he needed his best friend and his love

Another depressing-ish theory!

So I’m sure you all remember this part of CH.3, where the Colonel said he was sucked into the board game Jumanji?  We all thought it was just a funny reference Mark threw in to make us laugh?  Something to make the situation less tense?

But then we get this?

Safari Hunt Gone Wrong.  And there’s Colonel, right on the front cover.

I think Colonel was a sane man at some point, but something happened on this trip.  What happened, I don’t know, but I think it was enough to drive him a little crazy.  It made him more dangerous and unpredictable, but he’s still the lovable Colonel.

But then everything goes crazy, and Damien and Selene are nowhere to be found, and everyone around him is telling him to leave.  And he’s not going to leave, he NEEDS to find his friends, and it doesn’t matter who stands in his way.  That includes the Detective.  And us.

And it’s so sad because Damien and Selene are aware of his lack of sanity.  They knew him before he went mad, and they go out of their way to defend him; he was a good person, he’s just too…dangerous.  They still love him, no matter how horrible his actions become.  

And when we come back as Dark, the Colonel Wilford is elated!  He didn’t kill anyone, they’re just playing a prank on him!  He’s calling out for Selene and Damien, his best friends to come out already!  The jokes over, they got him good, what a prank they pulled!  But it isn’t a prank, and we can see the shift from the Colonel to Wilford.  The final snap.  The last of his sanity and understanding of death gone.

But Dark isn’t mad.  No, not at all.  Because Dark is still a combination of Selene and Damien, and those two still love the Colonel.  Even after the Colonel starts going by the name Wilford Warfstache, he’s still their best friend.  And he always will be.  

“I respect you Wil, I always have.” 

someone in bts : sometimes I don’t like myself

taehyung : *ear twitches, races in their direction at 120 mph, knocks random innocent staff member down the stairs, breaks down the door, backflips over the couch, pulls that members love binder from the 12 binder pile that he carries on his back* My 1007th favorite thing about you is your nose, here’s my collage of it and a summary about why I think it’s perfect, my 1006th favorite thing about you is-

xNFx Friends


ENFJ:

  • Seems very chill and easygoing.
  • Is easygoing indeed, but camouflages stress very well.
  • Has a tendency to prioritize everyone that matters to him.
  • Can be very withdrawn when it comes to his feelings.
  • Stupid (yet funny) misunderstandings happen because he refuses to be “selfish” (meaning he refuses to tell what he thinks/feels).
  • Always creates a friendly atmosphere.
  • Has the most genuine smile.
  • Loyal™.
  • Has been in love with his best friend ever since they met.
  • Good student, is not really at the top of the class.
  • Every time he gets in trouble, it’s ENTP’s fault.
  • Healthy lack of ambition.
  • High emotional intelligence.
  • Has a very solid routine
  • assuming responsibilities has become one of his hobbies.
  • Bookworm. Loves novels.

Common phrases include:

–  “Let’s hear their version first”.
–  “Call me if you need anything”.
–  “It’s no bother”.
– “But what about my heart?” (As a response to INTP and ISTP telling him he should care less).

INFP:

  • Sees everything, understands everything, says little, does nothing.
  • Prefers to be unnoticed.
  • Incredibly intelligent.
  • But the lack of motivation is real (drives INTJ nuts “such a wasted talent”).
  • She secretly is the main nexus of the group since she’s adopted them all.
  • Sleep deprived™.
  • Has become one of ENFJ’s closest friends.
  • Can see the best and worst of everyone.
  • Soft and delicate (but don’t mess with her loved ones).
  • Has a very specific “yeah, we knew that” look with INFJ.

Common phrases include:

–  "You shouldn’t have said that" (whispered to ISTP’s blunt self).
–  "I’m never fixing others’ problems again" (fixes everyone’s problems).
–  "Are you sure that’s a good idea?“


INFJ:

  • His academical success in a specific subject depends like 40% on his interest and 60% on his opinion about the teacher.
  • Is not the best student.
  • Still has many generic skills (such as good analysis and writing) of useful application.
  • Spends his free time reading whenever he is not in small groups of friends.
  • Witty puns. 
  • Feels like he is always wasting his time.
  • He likes to pretend that nothing really affects him that much, but he cares very deeply.
  • Whenever in larger groups of people, he remains quiet and silently analyzes everyone.
  • A lot of smirks.
  • And a lot of dark humour.
  • He looks tough, but his skin is too thin for all his emotions.
  • Has a thirst for knowledge.
  • Normally keeps his conclusions for himself.
  • The result is that he knows much more than people are aware of.
  • He doesn’t look forward to being the center of attention, but he handles it quite smoothly.
  • ISTP and INTP find him very entertaining.

Common phrases include:

–  "Humans suck. And I’m human, so I suck, too”.
–  "Yeah… I already knew that".
–  "Oh, is that so, you *insert witty insult*“.
–  "Sorry, can’t talk now, I’m busy regretting all my decisions”.


ENFP:

  • Thinks rules are important but is constantly breaking them unconsciously.
  • Good friend™.
  • Says “I’m sorry” way too much.
  • Kind heart.
  • Smiles a lot.
  • Starts everything, ends nothing.
  • Has tried all extracurricular activities.
  • Says she’s not afraid of commitment and responsibility.
  • Can’t commit to an ice-cream flavour.
  • Very difficult to upset. Unless you mess up with her loved ones.

Common phrases include:

–  "But it’s so cute" (as a response ro ENTJ best friend telling her something is useless).
–  "Planning? I think I’ll pass".
–  "Oh, no… Oh, no" (every time she realises there was work to do).


Shared traits

  • Compassionate and caring beings.
  • Strong sense of others.
  • Solid moral base.
  • They care more than they would like to admit.
  • Might be to a higher (ENFJ and ENFP) or lower (INFJ and INFP) degree but they believe the world can actually work better.
  • Yes to deep meaningful conversations.
  • Self loath danger.
  • Need to feel in the mood in order to do something.
  • Easiest way to lose their trust forever: make them feel used and/or manipulated.

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IxxJ squad

xNTx squad



Ok, actually… you’re kinda right. I mean, they just keep punching each other and we’re calling it “being in love”.

Originally posted by dvnkens

Originally posted by teenwolfhowl

Originally posted by teenwolfhowl

And they can’t absolutely stand each other…

Originally posted by inter-somniac

Originally posted by emwatsxn

Also when they were in the hospital in 6x09 and Theo said:

You’re going first.
That’s the only reason I’m with you.
Because while they’re busy wrapping a whip around your neck, or shooting a hole in your head, I’ll be running the other direction.
I’m on your side as long it helps me.

