a fuck? A lot of people have sex with people they just met. Before he could come up with more reasons that would justify his want to have sex with you, he suddenly felt your hand roughly graze against his crotch. Your hand practically an inch from his hard on, but every time you would near it, you would lightly touch it with the tip of your finger and then pull away. Taehyung let out hard yet soft groan. He knew what you were doing. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees this sexy ass smirk painted on your pretty lips.

Finally fed up with your merciless teasing, Taehyung tilted his head towards you, his lips practically touching your ear and whispered,

         “Want to do something more interesting than this movie?”

You turned your head to meet his lust filled gaze and with the flirtatious smile still painted your lips, you whispered,

         “Girls’ bathroom. Count to 10 and meet me there.”

You shot up from your seat as if you needed to use the restroom and then hurried out of your row not wanting to disturb your fellow movie watchers.

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anonymous asked:

Some smut with a dialogue quote "you can hit harder than that" pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeaase


It’s legit 2 days to Harry’s solo, and it’s all this excitement that’s giving me inspiration to keep on writing and writing!

Thank you for the request, really had to push open doors of my imagination to make it different, hope you like it!

Love to youuu, and power to survive April 7th!

Read on:


#17: I Get Jealous**

The door to their bedroom opens, Harry at it, his eyes everywhere, looking for his girlfriend inside. Looking straight, he finds her leaning onto the headrest on her side of the bed, knees propped up and parted, hands fidgeting over the screen of her I-phone.

His figure slumps, he deliberately acts all tired and gloomy, knowing the fact how his girl becomes kind to him then. Walking up and forward, he’s standing at the dresser parallel to the bed,taking off his watch and wallet, and Y/N looks up from her device.

“Oh, hi, baby.” She smiles at him, crooking her eyebrows expressively.

“’Ello.” He says in a monotone, hoping to have her concern, but looking up, he realizes she’s back on her phone, texting away to someone.

He clears his throat, walking off to the bathroom with a pout, building up reasons why she’d be so inconsiderate. But inside the confined space, as he takes his shirt and jeans off, all he can summon up is to lie between her legs.

Humming, he changes out of his clothes, putting on just sweatpants, and walks out shirtless to settle the mood. She’s still in the same position, not moved an inch either, and taking the advantage of the scene, Harry slides up the bed, bringing his body between her legs. His hands push up her tunic, resting his head on her tummy after pressing a kiss. His hands wrap around her hip in a circle, and with a sigh, he waits for her to respond.

Humming, Y/N looks down her screen to him, and smiles at him rested on her. “Harry.” She calls, running her one hand into his head while her other types away on her phone.

“Mm-hmm.” Harry moans, snuggling his nose against her stomach, kissing her again, before propping his chin up between her breasts, looking at her with sleepy eyes.

Still looking at the screen, she asks, “Been a rough day?”

“I’m exhausted.” He says in his hoarse, raspy voice, adding a subtle smile. But she is not looking at him, just mindlessly running a hand over his hair, and that has him annoyed.

He furiously rubs his scruff against her bare skin, snuggling his nose back against her, as he grips her hips tight.

“Baby.” He looks up, eyebrows furrowed. “Both hands, please.” He bumps his head up at her hand, gesturing to use both her hands and massage his head in the way she is used to doing it to him.

“One minute, sweet.” She pulls her already hand on his head away, joining the typing thing she’s doing on her phone again.

“What’re doing?” Harry leans up to look at her activity on the phone, but Y/N simply pulls the phone closer to her face, and Harry’s left pouty and curious.

“One second.” She says, smiling.

Harry rolls his eyes, creasing his forehead, and he slumps against her stomach again, the side of his face pressing against her breasts, as he sighs through his mouth, deeply sad.

Y/N takes another minute, finally wrapping up the conversation with a sweet farewell, then puts away her phone on the other side of the bed, looking down at him cuddled to her chest.

“Yes, where were we?” She sighs, tangling her both hands into his hair, her fingers pressing onto his scalp, and he groans, looking up at her.

“Who was it?” He gives her his eyes, pressing his pursed lip against her skin.

Y/N shakes her head, brushing off the topic. “Nothing, just some friend.” She slides her hand down his head to cup his cheeks, trying to bring him close for a kiss, but he clutches her wrist, bringing his head up to match her eye-level.

“Tell me.” He says in a saddened tone. “Who was it that got you so engaged that you couldn’t even respond to me.”

Y/N chuckles. “Aw, my baby, c’mere.” She pulls again, and he leans in, their lips meeting in a short kiss.

Matching his eye level, she begins. “Jenna bagged a photo shoot, and she had a talk with the model last week over coffee, and she’d insisted I come along, so I did. He was very sweet, very handsome. We had some good chit-chat. Yesterday I saw he sent me a follow request on Insta, so I followed back, and then he casually messaged me and we started talking and that. He’s very genuine, such a gentleman.”

“Okay..” Harry’s eyes narrow. “What d’ya talk about?” He is giving her that skeptical look, eyes small and head leaned down to intensify the serious demeanor.

“Nothing, just about the shoot, and about Jenna.” She nods her head from side to side, telling him.

Harry gives snort. “What a player. Does he have a thing or two for Jenna?”

He reaches for her phone, unlocking it, and then proceeds to open her Instagram.

“No, he doesn’t.”

Harry nods subtly, looking back at her with her phone towards her. “How does he look like?”

Y/N smirks, searching his eyes for humor. She takes her phone, opening one of his photos and showing it to him. “He’s better in person.”

Harry give her a look before taking the phone, and giving a judgmental look, as he zooms the picture quite a few times, blinking up at her with his eyebrows raised.

“He’s nice, yeah.” Harry nods, locking her phone back. He leans to the table by the bedside, placing her phone on top of it; then, rolling to his side of the bed, he lies on his stomach, face turned towards the other side.

Y/N’s eyes widen, she licks her lips, amusement glistening in her eyes as she gazes at his bare back.

“Harry.” She calls, carefully. “C’mere, let me hold you.”

“I’m too tired.” He says in a horse voice, shifting his arms under the pillow.

Y/N holds back a snicker. Leaning to the side of his face, she whispers over his ear, skimming her lips gently over the earlobe. “I fear there’s something burning in here.”

