he loves in n out and i love in n out

anonymous asked:

hi!!!! one: I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH THANK U FOR BLESSING US WITH IT!!!! two: can i maybe request a sirius thingy where he asks out the reader and she thinks he's joking???? thank u!!!

A/N: you are so sweet and kind and I love you!

“Today’s the day, Prongs.”

“You’re finally going to ask Y/N, out, huh?” James replied, glancing down the table to where you were sitting with a small group of your friends. Sirius nodded his head once and ran his fingers through his long hair, prepping himself to make the moved he had been thinking about ever since second year.

“Good morning, Y/N.” He had quickly made his way over and sat down right next to you. 

“Good morning, Sirius,” you giggled, not sure why he was being so peculiar, so formal.

“So I’ve been thinking,” he started, clearing his throat, “that maybe you’d like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend.” His grey eyes looked over to you and he raised an eyebrow waiting for your answer. The invitation swirled around your head for a moment before you responded.

“Stop it, Sirius. It’s not nice to joke with people like that,” you scoffed, turning back to your breakfast.

“Joke with…joke…wait, I’m not playing, Y/N!” he pleaded. You turned slowly back to him, a confused expression on his face. “Why would you think I’m joking?”

“I don’t know, because you joke about everything?” you said. It was true. He and his friends were constantly joking or playing pranks, and while you had been friends for quite sometime, it was still difficult to tell when the joke was over.

“Well I really want to take you to Hogsmeade this weekend,” Sirius stated simply. You blushed a bit and gave him a small smile.

“You know how upset I’d be if you really were kidding? I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out since–”

“Second year?” he grinned. You just laughed and looked away.

“Something like that, yeah,” you confessed. “Common room at 10?”

“Sounds perfect.” Sirius gave you one last wide smile before getting up and walking back towards James, but not before turning back to watch you lean into your friends, no doubt telling them about what had just happened.

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He’s, doing his best , 

Boyfriend! Jungkook

Dating Jungkook would include:

  • first things first guys
  • you’re always stealing his sweaters
  • “y/n what the fuck come on I was gonna wear that”
  • if he can’t find it he knows you have it
  • secretly loves it
  • so many inside jokes that the boys get bothered
  • jimin always says “what does that even MEAN” 
  • when you and jungkook tell each other an inside joke
  • so many tickle fights turned make out sessions
  • ya’ll make out in the prep room
  • the studio
  • between dance practices
  • in the dorms
  • right in front of jin and namjoon, who just sigh and roll their eyes
  • sex is occasional but when it happens
  • FIRE literal fire bc you guys are so needy for each other
  • the sex is always really sensual
  • never rough, very vanilla
  • and that’s the way you two like it because the only thing on your mind is that you’re with him and that you love him
  • “i miss you”
  • “can you come cuddle with me”
  • “y/n I’m lonelyyyy”
  • opens his arms when he wants to cuddle
  • carries you bridal style upstairs where the two of you bury yourselves in blankets
  • he likes when you’re pretty much laying on top of him
  • because that’s the closest you two can physically get
  • always very worried about you
  • wants to make sure you’re comfortable and wants to help you when you’re sad or stressed
  • always offers to help you with your English homework even though he’s not that great at it
  • literally the sweetest and brings home your favorite food after a particularly rough day
  • always always always trying to teach you how to dance
  • catches you when you trip then slips himself
  • you make fun of his obsession with timbs but when you buy yourself a pair he just smirks at you
  • laughs when you trip but when he trips you make a point to laugh harder
  • usually jimin joins in laughing at that point
  • he’ll get quiet when he’s mad
  • doesn’t smile or talk to anyone
  • you guys don’t fight a lot but when you do it gets the two of you really sad
  • when you fight it’s usually over bigger things like not spending enough time with each other
  • you think he’s overworking himself and he thinks you’re being over dramatic
  • but eventually in the middle of the night after the two of you fought
  • he’ll come upstairs from the couch and lay in your bed and pull you close to him as a way of saying sorry
  • he’ll whisper “y/n i love you”
  • you’ll just hum and roll over so your forehead is touching his chest
  • when you cry he’ll just put you on his lap and stroke your hair and wipe your tears from your eyes
  • and when he’s upset
  • you’ll sit with him and stroke his face and remind him of the inside jokes you two have
  • he always thinks about how grateful he is for you

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Called Out (Part 9)

Summary: Bucky has been crushing on you for a while now, but he refuses to say anything. That is, until he butt-dials you and leaves a voicemail that records a very compromising conversation.