Originally posted by colormayfade

And then Liam said:

I also think whatever happened to you, you deserved it.
When the Ghost Riders find us, I’m not gonna do anything for you.
I’m not gonna help you.
I’m not gonna save you.
I’m gonna do exactly what you would do to me.
I’m gonna use you as bait.

Oh, hang on a second.

Didn’t they save each other from a ghost rider right after that?

And isn’t this Liam saving Theo?

Originally posted by all-decay

And isn’t this Theo saving Liam in the exact same way?

Originally posted by theoraken

And again…

Originally posted by fakehappyalec

Also, is that Theo worrying about Liam?

Originally posted by fytwolf

Originally posted by vxidability-nolan

Originally posted by colormayfade

Originally posted by theoraken

HE PUT A HAND ON HIS SHOULDER AFTER THIS

Originally posted by wolfiehunters

Theo: I went trough all of this to keep you from being taken.

Plus, in 6x15…

Theo: Those two losers killed hunters.
Liam: Who killed their pack.
Theo: So what? I mean, Monroe’s gonna tear through anything standing between her and them. That means you, Lydia, Malia and Scott.

Oh, and here’s Theo looking at Liam with heart eyes!!

Originally posted by animeteenwolflover

Originally posted by asplittingoffrerard

Originally posted by tfimtrash

Originally posted by aztechale

HE WAS IMPRESSED BY LIAM

Originally posted by iamlonelyinvisibly

Theo not only saved Nolan, but he stopped Liam from doing something he would’ve regretted.

Originally posted by wolfiehunters

Originally posted by fytwolf

Liam can’t stand Theo but

Theo: You made the plan.
You wanted me to help.
Liam: If I needed your help for anything, it’ll be so I get angry enough to kill you myself.
Theo: You brought me here because that thing that came out of the Wild Hunt is affecting you, too.

Not Scott, his alpha. Not Mason, his best friend. He choose Theo.

What’s more, they’re such an amazing duo.

Originally posted by imagine-everything-blog

Originally posted by bloggergirl29

We’ll see them kicking Gabe’s ass as well

In season 5 Theo actually said:

I love this kid.

Originally posted by hotdamntheoraeken

And let’s not forget who made all this possible by bringing Theo back…

Originally posted by winifredwevansedits

In conclusion, yeah, you’re right, they make no sense.

But I’m not sure we’re watching the same tv show.

AU. Demon Keith & Little Takashi (10/12 yo)

Story! (sorry for the typos):

They meet each other in a forest near Shiro’s grandpa home in a old town. People don’t like the forest for the legends of nasty demons (galra) the humans are protected by the Alteans (a nice demons?) they’re not angels.

Shiro is a noisy kid so when he see Keith for the first time, he was in awe bc the demon was so beautiful & small (demons are big and scary, no?).  So Shiro can’t shut his mouth and spurtle how pretty Keith was. Since then both have gradually become friends, Keith even distrusting because humans are super irrational and aggressive. Shiro didnt worry because Keith had no evil presence.

No one knew about Shiro’s new friend and he was going to keep it a secret. For several summers, Shiro visited Keith until his parents need to travel for business and need to leave the country. They were both overwhelmed. Shiro was going to lose his best friend (and crush). But he promised Keith that he would return to his side, no matter what!

Surprised, Keith smiled at him (Shiro loved the demon smiles!) And made a little pinky promise

15 Facts about Jason Todd from Rebirth so far:

1) Jason has a favorite gargoyle.
2) Jason is a lightweight.
3) Jason thought that any man who set foot on Themyscira go BOOM! (I still laugh every time I read it like where did he even hear that?)
4) It was revealed that Jason never wanted to come back to life. (ouch)
5) Jason never had toys grown up.
6) Currently, Jason is controlling Gotham’s underworld.
7) Jason visit the Wayne manor sometimes when Bruce isn’t around which imply that he spent some alone time with Alfred.
8) Both Jason and Bruce reached out an understanding where they both agreed that they are fighting for the same cause, but with different methods.
9) Jason had a dog when he lived with his parents.
10) Jason has a better relationship with the rest of the robins than he did before and officially a member of the batfamily again.
11) Jason still make Bruce laugh after all these years.
12) Jason and Bruce have their own special Batmobile burger bonding moments.
13) Jason is good at giving advices when it’s needed, but he’s a horrible listener! (lol)
14) Jason love Gotham and think it’s a beautiful city despite all the horrible things in it.
15) Jason’s favorite gargoyle is actually his best friend (and only friend) growing up.

the signs as people i've met

aries: passionate. she was intense and unforgiving in the way that she loved. she never let anything get in the way of what she wanted, she saw an opportunity and took it. she was independent, but when she loved, she loved hard.
taurus: strong. she needed no one and she made that clear. she didn’t let anything distract her from her goal and she worked hard to get where she wanted to be. she was tense but a free spirit.
gemini: blunt. he made his attempts and wants clear, and didn’t beat around the bush. he was an open book, and even when he tried to hide things you could see right through him.
cancer: sensitive. she took everything very personally and she made no attempt to have a harder shell. she loved deeply and widely and had a big heart.
libra: wild. she had a huge heart and loved everyone as much as she could. she took every opportunity to be spontaneous as she could, and she never took no for an answer.
virgo: light-heartded. she never took anything too seriously. she did her best to cheer up anyone who had pain in their hearts, and chased butterflies and picked flowers. she lived a happy life.
leo: inspiring. he spoke so wisely and knew so much more than i did. he seemed so much older, not in how he acted but the way that he thought. he spoke so peacefully, like he knew exactly what his place in the world was.
scorpio: fearless. he was strong and had a powerful, demanding voice. he got what he wanted without hurting a fly. he was confident and lived off adrenaline like it was coffee.
saggitarius: entertaining. in the best possible way, he loved attention. he did his best to entertain his friends and loved making people laugh. he easily caught my attention constantly.
capricorn: independent. he needed no one and nothing. he was fun to talk to and knew what he wanted in life. he didn’t need or ask for validation from anyone, and i would be surprised if he ever does.
aquarius: deep. in the most serious way, he loved so deep, laughed so hard, and did everything more intense than anyone i’ve ever met. he had such deep thoughts and hopes and dreams.
pisces: optimistic. she saw the best in everyone. she had hopes and dreams that were unrealistic, but she ignored anyone who told her she couldn’t make it. she loved the world, and saw nothing but the positive.