Harry turns his face to her, bringing his arm around her and pulling her close; she squeals when his hand comes down her hips, feeling her behind before swatting a tight hand against it.

She whines, slapping his shoulder. He smiles with his eyes closed, rubbing his hand over where he’d spanked her.  She chuckles, bringing her face close to him, and slowly taking his lower lip in her mouth, she parts his mouth, kissing slowly.

They pull away, Harry holding her close while his nose snuggles into her cheek. Her arms wrap around his broad shoulder, her one leg winding around his hip, pressing close.

“Sleep.” Harry tells her, smiling at his next words. “Or I’m not letting you.”

**

Harry wakes up to the sound of his phone ringing, and rushing out of the bed, he reaches the dresser, accepting the call. It’s from Jeff, inviting him over for some drinks and football match at the club with the rest of their friends, adding in the end to bring along Y/N too.

Harry puts the phone away, turning around to look in the room to realize Y/N’s already awake. It’s 10 in the morning.

He walks to the bathroom, looking in the shower to find it empty but wet. She’s already taken a bath, and the fact confuses him. He quickly freshens up, walking out of the bathroom with just his sweatpants, hands tucked in the pockets as he walks to the kitchen.

Y/N’s standing in front of the coffee maker, concentrating on the article she reads from the newspaper. Her hair is wet, water dripping on the shoulder of her crop top she’s wearing, paired with dark, tight jeans.

“Mornin’” Harry walks in towards her. She looks up, putting the newspaper away, as Harry leans in for a hug. Kissing, they pull away, Harry’s hands on her hips, pinning her to the slab behind.

“You’re all ready?” He asks, eyeing her up and down.

Y/N’s hands creep up, pressing against his stomach. “Jenna called this morning. She needed some helping with the set up and everything. It’s my day off today too, so I’m just going about.” She shrugs her shoulders.

“The photo shoot’s today?” Harry asks, as the ding goes off, and he leans up to get coffee mugs from the above cupboard.

Y/N only nods, leaning to the fridge to bring milk, and then sugar from the drawers.

“But, listen.” Harry says, grabbing her attention, as he pours down coffee into the two mugs. “Jeff called up. He’s having a get together at the club. You’re coming with me. When will you wind up and get free?”

Harry helps in making the rest of the coffee, putting in the sugar and milk just as required, and passes her mug to her. Leaning against the slab, Harry listens to her as she speaks.

“It’s just a few hours deal. If I leave by 11, I should be through at around 4.”

“That’s so long.” He leans to her, putting an affectionate hand on her back, as they kiss.

“Mm-hmm. But Jenna’s a good friend, and her including me in the project she’s been dreaming of is very humbling and sweet. I couldn’t say no.” Y/N nods, pursing her lips.

Harry grins at her, crinkling his nose in adoration of her, leaning in for another kiss on her lips. “I’ll pick you up from the studio then? Even I’m running about in two hours to the studio. 4, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll text you the address.”

**

It’s  4:15 when Harry reaches the site of the photo shoot, parking his car outside before jogging inside the building.

Y/N and the model stand talking, occasionally laughing at one another’s pleasantries. Harry’s eyes land on them, and his pace at the jog increases.

“Y/N.” He calls her, bringing her eyes to him.

Y/N smiles, walking to him, and they share a quick side hug, Harry tugging to her side even after she’s pulled away. His lips come down on her temple as the guy approaches them.

“Francisco, this is Harry, my boyfriend.” Y/N introduces.

Harry leans in, shaking hands with him. “Nice to meet you, man.” He’s a young lad, seems hardly above thirty to him.

Harry sighs. “So, are you guys done?” He asks Y/N, eyes on her.

“Yeah, yeah.” Y/N nods. “Jenna’s just gone to assist the pack up, and Francisco’s just waiting for his drive.”

Harry turns to Francisco. “Something we can help you with, sir? We could drop you off if you’d like.”

Francisco smiles, patting Harry’s arm lightly. “Oh, no, thank you, man, they’re just on their way.”

Saying so, they hear a loud squeal from behind; a little boy runs up to their direction.

“Daddy!”  The little boy jumps into Francisco’s arms, receiving kisses all over his face.

“Milo.” Francisco turns the kid’s attention to Y/N and one surprised Harry. “This is Y/N, and this is Harry.”

Milo gladly waves at them, Y/N cooing at the cute child while Harry still tries to recover from the information. A woman walks behind, holding a little baby on her hip, as she smiles up at Francisco on reaching him, kissing his lips in greeting.

“This is my wife, Jessian.” She is introduced.

Y/N gets along, talking merrily to the couple with the two most adorable kids. Jenna joins them a few moments later, and somehow they end up talking for a full hour.

“I’d love to keep in touch, girls. Thank you for having me.” Francisco smiles, hugging the friends before he departs with his family.

Y/N tugs at Harry’s arms. “Let’s leave?”

“Yeah.” He nods, looking ahead.

**

“So?” Y/N turns around, crossing her arms at her chest as she looks at Harry standing at the door after he’s closed it.

“Yeah..” Harry gives her a look, clearing his throat awkwardly.

Y/N’s eyebrows crook up; she leans on one leg, tapping her other feet constantly, as she witnesses Harry go from relaxed to biting his lip in confusion.

“You didn’t tell me-“

“What?”

“You didn’t tell me he was married, and-and has kids and all.” Harry finishes, looking up at her.

“Would that have caused a difference?” Y/N presses, sucking her cheeks in to hold back a laugh.

“No.” Harry replies, bold. “I would’ve nevertheless punched him –maybe harder, considering the fact that he has a family-if he would have made an inch of a move on you.”He steps towards her, eyes serious.

Y/N throws her head back, laughing. “You would have fought him?”

“Yeah.” Harry’s hand tugs her towards him, bringing her body slick against him. “I would have changed the map of his structured jaw and cheek.”

Y/N chuckles, leaning onto his neck. “You know, Harry, your face and the words are so contrasting. It doesn’t suit you, trying to be all violent and all. You’re like a saint-calm and loving.” She chuckles, looking at him, and bringing her hands up, she cups his cheeks. “I didn’t think it would go this far, oh, dear.”

Harry’s eyes narrow, his forehead creasing. “You did it on purpose?”

