hopefully i can get back to myself by tomorrow and make a plan

RIP To My Youth

and you could call this the funeral

My first Jughead imagine, this is part one, if you guys enjoy it I’ll keep it going. 

Pairing: Jughead x Reader 

Description: Jug and the reader have been best friends since they were kids, but lately, things have changed, Riverdale has changed, Jug has changed and Y/N thinks maybe it’s time she changed too. 

Warnings: ANGST ANGST SO MUCH ANGST YO (maybe a couple o swears)

Word count: 2088

Part 2https://thatsadbreakfastclub.tumblr.com/post/158505761114/rip-to-my-youth-pt-2

It was getting to the point where I was having internal battles with myself every night. ‘Y/N he’s working on the novel and the newspaper, of course, it’s going to be harder for him to spend time with you’ versus ‘he’s moved on, he’s closer with Betty now, he and Archie are closer too, you’ve lost him, you’re irrelevant’. These were the thoughts that had been consuming my brain for the past couple of weeks. Jug was my best friend, right? Maybe I should text him? Maybe not. I started playing with my pale grey cap, my nervous tick of sorts. Jug could always tell when I was nervous because I would fiddle with the cap “Y/N” he’d say “spill it, you can’t hide anything from me, I can read you like an open book”. Thinking about this little memory was bittersweet. How can someone who’s practically by your side every day suddenly just have no real interest in talking to you? Ever since the murder of Jason Blossom, it really feels like everything in Riverdale has changed.

I glanced at my clock perched on my bedside table, 7:45 pm sigh. Maybe doing some homework will take my mind off all this bullshit, who’s idea was it to put me in advanced algebra anyway? Oh, that’s right my father, who I really wish was here right now and not away on some business trip. Tonight would have to be a lonely one. That’s when I remembered I had Jug’s math textbook, there it was sitting on my desk. I flipped it open and sure enough on the bottom left-hand corner was a small ‘property of Jughead Jones’. Perfect I could use this as an excuse to text him. 

Hey Jug, I forgot I had your math textbook? Want me to come drop it over? The two-hour wait to get a reply just built up more and more anger inside of me Hey Y/N, I’m working on an article with Betty right now, could you drop it off to me in the newsroom in free period tomorrow? This was it, this was fucking it, oh I would take his textbook to him tomorrow and I would also confront him about this whole thing, that’s what I’d do straight up ask him why I was suddenly dead weight, I’ve had his guys back for so many years and now I’m just nothing, I won’t have it. Will do I sent back, cool calm and collected and then I was going to give him a piece of my mind tomorrow.

Getting ready for school was never a difficult task for me, I pretty much did the same thing everyday. My Y/H/C was tied into a ponytail with the front strands falling onto my face framing it. I put on my classic ripped boyfriend jeans and a black t-shirt, accompanied by my army jacket. To finish off my classic look I added my signature grey cap and put on my favourite dark grey lipstick. I wasn’t the girliest of girls, that was for sure, but everyone seemed to identify me by my style and in this I found comfort. After giving myself the once over in the mirror I grabbed Jug’s textbook from my desk, shoving it into my bag and I set off for school.

The day dragged on and on, I had a tonne of classes with Kevin and Ronnie today so it was nice to hang out with them for a change. This was of course until Kevin pulled the “I haven’t seen you and Jughead together in a while, what happened you two are usually joined at the hip?” line “You guys are my otp, I hope there’s no trouble in paradise” Veronica added. “Ronnie we’re not dating, why does everyone always think that and honestly, I don’t know, I guess he’s been too busy with this whole novel and newspaper thing to remember me as well” I replied giving my best interpretation of a fake smile. Veronica and Kevin gave me sympathetic looks. 

As the bell rang, signaling our release I was packing my things together when Veronica grabbed my arm. “Y/N you need to tell Jug how you feel, I don’t know if you’ve even admitted it to yourself yet but it’s pretty obvious you’re in love with him, I can see how much not seeing him is hurting you and I think it’s best if you face this head on” I was so taken aback by this, I mean for years I’ve always had people ask if Jug and I were dating but no one had been this blatant with me. Was she right?, No he’s my best friend, I couldn’t be in love with him no way. I let out an awkward laugh “I don’t love Jughead, we’re just friends” It came out so defensive that Veronica raised both her eyebrows and folded her arms “the fact that you’re being so defensive about this just further proves my point” She said in a sing-song voice. “I gotta go Ronnie” I replied standing up from my seat and walking out the classroom “I only say this cause’ I care” she yelled after me.  

Making my way towards the newsroom, I’d never felt so nervous in my life, like get a grip girlie it was just your friend, surely this whole not speaking to me thing was just, not even a big deal and I was hyping it all up. I was still going to have a go at him though because he was angry when Archie ditched him and now he’s okay with doing it to me? Not on my watch.

I had the math book in my hand as I was walking up to the door of the newsroom, I had my best ‘pissed off face’ going on I was ready.

I had my hand almost on the doorknob when I took a quick glance through the doors glass window. That was when my stomach fell, my jaw dropped and my heart involuntarily shattered. It was just a glimpse that’s all I could allow myself to watch, but inside that dusty old newsroom was one Jughead Jones kissing Elizabeth Cooper. The feelings hit me like a truck, and then everything went numb.

I didn’t know what to do so without giving any sign I was there I dropped the math book and ran, I ran out of the school I ran past pops and all the way home. By this time the tears were free falling, I couldn’t stop it and I didn’t care. Once I was in the safety of being inside my house with the door locked I gave in to my emotions and just slid down to the floor.

Wow, I felt so stupid and so naive, why didn’t I see this coming, it all made perfect sense now. I guess this was me also coming to terms with the fact that as usual Ronnie was right, I was painfully in love with Jug and now I was too late to ever do anything about it.

The more I sat there and thought about it the more I came to realise that this was my fault. I held Jug up to this crazy high standard and just assumed it would always be him and me at the end of the day. I had sacrificed so much to hang out with him, to keep my “image”, I avoided making too many other friends, I avoided parties, extracurricular activities you name it I wasn’t a part of it. Now it was all going to change, it had to change. Maybe this was the wake-up call I needed. I had to work on myself, be better, be stronger. Most of all this needed to happen because this meant I could quite literally not be around Jughead anymore, I think seeing or talking to him would make me cry, something the new me will NOT be doing.

I picked myself up off the floor and headed to the bathroom to wash my face. “Get a grip Y/N, ” I told myself staring into the mirror. It’s like as soon as I come to terms with the feelings I think I may have had for years, I have to immediately try to get rid of them. I think this was a coping mechanism for me, and I think the reason I’ve never let myself admit that I had feelings for him before was because I fear rejection so much so very much, and I had to do what I knew would keep him around and that was to continue to be his friend. Well, little girl it’s time to grow up.

And what’s the best way to look more mature and confident, change your style. From what I’ve witnessed from the media, what you wear can have a profound impact on how people view you. This is what I had to do first, get rid of the “old me” look. This meant bye grey cap, bye dark lipstick ( I mean what was I even trying to do with that? Look like a corpse?) (oh wow corpse jokes really funny, maybe a bit too real in light of recent circumstances.) And also a very big goodbye to my jeans and army jacket, that would have to go too.

Looking through my closet it was apparent I didn’t have much to work with, I would definitely have to go shopping this weekend, I’ll bring Ronnie and Kevin along, they know fashion and are probably more than willing to help me out. AH HUH eureka! The dress I’ve been looking for! About two months ago I bought this really nice burgundy skater dress that I was planning to wear on a summer trip away, but when that got cancelled I never really had an excuse to wear it, until now. It showed a lot of leg, which I was surprisingly pretty comfortable with. The thought of people seeing me in this tomorrow made me feel a mixture of excitement and nausea.

The next thing that would change was the hair; no more would it be hidden by a cap and just randomly pulled back behind my face. I would wear it down and give it a curl. I think that would give me a nice elegant edge. God, I really don’t think anyone’s even going to recognise me tomorrow, kinda funny really. The next thing I had to do was go on to the school website and look for an extracurricular I would be willing to do. Hopefully, this would be a good way to make new friends and keep me busy.

I went and grabbed my laptop from my desk, as I did this I heard my phone vibrate, which meant I had a message. The name that made the screen light up made my heart skip a few beats, it was from Jug Hey, I just found my math book outside the newsroom? Why did you leave it there and not come inside? SIGH, reading that was like a knife to my chest, I immediately deleted the message, this may be immature but I needed time, I can’t bring myself to talk to him and if he can do it to me I can sure as hell do it to him. 

Shaking those thoughts away I was brought back to the task at hand. Logging onto the schools web page I found the list of extracurricular activities going on at Riverdale high. Chess club? Pass. Girl’s soccer? Hard pass.  Mathletes? No way in hell. Come on there has to be something here. After fifteen minutes of looking to no avail I scrolled past the extracurricular activities. Eventually I saw an ad posted by the she-devil herself Cheryl Blossom, apparently, one of the river vixens had broken her ankle and a new vixen was needed immediately, auditions were tomorrow after school. Hmm, could I do this? Maybe I could? The old me would never dream of being a cheerleader but the new me, maybe she could. You know what, fuck it. It was decided, I caught myself slightly smiling as I clicked ‘attend’ on the event. It felt like a breath of fresh air, tomorrow I would walk into school confident and new. I was going to cure my own broken heart. I just hoped a run in with Jughead wouldn’t make it all come crashing down.

Underneath the Cherry Tree - Victor Nikiforov x Yuuri Katsuki

@crazylazydays requested:  AU idea - Victuuri puppy love. With them as cute kids, doing a version of their engagement.

“I hate him Yuuri! I hate him and his stupid lying face” Yuuko cried running up to Yuuri and embracing him in a tight tear filled hug.

“What’s wrong Yuuko? Why are you crying?” Yuuri asked, deeply concerned about his friend. Yuuko wiped her tear stained cheek on the shoulder of Yuuri’s sweater.

“Stupid Takeshi was holding hands with Megumi. We were going to get married recess but I don’t want to marry his stupid face anymore.  I hate him Yuuri!” She exclaimed sobbing against Yuuri, her poor innocent heartbroken over having to break off her ‘engagement’.

Yuuri didn’t know what to do. He wanted to help his friend, to make her feel better in some way but he had no idea how. In Yuuri’s young childlike innocence he offered the only thing he could think of.

“I’ll marry you instead!” Yuuri offered. Yuuko looked up at Yuuri with a renewed spark in her eyes.