Word Count: 700

Warnings: None.

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A/N: Enjoy, everyone!


A beat and Bucky stepped back, his brow furrowed, wrinkles between his eyebrows. You bit the inside of your cheek as you realized that time was passing by and Bucky wasn’t saying anything back.

“B-Bucky?”

“You love me?”

“Yeah.”

“B-But you heard the voicemail? You heard me telling Steve I loved you?”

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A Lesson in Love (Defining the Relationship)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,206

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED.

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Originally posted by imaginingbucky

“Hello, Y/N.”

“Hey, T,” you respond, moving all of your stuff off the empty desk beside you to make space for T’Challa to sit. He sidesteps a couple of people standing in his way, leaning out of harm’s way when someone swings their arm out without realizing he’s there and slides into the desk with ease. His movements are as catlike and agile as you remember.

“I must admit, I was pretty nervous when Hill said she was choosing who was going to read over our drafts.” He reaches into his backpack and pulls out a folder. It’s black, which doesn’t surprise you; it’s safe to say that black is his favorite color. “But when she called my name after yours, I felt like I could breathe again.”

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Beauty and the Beast AU (1)

Summary: Y/N has always been in love with fairy-tales. They give her an escape from the dark and blood world she lives in. With the new Beauty and the Beast movie coming out soon she’s excited as could be. Her boyfriend Dean however has a few issues with it. 

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, OFC, Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Language, heavy making out, fondling, almost smut, angst, a lot of fighting

Word Count: 5,433 (I’m not even sorry)

A/N: This is my fist part to my Beauty and the Beast AU. Hug thank you to @love-kittykat21 for beta reading and helping me with this! Feedback is always welcomed and I hope you enjoy it as much as I am!

Originally posted by gameraboy

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56



“Hey,” a large hand gripped your shoulder, shaking you gently, “Y/N wake up.” Grimacing, you pulled yourself away from Dean’s body looking up at Sam. He had a big smile on his face,  the alarm clock illuminating his face. Looking at the harsh, glaring, green numbers you groaned. It was barely six in the morning and Sam was ready to get going. “Get up, I wanna tell you something.” His voice was soft and timid, attempting not to wake his brother up.

“Okay, just give me a second.” You whispered back to him, getting up as slowly as you could, Dean simply turned away, pulling the crisp white sheets along with him.

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Wake Up Call

Characters: Y/N (reader), Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Sam Winchester

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut, Oral (male receiving), implied smut, lots of pics with little text lol, one explicit gif under the cut.     

Wordcount: 1300ish

A/N: So this is just something I threw together really quickly since very slow me only just now realized it was Dean’s birthday and I wanted something to post at midnight EST for him.

Thanks to the amzingly wonderful @blacktithe7 for betaing this for me. 

You had had the day all planned out for weeks. There was no rush. You had packed your bags last night after having chased a grumpy Dean out of the room.

He said he didn’t want you to do anything for his birthday. That it was just any other day. You knew he was lying. He loved when you did things for him. It made him feel loved and special, and you loved to make him feel that way. So no amount of sulking could get you to tell him about your plans, which was what his pouting really was about.

Dean was not good at not knowing. He loved planning little get aways for you, but if the shoe was on the other foot, he turned into a whiney 5 year old. That was until the secret was revealed to him anyway. Then he would always look like a 5 year old on Christmas morning.

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Faster?

Summary: You and your boyfriend break up and you use Bucky to release your pent up frustrations. 

Warnings: Smut (including masturbation and penetration)

Word Count: Almost 3000

A/N: Let me know if you want to be tagged in any Bucky smuts in the future

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A Way to You Again: Part 7

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst, Panic Attacks

Word Count:  1350

Catch Up Here

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for the request. 

DRAMA!

I always love hearing from you guys <3.

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Originally posted by sansqstark

The next few minutes were a blur of me screaming expletives shrilly at Steve. “STEVEN FUCKING GRANT ROGERS – YOU LITTLE SHIT!” I yelled as I punched him in the arm.

“Hey! We could wreck! Maybe take it out on me later?” he asked as he rolled his eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked – trying to keep my voice level and failing miserably.