Y/N throws her head back laughing, staring at his ambushed expressions. “I couldn’t help myself! You were so dramatic last night – He’s nice, yeah-“ She mocks in his tone. “Last night was something, oh.” She laughs.

Harry doesn’t say anything. He let’s go of her, shaking his head. “Get ready, we have to leave.”

He walks away, leaving behind Y/N sulking on her behavior. She bites her lip, her laugh all gone, and shakes her head, rushing back after him.

“Harry.” She calls him, walking into their room; he’s started to rummage through his closet, picking an outfit. “Harry. It was a joke, c’mon.” She drawls, nearing him to wrap her arms around his waist from the back.

“No.” He husks. “I felt so angry last night, I was so affected, you don’t understand.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” She calls, pulling him to turn around. “Look at me. Fine, I’m sorry. I will never again try to be frank or pull around pranks with my boyfriend because he tends to get butt-hurt very easily.” She says, a crisp in her voice.

“Oh, oh, so, it’s coming on me, now?” Harry sounds offended.

Y/N rolls her eyes, turning away. “Let’s not do this.” She walks off in the direction of the bathroom, leaving Harry confused and annoyed at her cussedness.

They get ready separately, no talking as they rummage about in the room, finding their specifics and putting on nice outfits, unconsciously matching in color. Their eyes go on each other’s dresses when they face one another, Y/N turning away before Harry can catch her.

The drive is nonetheless silent; there doesn’t seem to be a feeling of realization come over. They both stand egoistic, waiting for the other to start up a conversation and end up the awkwardness clouding more and more. But nothing seems to occur.

At the club, they separate, greeting their group of friends, moods slightly lighting up as the crowd begins to follow up. They have their booth reserved; at the corner where the whole group of ten take seats of their choice.

Y/N grabs her corner with her friends, while Harry’s surrounded by his own mates, both of them fidgeting to see one another, but of course hesitant in approaching.

Feeling her chest ache with the pressure of her feels, Y/N spills everything to Glenne.

“Oh, you’re no way wrong. God, boys have to learn to be less dramatic and more tacky. I’m sure Harry’s playing tricks with ya. Wanting to have you on your knees. Do not, girl, do not.”

Glenne’s words strike Y/N in some way, and she decides to not care, genuinely beginning to enjoy the evening.

The game goes wonderful; the boys cheering over and over while cans of beer go empty on the tables. Harry then and now keeps turning back to look at Y/N, and at one point he finds her on her phone again, showing something to Glenne that has them giggling.

The heaviness settles back again in his chest, he turns back to the screen, taking a swing of his drink. When he turns to his side, Jeff’s giving him a look.

“Don’t have to act anymore like you wouldn’t have broken his nose even though he would’ve just walked past your Y/N.” He states. “You hate him, Harry. Let her know this. Let her like it. Stop sulking around.”

Harry sighs. “But, she shouldn’t have-“

“I know you don’t regret thinking worse for that model boy. He’s got your girl distracted, get her back, man. Buck up.” Jeff urges him.

Harry nods, biting his lower lip. He takes a last swing from the can, finishing his fifth. He turns to Jeff, giving him beg eyes. “You have to help me out. I don’t want to just go and apologize or shit.”

Jeff chuckles at his friend. “Fine, you bugger.” He turns around, calling, “Glenne! Come forward you guys!”

Glenne nods, smiling at her beau, then she turns to Y/N, smirking cunningly. “Harry totally saw us, and it’s probably him calling you. Step up, babe. You’re not giving in easily.” They bump their fists, Y/N nodding at her friend.

Jeff makes space, sliding to the end of the long couch, making seats for the two girls. Glenne slides in beside Jeff, Y/N automatically having had to sit beside Harry. She’s grabbed her seat, and Harry’s eyes have not once trained on her. She shifts, leaning back against the backrest.

Jeff calls Harry, asking him to pass on some beer cans. Harry leans down, bringing out two cans from the cans from the ice box, passing one to his friend, while the other he holds it before Y/N.

“Beer?”

She takes it, nothing to say, as she pops open the lid, bringing the can to her lips. Harry’s arm comes behind her, resting on the couch, his fingers hanging loosely in the air beside her. The fidgeting is on for quite long; Harry’s tricks to trying to grab her attention absolutely fail as all he tries is to somehow touch her. But, he’s too damn reluctant to do so, awkward even, because Y/N hasn’t stepped up to cut the ice between them. He doesn’t like being rejected.

He leans forward at times, then leans back, bringing his arm back behind her. He then crosses his leg over one another, clears his throat more than he would have ever done in a lifetime, and ends up holding one beer can for half an hour.

Something suddenly strikes Y/N, and she turns her head in his direction, catching him looking at her before he turns away, scratching the side of his head to correct his mistake. She holds back a chuckle, as she turns to Glenne, widening her eyes at her in amusement. Glenne clears her throat, leaning back on the couch as she gestures her hand over her neck, mouthing – he’s totally suffering. Jeff catches Glenne do so, and when he looks up, Harry’s looking at the girls from the corner of his eyes too. His eyes widen, he pulls Glenne to him, leaving Harry to sought this out without any distractions.

Y/N sits up straight, alarmed at the way Jeff pulls Glenne to him so suddenly, and when she looks up at Harry, he’s sipping his beer, a smirk visible when he brings the can away from his lips.

Well then, it’s out.

She keeps it cool anyway, casually leaning back against the couch. She’s about to cross her knee over another when cold hand clutches her upper thigh, tugging her dress up as his fingers slip in. The booth’s dark, otherwise Harry would’ve never done such a thing.

Y/N licks her lips, slowly bringing her hand on top of his, pushing away his fingers clutching her skin, so tight.

“Y/N.” Harry breaths against her ear, whispering for only her to know. The heaviness of his voice gives a shudder inside her, forcing her to draw her legs close together. Harry’s hand wrap around her, fiddling with her fingers, and he takes a deep breath, brushing against her ear.

“Y/N, we have something to seek out, would you mind joining me for a minute?” He sultrily whispers in her ear, pulling his hand away as he boldly gets up, walking away.

Jeff has Glenne tugged under his arm so tight, she barely can see Y/n at the moment. Leaving no option, Y/N gets up, trailing on the way Harry walked. She looks up in the bathrooms, and passing by the very first one, the door to it opens and Harry pulls her in, locking it away behind him.