“Really Yuuri?” She asked hopefully.

“Of course! You’re my bestest friend Yuuko. I’d do anything for you.” Yuuri swore innocently. Yuuko smiled brilliantly and squeezed Yuuri impossibly tighter to her.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She giggled, her past woes long forgotten. Yuuri smiled, happy that he could change his friend’s mood around.

Yuuko and Yuuri made plans to meet next to the playground’s swingset to get ‘married’ during recess. Yuuri looked forward to meeting Yuuko during recess but was unprepared to face the reality of spontaneous changes of the hearts of children.

When recess came Yuuri hurried excitedly out to the playground only to find that Yuuko and Takeshi had made up and their ‘wedding’ was back on. Yuuri’s poor little heart deflated at the rejection. Yuuko probably didn’t mean to hurt young Yuuri’s feelings but even still his feelings were hurt.

Without a word, Yuuri ran away from the happy couple and hid underneath the slide. His classmates played around him, oblivious to where he curled himself into a vulnerable ball. Yuuri silently cried into his knees.

“Are you hurt?” A young foreign voice asked. A silver haired boy about Yuuri’s age poked his head under the slide, giving Yuuri a deeply concerned look. Yuuri recognized the boy to be Victor Nikiforov, a recent foreign student that moved to Japan with his parents. Victor had been the subject of much curious ogling from the students, Yuuri included. A few of the girls had even asked between their fits of nervous giggling to braid his long exotic hair.

Yuuri didn’t blame their curiosity.

“I’m fine.” Yuuri insisted, wiping his watery eyes with his sleeve. When he looked back up, Victor was still there, looking at him with warm sympathetic eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Victor asked crawling under the slide to sit cross-legged beside Yuuri.

“Yuuko and I were supposed to get married at the swingset today but she got married to Takeshi instead.”

“Why would she do that?” Victor asked, not able to comprehend why anyone wouldn’t want to marry Yuuri. The two were in different classes so they’ve only ever exchanged a word or two but Victor always found himself admiring the Japanese boy from afar, always too nervous to work up the courage to ask him to play during recess. Yuuri always seemed so cool and out of his league.

Yuuri could only shrug in response.

“Well I’d marry you.” Victor admitted without thinking. Their equally surprised eyes connected and Yuuri’s face broke out in an infectious smile.

“Really?” Yuuri asked hopefully. Victor nodded and wrapped his arms around Yuuri’s shoulders in a tight embrace.

“Of course! You’re so cool Yuuri! I want to be your friend forever and ever!” Victor exclaimed.

“Yeah?” Yuuri giggled, pleased at his new friend’s excitable dedication. Victor grabbed Yuuri’s hands and pulled him to his feet and out from under the slide.

“Come on Yuuri! We can get married after school under the cherry tree across the street! It’ll be so perfect Yuuri! We can even make flower crowns out of the blooms and we can bring my dog! Do you have a dog Yuuri? Mine is the most adorable poodle -” Victor rambled on excitedly, practically skipping as he dragged Yuuri around the playground.

By the time recess ended Victor had their wedding planned down to the tiniest detail and Yuuri looked forward to every second of it. They went their separate ways to their respective classes but Yuuri’s mind was far elsewhere, more specifically underneath that blooming cherry tree across the street.

As soon as class was dismissed Yuuri hurried out to the school yard to search for Victor. His little heart sank in disappointment when he didn’t immediately spy Victor’s trademark flowing silver hair. His worries were quickly washed away when he heard Victor’s light foreign voice call out from behind Yuuri.

“Yuuri!” Victor called cheerfully with a wave. Yuuri waved back as Victor approached him and took Yuuri’s hand. With the assistance of the crossing guard Yuuri and Victor crossed the street and ran across the open field where their makeshift altar would be.

They sat below the tree as the pale pink petals floated around them. They chatted together while they wove crowns from the tree’s blooms - well Victor did most of the talking but Yuuri was more than happy to listen.

When Victor was finished weaving his crown, he reached up and placed it on Yuuri’s head with a proud smile. “Perfect!” He exclaimed. Yuuri finished his flower crown and set it on top of Victor’s head.

“Sorry mine isn’t as good as yours Vicchan.” Yuuri apologized sheepishly. Comparing the two crowns side by side, Victor’s was certainly more beautiful and well crafted than Yuuri’s but Victor didn’t mind. All that mattered was that his new friend made it.

“Nonsense! It’s wonderful!” Victor argued gingerly touching the woven flowers resting against his soft silver hair.

“Victor?” Yuuri asked sheepishly, looking up at Victor from under his lashes. Victor was struck by the scene before him. Yuuri wearing the flower crown Victor made, with rouge petals falling from the cherry tree and softly landing in his dark hair.

“Yes Yuuri?” Victor responded softly

“Do you really want to marry me?” He asked unsure of himself.

“Of course I do!” Victor reassured. “Can we get married now? My mom is going to pick me up soon.” Victor asked almost impatiently.

“Ok you go first.” Yuuri encouraged. Victor smiled and took Yuuri by the hands and started with his childlike version of wedding vows.

“I, Victor Nikiforov, promise to be your best friend forever and ever and make sure that you’re never sad ever again.” Victor promised firmly with unwavering seriousness. “Alright your turn.” Victor encouraged.

“I, Katsuki Yuuri, promise to be your friend and hold your hand and pet your dog and laugh at your silly jokes and never ever hurt your feelings.” Yuuri rattled on. Victor’s grin grew impossibly wider and he threw his arms around Yuuri’s neck in an excited hug.

“We’re married now Yuuri! We’re going to be together forever!” Victor proclaimed. A sleek car pulled up a few moments later and honked for the newlywed’s attention. “That’s my mom. Bye Yuuri! I’ll see you tomorrow, da?” Victor leaned over a gave Yuuri’s cheek a quick innocent peck before running off with a wave of his hand. Yuuri absently touched his cheek as he waved goodbye to his new husband.

20 Years Later

Yuuri,” Victor sang, sneaking up behind Yuuri and covering his eyes with his hands. Yuuri was immediately suspicious. He’s known Victor long enough to know when he’s up to something.

“Victor.” Yuuri said in his disapproving voice. Victor chuckled behind him and rested his chin on Yuuri’s shoulder, still blocking Yuuri’s vision.

“I brought you a present.” Victor whispered slowly kissing along Yuuri’s neck.

“Finally marrying you is present enough.” Yuuri retorted tenderly.

“Are you implying that time we got married as kids wasn’t real? Yuuri! You wound me.” Victor said dramatically. He could almost hear his fiance pouting.

“What did you get me? Or is this some rouse to get me to have a quickie with you before the ceremony starts?” Yuuri asked. Victor scoffed but didn’t deny it immediately.

“Sadly no.” Victor said before setting something on top of Yuuri’s head. “Here. Take a look for yourself.” Victor said, pulling his hands away from Yuuri’s eyes and turning his shoulders to the nearby mirror. On top of Yuuri’s head was an ornate crown made of freshly picked cherry blossoms. Yuuri started to tear up when he saw in the mirror that Victor wore a similar flower crown himself.

“Well what do you think, lyubov moya? I made them myself.” Victor said. Victor started to panic when he saw moisture brimming in Yuuri’s eyes. Yuuri sniffed and dabbed at the tears that decided to spill over on their own accord. But despite his tears Yuuri had the biggest brightest smile on his face.

“I still can’t believe you remember that.” Yuuri shook his head in disbelief.

“Of course I’d remember marrying the love of my life.” Victor said before resting his forehead against Yuuri’s. Victor let his eyes slip closed, taking a moment to revel in the feeling of Yuuri in his arms as they eagerly awaited the first day of the rest of their lives to begin.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” Yuuri wondered to himself.

“I ask myself the same thing every day.” Victor said.

Mari chose that moment to poke her head into the room, breaking the intimate moment the couple was sharing.

“It’s time.” She said.

Victor gave Yuuri’s arm a reassuring squeeze. After taking a calming breath, Yuuri hooked his arm through Victor’s. The couple shared a look full of excited nerves before stepping out and beginning their journey to the all too familiar blooming cherry tree, ready to finally seal their childish promises of dedication into reality.

Unsent: Jughead Jones X Reader (Part Three)

Part 3: Disaster Dress

With your new perspective in the flirting game, how will you grow closer with Jughead?  Betty and Veronica decide to intervene in a dangerous way.

Words: 1, 378 (sorry it’s a bit long!)

Warnings: swearing, angst

You guys all voiced you wanted part three of (what is planned to be) ten tonight, so here it is! Hopefully tomorrow I will be able to post my first requested fic and part four, but please don’t be super disappointed if I don’t get part four up tomorrow. Alright, please enjoy, I love you guys. :) <3 - Juggie xx

When you woke up that Wednesday morning your whole body already seemed to be shaking with nerves. Breaking apart from your usual routine of putting on some jeans and a t-shirt you were going to stun the boy of your dreams with a cute, form-fitting dress.

Oh God.

Knowing you’d want to chicken out you had texted Betty the night before, who agreed to dress up a little so you wouldn’t feel so out of place. You woke up early, leaving yourself time to do some smokey eye makeup, perfect your eyeliner, and topped off the look with your signature pair of high top chucks. You’d soon realize none of that could prepare you for how things would go down today.

You were at your locker, playing with your hair and waiting for Jughead. Since you had first period together he would walk you every morning. “(Y/N)?”

You turned and smiled at him, your heart faltering a little at his confused face. ‘Hey Juggie! Like my new look?’ “Hey Jug.”

He smiled back at you, “Is something going on today? You’re all dolled up.”

'Do you like it? I did it for you.’ “Um, no. No, I just wanted, Betty and I decided to both look nicer today, just because.”

He looked you up and down, “Oh, okay then. Just seems a bit odd for you.”

You both began to walk towards your English class, and you felt yourself begin to panic. 'Do you think I’m incapable of being pretty?’ “What do you mean?”

“Well this seems more like a Veronica thing, you usually don’t go out of your way for your style.”


He turned his face to look at you, “I didn’t mean it as a bad thing. It’s just different.”

“It’s fine Jug, I get it.” Does he think she’s prettier?

He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped, not wanting to examine more and make the conversation more awkward. During English you kept to yourself, not bothering to try flirting with the boy who wounded your spirits this morning.