BTS As Boyfriends (Based on Astrology) - Hyung Line

warning: large amounts of fluff ahead

Maknae Line version here

Jin

  • the fun boyfriend
  • sagitariuses are the free spirits in the zodiac
  • they crave excitement and fun in every aspect of their lives
  • he’d take u to somewhere new every date
  • to the movies, amusement parks, concerts, and more
  • loves the outdoors and nature 
  • so lots of scenic camping dates by a pretty lake
  • traveling around the world together
  • one month you’d be exploring jeju island
  • and another backpacking across europe
  • never a dull moment
  • wants to do everything with u 
  • sagittariuses love learning new things 
  • listens to everything u have to say
  • deep philosophical conversations about politics or world peace
  • would take you to those couple salsa dancing classes and embarrass both of u
  • very honest and open
  • so there’d be no secrets or misunderstandings
  • likes his independence and wants a partner who trusts him 100%
  • his capricorn venus makes him a classic gentleman
  • who treats his partner like royalty
  • he’ll take a while to confess his true feelings
  • but once he does there no question that he’s yours
  • very devoted 
  • invites u to formal events and shows u off to all his friends
  • shows his love through big gestures
  • like buying u a gigantic teddy bear 
  • or sending 10 rose bouquets to ur work
  • surprises u with gorgeous dresses and lingerie
  • takes u out to fancy restaurants
  • and when u get worried about the price tags he just smiles and reminds u that he’s The Kim Seokjin, son of a CEO and owner of BigHit, he’ll take care of everything
  • but it wouldn’t always be about going out
  • loves to spend time with u at home to cuddle and unwind
  • and make u laugh endlessly
  • knows exactly how to cheer u up when ur down
  • honestly the ideal guy 
  • an actual prince charming

Originally posted by taectless

Yoongi

  • the soft boyfriend
  • when he falls in love he falls in love hard

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Voltron prompt

Altea orphanage.

That is where they all met. They were all orphaned at young ages and and over time they formed strong bonds between each other.

The first to go was Allura. her uncle Coran heard about her fathers death, and while he was just a young man, he couldn’t stand to see Alura go to some other family. 

Next to go was Hunk. He was adopted by a nice woman who’s husband had died and she wanted a child but not without her husband.

Then it was Pidge. She was more adopted by her new brother than the couple. The two of them instantly hitting it off and were practically inseparable.

So it was just Keith, Shiro, and Lance left. They became closer then all the other kids. Always together, holding hands, sharing lunches. They were best friends and nothing could take that away from them.

Nothing except adoption.

Keith and Shiro were adopted in the same week, leaving Lance alone at the orphanage. After he was left alone, he closed himself off. He didn’t talk to other kids, didn’t play like he used to, and didn’t engage when couples came in looking to adopt.

Years went by and his memories of his best friends began to fade away. He still missed them but now he couldn’t remember how they looked or if he would even recognize them if he saw them again. If they would remember him.

He started helping out in the orphanage more. playing with the younger kids and helping the new arrivals to adjust. Soon all the kids loved him and if they ever needed anything they would go to him for help. So When Lance turned Eighteen he was asked by Altea orphanage to stay and work with the kids, he accepted.

One day while he was helping one of the kids while also trying to feed one of the new babies, he was called to the front desk.

Standing in the front hall was five people. Five people that looked like complete strangers but also looked very familiar.

Realization dawned on him moments later and he rushed to hug the people he had missed for so long.

With everybody securely wrapped around Lance, Pidge broke the silence with words that brought tears to his eyes.

“You don’t know how long we’ve been looking for you.”

Bruise [ III ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 9.1k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

Bruise Masterlist

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

The white cream swirled about in the dark coffee in front of you, your fingers clasped around the warm, pastel orange mug as the steam floated up in hazy waves. There were signs of life all around you, couples sharing intimate lunches and students laughing away their course work. The street outside the window in front of you was busy, bustling with people and lined with fall kissed trees, branches adorned in warm tones, rustling when a breeze blew. Despite the heat of life all around you, you felt cold, like your bones were made of ice, like your heart was encased in snow. The book across the table was pushed aside as Minseok sat back down, coffee in hand and round golden glasses perched on his nose as he exhaled heavily, ready to listen.

“Do you want to start or should I?”

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skam fic rec masterpost

here’s a huge fic rec list of some fics that i have read and am currently reading and im in love with

big thanks to fic writers! yall are amazing and so important to the fandom <3

(ps i’m so sorry i had to shorten up the summaries on some of them so it wouldnt be too long!!)

(pps i update this very frequently as i read so feel free to come back from time to time to look for any new fics!)

make sure you read the trigger warnings for some fics as they can get angsty

okay here we go :) happy reading <3

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Cat Got Your Tongue Pt.2 (M)

Taco’s not so fluffy anymore, and you run into quite a few unexpected faces.

Word count: 7.4 k

Genre: Comedy, smut, fluff, a touch of angst, a lot of naked Tae

A/N: Hi! I’m so sorry this took forever to come out and I really hope I did it justice. Thank you everyone who was so patient with me, I really appreciate you all and your understanding means a lot to me. I hope you enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think! Special thanks to @jiminniemouse @seoulscapes & @kittae for proofreading this trash and motivating me to complete it!

Part 1 here

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The Long Game - Derek Hale Imagine

Requested by @derangedangelImagine request :) Reader is the same age as Scott & the others but has a crush on Derek & is always flirting with him but Derek doesn’t reciprocate those feelings because of the age difference. But reader is in it for the “long game.” Like a GMW Maya & Josh situation. A few years later reader comes back & Derek likes her back. Thanks :D

Word Count: 4,502

Warning: Derek being abused and injured. 

My Teen Wolf Master List

Originally posted by agsztrashbouquet

Y/N couldn’t keep her lips from forming into a smirk as she saw Derek’s picture appear on her phone. She had just moved back to Beacon Hills earlier today into her new apartment. She had spent most of the day unpacking her boxes, and was already in bed watching a movie on her laptop. She quickly swiped her thumb across the phone and answered. “Hello, stranger. It’s after midnight. No guy ever calls a girl after midnight except for one-" 

"Y/N…” Derek interrupted followed by a loud growl. Y/N could hear Derek’s heartbeat going crazy and his labored breathing. What caught her attention was hearing another heartbeat. “I need you." 

His voice was filled with worry, which caused Y/N to sit up straight in her bed alarmed. "Derek, where are you?”

“I don’t know…” he whispered unexpectedly. He no longer sounded like he was in pain or fighting against someone. He now sounded weak and hurt.

“Derek, I need you to talk to me. What do you see?” She asked as she quickly got out of bed to get dressed.

“I can’t… see anything…” he mumbled. She rushed as she heard his heartbeat getting weaker by the second.