Y/N looks at him, eyes wide, as he stares down at her, eyes expressionless.

“Y-Yes?” She says, pulling her hands behind her back, obediently.

Harry keeps looking at her, pulling his lower lips between his thumb and finger, massaging it slowly.

“You wanted to seek something out?” Y/N asks again, her confidence faltering.

“You know what,” He finally speaks, the roughness in his voice nevertheless nerve wrecking. “I thought you’ve had enough of these games, but you go around again trying to make me…jealous?”

Y/N’s hands loosen. “Harry, you’re absolutely over reacting. Shrug it off, babe. it’s fun.”

This has Harry eyes narrowing. He takes a long stride in her direction, pinning her instantly to the granite slab behind her, holding her in position with the weight of his hands on her wrists.

She looks up at him, breath quivering, her body absolutely pumping to see him this way.

He grunts. “Don’t make me recite to you how Glenne and you were deliberately making fun of my state!” He lashes out, body pressing onto her taut. “But now-now stop.” He holds a finger up at her face, his forehead forming creases.

Y/N leans forward, kissing his finger, absolutely guilty for making him feel this furious. Harry puts his finger away, turning his head to the side. He pushes back from her, swinging his hands on his side to ease away the tension. Y/N’s eyes close for a moment, then she’s leaning to him, pulling him towards her by a grip on his shirt.

He stumbles a few steps to her, enough that she has him leaning onto her, enough for her lips to find his neck.

“I was jealous-I am jealous. And I absolutely will be even if he wouldn’t even touch you. In fact, I’ll be jealous of every that guy who tends to distract you from me. I would hate it. I would be pulsating inside to beat the shit out of that person because-because you’re mine.” His hands grab her hips. “You’re mine, and I want you to know this clearly before I go about telling the whole world.”

He grabs the back of her head, pulling her from his neck to look at him.

“You can’t go around making fun of this feeling of mine. It really did hurt me. I started comparing myself to that guy and, I-I came in to see you at 4 just so I can tell him off about us.”

Y/N bites the inside of her cheeks, bringing her head close for their foreheads to meet. Harry’s breathing alters, as her finger comes up, running along the line of his cheek, trailing down to touch his lips, hot and red from the exertion of anger.

She doesn’t say anything; she leans up, attaching their lips. Harry’s eyes fall shut; his lips pucker to meet her kiss. She pulls away, wrapping her hands around his neck, pushing her fingers into his hair. “I’m sorry.” She stutters onto his lips.

She pokes her nose with his, tilting her head to reach his lips again, whispering into them, “I love you, I love you so much, baby. I don’t deserve this, but, please forgive me.”

Harry’s breath shakes, and then he hungrily attaches their lips, invading her mouth like he’s been waiting for so long. His arms wrap around his in circles, curving on her back till he’s had her slammed against his chest, body shut close like they’re one.

Her hands desperately wrap around his shoulders, mouth groaning onto his, opening more for him to feel her.

His knee raises up, hitching past her dress, as he presses her down on the granite slab behind, leaving her mouth to kiss her neck while his knee rubs against her.

Y/N gasps, looking down at his mouth nearing to her center.” Can I say something?”

“No.” Harry chuckles at her groaning. He pulls her dress up, slipping his hand into her lace panties, finding her clit as he begins rubbing.

“Harry.” Y/N moans, grabbing his shoulders as his finger dig deep, her mouth falling agape. He wraps his arm around her waist, hoisting her on his finger as he urges her to grind. She moves back and forth, feeling a tight stretch inside her walls. Their faces come together, eyes meeting, and he thrusts into her another finger, having her head fall onto his shoulder.

“I like this.” Y/N whimpers against his shoulder. “Harder, baby. You know where to hit it.”

Hearing her, Harry feels a burst of energy course through him, and he pulls out of her, starting to work over his jeans button.

Y/N takes a moment, leaning against the slab as she catches her breath. Harry’s hand resume on her hips, and she looks up, his face enlightened, a glow in his skin with the redness on his cheeks, his eyes dark and lustrous.

“Harry, you’ve showed me something so addictive. This rage, this desperation, for me?”

Harry groans, leaning into her as his member slips inside her, her wetness easing the process. His lips meet her, they kiss, lapse around her soft skin, before he begins to thrust.

“You want more?” Harry moans, winding his arm around her back and pulling her close to his chest as he grinds inside her.

“Mm-hmm.” She nods, her head against his shoulder, her lips biting in anticipation.

His hips position, slamming against her bones as he thrusts hard, looking at her face for approval.

She smirks. “You can hit harder than that.”

Grinning, Harry puts his chin on her shoulder, thrusting in with all he can summon. She groans out loud, and he feels no need to look at her face for approval. He kneads her hips in his hands, kissing her shoulder and neck, while his hips press further into her, slamming himself inside her, hard, aching her hip bones till she felt certain of bruises.

They reach their climaxes, falling apart on one another, heavy breathing and limbs aching from the roughness.

Harry pulls Y/N to him, kissing her lips sloppily as he feels relief in her touch. They pull away; Harry helps her put on her clothes, setting them in place.

Y/N grins at him. “Glenne was right when she said you’re being dramatic.” Harry looks up at her from sliding her panties up her thighs. “It really did hurt me.”  She laughs, Harry grinning at her as he shakes his head.

“Shud up.” He slaps her behind, causing her to jerk in her place and jump on him, giving him big eyes. He laughs back at her, swatting her back again but in a much playful manner.

“Mhm, I love ya.”

“I love you too, pet.” They lean in for a kiss.

Harry pulls way quicker, though, struggling to pull up his pants. “Let’s get out of here! It’s already not that they’re talking about us!”  

Y/N smiles. She grabs his arm, and pulls him to her.

“Never again.” He says in a low tone, cupping her chin in his hand.

Y/N snickers. “Or maybe everyday. I like this wild side of yours.”

He smirks. “There’re more ways to bring it out.” He winks at her.

“How?” She widens her eyes like a curious pupil.

“Let’s get home, I’ll teach ya.”


MASTERLIST

Who’s Your Oppa? (charliesfairy)

Genre: Smut and a lil bit of angst but it’s barely even there my dudes

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader 

#14: “Take. It. Off.”