By lunch you had enough time to recover from the morning’s talk and sat next to Jughead at the gang’s table outside. You were the only two to show up so far, so you decided it was the perfect time to begin phase two: the touch. You placed your hand on his shoulder to get his attention from his laptop, but that had failed as he kept typing away anyways. You continued on despite his reaction, “How’s it coming?”

He didn’t answer, just kept typing out his thoughts. You removed your hand suddenly feeling very insecure for the billionth time today, maybe he doesn’t want to be bothered right now. You saw Archie, Veronica and Betty making their way over until they finally sat with you, saving you from this awkward encounter. Archie smiled showing his perfect pearly whites, “What’s up guys?”

Jughead immediately looked up and smiled at his best friend, “Nothing much. How was the music lesson with your new teacher?”

Oh. You felt your confidence take another blow, and you couldn’t stop your face from showing your emotions of rejection and hurt. Betty immediately took notice and texted you under the table.

From B: What’s wrong? :(

To B: Jughead has been acting odd, and just now he’s started ignoring me.

From B: Maybe it’s the outfit, maybe it’s making him notice you differently?

To B: The only thing he’s noticed is that it’d look better on Ronnie.

Betty shot you a confused look and you tried to fight the tears threatening to fall. Today has been a disaster. Veronica spoke up, taking the group’s attention away from their previous conversation, “Hey, secrets don’t make friends.” She smiled at Betty.

Betty quickly retorted, “Good thing we aren’t sharing secrets.”

Archie rose an eyebrow, “Are you alright (Y/N)?”

You thanked every power you could think of because Betty had given you enough time to recover. “Yes, why? Do I have something in my eye?”

“No, just worried.”

Veronica smirked, obviously up to no good. “So (Y/N), last chance to decide if you want to be a Vixen, are you coming after school today?”

Is that what you needed? Would that be how you would catch Jughead’s eye like Veronica had? You smiled brightly at her, your answer shocking the others. “Sure, why not?”

He didn’t ignore you this time. Jug turned to face you, “What made you change your mind?”

You dared to face him, even though it still stung. “I don’t know, it might be fun.”

The others had continued on with other topics but he whispered to you, “Why are you suddenly changing so much? Why are you trying to be like them?”

Gathering your courage, you managed to make your voice unwavering. “I’m not trying to be like anyone Jug, I’m trying to do nice things for myself.”

He scoffed, “Bullshit.”

“Why is it so hard to believe that maybe I want to look nice? That I want to be a Vixen?”

“Because I’ve been best friends with you for as long as I can remember, and the (Y/N) I know would much rather spend their Friday nights wearing sweats and watching movies over getting dolled up for a football game and cheering for meat-head jocks who look at you and see only a score and not a person.”

You blood was boiling, “Well people change Jughead, I’m sorry.” You stood up and stormed away, not being able to handle the conversation any longer. Ronnie was right, he had an exquisite way with words, and just then his words really cut into your heart. Why were you two butting heads so much today? The chemistry between the two of you and standing firm through your friendship was so natural, but right now you couldn’t bear to look at him.

You headed to the student lounge to find Kevin, who must have gotten a text from B or V as he immediately stood up and opened up his arms to give you a hug. You ran into his arms and cried, goddamn Jug can be so frustrating.

Kevin stroked your hair, “Calm down (Y/N). Everyone goes through a rough patch every once in a while. You and your moody loverboy will be okay.”

You pulled away from his chest for a second, “Kev?”


“Thank you.”

At the Vixens practice you explained to Betty and Veronica what all had happened today, and they shared their apologies and encouraging words. You couldn’t shake away the dark cloud that seemed to follow you; you couldn’t stand Jug being mad at you. Taking heed to his words from lunch, you decided not to join the cheer leading squad. And you went home, and cried and cried, and took off the cursed dress that seemed to trigger your misfortune.

Betty and Veronica had different plans for after practice.

They would conspire and concoct a scheme so wild yet so logical that it would have to get you and Jughead together. Was it morally right? That didn’t matter. Could it backfire? Hell yes. But would they do it if they thought it would push you to admit your feelings? Would they flirt with the boy you loved if they thought it would lead you to confessing to him?


From Juggie: Hey, please don’t be mad at me (Y/N). I’m sorry I freaked out earlier, I’m not good at adjusting to change. If you want to be a Vixen, do it.

To Juggie: I’m not going to be a Vixen.

From Juggie: Thank god, I was going to throw a fit if your cheer leading got in the way of our movie nights.

To Juggie: Do you want to come over and watch a movie tomorrow? I just got La La Land :)

From Juggie: Sure, but don’t think this means I am suddenly a huge fan of musicals. We are watching Rebel Without A Cause the next time. :P

From Juggie: “Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future.” - John F. Kennedy. Good night (Y/N).

To Juggie: Good night Jug

Unsent: You really hurt me today..

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That Kind Of Accidental Photo. ::TJ Perkins Smut::

Pairing: Reader x TJ Perkins

Word Count: 3,518

Warnings: Smut. Some swearing.

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I pulled my hair up into a high ponytail, hoping that I would be able to get a better look without all the strands obscuring my view. It was still slightly nippy, not surprising as it was only mid February and I wanted to be quick about this considering the chill I was beginning to feel, stood in the bathroom dressed only in a bra and matching underwear.

I straightened one strap that had managed to get itself twisted, before looking at myself in the mirror, checking to see where the material was fitting and if it needed to be tightened. The red lingerie contrasted well with my skin and I couldn’t help but feel good about myself, even if I knew no one was going to see it. Valentine’s Day was tomorrow and while I admittedly wasn’t the biggest fan of the holiday, I was a big fan of the lingerie deals that were available in the run up. Well, that and the discounted chocolates on the day after. Taking advantage of the various offers, I had picked up some cute Valentine-themed lingerie as a treat for myself.

Standing with my back turned to the mirror, I craned my head, trying to look over my shoulder and get a good look of what it looked like from the back and while, I could see my panties just fine, my viewpoint was lacking in the bra area. I grumbled to myself, sure that my flexibility had been so much better when I had been back at school and it wasn’t as though I was that old. Picking up my phone, I saw that I had a text from TJ which I had received this morning, but had forgotten to reply to. And I really did need to reply, considering it was regarding the details of us car-pooling together tomorrow. Making a mental note to reply once I wasn’t half naked and hopefully slightly warmer, I brought up the camera on my phone and then proceeded to take about five minutes trying to find the right angle, so that both my front and my back (via the mirror’s reflection) was featured in the screen display, before taking a quick snap.

Peering at the result, I was satisfied with what I saw, liking the way the set looked on me and more importantly that everything was fitting right. Because let me tell you, bras were ridiculously uncomfortable when they didn’t fit properly and nothing soured the joy of new lingerie quite so quickly. Moving to delete the photo from my phone, I was interrupted by another text from TJ, urging me to get back to him, as he needed to know whether or not to wait for me tomorrow morning. Feeling guilty about making him chase me for my response, my fingers flew quickly across the screen as I tapped out a reply. It was only after I had hit send, that I noticed my phone had packaged a picture to send along with my message. I froze for a moment, overwhelmed by the feeling that the picture I had accidently sent, was the last photo in the world I wanted TJ to see. Preparing myself, I opened my messages back up, only to see my lingerie photo staring back up at me.

“Fuck” I shouted loudly, not caring if the neighbours heard me swear. Exiting the bathroom, I picked up the clothes I had discarded only moments before, frantically pulling on my skinny jeans and not even bothering to do them up, before reaching for my zip-up hoodie. I paused, the zip not even half way up yet, as I wondered what exactly the hell I thought it was, I was doing. The plan had been to run down the hall to TJ’s room and tell him not to read my text and just delete it. There was just one exceedingly big flaw to my plan, it would look bloody suspicious if I did that. In fact TJ would be even more likely to open it after that. Like when you tell a child not to do something, so they immediately have to do it. Except TJ was fully grown man. A fully grown man who I did not want to see that. It was absolutely mortifying. Especially after what had happened in my last relationship.

That relationship had lasted two years and it was the only time previously that I had sent such photos. I had been devastated when I found out what he had done, sharing my photos with his friends, like they were some kind of party favour. I had to fight the urge to panic, because I had enough respect for TJ, to know that he would never do anything like that. However, it didn’t change the fact he would see it. Or had seen it, because there was no way that he hadn’t read that text by now.

In fact, the knock at my door pretty much confirmed my suspicions, because I knew damn well who was behind it. My fingers fumbled for a moment, before finally zipping my hoodie all the way up. I had no choice now but to face the music and so I steeled myself and just hoped it wouldn’t be too awkward. I was suppose to be sharing a car with him tomorrow after all.

I wasn’t particularly surprised when I opened my door to find TJ stood in the hallway. I was however, surprised by the look he was giving me, his dark brown eyes dangerously intense, his tongue sweeping over his lower lip. “Let me in”, was all he said in greeting and I was still so stunned by the way he was looking at me, that I hadn’t even realised that I had stepped aside until TJ had reached the centre of the room.

“TJ, look about that..” I started to say, but I didn’t get very far before TJ interrupted me, one hand running through his hair and leaving it in disarray. “I get that probably wasn’t meant for me. Actually, I can tell from your face, that definitely wasn’t meant for me. And I really probably shouldn’t be here, because there is a someone out there, who that picture was definitely meant for…”

“There is no one” I interrupted, the words stumbling out for my mouth before I even realised they were. TJ finally paused, taking a moment to look me over, a mischievous smile taking over his face and I suddenly felt very naked despite the fact I was fully covered.

“Well, thank fuck for that. Because I wasn’t too sure I was going to be able to stop myself from doing this” he told me. He was across the floor practically in an instant, taking long strides as he stepped in front of me. His hands were warm as they cupped my face and pulled me into a deep kiss. I was taken off-guard for a moment, but there was something so sweet about the way he tasted and I ended up greedy for more, my hands curling into the front of t-shirt.

There was denying that TJ was talented, his lips moving roughly over mine, while gentle hands in comparison, traced down the side of my neck, his thumb coming to rest on the hollow of my throat and I gasped the movement making me feel curiously vulnerable, while being strangely erotic. He pulled away, his lips lingering over mine for a moment.

“I’ve thought about doing this before, but I always chickened out. The moment I received that photo though, I knew I had to come over. Do you have any idea how damn sexy you are?” he murmured, before lowering his lips back onto mine. His hands fell to my hips this time and I could feel his fingers edging their way up under the hem of my hoodie. He groaned as his fingertips met bare skin and let his teeth gently scrape over my lower lip as he pulled away.