She swallowed hard as she closed her eyes, letting a tear fall down her cheek. She was absolutely terrified for him. “Derek… I’m going to come and get you, okay? But I need to call Stiles to help me. Can you answer the phone if I call you back?”

“My phone… is going to die…”

“Fuck!” She whispered to herself. She put on her shoes as an idea crossed her mind. “After you hang up with me, turn off your phone and save the battery for about 10 minutes. That’ll be about the time it will take me to get to Stiles’ office at the police station. I’ll call you back but you have to answer, okay?”

“O… kay…” he mumbled weakly.

“Derek?” Her voice trembled. He hummed a small ‘yes’. “Please answer the phone." 

"I promise,” he said before he hung up and turned off his phone like he was told to do. 

Y/N grabbed her keys before rushing to her car. Her fingers trembled as she dialed Stiles’ number. For some strange reason a flashback flooded her mind to the first time she went to Stiles for help with Derek.

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married part 4- h.s imagine

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part 3 

Harry sighed as he walked into his apartment. The last place he wanted to be at right now was his home. In reality, he wish he never walked out of your apartment. You were right. Your world didn’t revolve around him. He should’ve realized that he wasn’t the center of your universe. He should’ve let you tell him all about your date. “I’ll just talk to her in the morning,” he thought while he started to walk to his and Kimberly’s room.

“Where’d you go?” a voice called out. Harry halted mid-step. He turned around to see Kimberly sitting in the living room, her arms crossed over her chest. Harry bit his bottom lip, beginning to walk towards her. “I went to Y/N’s. Listen baby, I’m sorry I said-”

“You were with Y/N?” Kimberly asked, her voice laced with bitterness. Harry’s eyebrows quickly furrowed together as he sat down on the spot next to her. Kimberly was quick to move away, beginning to pace around. “I always go to her when I need to talk to someone.” Harry added, suddenly feeling the need to explain himself.

Kimberly quickly turned around to face Harry. “I’m your wife, Harry! Don’t you think you should be talking to me whenever you have a problem?” Harry’s cheeks immediately heated up,looking down at his fidgeting fingers, “We got into a fight. I just wanted Y/N’s opinion.”

Kimberly let out what was mixed between a scoff and a laugh. “As if we can trust her opinion.” Harry quickly stood up, feeling like he needed to stick up for his best friend. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Kimberly eyes widened, her head shaking, “How could you be so oblivious, Harry! The girl is in love with you!”

Harry quickly shook his head, “She’s my best friend, Kimberly! How could you accuse her of something like that!”

Kimberly crossed her arms once more before she sat back down on the couch. “I’m supposed to be your best friend.” She shook her head as she stared at the ground. “I notice the way she looks at you. She looks at you like it’s just you two in the room. She listens to every word you say. She puts your needs before hers! Everyone sees it! Everyone but you!” Harry remained silent as he sat down next to Kimberly, his palms beginning to sweat.

“Didn’t you notice how sad she was at the wedding?” Kimberly whispered as she placed her hand on top of Harry’s. Harry closed his eyes. “No…no. I’m her best friend. She was just happy for me. They were happy tears.”

Kimberly sat further into the couch. “Harry, they were tears because the guy she was in love with was marrying someone else.”


You were sitting in your kitchen. A cup of tea in front of you that was now cold. You sighed as you heard a knock on your door. You wiped a tear that fell from frustration from your fight with Harry. When you opened the door, there stood Harry at your doorstep for the second time tonight. Harry was giving you a look that sent shivers down your spine. He let himself into your apartment. You closed the door behind him, “Listen Harry, I’m sorry for-”

Harry spun around to face you, his breathing becoming harder and harsher. “Are you in love with me?”

Your eyes widened. Your secret that you kept for years was finally out. Your eyes quickly scanned Harry’s, trying to get some sense of how he was feeling. When you didn’t answer Harry, he immediately knew what your answer was. He ran his hand over his face as he took a deep breath. “How long?”

You suddenly felt so small. Your arms crossed, as if they were trying to protect yourself. You never wanted Harry to find out. You thought if he ever did find out, the two of you would be old and gray’ you would have a husband and the thought of once being in love with Harry would seem funny. Now, you felt nothing but shame for ever growing feelings for your best friend.

You took a deep breath, your eyes threatening to spill out tears. “Since we were 18,” you whispered. Now it was time for Harry to gasp. “18!” He repeated, his hand slamming down on the counter. You visibly winced, you closed your eyes as your arms tightened around your body.

“5 years! You’ve been in love with me for 5 years!” Harry shouted. He began to pace around your living room, pulling on his hair out of frustration. Harry looked back at you, his eyes softening at your trembling body as you cried. “Why didn’t you tell me,” Harry whispered so softly that you almost didn’t hear. You looked up at the ceiling, tears falling from your face, “I didn’t want to ruin what we had Harry! Our friendship…it was so beautiful! So…real! I was afraid that if I told you or if you somehow you found out, it would ruin everything.”

Harry looked down, his own eyes beginning to fill with tears. He looked up at you and took a deep breath, “You should’ve told me, Y/N. If you told me…things would’ve been different.” You let out a quiet scoff as you stared at the ground. Harry came closer to you. He placed his hand on your cheek, causing you to look up at him. Harry leant his forehead against yours, “I’ve been in love with you all my life.”

You let out a small gasp before Harry continued, “I’ve been in love with you…for so long, Y/N. But I knew someone like you would never be in love with someone like me.” Harry opened his eyes as he grabbed your hands. “You’re so..beautiful. You’re so compassionate and kind to the world. How could I not fall in love with you?” Harry chuckled through his tears. You looked into Harry’s eyes that were filled with nothing but sadness.

“If I knew that you loved me…I would be married to you right now.” Harry whispered. You let out a sob as you rested your head against Harry’s chest. Harry wrapped his arms around you as he looked up, trying to stop crying. “But I’m with Kimberly. And I fell in love with her too.”

You nodded your head as you buried your face more into Harry’s chest. For what felt like an eternity, the two of you held on to each other as if this was the last time you guys would be seeing each other.


Niall let himself into your apartment. He placed his bag down as he quietly made his way into your bedroom. He sighed as he saw the plate of food he left out for you remained untouched. As he came closer to your bed, he noticed the tear stains on your face as you were asleep. He sighed, feeling the same sympathy he did for you when Harry got married. Niall grabbed a blanket you kept on your bed and placed it over you before he left your room.

When Harry left your apartment that night, you immediately called Niall and struggled to tell him what happened between your sobs. Niall tried assuring you that everything would be okay. He tried telling you that this was just a bump; that somehow you and Harry would get past this. But it’s been two weeks and Harry hasn’t tried contacting you since.