Requested By: @goddessofdestruction 

i’m still shit at titles,,someone pls help me,,but i’m such a slut for yoongi,,and that gif,,goddamn daddy,,yeah,,i’m going to hell,,bye

    It was never a good idea to tease Min Yoongi, but you never really had many ideas that didn’t land you in some kind of trouble so teasing him is almost an everyday occurrence, whether it be sexually or not.  Today, though, you were feeling unusually needy and desperately craved relief, but your boyfriend seemed to pay more attention to that damn microphone in his studio than to you.  You had a plan that would definitely change that.  There was no hiding the fact that Yoongi both loved and hated when you wore his clothes because it meant you’re trying to show that you’re his and he’s yours, but it, also, meant you got whatever you wanted because he just couldn’t say no. 

    Whether you simply steal one of his snapbacks or went as far as taking a whole lazy day outfit from him, it always got you exactly what you wanted.  With him being glued to his studio, it was going to take some drastic measures to get him to take his eyes off that stupid computer screen, but it wouldn’t be impossible.

    “Yoongi-yah,” you addressed him as you leaned against the door frame to his studio room, “Jimin-oppa said he’d come over and hang out with me since you  wo-”

    “You know how I feel about calling the other boys oppa.” he said sternly, not looking from the screen.

    “I know, but I don’t care right now because you won’t pay attention to me.  At least, Jimin-oppa will pay attention to me.” you retorted.

    You saw his jaw clench in anger, but he still didn’t look away from the screen.

    “I just wanted you to help me pick an outfit for when he comes over.”

    “Babe, I told you,” he huffed, “I’m very busy.  I don’t have time to help you pick out an outfit for your precious Jimin-oppa.”

    “Well, what do you think about this?”

    You had on nothing but one of his red flannels, completely unbuttoned.  You’re bottom half completely exposed, and your top half only partially covered by the fabric that moved every time you moved.  You knew he’d break as soon as he saw you, but he just wouldn’t look away from that computer screen.

    “I’m sure Jimin will love whatever you wear.  Now will you please-”

    “Goddammit, Min Yoongi, just look at me!” you screamed at him out of frustration.

    That was all it took for him to angrily push his chair back and lock his eyes with yours, his jaw clenched and his eyes darkened.

    “I am standing here almost completely naked for you, but you won’t even fucking turn around, you jackass!”

    The way you threw your arms exposed your chest for his staring eyes.

    “And now that you actually turned around, all you’re doing is staring at me!” you continued to yell, “Fucking say something!”

    “Take it off.” he stated.  He didn’t seem the least bit phased by your outburst.

    “No!” you refused and started to button up the shirt, “You’re lost your chance.”

    “I said: Take.  It.  Off.” he ordered again, “Or I’m going to come over there and rip it off you.“ 

    You looked from his angry eyes to his pursed lips and down to his hands which were balled up into fists, his nails digging into his palms.  You froze, your dominance diminishing as each second ticked by.  Then, you felt the cold wall hit your back, the red flannel thrown on the ground, and Yoongi’s warm body pressed against yours.  He had pushed you with such force you almost couldn’t breathe, but you had no trouble letting out a gasp of ‘Yoongi-oppa’ when he plush lips attacked your neck, licking, sucking, biting.  He stopped once he heard what you said.  

    “I thought Jimin was your oppa.” he smirked, but there was still anger in his voice.

    “He is.” you replied, deciding to tease him a bit more before you lost all control in the situation. 

    He thrusted his hips against yours, causing you to whimper loudly.

    “I’ll fucking show you who your oppa is.” he growled.

Stood Up

As it has been requested repeatedly, I have decided to make a part two to Stood Up. This story got way more love then I thought it would receive and is one of my highest loved imagines so far! So thank you!. I wasn’t originally planning on uploading this today, but as it is my birthday tomorrow (February 17th) and I will be busy, I thought I would just post it instead of making you all wait another two days. So here you go!

Request: Archie/jughead: 14)“I promise that i’ll protect you". -Archie 17) “You cheated on me! What was I suppose to do? Smile and forgive you.” - y/n31)“Never thought that all this would happen because of one tiny moment.”-y/a18) “I think you’re worth much more than that.”- jughead 4)“You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!”-jughead

REMEMBER, requests are closed! New requests will be deleted.

Requested by: anonymous.

Warnings: hurt/comfort.


Originally posted by noahsweetwne

“Y/N… I’m not sure how to tell you this… but-”

You turned, confused as you stared at the concerned looking Jughead. After your guys ‘date’ you’d started to hang out with him a bit more and eventually you guys had blossomed into an amazing friendship. Though, what Jughead had said that night was right, and after Archie apologized you’d accepted it and everything fell back to the way it was.

Only thing was now you had Jughead as a friend, a pretty great one at that. He hadn’t been happy when you told him you’d forgiven Archie, but he’d accepted it and told you to just be careful. 

Nothing had happened since. School started again and a new girl came in, Veronica Lodge, which had in turn allowed her to start hanging out with Archie, you, Betty and Kevin. She was nice enough and even though she had immediately mentioned her interest in Archie, you’d set her straight after telling her you two were actually dating. It didn’t take long for her to start rooting for you two, and was in turn one of the sweetest girls you’d met.

When you weren’t with her and Betty, you were with Archie and if you weren’t with Archie, you were with Jughead. 

It just happened to be one of those times where you were with Jughead, you two were sat in Pop’s, much like your guys date night. You were helping him with his novel that you were so specially the only one allowed to see. But you could tell easily something was on his mind and he was distracted from his writing. You hadn’t said anything, wanting to wait for him to tell you on his own.

“Yes, Juggie?” You answered, regarding him with careful eyes. He pursed his lips, shaking his head as he sighed in frustration. “Is everything okay?”

“Y/N… it’s about Archie…” 

You sighed, slightly expecting him to tell you again that you shouldn’t have forgiven him. But just by the look on his face you knew it was something else, and suddenly all annoyance left you and instead you became worried. Worried at the truth. “Jughead… what is it? What did he do? Is he okay?”

“He’s okay.” Jughead quickly confirmed, almost in anger. “He… oh god, Y/N. I really am sorry, but Archie’s been cheating on you.”