“Are you still wearing it?” he asked. With the way his voice had deepened, there could be absolutely no confusion as to what ‘it’ was. Feeling my confidence build, I took a step back and fiddled delicately with my zipper all the while keeping my eyes locked with his.

“Why don’t you find out?” I offered, letting my hand drop.

If possible I could see his eyes darken even more, as he took a step forward following me. His mouth lowered to my neck, kissing my sensitive skin, before he began to speak, his lips brushing over me with every word he whispered. “I intend to. But this isn’t just sex for me, Y/N. I want to try for something much more than this. I need to know if that’s okay with you” he told me bluntly.

“Such a smooth talker” I teased, my hands once again curling into his t-shirt and drawing him even closer. “But yes, I want to try too”. I could feel him smile against my neck and this time when his lips touched my skin again, he began to suck, the best kind of burning impression being left behind on my skin.

“TJ..” I groaned and I felt him smile against my skin once more. Pulling back, his fingers tugged gently at my zipper, ever so slowly undoing my hoodie, touches of my red bra peeking through. I could see his hardness clearly straining at his sweatpants now and I was only distracted as I felt TJ’s fingers skim over my shoulders, pushing my hoodie off. He bit his lower lip, his fingers tracing back down my bra straps, but to my disappointment his hands skipped over my breasts and trailed down to my hips instead.

Next, he fell to his knees in front of me, continuing to peer up at me as his hands slide around to the front of my jeans, raising one eyebrow at me while smirking, as he realised that I hadn’t done the buttons up in my rush to get dressed.

“I swear TJ. If you open that mouth of yours and tease me, there will be hell to pay” I told him, recognising that cheeky look in his eyes and knowing him far too well in general. My warning lost any weight it held though, when I felt him run his tongue teasingly up my stomach, ending in a soft kiss just under my bra and I let out a low moan, my legs suddenly feeling shaky.

TJ fell back to his knees again, tugging my jeans down over my legs and I heard the appreciative groan he made, my image now matching the one he had seen in the photo. I trembled as he pressed a kiss to the top of both my thighs, before falling into giggles as he suddenly picked me up, placing me over his shoulder and started to make his way over to the bed.

“TJ!” I scolded, though the whole thing was ruined by my constant laughter, especially when he playfully swatted my ass. Despite his playfulness, he was careful as he placed me down on the bed, waiting until my back had hit the mattress, before tickling my sides, causing my laughter only to increase as I wriggled under him.

“What?” he asked, feigning innocence even as his fingers continued to skip over my ribs. His fingers slowly drifted upwards and the nearer he got to my bra, the more purposeful they became in their movements, the playful atmosphere disappearing as quickly as it had come. His fingers traced teasingly over the line of my bra and I took a sharp breath in, wanting to feel more of his touch.

“My girl is beautiful isn’t she?” he murmured, a shy quality to his voice as he watched how I would react to his words, unsure if he was pushing his boundaries. I grinned at his words, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck and pulling him in for another kiss, my hands sliding up the back of his shirt and feeling the muscles of his back flex under my fingertips. Wanting to be able to feel more of his skin, I tugged at his shirt, TJ leaning back so I could pull it over his head. My fingers roamed his chest, drifting down to the trace the lines of his stomach, enjoying the shaky breath I pulled from him.

TJ pulled his lips away from mine, beginning to scatter a line of kisses down my body, only stopping when he reached my bra, choosing to chase the curves of my cleavage with his lips. “As pretty as all this is” he said as he fingered lace decorated cups, “It really needs to come off”.

Hearing the obvious hint in his words, I arched my back slightly, giving myself enough space to reach behind and undo my bra clasp. TJ stayed propped up on his elbows, watching me intently as I slid the garment down my arms and tossed it to one side. He had the cheekiest grin on his face, as his hands palmed my breasts, pressing them together, as his thumbs played lightly over my nipples. My back arched again, this time the result of his attentions, as TJ scattered feathery kisses over my breasts, his lips barely brushing over my nipples. My fingers clasped at his hair, hoping to encourage him to move his mouth where I really wanted it. I was rewarded when his lips latched onto a sensitive nipple, teasing me with a combination of teeth and tongue.

“TJ, I need you” I moaned. “Inside” I clarified only a moment later. I could feel my wetness gathering, the material between my legs dampening. He had barely touched me and I was already completely aroused. I knew that he felt it too. His hardness had been a steady presence ever since he had begun to undress me and was now consistently pressing into my hip, the material of his sweatpants straining.

“Thank fuck, you said that. That photo earlier was enough foreplay for me. Just didn’t want to push you too fast” he groaned, his hand slipping into my pants, fingers parting my folds as he tested my wetness. “Wanted to make sure you were ready”.

“More than ready” I told him, my hands falling to his sweatpants and tugging the material down as far as I could from this position. TJ picked up from where I left off, shuffling his pants down along with his boxers. My panties were quick to follow in the path of the rest of our clothes, leaving the both of us completely naked.

I couldn’t help myself. Even though both of us had already admitted we were ready to proceed, I reached out my hand and wrapped my fingers around his hardened cock, wanting to feel him. I watched as TJ let out a shuddery breath, his head falling forward for a moment, before reaching down and wrapping his fingers around my wrist, bringing my hand to his mouth. He pressed a soft kiss to the palm of my hand, causing me to be the one to shiver this time.

“Thought we had already established that photo was more than enough foreplay for me” he murmured gently and I could see his eyes twinkling with mirth, kissing my hand once more, but this time letting his teeth scrape over delicate skin. My only reply was a grin as I wrapped one arm around the back of his neck, pulling him into another kiss and I could feel his body weight settle on me, strong arms wrapping themselves around my body.

“You know, when I received that photo. I was actually jealous for a moment. Thought I had lost my chance. That someone else got to touch you. Be with you” TJ told me once he had pulled away, fingers caressing the line of my jaw as he continued to speak. “And I came charging down to your room, still half-hard and with absolutely no idea what I was going to say to you, just knowing that I had to say something”.

“I’m glad you did” I replied, causing him to grin in response, lowering his lips to mine and swallowing the groan I made as I felt him push into me, leaving me feeling pleasantly full. He made no further efforts to move his hips though and despite wrapping my legs around him, it was nowhere near enough friction for me and I ended up pleading with him.

“TJ, please!” I mumbled, tracing my lips over his neck in an attempt to encourage him.

He chuckled in response, placing his hands onto my hips as he began to slowly rock himself into me. “Just wanted to savour the moment. Savour you. After all, I only get to make love to you for the first time only once”.

My heart fluttered at his romantic words. “Fuck, you really are a smooth talker” I mumbled.

“The smoothest” he agreed teasingly, his strokes becoming deeper with each pass and my fingers began to dig into his shoulders.

There was something about the atmosphere that was surrounding us, that was completely intimate, TJ’s forehead resting against mine as we continued to move together. Both his hands were now linked with mine and he had them pinned to the bed either side of my head. His gaze never left mine, almost as if he was searching for something and judging by the way his eyes lit up, he found it when I moaned out his name.

The pace that he set was just right, nothing too fast or too slow, just enough to slowly build me up to my orgasm. Almost like starting a fire, beginning with nothing more than a small flame which gradually grew bigger over time.

The rocking of the bed was growing to become a steady beat against the wall, TJ’s lips moving to my collarbone and teasing me with gentle pinches of his teeth. With my hands still pinned to the bed, I resorted to pressing kisses of my own against his exposed neck, sucking occasionally on the skin, causing him to groan lowly, his hips bucking slightly harsher with each time.

“TJ, I’m close” I mumbled and I felt his lips leave me, his gaze returning to mine, only pausing to press a brief kiss to my lips.

“Me too” he murmured, finally letting go of one of my hands so he could hold my cheek, his thumb moving gently over my skin. I took the opportunity to wrap my free arm around his shoulders, gasping out loud at a particularly deep thrust.

With both of us being driven by our own arousal, the pace picked up, TJ bottoming out on each thrust, leaving me reeling before my orgasm had even overtaken me.

“T-..” I moaned loudly as I hit my release, unable to even get his whole name out as my body shook with the intensity I was feeling, my hand squeezing his tighter as I came. The sound of TJ swearing was the all warning that I received, before I felt him cum as well, continuing to pump into me as he rode out the last of his release. In a moment mimicking me earlier, I felt his hand squeeze mine tight.

I couldn’t help but smile myself, as I saw the wide grin on his face, TJ quickly pulling me into a short, passionate kiss, both of us too out of breath for much more than that. Rolling onto his back, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, turning me into him and I ended up resting my head on his chest, feeling it rise up and down with every breath. I sighed contently, as I felt his hand begin to stroke over my hair, closing my eyes momentarily, only opening them again when I heard TJ yawn.

“You can stay here tonight?” I offered shyly, still enjoying the way that his fingers were threading through my hair, a small yawn falling from my own lips, feeling slightly tired myself. I felt his lips press against the top of my head, fingers moving to stroke my back.

“I would like that” he told me softly, nudging me softly to look up at him. Warm brown eyes met mine and looking at him right now, I finally understood what people meant when they said someone ‘smiled with their eyes’.

“Would you let me take you out for Valentine’s Day? I’m sure most of the restaurants will be fully booked by now, but I’m sure we could find something to do” he asked, his voice appearing softer in the darkness and silence of the room.

“That would be amazing” I told him earnestly.

I watched as he smiled even more, leaning down to once again to kiss me, before proceeding to pull the covers up and around us, ensuring that I was tucked in and feeling both warm and cosy.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N” he whispered.

Off The Bench     By: Y. Black

It was barely after Christmas and they already had a shit ton of Valentine’s Day decorations and candy strewn about every damn store. I had grown to hate that fabricated holiday. Crazy, because I used to be that guy who would go all out for the day. I was fast approaching the second solemn, lonely February 14th, and the third, technically since I had been ruined. Ruined was quite possibly an understatement but it is what it is. I was madly in love at the time. There was nothing I wouldn’t have done to prove just that, and that day was supposed to be perfect.

I had a decadent outing planned, and I had been waiting on the day for months to be completely honest. I pump faked like I was going to work that day, but in reality, I was putting all the final touches on my master plan. Nothing was going to go awry on this day. We had been together for almost two years and she who shall remain nameless, was my everything. That day was going to solidify my stance as to where she stood in my life and what I wanted with her. I made my rounds that day with the biggest smile in my heart. The rose petals had been laid out all over the suite. I had dropped the chef the key to the suite so there would be no delay. I went and picked up her dress and my suit for the night. Shit was just too perfect. I had headed back to the house to surprise bae about fifteen after the hour of 11. Her first 2 dozen roses should have been delivered about 45 minutes prior to my arrival. I was so wrapped up in my grand scheme that I didn’t even stop to think how she hadn’t hit me up all day. As I pulled up to our apartment, the excitement was bubbling over. I was ready to whisk her away for her massage, facial and all out pampering session.