Niall was sitting on the couch in you living room when you finally came out of your room. You sat down on the spot next to him, bringing your knees up to your chest. Niall placed his phone down. “I brought some food.” He said as he nodded towards the bag on the counter. You were staring at the wall in front of you. You let out a quiet “thanks.”

Niall bit his bottom lip, trying to think of what to say. He glanced at his phone and smiled. “Your birthday’s tomorrow. That’s exciting isn’t it?”

You shrugged your shoulders. Niall sighed, “Would you like to do anything? I can clear my schedule. Maybe we can go to-”

“I don’t really want to do anything. Thank you though, Niall.” You said quietly. Niall nodded his head as he scooted further into the couch.

Eventually Niall left. He placed a kiss on your head and a promise that he’ll be back tomorrow. Your eyes shifted to the clock on the wall. 11:34PM

With the time ticking closer and closer to 12, you could feel your anxiety bouncing off the walls. Harry has never missed the tradition of coming to your place for your birthday with a home made cake. Surely he wouldn’t miss it because of what happened.

Right?

You looked at the clock again. 12PM. It was officially your birthday. You stared at the door, hoping that Harry would burst in. Your eyes began to water when you realized it wasn’t going to happen. Tears began to fall off your face as your tradition was broken. You placed your head into your hands. Of course he wasn’t coming. Just because he knew you loved him, he wasn’t going to leave his wife for you. You were his past, Kimberly was his present. Stupid girl you thought.


Harry glanced at the time on his phone. He sighed as he looked at the cake he made earlier in front of him. He grabbed the cake and threw it into the trash can before he went back to bed.


i have never been so excited to write this! thank you guys so much for the constant love for married! it means the absolute world that you guys like it! i love hearing from you guys! let me know what you thought!

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BOYFRIEND! BTS- V/TAEHYUNG EDITION

☆DATING V/TAEHYUNG WOULD INCLUDE☆

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- A LOT OF SKINSHIP 

-HAVE YOU SEEN hOw TOUCHY THIS BOY IS W/ BANGTAN

-innocent skinship at first _-_

-but  each touch becomes less and less innocent

- Movie impersonations aLL tHe tIMe p.s. Worship my baby ples

-Lengthy conversations about whether people live inside the moon or if its just rabbits

- ‘Tae PLEEAASSE. people are looking at us funny’

‘what?! don’t you also believe the planets are actually holograms??!?’

-He’d be sooo into couple wear !!

‘y/n! Lets wear the same colour underwear!!’ *exicited af*

‘Next you’ll be asking if we can wear the same face’

‘oh…. *puts down his 3D LIFELIKE face mask of you*

‘aSdFgHjkL’

- This baby would love smelling you..it somehow helps him get to sleep

-Cuddleeesssss.and cuddleeeessss and more cuddlleeeesss

-Ever since you two started dating… practing with bangtan has become even harder than usual …. he honestly can’t be without for more than an 1 hour

-A.N.I.M.E M.A.R.A.T.H.O.N.S.!.!. AND UNCONVENTIONAL MOVIE NIGHTS

- Your dating initiation ceremony included meeting his dog first because he uses his dog to smell ‘bAd pEoPle’ luckily you passed and almost ended stealing his dog because it was tOO daMn cUte

- Fort building competetions. You ended up winning which made him pouty because he wanted you to come and in live his fort but ended up coming to yours because it had wifi and he missed you~

-coming to dance practice= him taking up all the space and making his movement bigger than the whole bangtan +++bonus: Extra tongue. so much tongue infact it ends up falling out of his mouth

- Becoming best friends with jungkook and jimin.. Although jimin would be bit jealous because you stole his back up love interest (just in case it wouldn’t work out w/ kookie)

- This cutie would probably want you both to dress as old people on halloween because he feels that old people are underrated and should be appreaciated.

- ANIME THEME SONGS ALL DAY. EVERYDAY.

-You two would have each others backs when it came to webtoons. Whenever you needed a new one  all you needed to do was call *mating call*

- He’d show you off to rest of bangtan but not too much. He’d love to talk about how amazing you were and how much he loved you. which made bangtan puke… except for Jimin.. jimin was just crying at the loss of his back up lover T.T

SEXY TIME (oH JisOoS)

EXPECTATION

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REALITY

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- This cutie would be shy shy shy(Forgive me Sana) at first and be fumbling around so much he might even end up falling of off the bed

- Since he would have initiated skinship much earlier, initmacy wouldn’t really be too much of problem for him

- KINKY AF

-IM NOT EVEN JOKING HE’D BE SOO INTO ROLEPLAY (blames hwarang)

-HE’S GOT A MASTERS DEGREE IN FOREPLAY THIS BOI DONT PLAY( ples appreciate my rhyming couplet) . SERIOUSLY THO , THIS BOI WOULD TAKE HIISSS TIMMEE…YOUR BOOBS WOULS BE HIS FAVOURITE PLAY TOY. ITS NOT HIS FAULT, HIS TONGUE HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN AS WE ALL KNOW AND IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THE DEATHS OF MANY ARMYS. YOURS IS NEXT.

-tbh he’d probably do lap dances for you and take  pole dancing classes and LET THAT INNER HOE(SEOK) SHINE

☆ overall taetae would be sooooo adorable that you would probably suffer from heart failure but he would bring you back to life with his cUTE boXy sMILe.  FUNFACT: Almost all near death experience accounts are from you☆

HOPE YOU ENJOYEYEYEYEYEYDDDDD


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inevitable realizations ☼ peter parker

summary : peter’s always been a little bit in love with you, it just took a difficult night and warm, ever comforting words for him to come to the realization. intelligent he may be, but he’s a clueless teenage boy before anything else.

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   It was eleven o’clock at night and, as per usual, you were neglecting the sleep you desperately needed in order to finish up the notes on your assigned reading novel that were due in just a few short hours. You were never one to finish tasks, especially menial ones such as homework, in a timely fashion. This was just the tip of the iceberg. You briefly took off your glasses, rubbing your tired eyes that were now struggling to focus on the words in front of you properly. When you slipped them back over your nose, glancing up toward your bedroom window that lead out to the fire escape, you saw the familiar face of your best friend peering in through the glass in a way that was only slightly creepy. 

   Peter knocked rapidly on the glass, waving at you in the typical, hyperactive way that he always had about him. You jumped off your bed, reaching out to shut your bedroom door before walking over to the bay window and unlocking it. A rush of cold winter air nipped at your face the minute it swung open and Peter Parker shoved himself through. Visits from him in this particular manner were common, especially after a day’s work of fighting crime throughout various parts of New York, but not usually this late- and never without a text to alert you first.  