You blinked, unsure if you’d heard his words correctly. Archie had done a lot of things recently, terrible things but despite everything you’d never been suspicious of him for that. You couldn’t quite believe Jughead, so you scoffed, glaring slightly, but you could feel your eyes watering. “What are you- what are you going on about, Jughead? You’re joking right? With who?” The words slipped past your lips, no filter as you stared.

You tried to ignore the look on Jughead’s face that only helped make your heart beat faster. “Ms. Grundy.” Jughead whispered and you froze. 

“What?”

“He’s cheating on you with Ms. Grundy.”

Your jaw fell open and without a thought, you pushed out of your seat and stormed out of Pop’s, slamming the door behind you. You didn’t want to believe Jughead. You couldn’t but something in the back of your head told you that he was telling the truth. Who had stood you up that night? Archie. Who had been there for you that night? Jughead. What reason would he have to lie to you?

“Y/N!” You heard Jughead but you ignored him, dead set on making your way.. where were you going? Archie’s. You needed to talk to him. 

“Y/N! Please stop!” A hand grabbed your forearm, effectively stopping you and turning you around. You didn’t fight, coming face to face with Jughead as you tried to hold in your tears. You stared at him, hurt and betrayed.

“Where are you going?” He asked, his voice soft.

“Archie’s. I need to talk to him.” You mumbled, trying to keep your voice calm. “Please, let me go. I need- I need to talk to him.”

“I’m not going to stop you.” Jughead reassured, now grabbing both sides of your arms. You barely thought of the fact that Jughead hated skin contact. “I’m going with you.”

You nodded, too upset to say anything and shortly you found yourself in front of Archie’s house. The lights were off, but you knew Archie and you knew he liked to go out for late night walks, so you sat on his porch, waiting. Jughead sat beside you, close enough for comfort but not touching. You’d stopped crying but you knew it’d only last a few minutes before Archie’d show up.

“Y/N…? Jughead?” Snapping your head up, you swallowed your fear at the sight of a sweaty and panting Archie. Standing up and not missing the way Jughead fell in step beside you, standing slightly behind you.

“What are you two doing here?” Archie asked, confused and concern lacing his voice.

“I-I…” You tried but fell short, feeling tears coming back. Immediately Archie took a step forward, concerned but Jughead stood in front of you. Glaring at Archie. Archie blinked, confused.

“What’s wrong? Y/N? Tell me, I promise that i’ll protect you" You scoffed, suddenly angry as you carefully stepped in front of Jughead. He regarded you with a concerned look but all you did was nod, reassuring him.

Archie stared desperately at you. 

“Archie… we’re through.” You said, confidence in your voice as you tried to hold down your tears. Archie’s shoulders slumped and his mouth opened and closed repeatedly. 

“Wha- why?”

“Archie.. I know you cheated on me.” You confessed, laughing bitterly at yourself. “Hell, maybe you still are. But we are through. I am tired of the lies, the cancelling, i’m tired of the sneaking. I tried. I tried to be understanding. I even forgave you when you stood me up! But not anymore!” Archie’s surprised and guilty face fell on Jughead, almost angrily before turning to you with soft eyes. 

“Y-Y/N… I’m-”

“I don’t want to hear it!” You interrupted, staring at Archie clearly upset. You wiped pathetically at your tears. “With Ms. Grundy? Really, Archie? You’re… that’s so wrong. It doesn’t matter though, you’re none of my business anymore.” 

You went to step around Archie, but his hand shot out to grab you, a little too aggressively. You gasped, before another hand shot out and pushed Archie back. You easily recognized the figure as Jughead. “You cheated on me! What was I suppose to do? Smile and forgive you.” 

Archie dropped his hands, taking a respect step back and you let out a breath you hadn’t know you’d been holding. Huffing. Jughead turned to you, allowing you to walk in front of him as he glared at Archie. Archie looked as if he was about to cry and you almost felt yourself breaking but you shook your head.

“I am sorry. Y/N.” You stopped, your back facing Archie as you whispered;  “You cheated on me! What was I suppose to do? Smile and forgive you.”


Later, you found yourself sobbing against Jughead’s chest as he hugged you. You sniffled, wiping your tears as you pushed from the hug, staring at the tear stains on his jacket in shame. “I’m sorry…” You whispered ashamed.

Jughead shook his head, hesitantly letting his hand fall on your cheek so you were looking at him. “I’m pathetic.” You mumbled, shaking your head.

“I think you’re worth much more than that.” Jughead whispered. You stared up into his eyes, finding an emotion you’d never seen there before. And then suddenly his lips fell on yours and you were leaning against him as he pressed against you. You moaned into the kiss, allowing your hands to fall on his neck as he held your face.

When you pulled away, you were panting but smiling shyly up at Jughead who smirked back. “Never thought that all this would happen because of one tiny moment.”


There ya guys go! Part 3?

You Look Good on Me

Characters: CastielXReader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 1627

A/N: One-shot written for @casbabydontgoineedyou / Katie’s 1K Writing Challenge / prompt #18 - The last time you made dinner, you caught the kitchen on fire. NSFW/18+ readers/adult content – oral sex, female receiving (come on, who doesn’t fantasize about this angel between their thighs?).

Summary: Fluffy, adorable, eager-to-please-you Castiel likes the way you look in his white button down shirt the morning after a night of incredible sex. So much so, he wants to make you breakfast.

(not my GIF)

Lebanon Times daily newspaper tucked under one arm, paperboard Gas ‘N Sip coffee cup clasped in hand, whistling low to the classic rock tune of Smoke on the Water, Dean Winchester leisurely rambled by the bunker’s kitchen threshold. Several paces beyond the door, he stopped up short, coffee sloshing from the ill-fitting plastic lid to splatter his leather shoes, brow furrowing, brain incrementally registering the odd sight presented to his peripheral vision. Gravitating backward, he craned his neck, peering into the kitchen, calmly confirming with a bob of his head that Castiel was indeed situated at the counter attempting to assuage an angrily beeping coffee maker into producing a fresh pot while wearing nothing but crinkled white boxer shorts. Dean scanned up and down the empty hall and around the otherwise unoccupied room before clearing his throat to announce his presence.

Cas snapped shut the top of the ornery contraption, effectively silencing it. Angling to regard his friend, he cordially nodded in greeting, “Good morning, Dean.”