He shrugged somewhat apologetically. “Look – I’ve known Buck for a long time. He’s miserable without you, but he thinks you’re better off without him. He was driving himself crazy about it but refused to even listen to Tony when he said he knew where you were. He’s stubborn – there’s just no way around it,” he explained defensively – keeping an eye on me to make sure no further punches were in his immediate future.

“So… so he has no idea I’m coming?” I asked nervously as I chewed on my bottom lip.

“No,” Steve responded matter-of-factly. “But I can assure you he will be relieved when he sees you,” he added.

“Steve, pull over for a second,” I choked out as pure panic gripped me.

“Oh come on, Y/N! You can’t drive!” he whined.

“Pull over!” I yelled. The urgency in my voice finally prompted him to oblige. I jumped out of the car before it had fully stopped and ran into the nearby field where I promptly fell to my knees and vomited. I wiped my mouth with the back of my shaking hand as I rose unsteadily to my feet. So Bucky didn’t initiate this. He hadn’t even tried. His best friend was fighting for me and he wasn’t even trying. As I trudged back to the car I wished that I had never agreed to come back. I was better off alone.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked quietly as I climbed back into my seat and closed the door behind me.

“Why didn’t you tell me Steve?” I asked as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.

He was quiet for a moment before he turned to me. “Because I knew you would never come back if I told you. What kind of friend would I be to either of you if I sat by idly and let you both ruin this?” When I looked into his eyes I knew that he meant it. He wanted so desperately for things to be fixed, but for some reason I doubted it would ever happen. I smiled at him weakly as he pulled the car back onto the interstate. The sudden feeling of panic had completely drained my energy. I resolved myself to finally lay my head back down on my makeshift pillow and close my eyes wearily. Within minutes I had fallen fast asleep.


“Y/N,” Steve whispered as he shook me softly. I grunted in reply. Why was he being so persistent in trying to wake me up? I just wanted to sleep a little longer.

“Go away,” I muttered grumpily as I tried to shoo his hands away from my arm.

“We’re here,” he finally said out of exasperation. This caused me to wake fully with a start.

“Oh,” I muttered nervously as I looked around the parking garage of Stark Tower. Bucky’s motorcycle was parked two spaces down – my heart almost jumped through my chest when I saw it.

“I’ll get your bags,” Steve responded as I exited the car.

The elevator ride was mostly quiet. Even after the nearly four-hour nap I had taken on the way to the tower I was exhausted. More than anything I wanted to escape to my room, take a long hot shower, and rest. The idea of seeing Bucky after the long drive was exhausting within itself. As the elevator doors opened we were greeted with laughter from the common room.

“Yo! Y/N!” Sam yelled from the couch – waving at me. “How was your vacation?” I smiled warmly at him and saw Tony turn to face me from one of the many chairs in the room. He offered me a small wink of hello. He had kept up the façade for me, god bless him, no one but those involved knew.

“It was great Sam, thanks,” I managed to respond back quietly.

“Who are you talking to?” Bucky called to Sam as he walked out of the kitchen – Natasha following closely behind. Sam didn’t have time to respond before Bucky’s eyes found me – the plate of food he had been carrying fell to the floor and shattered.

“Hi Buck,” I responded quietly, averting my eyes from him.

“Dude, what the fuck? You need help carrying your food around, grandpa?” Sam chastised as Bucky scrambled to the floor to carefully pick up the shards of glass and food that now littered it. It gave me an easy out.

“Well the drive was exhausting so I’m… erm… gonna head to my room to rest for awhile. I’ll be up in a few hours,” I muttered as I turned on my heel and fled towards the hallway that led to our rooms.

“Don’t forget – team dinner and meeting at seven!” Tony called casually behind me. I sighed as I neared my door— It wasn’t going to be easy to hideout in my room after all.


“Are you okay?” Steve whispered as he closed the door to my room behind him.

“Um.. yeah… I think so,” I responded lamely as I shifted uneasily. The sight of Nat being so close to Bucky made me want to scream.  “I think I’m just going to take a shower and sleep for a few more hours. I feel exhausted,” I muttered.

“Okay, let me know if you need anything. I’ll make sure you’re up for the meeting.” Steve smiled warmly at me as he opened the door.

“Steve?”

“Yeah, Y/N?”

“Will you lock the door before you close it, please?” He smiled sadly before turning the lock and closing the door behind him.