As I made it upstairs to 603B, butterflies filled me. I was convinced she was going to meet me at the door with the biggest smile and hug. I opened the door and was welcomed with an eerie silence. Maybe she was in the tub soaking, I thought. The only hint I had given her as to the festivities that I had planned was to be prepared to be swept off her feet. The candles were lit, the house smelling like vanilla and a hint of lavender. I checked the mail that was on the counter as I passed the kitchen. I heard her voice from the backroom. I smiled and made my way to her sweet melody. I slowly opened the door leading to our room and did a quick scan of the surroundings. She wasn’t in the bed, so I went to the bathroom. I could tell the water had not too long ago been turned off. The mirror still brandished a thick steam coating along the top. I walked to my side of the bed and saw a set of clothes unfamiliar to me. I looked over to the sliding glass door leading to the balcony and I saw her white robe on the floor. I precariously walked over and pulled the blinds back. What my eyes focused upon ripped my heart out of my chest. She was knelt between his legs on her knees, with a mouthful of him. My body kept me frozen in place. I couldn’t bear to watch her service this random like she had serviced me only hours before. I was in complete shock. A million things ran thru my mind all at once. I wanted to cry, laugh, scream out. Hell, I even thought about my nine in the closet. After what seemed to be an eternity I peeled myself from the glass unbeknownst to either of them. Threw a bag of shit together quick and bounced. I left a note:

Hey Tracey,

I just wanted to let you know that I never had a gift like this. This will be with me for a lifetime, I hope you know. I never would have thought I would be kicked in the dick so hard, let alone by you. You were my queen, the reason the sun rose in the east and set in the west; let me tell it. So quickly everything became nothing. But it was all your choice. At any rate fuck you very much, for everything and clearly nothing.


I locked the sliding door just as she began to mount this nigga, and I taped the note to the window. I pushed the blinds back far enough so she could see me. The look on her face was utter disbelief. She tried to hop off but I was out. Fast forward now two, just about three years, here I am approaching damn Valentine’s Day again. The last two have been lackluster and that’s an over statement. I can count on one hand how many dates I had been on since that day. That shit made me hardcore. I had no intention on trying at another relationship. We could kick it here or there, and not on no consistent shit either.

That was until she moved in across the street 4 months or so ago. See, I had moved into the city, and was in apartment C of the brownstone, and I happened to catch her on moving day. She was brown skinned, short cut like Nia on Friday almost, and her smile was brighter than Time Square at midnight. I hadn’t been smitten like this in what felt like ages. I kept my distance and had done so for months. But the what if game in my head had gotten real old. We all know curiosity killed the cat, and I was sure to be the next victim. I was hesitant in my approach. Outside of the moments when we happened to be on our street at the same time, I only caught glimpses of her silhouette on the nights I’d sit on my window seat. After seeing her again one evening, it was then and there that I decided I would take a stab at her the next day. It was a blistering morning but I went thru with my plan anyway. I left the brownstone for work a hair earlier than normal so I could make my first move. I stuck a sticky note on her wind shield.


I wish I knew your name. But I find you very attractive and I would really like to get to know you. I know this is different but I’m a bit shy but I had to try something to get your attention.


P.S. If you’re interested leave a note back here tomorrow.


I wasn’t the least bit confident that I would get a response. But that didn’t stop me from pondering what her possible response would be if she even gave one. I wrestled with myself on if I had even taken the right approach. I kind of felt lame, but I had been out of the game so long, I wasn’t sure if I could just go up and talk to her like that. I wrecked my brain all day about this. I ended up grabbing a drink at the bar up the block on the way home. I threw a few back and made my way in. The liquor in my system took the edge off, which was great. I noticed her car was back in place and the note was no longer on the windshield. I hustled into the house as though if she would have saw me, she would have known I was the mystery man behind the note. I was really trippin’ out. I ordered Chinese and peered out the window a few times, but only to see the very silhouette that had me going thru all this madness. Somewhere in the disarray of my thoughts I managed to slip into a deep slumber. I woke up the next morning unsure whether I should be excited or just await the inevitable. I did my normal routine and headed for the door.  I walked over to the car and saw a return note.


I am Machelle, this is certainly odd but I consider myself a deferrer, so why not play along? I too don’t have a name for you. And I will do you one better, I love sports how about you?


I looked around 3 minutes too late like I couldn’t already have been made. I darted back across the street and up to my apartment. I had to pen the next note to her, knowing I was probably going to be late to work. But how in the Sam hell could I not respond to her promptly? I scrambled around looking for my note pad and in my haste, I found it on the kitchen counter.

Hello Machelle,

First off, I’m glad and honestly shocked you responded. My name is DePaul. Sports are, were instrumental in my life coming up. I love them. Are you a Knicks or Nets fan? What other things do you fancy?


I put the letter in a different spot on the windshield than where she had her note. Hopefully she would notice when she came out this morning. I was eager to get off that afternoon, but I had no clue that I’d have another note waiting for me. She had placed it under the left wiper blade and I had used the right one that morning. I guess that would be our indicator. I surveyed my surroundings before swiping my note and crossing the street. The allure of the entire of the situation had me hyped.


Good day,

DePaul huh? I like that. What sport did you play? And I fancy many things but mainly I’m a foodie, I love the beach, and history intrigues me as well. How about you? BTW this whole note thing is just too cute.


Hey there,

Aww shucks you like my name. I played baseball and basketball, I dabbled in soccer but that was too much running for too little points. History, what’s your favorite era in time? I like history as well but I am more of a science guy. What kind of music are you into miss lady?


We exchanged notes for two weeks, and I was rather content. I mean I wanted her but I wasn’t completely ready to put myself out on the chopping block either. I couldn’t lie to myself by the same token and say I didn’t want to have face to face conversation. See what her scent was like, touch her hand, just be in her presence. I think the all the note passing added to the allure of the whole thing. I just couldn’t bring myself to jump off the cliff yet. I was still window watching and sneaking notes. Then she went silent I didn’t get a note for 3 whole days. I was a bit concerned, I hadn’t seen her from my perch either. I left a note only to find it there when I returned home that day and the same the next morning when I left out. I guess the flame and cute little note game had gotten played out. Shit had me in the dumps on a Friday morning. I spent the entire workday pondering what went wrong. I walked from the subway with the least bit of pep in my step. I merely peered over at the Jag to still see the note I’d left the day before in the same spot. I walked up the stoop, stopping in the corridor to check the mail. Bills on a Friday are the worst. I was thumbing through the mail as I walked to my door when my keys slipped out of my hands and fell to the floor. As I knelt to pick them up I looked at the door realized that an envelope had been taped over the peephole. I quickly snatched it down and rushed inside. As I walked past the kitchen I tossed the other mail on the counter. Breaking the seal, a sweet aroma filled my nostrils. Instantly I knew it was her. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I really didn’t know what to expect.


I have enjoyed our back and forth over the past several weeks. And to be frank, I am beyond intrigued and more than impatient to really get to know you. For that I had to step up the game, let you know I know who you are and I am yours for the taking. I am free on the 14th so we should get together grab a bite of sorts. I’m sure you are going to go to your window… You’re not the only one that has been watching. In fact, I’ve been watching you since I came and looked at my place two months ago. But shhhh… don’t tell anybody. That can be our little secret. But let me know about dinner, call me 646-555-5525. Besides I am ready to hear your voice.

Damn, like for real damn. She put her foot all the way down on me. She put the note on my door, so I knew there was no mistaking the tone. And she slick let me know she knew who I was. That was a turn on. She was going for what she wanted and didn’t have a lick of shame in it. I was too hype to call. My mind was racing on what I could do with her on the 14th of…. Aww damn that’s Valentine’s Day. That fact hit me like a ton of bricks, but by now I am too invested and too intrigued not to push forward. I made my mind up right then and there, I was no longer going to let what happened those years ago, mold my future any longer. I sat on the couch pondering for a few moments. I wanted to peer out of my window but I didn’t want her to see me. It would be just my luck.

I headed to the shower with my mind set ablaze. What would she sound like? Would it be as sweet as she looked? Would our conversation flow like our notes had? Would my pen pal be everything I had spent the last few weeks dreaming about? I wonder if her lips would feel as good as this water felt after a long day of work. I was curious before, but now this was torture. Sitting on the edge of the bed clutching her last note, I was on a cliff, and I wasn’t sure what awaited me. But… I was too far gone to not jump. I dialed the number from the note. I could feel my heart in my throat, as it rang in my ear. At the end of the second chime she answered. It was the sweetest hello I had ever heard. I was stuck, in complete infatuation. The second hello brought me to. Clearing my throat, I reciprocated the pleasantries. We talked for an entire two hours that first night. Everything flowed so well. Two episodes of the Vikings marathon had come and went and yet I was still yearning for more of her. I know I went to sleep with a smile on my face that night.

The 14th was Tuesday, and we had discussed getting together as she suggested. The weekend gave me time to fester in my thoughts. I had already decided we would head to Manhattan to have dinner and a movie at the new dine in cinema. I was dead locked on that one. After that though, I would be at her mercy as she wanted to take me to what she described as a cool dessert spot. I was game for it though. I was just ready to be in her presence. I didn’t bug her over the weekend, though she did call to check up me. Apart of me wanted to kick it with her but I played it cool. Besides, if all went well I would afford myself a plethora of chill time.

Tuesday rolled around and 5 o’clock couldn’t take any longer to arrive. Butterflies had gripped me all day. I rushed out of the door and made my way to the subway station. The date was set for 7. That gave me just the right amount of time to get home, wash the day off, and get spiffy. Had this nice little number I put together, nothing too heavy. This was a light date of sorts, like a getting to know each other kind of thing. Some fresh denim, a black polo, accompanied by a military green bomber that accented my olive Timbs well. By 730 the kid was ready and dressed to impress. I called over and she told me she was ready as well. I told her I would be down waiting on her. I decided Uber would be the best bet. I figured we’d have a couple drinks and what not, so better safe than sorry. Just as she was coming down, the car was pulling up. She came down with jeans and a coat that hid her top, looking like a real around the way girl in her wheats. That look to me was so sexy, thought she probably thought nothing of it.