Dean stepped through the door, an amused smirk overtaking his features, “Uh, Cas, look man, it’s great to see you finally making yourself at home, but where the hell are your clothes?”

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not necessarily a part 2 to this, but definitely written in the same world. so, with that being said, this is very nsfw; read with caution etc. i wanna thank three lovely friends for support. @kasiwrites  @aqua-harry & @permanentcross <3 ok now please enjoy! x

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It wasn’t your intention to give Harry the hint like this, you had been planning on him finding out for himself later on tonight when you were home.

You wanted to surprise him, but the way he looked standing by the bar with his friends made you crave him. It made you want his attention on you. He stood tall in a pair of black boots, a white silk button up tucked loosely under the belt holding his skinny jeans in place. His cross wasn’t showing because of the thin black satin scarf hanging around his neck, but you couldn’t miss his rings. Everything about him had been making your thighs rub together, the slightly cocky grin on his face only being the cherry on top. 

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Isaac x Reader


Requested by @green-days-american-idiot

NSFW

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The pouring rain outside of your window was the last thing you needed; the clattering sound of the harsh raindrops brought even more stress within you than the pile of homework on your desk, waiting to be done.


You stomped towards the window, hoping the heavy rain would go away if you tauntingly glared back at it, but instead you got frightened by the rumbling sound of thunder approaching. 

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7 times they noticed (4/7)

It’s time for Coran Coran the Gorgeous Man. Actually quite hard to write. I decided to write this from Coran’s pov also, to just change things up?


Coran saw it. Of course he did, he was a veteran, he was a father, and although he did not understand the customs of their strange world, he remembered being years away from his family. He remembered pacing and fighting because there was nothing else to do.

He remembered the exact same hurt on his own son’s face, the exact same resignation, the same jokes, the same mood-breakers. And if he wasn’t damned by how much he saw his son in the blue paladin’s face, he was surely blessed by it. In a way, he had another chance, another opportunity; although he would be a fool to think they were the same person. To compare them is all too easy, but he shouldn’t in any case. But still, he knew that Lance was hurting, and no matter how much he reminded him of his son, hurting is hurting.

Let it be known that Coran considered himself a patient man, and often a kind one. This was not the case when someone else was hurting.

“Lance?” He asked in a conversational tone as he saw the young paladin pacing in the control room. Lance looked up in surprise.

“Oh! Coran, my man! What’s up?” He clicked his fingers at Coran, who supposed this was an Earth greeting between friends. He was however, unsure whether to return them. He decided against it, simply smiling at the boy.

“Hello, Lance! It has come to my attention that -” He trailed off, squinting his eyes in suspicion. Lance tilted his head in confusion. “What are you doing in the control room?” Coran questioned, raising an eyebrow, mustache twitching.

“Oh…uh…Allura! I was looking for Allura, have you seen her?” Lance stuttered, laughing nervously. Coran squinted his eyes even more, pursing his mouth.

“I ordered the princess to take a day off. She does too much work, I’m afraid.” Coran looked to Lance for his response, raising his eyebrow further.

“Yeah, that makes sense.” Lance sighed. He scratched behind his ear in a show of nonchalance. “Well, I guess I’ll just go train. See ya!” Lance turned to go, but not before Coran spoke.

“Wait!”

Lance looked back in confusion at the oddly alarmed tone of the normally eccentric man.

“What is it, my dude?” Lance made a show of smiling, but Coran noticed it failed to reach his eyes.

“Are…are you in good health, paladin?” Coran asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet to quell the anxiety rising within him.

“Uh…yeah? Totally.” Lance laughed, looking in confusion. “Why? Do I look sick? Because I’ll have you know that I use moisturizer, and my skin looks perfect.” Lance put his hand on his chest in mock-astonishment.

“No! You look perfectly healthy, Lance.” Coran stuttered. Lance looked confused at the normally unflappable Altean. “I mean, not physical health.” Coran frowned at Lance. “The health of the mind.” Lance widened his eyes.

“Oh.” Lance looked down, falling silent, his mind working. “Yeah.” He smiled nervously. Coran was not convinced.

“Truly?” He asked, tilting his head, looking down at the anxious paladin.

“Well, I guess I’m homesick, but I mean, who isn’t?” Lance laughed once more, and once more it rang hollow.

“Of course my boy, you’ve just seemed…” He paused, looking for his words. “off.” Lance looked taken aback, letting out an exhale of confused laughter.

“Really?” He raised his shoulder, twisting his face into obviously forced confusion. Coran once again paused, looking for the words. He restarted his original statement with a small shake of his head.

“It has come to my attention you might be feeling…inadequate. And…what did you call it? Homesick.” Lance stuttered in response.

“W-well, I mean…yeah I’m feeling like, homesick, but inadequate? What?” He looked around, and Coran knew that look. It was the look of a child trying to find a way out of a confronting conversation. He had seen it on his children too many times.

“Lance, missing one’s family is extremely natural. And I’ll let you know on a secret.” He leant in as he said this, and Lance raised his eyebrows, unimpressed.

“Yeah?”

“No one feels adequate. Everyone feels they have too much to live up to.” Coran stared at Lance, nodding. Lance let out a bark of laughter.

“Oh, really.” His voice was heavy with sarcasm. “Well then, everyone’s an idiot.”

“Yes, most probably.” Coran nodded with sincerity, and Lance rolled his eyes.

“No, I mean, everyone else actually lives up to impossible expectations, whereas I… I’m just…” Lance trailed off, tears brimming, trying to finish his sentence with unintelligible gestures. This confused Coran.

“I’m sorry Lance, but I do not understand these human non-verbal gestures? Do you also communicate like Glapthorns?” Coran looked to the human for an answer, who let out a small giggle.

“Glapthorns?” He asked. Coran puffed up.

“Yes Glapthorns! They have an entire alphabet of gestures, having no mouths and all. Lovely people, really, I once…” Coran trailed off, snapping his fingers. “You’re deflecting.” He stated, staring at Lance, once again narrowing.

“Uh…no?” Lance smiled. Coran shook his head.

“Do you humans answer everything as questions, or is that just a hereditary thing?” Coran stared at Lance. “Anyway…” Lance groaned. “You say that we live up to impossible expectations. Who is ‘we’?” Coran asked, his voice gentle.