    “You must be freezing,” you shivered, closing the window quickly. “How long were you out there?” Making yourself comfortable on your bed once again, you propped open your book, ready to force him into helping you study. He didn’t answer. Instead, he drew his sweatshirt closer to his body, sliding to the floor beside your bed and leaning his head against the soft duvet. His curls were sticking up in every direction when he pulled his hood away, his cheeks and the tip of his nose a brilliant shade of red, but not from the bitter chill that was sweeping mercilessly over Queens. 

   You heard a distinct sniff, then another, then another. His breathing, already shallow from the frantic climbing he had done to reach your fire escape, became even more labored. He pulled his knees to his chest to hide his face. He felt you press yourself against him, your arms around his shoulders and across his chest before he could pull away in embarrassment. Your glasses creaked when they pushed too far into his shoulder. Neither of you moved. You clung to him and he sat there, silently shaking and leaning into your embrace as if it were the only thing keeping him from falling apart. 

   “Hey, hey, shh, shh, Peter, you’re okay,” you whispered, rubbing his back. “I’ve got you, I promise. You’ve gotta breathe, though, okay?” He was always ashamed of his sensitivity, but he couldn’t help it. He was a sensitive boy and he cried easily and had an awful lot of anxiety sometimes. Today was one of those days, with good reason. He nodded stiffly, maneuvering himself to hug you back, face pressed into your shoulder this time. 

   “It’s… the anniversary,” he said, his voice broken. “One year.” Hollow. “One year since- since Ben. One year tomorrow.” 

   He pulled away, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his oversized sweatshirt. There were traces of tears still making their way down his cheeks, sliding across his nose and down to his lips. He tried to rub them away, too, but you caught his wrist in your hand. 

   “You’re not wrong or less of a dude for crying, Peter.” The way you looked at him, so lovely and caring and worried, made his heart cry out for the safety of your embrace again. “Were you at the cemetery?” You matched his stance and rested the side of your cheek on your knee, still carefully studying his face. 

   “Yeah,” he exhaled, placing his chin in his palm. “I’m gonna go again in the morning with May. Gonna miss school. I- I probably should’ve, um, stayed with her tonight but I…” he trailed off, “I needed you.” He said it as he said most things to you, with his soft tone of voice and his hesitance that made him, him. He never really noticed until now. 

   “What are best friends for, right?”  

    “Yeah. Best friends.” 

    Ignoring the odd way those two words slipped out of his mouth, you said, “I’m sorry, Peter. I know you loved Uncle Ben so much. I’m sorry, you don’t deserve this. You and May don’t deserve this.” You reached out to him, your hand gripping his without an ounce of doubt. You had small hands and he didn’t but he felt a thousand times better when yours found his. “I’m always here for you. Do you wanna talk about it?” 

   Surprisingly, he shook his head adamantly. “No, no.” He squeezed your hand. “I kind of, um, just wanna go to bed. Crying like a little baby really tires a guy out, you know?” He gave a weak laugh, a tiny grin, and you smiled right back at him before pulling him to his feet. “Can I use the bathroom?” He needed to wash the sticky feeling of dry tears off his face, rub the sadness out of his eyes. He wanted to be strong for May when he got back in the morning. 

   “Of course, just be quiet. Mom and dad are asleep.” You padded across your rug and opened your door a crack, holding it in a specific way so that it wouldn’t creak when you let Peter through. He gave you a grateful squeeze of the hand again before disappearing into the bathroom. 

    He splashed water on his face, staring up at his reflection, at the water dripping off his eyelashes and the curling ends of the hair that was plastered to his forehead. He rubbed at his face and took a deep breath. He wasn’t going to cry anymore. You had sufficiently comforted him for the night. Peter could breathe again. 

   Peter quietly walked back down the hallway and into your bedroom, watching for a second as you pulled spare blankets down from a shelf in your closet and arranged them on your bay window. You had cleared your bed of your school supplies and had left the covers open for Peter to crawl into without a second though. Which he did. Your covers smelled quite lovely, actually. It was the scent of your perfume that you wore often enough for him to recognize the scent, and he wanted to fall asleep under the inviting covers that were laid out for him. Then, he saw you sit atop your window, about to lie down. 

   “Wait, why are you doing that?” He got out of bed and took your hand for the third time that night, growing accustomed to the feeling of it. He pulled you over to your bed. “You’re not sleeping on a stupid window. That’s ridiculous. I’ll take the window.” He spun you around and ignored the protestant noise you made, gripping your shoulders and sitting you down on the bed. 

   “I’m not letting you take the window, either!” You argued, yanking him back down on the bed. He huffed, glaring at you in a teasing manner. “C’mon, just take the bed. You need it more than I do.” His glare dropped to his lap, an idea rolling around in his head. “What?” 

   “Y/N, how about we just both take the bed?” He said finally, lifting his eyes back to yours. He wasn’t sure what made him say it, why he didn’t just take the floor like he probably should have, but the words were out there in the world and there wasn’t a way to take them back now. You bit your lip, then shrugged, scooting over. 

   “It is big enough for the two of us.” You turned away from him, turning off your lamp and getting under the covers. You heard Peter slide in next to you, but your back was toward him until he poked you sharply. “What’s wrong, Peter?” 

   “Can you- um, well-” 

   You flipped over on your side, just barely making out his face in the darkness of your room. “Do you want me to cuddle you?” Though you said in a teasing sort of tone, you were silently quite pleased when he mumbled a reluctant yes. You moved closer, one arm going around his waist and the other underneath him. Your head was on his chest, listening to the resilient beating of his heart. He placed his chin atop your head. He focused on the sound of your steady breaths until you were sleeping peacefully beside him. 

    He was so grateful for you- the person who stood by his side throughout anything and everything. You, so strong and beautiful and brave and comforting in his times of distress. You, who never seemed to waver in your loyalty to him. You, the very picture of loveliness and a girl who he’d very much like to- 

   His eyes flew open, and he almost jumped away from you. He didn’t want to risk you awakening, though, so he stayed put, freaking out internally rather than externally the way he was prone to doing. He had been thinking of kissing you. That was what he was going to say. Kiss. The thought had come so simply to his brain it was like he already thought the same thing for years. Maybe he had. It wasn’t like he was blind. You were a stunning girl, even if you didn’t think so yourself, you were his best friend, you were practically perfect and Peter would be an idiot to not adore you the way that he did. 

   Adore, adore, adore. Oh, boy. Peter glanced down at you, sleeping in his arms, and confirmed what he had so stupidly never noticed before. His infinitesimal, brief affection for Liz Allen had absolutely nothing on his all encompassing love for you. 