50 Shades was ok, I feel it could have been better, but it was definitely a good date movie. I had a million questions brewing in my head but I kept it cool. I was trying to remain a gentleman I swear, but in my head I was pondering what turned her on. Was she into any of this? Like the thoughts of her were getting me hot. We hadn’t even mentioned sex in our conversations but it was all that was on my mind at present. I was glad when the movie concluded. Then maybe my rampant mind would take a break. On the way out, our hands found one another.

“So, what did you think?” I probed. I was low key trying to see what piqued her interest as well as gauge how the night may end. I would be lying if I said I didn’t want her the very second she sat next to me in the uber. She smelled of heaven, and I was convinced that it was a place I wanted to go.

“Oh I liked it, but I thought it would be more intense. The way people rave about it, I was expecting more… Maybe I’m just hella freaky.” She didn’t even look up from rummaging in her purse. The uber pulled up as the blank stare and awkward silence gripped my soul.

I let her in on the back-driver side and I walked around to the other side of the car. As I got in the uber driver greeted us and asked us how our night had gone. Turns out she had seen the movie over the weekend. Her eyes lit up as she said she enjoyed it. Machelle couldn’t see her face though. They went back and forth about the movie. My eyes were glued to my date’s lips. The words flowed eloquently from her luscious chops. I felt myself leaning in unable to stop myself. Her eyes found mine, and she halted conversation abruptly. My body had superseded my mind. My mind was on the fence about the reception I would receive, but my body was itching to know what the outcome would be.  Our lips met with a fire hell couldn’t match. Her lips were as soft as my mind had dreamt and they fit upon mine just perfect. We wanted, no needed to know more.

I felt neurons shooting from every part of my frame in every direction. Her hands traveled up the back of my shirt, all but confirming we were in the same book, on the identical page, equivalent paragraph, and sentence.  She bit my bottom lip as my tongue delved into her opening. We traded places as I sucked and nibbled on her lips. We were just heating up, yet the windows were already beginning to glisten with fog from our steamy, passionate kisses. The more we embraced the deeper I fell into her. My hands descended inside the top of her pants and my hands found the top of her plump pussy, and I was shocked to discover we were both free ballin’. It was a nervous thing I did on a first date, don’t judge me. But anticipation gripped me the closer I got to her love center. As I landed home, she clamped down on my lip and we cooed in unison. I was in need of a life jacket. Swimming wasn’t on our original date itinerary, but adjustments would surely be made.

Her moans encouraged my every effort. She sounded of pure passion and love. I knew this was the gateway drug to an addiction of her. “I’ve been wanting to do this since the second note. Mmmm I’ve needed you to touch me.” She cooed to me. This Uber had turned into a really hot episode of taxi cab confessions. My lips found her neck as my fingers dove deeper in her swimming pool and didn’t even realize we had made it back home. Our diver didn’t bother to announce our arrival either. She was playing in her own pool in the front seat. The car was oozing of us, it was euphoric to say the least.  I was ready to get all the way wet. My phalanges found my lips as I was reluctant to pull away.

“Thank you” I uttered to our driver.

“No thank you” she rebutted, cleaning her own fingers. We all chuckled before we exited.

Machelle and I shared a steamy glare as we stood on the sidewalk on her side of the street, then we kissed hard as the car pulled off. I held her tight to me. With a bright flash the skies opened up and the rain began to pour. Machelle turned and bolted up the steps clutching my hand pulling me in tow. I watched what once was a rain drop now a bead of water, run down her caramel glazed skin tone. Before she could unlock and open the door, our tongues met again like fire and water. There was a slight jolt followed by a low moan. She turned the nob and pushed the door open, granting us access.  While I was scanning the room Machelle was fixated on shedding clothes. I was oblivious to it.

“MM..MM” she commanded my attention. My eyes most certainly feasted on her gorgeous frame, still glistening. Her c-cup breast still restrained in her gray lace bra. Her hips were being gripped with the matching thong. I could feel my heart beating fast. I wanted every part of this woman. I slowly made my way over scanning her loveliness. I followed her eyes and I could tell she was undressing me with them. Shirt first, up and over; then I unbuttoned my jeans. My chest met her breast as we embraced. She felt of satin to me. It was completely mesmerizing. My hands traced her outline. She felt perfect.

“I wanna taste you” She said, pushing me on to the sofa. I offered no objections. She kneeled before me taking my dick between her lips. Her tongue toyed with my head, before she descended my shaft. She was so gorgeous with my meat in her mouth. Her light brown eyes peered into my dark ones. Slurping she found an up and down rhythm, making me head fall back onto the sofa.

“Shit!” I murmured. She was giving me that work. Taking my dick out she slapped her cheek. She was revealing her monstrous ways the more she delved into me. I don’t know if she was trying to come out the gate and one up me, or was this just her normal lip service. But she was about to have me on the ropes in a second. I guided her head up and my shit left her mouth with a loud pop. She was ravenous on the rod. I gave her a look like, you mother fucker you. She blushed and quickly put on a devilish grin. I opted to not release my own beastly way upon her. I figured I would spring up on her at a less suspecting time. I reached down to my jeans that were around my ankles. I lifted a condom from the back pocket. I slid it down my still soaking member. Machelle straddled me, split her entrance on my pole. Condom on and all, I could feel the tsunami her lips were staving off. She nestled atop me, and proceeded to find a rhythm. My hands continued to roam her curves. Her gorgeous breast dangled just out of reach. Gripping her ass, I leaned up and sucked one of her protruding nipples into my mouth. She moaned deep and threw her head back, never breaking pace. Her pussy was gripping me with every up stroke.

She rode me like a champion, But I was ready to put my mark on her. The way her hips rolled on my dick was tantalizing. Her pretty breast dangled and bounced in front of me. Teasing my lips each time they swooshed passed my mouth. I was ready to put in work of my own. Machelle probably thought my bashfulness would translate to the bedroom but I was anything but in that arena. I wrapped my arms around her and stood up. Naturally her legs locked around me. I flexed my strength as I gave her that up stroke. She was game, sinking her teeth into my neck. Little did she know she was feeding the beast. Any more she would be unlatching the cage that contained it. Her nails dug in to the curve of my back. The passion was unreal. It was as if the more I pushed the more she grabbed and vice versa. You ever get intimate with someone, and know you made the right choice and know this is the start of something amazing. This was that, to the 10th power. I never felt so connected, so passionate, so beastly… all at one time. I wanted to passionately give her me but in the same sentence I wanted to bend her over, grip her by the throat and an ass cheek and punish her good ass pussy. I kept my composure though, at least for the moment. I couldn’t blow the top off of her imagination on the first go round. Not sure she could handle that. But she was fucking me like she wanted to take it there. She was fucking back with raw passion in her eyes.

I let her dismount me, and she posted up on the couch and pointed that gorgeous ass at me. It was swaying from side to side in slow motion. In reality, it was swishing back and forth rather quick. I was so gone I was watching each ripple as her ass moved about. She rocked back into my stiffness, she was so wet I slid in like a butter knife in warm butter. I didn’t move initially, I let her bounce that pretty ass on me. I could feel the cage become more unhinged. The better me knew I should have walked away. But she kept me entranced with her silky smoothness. I grabbed her hips, halting her movements. She looked back at me over her shoulder.

“Damn baby, I want more. Please can I have more daddy?” Her tone shot straight through me. It snatched the lock right off the cage.

“Fuck” I muttered to myself. I knew the tides would change rapidly in the next few moments. It was like the harder I pulled the harder she pushed. I halted my movement, as a last ditch effort to hold back. She probably was of the impression she had me on the ropes. But, she was wrong. Machelle flashed a sexy grin at me over her shoulder, then she started to twerk on my dick like it was her finishing move. Shit was driving me wild, and in essence she was only inching closer to my on-switch. She threw her head back and magically my hand grabbed a fist full of her curly locks. She let out a loud gasp as I matched her buck with my thrust. She wasn’t ready, and I had no cares. She brought this upon herself. Her ass was no longer coming back with the same determination as it once had. I pulled her up closer to my frame, gripping her titty and squeezing her nipple at the same time. Her muffled moans were getting harder to contain. In the madness my hand left her hair and moved towards her throat. As I gave her neck a gentle squeeze, I felt her pussy clench upon me as she found her release; with it came a screeching moan that I’m sure could have been heard from my place. I was poised to fill this rubber up. I get off on reactions and lawd she touched my soul in that moment. I pounded that pussy out until I came hard and fast. With a loud growl I spilled my cum all inside her soaking wet, hot kitty, and we collapsed in euphoria. We lay there sprawled out and panting.

“Machelle???” I managed between breaths. She just looked at me, unable to form words as of yet. “Machelle, you wanna be my girlfriend?”

Meeting In Secret // Kol Mikaelson // requested .part two

Request - kol mikaelson imagine where the reader is damon and stefans sister and they sneak out to see each other and one day elena catches them and tells damon nd they all turn against her and then when Jeremy kills him she tries to kill him and maybeyou can  use a lot of gifs too ???? sorry if its so long lol

Part One

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Originally posted by showandwrite

Originally posted by grustniyautist

The past month with the Mikaelsons have been a dream. You wouldn’t expect it, considering they’re the Original vampires but it has. Living with people other than my brothers felt so freeing. My whole life I bounced from Stefan to Damon. Now I’m finally out.

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Shabby Sandcastles Pt 2; C.H.

A/N: Due to popular demanded, I’ve given this part 2 a go. Happy reading.

“Y/n! Y/n wait!” She stops in her tracks, but doesn’t turn around at the sound of my voice. I wouldn’t blame her. She doesn’t speak, just stands there completely motionless, waiting for me to do something. “I’m sorry.” I mutter, probably not completely genuine if you ask me, but all the well, I meant it.

“I saw that yeah. I haven’t done anything wrong to you so in what right mind makes you think you can treat me in such a way?” Her voice is strained, but full of emotion - anger, maybe even hatred, towards me. I can’t come up with something proper to give her as an answer and decide to just stay quiet.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” She speaks louder this time and I can feel my cheeks heating when a few people down the corridor turn their heads. “Y/n, I’m sorry it’s just…” I trail off. She won’t be too happy with me when I just tell her she isn’t cool enough for me, because she most definitely is.