“Everyone else on this ship.” Lance stared at his feet. Coran noticed that this particular human did not like looking into another being’s eyes when stating the truth.

“Nonsense.” He replied, crossing his arms. “You are just as competent.” Lance laughed in response.

“High praise. Thanks.” Lance subtly rolled his eyes.

“You’re welcome.” Coran graciously replied, nodding his head. “Well, it is true. Blue does not choose just anyone.”

“Did…” Lance paused, looking up for once. “Did you know the original blue paladin?” He bit his lip, looking into Coran’s eyes, who was taken aback by the emotion within them. Coran had to look away.

“Yes.” He swallowed thickly, emotion rising. “Yes I did.” Lance looked on, not replying. “They were wonderful. I…I did not know them as well as Allura, but I remember their beaming face. Unfortunately, I remember their last moments the most strongly.” Coran sniffed as tears threatened to swell.

“Sorry.” Lance spoke quietly. Coran drew to his full height, smiling softly.

“Do not be sorry my boy, I just…” He shook his head, trying to get rid of those memories. “They were very good friends with my son.” Coran wiped his eyes. Lance froze.

“Your…your son?” Lance’s eyes were wide.

“Yes.” Coran’s reply was barely a whisper. Then he smiled. “You remind me of him, you know.”

“Oh.” Lance was obviously lost for words.

“Don’t worry, it’s the biggest compliment I can give. You have the same soul, the same passion.” Coran smiled weakly, which was returned by Lance. “If you ever need someone to listen.” He smiled, brighter now. Lance nodded shortly, and walked silently out of the room, before stopping right before the door.

“Same here.” Lance said, with a half-smile. Coran nodded in return, mirroring the action just a few ticks ago.

Coran sighed as Lance left the room. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought his son into it, but…he felt a weight off of his shoulders nonetheless. He only hoped Lance felt the same.


Another done! No one loves Coran enough, imo. By the way, I just want to give huge thanks to @wherethestarsdontshine​ for their headcannons about Coran, because I used a lot of them here in developing his character! They’re such a good writer and you should check out their blog if you like voltron stuff.

(17/4/17: Allura is up along with rest!)

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It’s Always Her pt. 2

James Potter x Reader

Request: Multiple for part 2

A/N: Describing the food was literally so much more detailed than any love scene I’ve ever done

Originally posted by johnintheskywithdiamonds

The dull moonlight shines through the haphazardly curtained windows, keeping Y/N awake for far longer than she had intended to be. James’ incredulous, almost pitying face keeps replaying in her mind and doesn’t fail to make her cringe each time she pictures it.

“You know I – Lily –”

She groans and rolls over, grabbing the pillow and covering her face with it in an attempt to block out everything. It almost works – the suffocating blackness has her drifting off to sleep when the door creaks open.

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The Derby

Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Werewolf!Reader

Summary: Sam finds himself in a sticky situation.

Word Count: 1700+

A/N: My twist on a/b/o dynamics. This is a companion piece to Moonlight (you should read that first).

Warnings: NSFW gif, jealously (reader), pregnant sex, unprotected sex, knotting, slight dom/sub, dirty talk


It’s a waitress at the dive bar where Dean insisted on having lunch that triggers Sam’s rut.

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» the boy at the boardwalk

vernon x reader

gif; mine

word count: 2,280

includes: skaterboarding!vernon who gets distracted by a cutie on the boardwalk + injuries that need tending to + fluffity fluff

✎ feel like i haven’t posted a scenario in forever :(( so have some fluffy vernita!! i’m working on a woozi x wonu x reader fic tht i’m rlly hyped 2 get out so i hope this sates you in the meantime!


Hansol liked to skateboard to work every morning. He took the same route each day, starting from the smooth tile outside his apartment and ending at the glass doors belonging to the town’s diner. He never had an answer as to why his skateboard came with him everywhere. Pictures taken from last year’s Halloween party presented Hansol lousily wrapped in toilet paper, his costume being the ever so original mummy that at least six other people at the party had certainly not been wearing. Hansol liked to claim his costume came out different. He was a skateboarding mummy.

On his best friend’s birthday he had one arm resting thoughtfully around his shoulders, tiny splotches of buttercream frosting across their noses and hardly sticking to their foreheads. Hansol’s skateboard must have also been treated as an equal member to the night for along the black surface were more frosting smears, the board held tightly in Hansol’s other hand. Even when his younger sister fell from the monkey bars and sprained her wrist, pictures taken of her recovery in the hospital room had snippets of Hansol smiling, skateboard sitting in his lap.

Seeing Hansol without his skateboard was like seeing butterflies without wings. A peculiar sight indeed if someone ever managed to glean across it. In fact, something Hansol liked to glean across more than his skateboard, was you.

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Piano Tiles (M) - Pt. 2

Originally posted by kths

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, ft. Yoongi

Genre: Angst, Smut, and a sprinkle of fluff, pianist!y/n, AU

Word Count: 9.5k *high pitched screaming*

Summary: “Love is so short, but forgetting is so long.”

A/N: So. This is the second time I’ve rewritten it, have worked on this version for three months and am fINALLY happy with the way it turned out. It somehow turned grossly mushy at the end, but maybe that’s just the product of my pent up bitterness from the hell that was Valentine ’s Day. ¯\_()_/¯ (partially edited, excuse the errors)

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At the start, the phrase “It will pass with time” was something you had clung desperately to like a life raft. Words not uncommon to the hurt and heartbroken, you hoped such a miracle would apply to you too, despite the fact that you were the one who inflicted the pain. Did God forgive this form of self-harm? For three long years, you had foolishly believed in such a concept. As you grew more preoccupied, thoughts of him faded with each passing day, only to interrupt your transition to forgetting during the most mundane of instances; getting stuck in traffic, or waiting on a laundry load. The worst times were at night when you began to ponder the many what ifs; what if you hadn’t visited him that day, what if Jimin hadn’t shown up that morning, what if you had stayed? Just exactly how far would that have gone? When you were plagued with such thoughts, you simply plugged in your earbuds and played on repeat whatever piece you were working on until you could drift into a fitful sleep. With time, it had gotten easier to forget your time with Jeon Jungkook or to pretend to do so; to lie to yourself and others.

And then the night of your professional debut, the spell was broken.

You haven’t seen him in three long years and it’s unfair how good he looks.

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