   Peter bid you goodbye that morning at six thirty sharp, before either of your parents had woken up for work. Before he slipped out your window and into the cracks early morning sunlight, he had pressed a gentle, chaste kiss to your cheek. It was only the briefest touch of his lips to your face, but you had held your face, right in that spot, for practically the entire day. Ned had questioned why, but you brushed him off with an answer of exhaustion. 

   The day after that, Peter returned to school, dragging Ned off to the side as soon as he stepped off the train platform. He had waited for the other boy purposely, seeking advice. 

   “I have a huge, gigantic, terrible awful problem right now, Ned!” He exclaimed as soon as he saw him, throwing his hands up in the air. “I need help.” 

   “Psychiatric help,” Michelle supplied, appearing out of nowhere as she usually did before walking down the path to school. 

   Ned shrugged. “She’s not wrong.” 

   Peter, frantic, seized Ned’s shoulders and shook him. “This is not a roast Peter session! This a cry for help! Help me, Ned Leeds!” 

   “Am I your only hope?” Peter wanted to scream. 

   “This isn’t the time for Star Wars puns, either!” Not waiting for Ned to quip back that every time was Star Wars time, Peter said, loudly, “I’m in love with Y/N and I don’t know what to do!” He ran his hands in his hair, wanting to pull it out. “I just- I just realized the other night! Everything just kind of, like, clicked and I’ve been so stupid. I should’ve realized it before, but of course I didn’t and now I have no idea what to do!” 

   “Wait, dude, you seriously have never noticed this before? Are you kidding me? Peter, you’re supposed to be the genius of the school. I feel let down.” Ned shook his head solemnly. “Dude, everyone knows you love her. Even Flash. That’s why he picks on her all the time. He likes pissing you off and nothing gets under your skin more than someone messing with Y/N. She’s the first one you told about being Spider-Man, you go to her for all your problems, you practically pee yourself racing to be her partner for almost everything- not science because science is our subject, but still. I figured you knew you loved her and just didn’t wanna talk about it because she’s out of your league.” 

   “Hey! I am not-” He stopped. “So what if I am? That’s not even the point. The point is that I love her. Me realizing it was inevitable, even if it took me like eighty years to get there. Doesn’t matter. I’ve gotta tell her, right?”

   “You totally should,” Ned encouraged. “She’s definitely in love with you, too.” 

    Hopefully, Peter grinned. “You really think so?” 

    “Anything’s possible!” 

    “The reassurance you give me is suffocating, Ned. Stop before I die.” 

    That day in gym class, Ned and Peter went off to the side to pretend they were doing stretches while you sat with Michelle and conversed about literature for the first half of the period. Your conversation, however, soon led off into other directions. 

    “Hey, MJ, have you ever… I don’t know, been in love?” 

    Michelle raised her eyebrows. “Only with crushing the patriarchy. Why? Have you?” The intuitive girl already knew your answer, of course, but she was invested in you and Peter’s love story and was desperate to hear the truth from your own lips. 

   You played with the hem of your shirt, thinking. Peter and Ned casually inched closer, having been listening to the conversation for quite sometime now. They were unapologetically nosy. “I think I am.” 

   “With who?” Peter clasped his hands together, silently pleading with the universe to grant him this one wish. I promise, universe, I’ll never ask for anything ever again in my whole life if you just let this girl love me back I swear I’ll be the best Spider-Man there ever was and I’ll protect New York until I’m eighty five just please oh my god please- 

   “With Peter.” 

   The gasp he let out was involuntary, but you didn’t hear him. He turned to Ned, his expression of shock, as well as elation, mirroring Peter’s own. Suddenly, Ned stood, shouting for the entire gym class to hear, “Y/N! Peter loves you too!” You looked up, Michelle’s happy and knowing smirk going unnoticed by you because the only thing you could focus on was Peter and what Ned had just declared. 

   The gym fell silent, every student turning to stare at you and Peter. You were frozen in shock up until the bell rang and everyone filed out quickly, leaving you and Peter alone. 

   “Did he mean it?” You asked, your sneakers squeaking against the floor as you closed the distance between you and Peter, your head tilted to meet his. 

   “It’s the truest thing anyone has ever said.” His lips met yours, and the slant of his mouth against your own was a feeling you could definitely come to adore more than you already did after just one kiss. 

‘Good Jack Zimmermann’

Jack spends his first year with the Falconers determined to be the best as quickly as possible. He needs to prove himself and his public image suffers. As far as anyone is concerned, Jack Zimmermann is still a joyless hockey-robot.

Jack can deal with the criticism because he has Bitty. He has friends he loves and teammates that support him and he’s playing the best hockey of his life, whether he cracks a smile or not.

But then a sportscaster points out how little Jack does in the community. How often Jack has (accidentally) ignored a kid trying for a photo or fist bump, how he never attends events and his general radio silence off the ice. How could someone so disconnected from Providence be given the A? 

Jack is stunned he’s seen as so out of touch. He loves kids. He loves Providence. He loves his team. The thought that his 110% determination is making him look like an asshole is devastating.

So Jack quietly starts signing up for Falconers outreach events. He partners with Make-a-Wish and saves his luckiest pucks for the sickest kids. He makes bets with Ransom and Holster to see how many selfies he can photo bomb at home games. He gives away game sticks like candy and answers his own fanmail.

While the goal originally was to save his image, Jack finds he loves doing outreach. He loves meeting with kids and doing what he can to make others happy. He’s working harder than ever before, but somehow it doesn’t feel as exhausting as it used to. #goodjackzimmermann becomes a thing.

Tl:dr: Jack slowly becomes the softest bro in the NHL, and that’s okay with him

Not Just Friends || Jughead Jones

Request: ‘Jughead x Reader where he has a wet dream and then when he confronts the reader it gets steamy?’ -by Anon

A/N: I am sinning again but hey, I kind of like how this turned out. Feel free to request more and tell me any details you guys want so I can make it more like what you wanted!

Warnings: smut, sin, and swearing

Words with quotes and italics like ‘this’ are either thoughts, or text messages.

A * symbol means that a flashback is occurring.

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Hips grinding into the sheets, groan, tug, repeat. Jughead didn’t dream to begin with, especially not about fucking. In the dream he snapped his hips against yours, kissing your neck and moaning into your ear, hands tangled in your hair.

In reality his face was pressed against his pillow, hips stuttering against his mattress, and the hands that he thought were in your hair, were gripping the bed roughly, tugging lightly with each groan that passed his lips.

This went on for a few minutes, moans becoming louder and more frequent, hips stuttering more often, movements getting sloppier as his body came closer to finishing.