I sighed shakily as I sat on the corner of my bed. The last night I had spent in this room had been with Bucky and things had been so perfect. Now everything was all twisted up, and I didn’t know if there was a way to fix it. I pushed off the bed and headed to the shower – determined that it was exactly what I needed.


“What the hell were you thinking, Buck?” I could hear Steve’s raised voice through the wall. Dinner was less than an hour away so I grudgingly opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. Since Bucky’s room shared a wall with mine it was impossible to not hear the conversation that was unfolding on the other side.

“I don’t know, Steve,” Bucky responded gruffly.

“How about you try better than that?” Steve had hidden his anger pretty well for me, but he wasn’t holding back on his friend. It was the maddest I had ever heard him.

“Listen, I was lonely. You know what that’s like, right? She was there, and it was just a casual thing. It happened a few times… I know I shouldn’t have let it, but it did. I knew it was wrong so I ended it.”

“And then you did the same thing to Y/N?” Steve asked incredulously.

“It… No. I know it looks the same, but it isn’t. She’s different. It’s different with her. Well… it was different with her,” he added sadly.

“This is your mess, Buck. You better make it right with her,” Steve added before the slam of Bucky’s door rattled the wall.

There was a gentle knock at my door that caused me to shoot up out of the bed. “Who is it?” I asked nervously.

“It’s me,” Steve’s voice replied softly from the other side of the door. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” I called as I grabbed a zip up sweater and put it on absentmindedly. I opened the door and could immediately feel the tension rolling off of Steve.

“Are you okay?” I asked cautiously.

“Yeah, let’s get to dinner,” he responded as I followed him out of the room.


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A Badass Surprise

Request: “how is my wife more badass than me?” / shawn is stressed on tour and Andrew flies y/n out to surprise him

a/n: this one was really rushed but i wanted to get something out to you all!! i have a fairly busy week this week with tests and papers so i might be a bit mia!!! 

           Touring was stressful for Shawn.  You could tell by the late night text messages and voicemails he would leave you when he should be asleep, resting for the night’s show. He wasn’t like this when the two of you were dating, so the recent stress might stem from how this is the first time he’s been away on an extended tour since being married.

           While Shawn was away, you kept up with your job to keep you busy.  Being a wedding planner was something you loved more than words could describe. You love the aspect of two families together becoming one.  Even though planning the event is probably the most stressful thing ever, it all makes it worth it when you see the glowing smiles of the two people coming together out of love.  It was also why you didn’t plan your own wedding.

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나 열나 (Fever) - Rap
  • 나 열나 (Fever) - Rap
  • NIEL (니엘)
Play

Niel’s rap in ‘Fever’

YES THAT’S HIM RAPPING

YES IT IS VERY HARD TO BELIEVE

Loving You

Paring: Archie Andrews x Reader

Requested: Yes :)

Warnings: Cursing, Short AF

Request: Hello:) I was wondering if you could make an Imagine about Archie Andrews loving the reader?


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Sister

Group/Member: BTS/Jungkook ft. Jin

Words: 525

Genre: fluff, smut

Summary: Jungkook and y/n have been hiding something from Jin

Request: anonymous

A/N: Okay I need to get out of this mood, because when I began writing this, there were no plans for smut at all, yet as I was writing it, it came out. I decided to keep it because it fits. Also I chose Jin to be the brother because the only Jin scenarios we have have been for the series I’m doing. No one’s requested him. Please love our Eomma! He deserves love too! #Respectthehyungline Hope you enjoy! ~Admin Unnie

Originally posted by mvssmedia

I knocked on the dorm door, and was greeted by none other than my older brother. “Oppa!” I threw my arms around him. “Woah there, don’t damage me! I’m a very busy man with a very busy schedule!” Jin laughed out. I pulled away and rolled my eyes. “Whatever.”

We walked further into the dorm, headed towards the living room. “I know you just got here, but I got called into the studio to record some lines, so I hope it’s okay to leave you here with Jungkook.” He points to where Jungkook is sitting on the couch playing Piano Tiles on his phone. He looked up when he heard his name and smiled at me. I smiled back. “It shouldn’t take too long, and we can hang out when I get back.” Jin continued.

I tore my gaze away from Jungkook to look at Jin. “Yeah, that’s fine! Good luck on your recording!” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and gave me a side hug while kissing the top of my head. “Be good you two.” He pointed at both of us and gave us a look before leaving.