“Just what? You’ve got a reputation to uphold?” She cocks an eyebrow at me and a devious grin makes its way into her lips while she stares at me. I can feel the guilt and shame become apparent on my features and I think it fuels her anger she’s storing - just for me. “You don’t understand. Luke and - well you know - I can’t go back to how it was before Y/n. I just can’t.”

“Then I guess you can’t talk to me, right? Let’s end it now then and get it over with.” She huffs and turns on her heel again, ready to stalk away from me. “Y/n babe come on, wait.” I speak a bit louder while my fingers curl around her wrist. The death glare I receive speaks a thousand words, but I do not release my hold.

“Why didn’t you text me back?” I mumble, eyes cast towards the floor when I feel her pulling cease and let go of her wrist. I cross my arms over my chest, something defensive about it, when she slowly shakes her head at me. “We still aren’t completely housed in, Calum. I’ve been working on our new home for almost two weeks alongside my parents to get it a little bit more home-y. If I did get a chance to look at my phone I wouldn’t be awake long enough for a full text message.”

I don’t respond because somehow I knew she wasn’t like the other girls and wouldn’t keep me hanging on some thin line while talking to ten other males. She wasn’t like that. “So I’m sorry that I may have hurt your feelings, Calum. But sometimes life doesn’t go easy on you, it’s not like I want to be here.”

“I was enthralled when I saw you on the courtyard this morning.” I lazily smile, hoping to pull a small smile - any smile would suffice - from her lips. I fail.

“I didn’t notice any of that when you just blatantly ignored me two minutes ago.” If her words would be poisonous, I would’ve given up by now and accepted my faith. But I’m not giving up this easily.

“Let me take you out. I could show you around, and I can make it up to you. It’s a win-win for you.” I take both of her hands and feel more and more people stopping to stare, ignoring their conversations and focusing solely on ours. “And what’s in it for you?”

“I get to hang out with this awesome friend I made during the summer. And who knows.” I throw her a wink and I see the hint of a smile appear but she decides to scoff. “No and who knows Calum. I’m not someone who lets people walk all over her without consequences.” She smiles up at me and I feel my chest warm up - the same feeling I have felt all summer while I was around her.

“Tonight?” I ask hopefully while I let her hands go, taking a step back. “Can’t. Have to help my mom with the basement.”

I can feel my heart drop into my shoes that she might blow me off every single suggestion I make. “But how about this weekend? I’m free Friday night.” She chuckles when she sees the humongous grin that probably will remain for the rest of the day.

“I’ll make time. I’ll see you then?” I grin taking a few steps back towards the doorway as I watch her grin shyly, nodding her head. “Great.”


“I’m sorry I’m late. Got held up at the boys.” I sheepishly grin as soon as Y/n opens the door. The small smile playing on her lips shows me that she isn’t angry with me. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Well, I told you I’d show you around, didn’t I? So, let’s start with something to eat at one of my favourite places.” I start guiding her towards my car to start a night she hopefully would forgive me with and would be unforgettable all the same.

“This is the best pizza I’ve ever tasted! I think I’m in love.” Y/n mumbles with a mouth full of pizza, nodding her head along to emphasise her words. “Well, eat up. Because I have ice skating planned after.” I wink at the beautiful girl in front of me and her face lights up immediately. She shoves another bite of pizza past her lips before she drops the crust onto her plate.

“Let’s go then. I’m excited to see what you have in store. I can’t skate though.” She purses her lips and I chuckle, shaking my head as I stand up. While I hold out a hand for her to take, I speak. “Maybe that way you will be too busy to laugh at me falling flat on my ass.” It draws a high pitched giggle from her lips as she winds her arm around my biceps, pulling me closer.

“Believe it or not, I missed you.” I feel my heart constrict as she speaks the words and don’t speak up, just press her closer towards me.

Ice skating went just as I expected it would go. I was a complete and utter failure, while all of a sudden she decided to find a knick at it. It was nice to hear her laugh so heartily and carefree. If hearing that some more meant me falling down an awful lot more than necessary, I’d do it over and over again. It would also mean I would feel pretty sore at practice tomorrow.

“Well, I had an amazing night. Thank you.” Y/n mumbles as she ties her own shoes back up and raises to her feet, wiggling from leg to leg in front of me. “Who said the night was over yet?” I grin up, raising to my own feet so I could return the skates. “What do you mean?”

“There’s something I’d like to show you. Nothing all too special.” I pull her along for the short walking distance uphill. I already feel my heart hammering in my chest although I don’t know why, when I take the last few steps up to the edge.

“Oh my god, Calum. This – this is amazing.” The twinkling lights of the city does itself justice. It seems a bit magical, maybe even movie-worthy as both of us stand there, enjoying the scenery. “This concludes the end of our tour. Thank you for choosing Calum Tours.” I proclaim proudly, turning towards Y/n as she bursts into a fit of giggles.

“You’re such a moron. Thank you for this, it’s beautiful and I really enjoyed myself.” Y/n smiles at me, her hands curling around my arm as she sneaks closer towards my frame. The wind was picking up and the night was setting it – it was turning harshly cold rather soon. We had to leave shortly. “Any time.”

“So, aren’t you going to kiss me?” Y/n questions as her gaze keeps locked on the twinkling lights, smirk covering her lips. She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

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March 30


I could have magicked the bleach out of my hair that same morning.  I could have left the room looking like nothing had happened instead of enduring constant stares all day.  Now that it’s been twenty-four hours, it would be child’s play to spell the bleach away.

           Except I don’t.

           Because Snow can’t stop staring at it.

           And some things are worth the embarrassment.

           Besides, I’m about to pay him back in full.

           I strike early, immediately after breakfast. Snow and his ducklings stand in the hall outside our first class.  Bunce sees me first as I stalk towards them.  “Morning, Malfoy,” she calls to me, “isn’t the Slytherin common room the other way?”

           They’re all looking at me, Snow, Bunce and Wellbelove. Good.  Let them watch.

           I whip my wand from my pocket as I reach them and cast before anyone can react.

           “Not a word.”

           Snow opens his mouth to say something… and his voice freezes before it can get out.

           He clutches his throat and his eyes widen, and then the storm breaks.

           “WHAT THE HELL PITCH!”  Bunce actually manages to slam me against a wall with one mighty shove, and her wand is already at my neck.

           “Get off me, Bunce.”

           “Basilton Grimm-Pitch, you give him back his voice right now or I swear.”

           “Relax, Bunce,” I hiss down at her, barely able to see her when she’s this close.  “It’s only temporary.  He’ll be back to babbling by tomorrow morning.”  It’s an unfair thing to say, because Snow never babbles.  Sometimes he has difficulty even articulating his spells.

           “And what about in the meantime?” she snarls at me. “How’s he supposed to defend himself against whatever horrors you have in store for him if he can’t do magic?”

           “What if I told you I don’t have any horrors in store for him?”

           “Still,” Wellbelove pipes up, “stealing a mage’s voice? That’s cold, Basilton.”  She says it like she’s discussing the weather or the homework or what she’d like to eat tonight.

           “Not to mention totally illegal,” Bunce chimes in, and I don’t know if she’s correct on that or not, but I’m not about to fact-check her, especially not with her right in my face.

           “He’ll still be able to retaliate,” I say with a shrug.  “He certainly didn’t need magic to pour bleach in my shampoo.”

           “Why haven’t you fixed that yet, by the way?” Wellbelove asks.

           I look Snow directly in the eye.  “The perks,” I smirk, and to my delight his face goes red.  Merlin, this is fun.

“Your move,” I tell him before turning on my heel.


           I don’t know what kind of charm Bunce has placed on Snow, but through some miracle he manages to get through all of our classes without being called on.  It’s a little bit unfair that he has someone interfering, but I decide not to make a big deal of it. After all, Wellbelove was right. The voice is the most important weapon to a mage, and now that I’ve taken his, he’s no better than a Normal. At least for the day, anyway.  And though the added humiliation of not being able to speak when spoken to would have been amusing for me to watch, I figure I’ve ruined his day enough already.

           Besides, there’s a storm on its way.  If everything goes according to plan.

           Football practice goes longer than usual, until the sky is almost dark, and I can see Snow starting to flag by the time it’s over. It seems like he’s been trying to compensate for his lack of a voice by playing harder, and while he was admittedly almost unstoppable on the field, the extra work has clearly taken its toll. He’s still in the showers when I gather my things and head back to the room.

           It’s another fifteen minutes before he clomps to the top of the stairs.  He’s back in his regular clothes and his hair is extra curly from the shower, and before the door has fully fallen closed he flops onto his bed face-first and just lays there, breathing hard.  I shake my head at him from my bed before returning to my tablet.

           Eventually I see him kick off his shoes out of the corner of my eye.  He hauls himself up slowly like he’s carrying a sack of bricks on his back and throws the window open, leaning out of it and into the cold night air, sucking it in like he could get drunk on it.

           When he abandons the window to take his nightclothes into the bathroom, I decide I’ve gone long enough without being an arse.

           I get up and shut the window, then sit back down on my bed.

           Snow looks at it a long time when he comes back out, no doubt trying to remember whether he closed it or not.  He opens it.

           I wait until he’s sat on his bed again to walk over and shut it.  It hasn’t even been open a full ten seconds.

           Snow stares at me with a dismayed expression as I return to my bed.  He holds my gaze when he opens it again.  This time I spell it shut from my bed just to rub it in.

           He stands in exasperation and starts wildly gesturing from me to the window and back again, his mouth opening and closing silently like he’s forgotten there’s no voice coming out.

           “What is it, Snow?  Use your words.”

           I regret it the second it’s out.  His hands fall to his sides and his mouth closes slowly. He looks so heartbroken and I hate myself.  I hate myself.

           So much, in fact, that I get up and leave, making my way down to the catacombs to feed and yell at the walls.

           When I come back much later, Snow is sound asleep.

           I take a long look at him, how his eyelids settle into place and make him appear so real.  Like if I touched his skin right now it would feel different somehow, more physical.

           I open the window before climbing into bed.

Never Say Never (Part 6)

Pairing: Arthur (Mr.) Ketch x Reader
Word Count: 1,571
Warnings: Smut. Fingering. Slightly Rough Sex. Unprotected Sex. Cussing.
Sequel: Part 6/12 of  Never Say Never.

A huge thanks to @lucis-unicorn because without her this wouldn’t happen.  She’s my beta and my idea bouncer and at times a co-author.  She makes this happen because she’s wonderful. 

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“Can I be him?”