His eyes snapped open as his hips ground forward, orgasm flowing through him as he moved his hips a bit more lightly, riding out the orgasm with a low groan into his pillow.

Lazily rolling onto his back, he sighed as he rubbed his face, tired eyes scanning the room that wasn’t actually yours. Checking the time he groaned, for once thankful that he lived alone at the drive-in, no embarrassing conversations about why he was groaning so sexually, so early in the morning.

He changed and did his usual morning routine, making sure he was ready for school and trying to forget about the shameful, sexual dream he had. However, upon arriving at the school and quickly seeing you approaching, he realized it would be nearly impossible to forget.

Biting his lip, he quickly dismissed the thought, ‘she’s your best friend, Jug. Don’t screw it up’ he groaned mentally at his conscious, forcing a smile on as you finally reached him.

A smirk quickly took over your face, “you’re making that face that you always make when you’re thinking way too hard, Jug. You realize it’s gonna give you wrinkles, right?” you said teasingly, causing the beanie wearing boy to roll his eyes, failing to hide a smile.

Wrapping an arm around you, he mumbled a brief “you know me so well” before yawning. From the corner of his eye he saw you shake your head, “did you sleep less than usual too? I bet you stayed up writing about Jason again, or maybe you were thinking about how in love with me you are” you said with a nudge, and the boy stiffened for a moment.

Quickly realizing you were joking he moved his arm that was around your shoulders, shoving it in his pocket instead as he laughed, “totally, I couldn’t stop imagining us, together riding off into the sunset like some bad romance movie” he retaliated, lips curling into a fond smile as you rolled your eyes, gasping overdramatically.

The moment was ruined as the familiar sound of the bell ringing echoed through the halls, causing your eyes to widen as you ran to your next class, shouting a rushed “we’ll talk later!” as you did.

The raven haired boy walked to his class, mind racing as he began to stress over what he should do about his dream. Most of the day was spent like this, going back and forth between his options, to tell you about how he felt and the dream, or to hide it and pine after you silently and desperately.

By the end of the day you had realized the boy was thinking, but you didn’t know about what, and didn’t want to interrupt his thoughts. To say you were surprised when he lead you to his ‘home’ at the drive-in, claiming he had to tell you something important,  was an understatement.

Deciding not to express your shock, you leaned against the wall and watched him carefully as he paced. Just as you were about to speak he raised a hand, “Don’t say anything, not one thing. I need to let this out right now before I decide to chicken out of it” he sighed, lifting his gaze to meet yours anxiously.

Concern flooded your being, and you nodded quickly as he began to speak, “I like you, I really like you- hell I love you, (Y/N). I have to tell you this because we’re best friends, and I had this really weird dream that you should not have about your best friend. You definitely don’t have to return the feelings but please just don’t-” his rambling was cut off as you kissed him roughly.

His hands immediately gripped your hips and he almost moaned at the satisfaction of kissing you. Meanwhile you tugged off his hat, letting your hands tangle in his hair, head tilting and deepening the kiss.

In no time the boy picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as you got shoved against the closest wall roughly, hips bucking forward seeking friction. Both of you kissed each other sloppily, your hands yanked off his shirt, tossing it in the same direction his hat went, while his groped your breasts, moving to tug your shirt off afterwards as well.

Your hands ran along his chest, “Jug, bed” you managed to mumble between messy kisses, said boy obediently moving the steamy session to his bed, laying you down and crawling over you, immediately grinding down again for even more friction.

He groaned lowly, unclipping your bra and tossing it in a random direction, and you took the opportunity to flip your position, Jughead now underneath you, panting with half-lidded eyes.

Grinning, you straddled him and kissed along his neck, sucking lightly until you heard a high moan. You quickly abused the spot, sucking harshly and nipping at it, feeling Jughead’s hands gripping your hips roughly as he groaned and panted heavily, pants becoming noticeably tighter.

Feeling the hardness against your thigh, you smirked mischievously as you slowly lowered yourself, undoing his pants and taking them off, mouthing and jacking his member lightly, causing his pants and groans to become more frequent.

Before you could get too far, he put a hand on your shoulder, “Not this time” he mumbled lazily, smirking as he flipped you again, taking off whatever clothing you had left, doing the same to himself and kissing you roughly, teasing you as he slowly inched into you.

A sexually frustrated groan tumbled from your lips as you tried to push yourself onto him, his hands preventing you from doing so. After a few moments he got rather impatient, deciding to save the teasing for another time as he fully entered you, groaning at the new feeling, you doing the same.

He quickly snapped his hips against yours a few times, one of your hands tangling in his hair while the other went to the back of his neck. One of his hands moved to support himself so he wouldn’t fall onto you, his other one groping you once more.

You groaned loudly, panting heavily and letting your eyes squeeze shut as you bucked involuntarily, causing a similar but lower groan to leave the boys lips. He bit his lip and continued moving his hips, head falling into your neck as he kissed and sucked at it, pausing occasionally as he panted heavily.

Toes curling at the feeling, your head tilted back and you bit your lip, “Jug, pick up the pace” you muttered into his ear, moaning as he did as told, smirking into your neck before grunting as he felt himself get closer to the edge.

Your legs wrapped around his waist to get a better angle and you lost it as he hit your g-spot, moaning obscenely and more frequently. It didn’t take long for Jughead to speed up even more as he realized what happened, moaning at the feeling of you clenching around him slightly.

Suddenly you felt a knot in your stomach, “Jug, don’t stop because ‘m gonna cum” you panted, knot snapping as white flooded your vision, all your senses stopping for a moment.

Jughead grunted a few times as he felt himself cum, riding out his orgasm and thrusting into you a few more times, causing you to whine at the overstimulation. He pulled out after a moment, eyes opening as he flopped down onto his bed next to you, your own eyes opening again as well.

You heard a sigh next to you, head turning to see Jughead smiling to himself dreamily, “hey, Jug you look more insane than happy” you teased, “better than the dream?” you added with a raised brow, causing the boy to snort quietly, “way better” he whispered, turning to you and kissing you gently.

Wrapping his arms around you, he shut his eyes again, dozing off. You smiled at his sleeping figure, dozing off yourself, thinking about what the next day would have in store for you and your dark haired companion.

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What she says: I don’t know

What she means: Geoff Ramsey is such a good father to his daughter and husband to his wife and a genuinely nice guy and good friend and he loves all of his coworker’s and his best friends are considered his family and he’s been doing so good with eating and being healthy lately and he looks frankly fantastic and people need to stop joking that he’s an alcoholic because he’s so proud of himself for being sober and I will defend Geoffrey Lazer Ramsey to the grave