As soon as I heard the door close, and was sure he was gone, I sat on Jungkook’s lap and gave him a peck on the lips. “Finally. I thought he’d never leave.” He breathed out before kissing me again. I pulled away. “Come on, that’s my brother, your hyung. He’s not that bad.”

“I know.” He rubbed his hands up and down my arms. “But it gets kind of annoying when I can’t kiss you because he’s around.”

“Well…” I moved myself around so that I had a leg on each side of him. “You can kiss me now.” He smiled and leaned up to kiss me, not even asking for permission before sticking his tongue past my lips.

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would that make you stay?

pairing: john laurens x reader

prompt: laurens keeps bringing home girls and the roommate reader gets fed up and plans to move out but john confesses something first

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex

word count: 1741 lol

a/n: two fics in a night LETS GO big thanks to my love @imdedicatingeverydaytoyou for being my sounding board (also bc she loves john) okay ily goodnight xo



“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You huffed on the phone. It was the third night in a row that John asked you to leave so he could bring a girl home. Mind you, it was three in the morning.

“Please, Y/N!”

“I hope you get an STD.” You sighed, climbing out of bed and ending the phone call.

You were John’s roommate. Both of you were working, but not enough to pay the bills. After knowing him (and maybe liking him) since fifth grade, it seemed only normal for the two of you to move in together. Still, when you agreed to sharing an apartment, you figured you’d be allowed to sleep in it once and a while.

John wouldn’t deny that he didn’t feel at least a little guilt for continuously waking you up to have emotionless sex. After the night before, he had promised not to do it again.

Then he got fired.

It was something about budget cuts that he knew was bullshit, but he still went out to the bar that night. And he still woke you up.

You used the key Eliza had given you a few months before to get into her apartment next door, slouching down on the couch. She was tired of waking up when John needed a quick fuck and you needed a quick escape route.

Even then, you couldn’t sleep listening to the mindless moans through the paper thin walls. Twice you almost rapped your fist on the wall to get them to shut up.

John wasn’t always this inconsiderate. Really. It mostly started senior year. He had the biggest crush on you, but when he tried to ask you to prom, Taylor Jacobs beat him to it. Even then, he thought he could make it work with you. He tried to make you jealous at first, sleeping around with a few girls when he went to college. It wasn’t working though. You had started seeing some guy named Chad and obviously weren’t interested in him, right?

Wrong. You had wanted John to ask you to junior prom, let alone senior prom. When Taylor asked you, you felt bad. Besides, if John hadn’t asked you then, he probably wasn’t even planning on asking you in the first place. Still, your heart broke when Taylor forced his tongue down your throat and the only person you wanted to cry to was off screwing Miranda Lysol. It only got worse from there.


The following morning, after being sure that the girl had left, you walked back into your apartment. You nearly slipped on a stray jacket that John must’ve thrown in the chaos. You rolled your eyes.

You couldn’t help but be a little pissed that he had woken you up again last night. You weren’t sleeping much lately and he knew that. Your mind was elsewhere as you reached for the cup, it slipping through your grasp and smashing onto the floor.

“Shit!” You shouted, jumping back. John came rushing in, immediately nervous.

“Are you okay?!” He was panicking.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m fine. I just - I just dropped a glass.”

He bent down the second you did, causing your foreheads to hit.

“Dammit, John! Just -“ you instantly felt bad. His eyes were sad and you couldn’t help but feel awful for snapping. “I’ve got it. Go get ready for work or whatever.“

All feelings of guilt faded the second his jaw clenched at your words and he stood up.

“Fine. Do it yourself.” He huffed, walked towards his bedroom.

You outwardly sighed; fighting was exhausting and it was merely seven in the morning. Why was it that lately, your fighting seemed around the clock?

Before the late nights, it wasn’t like this. The two of you always moved seamlessly with one another. But the longer he stayed out, the more girls he brought home, the worse the two of you got.

John came back out a few minutes later to see you putting the last of the shattered glass in the waste basket. He tried to shove down the pang of guilt he felt as he watched you work alone.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“For what?” You snapped slightly. Part of you was angry with him, the other half of you just wanted to curl up next to him and ignore what was going on.

You ignored the cuddly side of you and gritted your teeth together. He opened his mouth to speak, but you had been pushed far enough.

“For waking me up? For being an ass?”

“Listen, I had a bad day too -“

“For making everything about yourself?”

“God, Y/N, don’t be so petty.”

“Excuse me?” Now you were pissed; all thoughts of forgiveness set aside for the moment. “I’m petty, yet I let you bring home countless girls without even considering myself!”

“Oh, you martyr.” He mocked, crossing his arms. You were pissed. What the hell was wrong with him? Did he not see how rude he was being?

You stood with your mouth agape, throwing up your hands in surrender, walking towards your bedroom.

“Good, walk away. Wouldn’t be the first time -“ he snapped.

Your head turned so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash, “You’re fucking with me, right? You’ve got to be fucking with me because there is no way in hell that you would actually be this much of an asshole at,” you glanced at your watch, “7:08 in the morning.”

He shrugged, “Sorry that I want to have fun once in a while.”

“No,” you snapped, “Once is a while is not what you’re doing.”

He scoffed, “Just because you haven’t gotten laid in a while -“

“Really, Laurens? You are bringing my sex life into this?”

“What sex life?”

You stopped. He instantly regretted saying it, immediately trying to apologize. You held up your hand to stop him, closing your eyes only to feel burning tears fall.

“I’m moving out.”


A week later, you were moving the last box to your car when you noticed a frame at the top. Inside it was a picture of you and John from high school. You had just started to get over your awkward phase and John was growing his curls out. You smiled at the photo, a little embarrassed that you still had it.

“That was one of my favorite photos,” John said, startling you.

He scratched the back of his neck, “Sorry.”

You shrugged, looking back down at the photo.

“You really don’t have to go,” John said softly.

You shook your head, “I’ll be pissed at myself if I don’t.”

“I’ll be pissed at myself if you do,” he retorted.

You sighed a little. If you left, you were risking your friendship. If you stayed, you were risking your patience. Then again, you never really had much of the latter.

“I fucked up.” He said finally, making you raise your eyebrows. He had started to pace a little.

“I should have never brought home any of those girls, I really shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have come home so late every night, I should’ve listened more, I -“ he continued to ramble.

“John,” you tried.

“I’m sorry.” He said finally. You tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered when he looked at you.

“It’s okay. There’s nothing you could say that would make me stay, okay? I’m leaving because I don’t want to lose you.”

“But,” he squeezed his eyes shut like he was trying to keep his tears in, “But what if by leaving I’m losing you?”

“John,” you started.

“If you’re going to leave, I need you to know that those girls meant nothing to me, okay? Those girls -“ he was pacing again, “Those girls were nothing more than for me to fill my heart because God,” he ran his hands through his hair, “Because the one girl that I’ve been longing for since middle school has never looked at me the way I look at her.”

Your brows furrowed at this and he looked at you, eyes wet and glossy.

“What if I told you that I’ve been in love with you since the seventh grade. Would that make you stay? Or would I be pushing you further out the door?” Your breathing was shallow.

“I shouldn’t have said that.” He said, his eyes locked to yours. Your heart broke a little before he continued, “I shouldn’t have said that because you probably think I’m toying with you. You probably think that I’m just trying to get you to stay, but honestly I just can’t imagine you leaving.”

You stood up, never taking your eyes off his.

“Because if you leave, I don’t know what I’ll do with myself.”

You’re entire being was fighting itself. Part of you wanted to grab his face and kiss the hell out of him. Part of you wanted to knee him in the balls.

“Please say something.”

You took in a sharp breath, “If you loved me, why would you bring those girls into our flat? If you loved me, why wouldn’t you fight for me? If you loved me, why wouldn’t you tell me before I’m about to walk out that damn door.” Your words were steady, but your voice was getting louder.

“When you love someone, you fight for them. You don’t fuck them over for the hell of it,” you said.

Angry tears were hot on your cheeks, “When you love someone, you tell them, dammit!” You were shaking. John had never looked so broken.

John took a step closer to you, “If I told you, you might’ve left.”

“So why now?” You said. Your words were sharp.

“I’ve got nothing to lose,” he paused, “except for you.”

Within an instant, his mouth was on yours, searing kisses pressing to your lips. John had his hands on your waist, pulling you flush against him. He held you tightly, scared to death that he might actually lose you.

When the two of you parted, your lips were red and swollen. Your breathing was heavy as you looked up to him.

“I’m not going any where,” you said.