Not everybody should know about the fact that you’re a Kingsman agent, especially your family. In their eyes, you’re a tailor and do nothing but wasting your time. Tired of the attempts of your mother to make you settle down with a guy, who is up to your economic standards, you may just have to fake it…

Warning: a bit of ‘casual’ swearing
Eggsy Unwin x Reader
Part ONE of ‘Can I be him?’ - Series

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NCT 127 Confessing to you

Ahhhhh sorry I have been away again - plz don’t hate me I had coursework due :( Thank you to the person who requested this and feel free to send in your own requests and I will try my best to do them. Have a great day - Em xx

Taeil: Taeil would be pretty calm. He would have been sending you hints beforehand just to make sure he had a good idea of your feelings for him. “Hey um y/n would you like to come grab coffee with me sometime? On like a date or something?” If you agreed he would give you a smile. “Because I kind of like you a lot and it would have killed me if you had said no.” 

Originally posted by moonlighting94

Johnny: Johnny would try to ask you as confidently as possible regardless of if he felt nervous on the inside. He would be straight with you. “So I have had something for a while and haven’t said it. I like you y/n your pretty and nice and almost a better dancer than me, almost. And you don’t need to reply I just needed to say.”

Originally posted by nctinfo

Taeyong: Taeyong would be very nervous about telling you. He would think you were too good for him and had little faith that you liked him back but he liked you so much he figured it was worth a shot. “Ahh umm so I think your pretty cute and you make me laugh and ahh I don’t know how to explain how much I like you but just know it’s a lot,“ 

Originally posted by nctech

Yuta: Yuta would have waited to see if any of your friends could give him information. Once someone had hinted at your feelings for him too he would walk up to you with a big smile. "So we are both friends and we have a lot of good times together, you like hanging out with me right? Well, I was thinking that we should be more than just friends who hang out because I kinda like you.”

Originally posted by chocosicheng

Doyoung: He is quite charismatic because of his killer MC skills of course. He would be more than extra. He would get like a balloon with a message in it for you so you had to pop the balloon to get it. “Your pretty cool y/n. Actually more than cool.” He would say picking the note from the floor for you. As you looked up from reading it he would make a heart for you (like in the gif ;)) but then die slightly from the cringe. “I may not have been able to control the confession but everything I said about how great you are was true.”

Originally posted by nctinfo

Jaehyun: Jaehyun would ask you to meet him once he had got his courage to confess. He would sit down opposite you and try to be as genuine as possible without any of the theatrics. “You don’t need to tell me anything y/n I just need to say that your great and I really like you. If you don’t like me we can just be friends and that’s fine because you mean a lot to me and I want you to know that. But you may also crush my soul, but it’s fine. Jeffrey can handle it.”

Originally posted by why-jaehyun

Winwin: Winwin would be really shy about expressing his feelings but if the moment arose he would just go for it. "I don’t always have the chance to express myself correctly but when it comes to you I feel I need to. I want us to be on the same page even if you don’t share my feelings. I just need you to know that I love you a lot and I always have ever since you tripped over when we first met.

Originally posted by nakamotens

Mark: Mark wouldn’t quite know what But if you were talking and the subject came up he would take his moment. “So I hadn’t planned this but now you are talking about the subject I will tell you honestly I really like you y/n. So if you feel the same meet me at the movies tomorrow at eight if not I understand. Also if you can’t make the date text me. Because I have to leave, I’m so nervous now I might cry. Hopefully, you would run after him and make sure he didn’t cry of nervousness. Not that he would actually cry, I doubt that.

Originally posted by nakamotens

Haechan: Haechan likes to joke so he would make it funny to hide any nervous jitters. “So I have an issue y/n. Whenever I see you my heart stops and I fall to the floor. It’s becoming a serious issue. You’re killing me and I think the only way to save me is for you to tell me that you like me too. I mean who wouldn’t I’m it’s true visual.”

Originally posted by haenyan

Say You Won’t Let Go | Calum Hood

Another blurb/one shot thing based on a song I’ve been loving lately. It’s such a lovey dovey fluff song that I could imagine with Calum. So hope you enjoy. Writing this with no plan, no nothing, just straight from my heart.

Calum’s POV

I approached her where she was laying in my tour bus bunk, clothed in black sweatpants, a grey sweatshirt, glasses on and phone in hand. She looked so pure and refreshed. No makeup graced her face, which was incredible considering how caked her face was at tonight’s show. She looked relaxed and unbothered, but also very exhausted. Her being on tour has made me appreciate her more, how she’s always up at the same time as us to catch flights or go help set up for shows, how she’s always the one going on food runs for us if the catering at the venue isn’t good, and how she’s always willing to stay up until the sunrise to talk with any of us. Watching her mindless scroll through her Instagram feed while tucked away underneath my sheets brought a slight smile to my face.

I rested my elbows on the top bunk, and she turned her head to look at me as she locked her phone.

“Hey boy.” She said sleepily.

“Let’s go for a walk yeah?” My head pointed to the tour bus door. She pouted her lips at the, not so smart idea. Currently it was 50 degrees outside and almost 1 in the morning. We both should be getting sleep considering we’d head out for the next venue in about 2 hours.

“You’re crazy Hood. It’s freezing and I’m exhausted.” She turned over on the bed so her back was facing me, and I laughed pulling her sweatshirt back to face me.

“We have a microwave right there. How about you say I make you some hot chocolate with those mini marshmallows you like and we walk and talk like that?” She eyed me suspiciously, but soon agreed and hopped off the bed down to her feet. Her head reached just below my chin, making me chuckle at the noticeable height difference. 

We walked outside into the, what felt like, freezing cold. We could see our breathes dancing through the night air, reminding me of the lonely nights I’d come out and smoke to relieve stress. Since she joined us, I haven’t even picked up a cigarette. Our tour bus was parked in the back of the venue, so her and I decided to walk back to the stage one last time before leaving. There was no cover to the outside stage, showing off the endless night sky. It seemed as if the stars had multiplied twice, bringing in my light. I watched her as she walked onto the platform before me, her shining eyes looking up at the sky. The stars danced on her now red frosted skin, and it somehow made her look more beautiful. We took a seat near the edge, and set down our hot chocolates as we just watched the universe unfold before us.

“Only one more show Calum.” I sighed, not letting my feelings get the best of me. I shrugged back my shoulders, trying to keep a strong composure.

“No. You’re going to see more, I promise.” I couldn’t even stomach to look at her.

“Even with medicine, treatment, and therapy, they don’t know if I’ll even make it. Or how long I’ll last…”

“I don’t believe it. Nothing they say, nothing any professional can say, will make me lose anymore faith.” Her face turned to me, a sad smile playing on her lips. They started quivering, a sign she showed when she was about to let a waterfall burst from her eyes.

“After tomorrow, I’ll be gone for 6 months Calum. Going from medicine bottle to medicine bottle, surgery to surgery, doctor to doctor, doing everything I can to make I do go see your future shows. But, I can’t have you thinking I’m going to be in the crowd one day again.” Her hand came to rest on my shoulder as she moved closer. I kept a straight face looking up at the now what seemed like dark clouds above us. The stars seemed to shine a little less, and I was looking for a sign of any God up there that would answer my question: if she was going to be okay again.

“Hopefully one day, I’ll be able to thank these lucky stars for you being alright.”


“Don’t ‘Calum’ me, I know you’re going to be okay. We’ve come this far, and, look how we’ve grown together. And I can’t wait to live life and be with you when we’re grey and old.” I laugh slightly, making her laugh with me. That beautiful smile, so sad yet so full of love. She wanted to believe everything I was saying, but deep inside, she was preparing for the worst. Preparing for the day when she’d have to say goodbye. She’s preparing for the day she’d only had nightmares about, of someday not being with me. 

“Let’s get back to the bus, we’ve got one more day together and I want to spend every solitary moment of it making you happy.”

I grabbed her hand and slung my arm over her shoulder, huddling her close to my chest. Her cheek rested comfortably there, the feeling of her was like home.

As we got back to the bus, she made herself comfortable on my bunk, choosing the side closest to the wall so she’d have the wall and myself as a barrier. Before falling into a deep sleep, her soft voice my ears up.

“Just say you won’t let go…”

“I won’t ever let you go.”

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Raeken and Dunbar

Can we just take a minute and think about how my first smut got 100+ notes, and I just now reached 200+ followers and I’ve had the blog for less than a month??? YOU ARE ALL SO GREAT NOW ENJOY SOME MORE SMUT THIS IS ALSO HELLA LONG WHOOPS
Request- Hey! I literally just read your smut imagine/one shot of Theo Raeken (I think you had also mentioned it’s your first smut imagine) and I love it! I don’t know if you’re taking requests but if you are (I know this is probably too fast for you) could I request a Threesome with Theo Raeken, the reader and Liam Dunbar? I really think that you’d do an awesome job! ♥ :-) I really love your imagines by the way! And I’ll totally understand if you can’t do it, I won’t blame you. Again, love your imagines
I was never the kind of girl to think that I was hot shit, literally never. I always thought I had nice features but nothing that would make boys fall at my feet, I was right up until Theo and Liam started acting like I walked on water. Ever since we all came back from summer vacation it was if I was the hottest girl in the world to them. Sure, I got a little tan over the summer, my hair got longer, like most girl’s hair do in the summer but that’s really all that’s different. I didn’t know why they were acting like this and I know that I should pick one of them or let them both down easy, but truth be told I didn’t know how I felt about them, let alone which one I liked more than the other. I was sitting on the bleachers outside as the guys were all practicing for lacrosse and writing my essay for English. I looked up for a second, chuckling as Coach yelled at Greenburg, like always. Coach blew the whistle meaning practice was over and before I knew it, a shadow was blocking my light. I looked up to a sweaty and smiling Liam in front of me and I sighed.
“Hey, Liam.” I said, as he sat down next to me and looked at what I was writing. The thing is, I like Liam, how couldn’t I? He is nice, part of the pack, he gets sweetly nervous around me, and he isn’t horrible to look at either. I just didn’t know if I liked him more than I liked Theo.
“You look really pretty today.” He said causing me to smile and a small blush spread across my face, as he smiled as well. Liam’s compliments were always sweet and he was always offering to help me to class or offering to help me study when we both know he is the one who needs help studying. Liam is boyfriend material for sure but, how would he be in the sack?
“Hey, Dunbar! Get away from my girl!” Theo yelled while walking towards us, causing Liam to sigh and roll his eyes, knowing that his moment alone with me was long past over. The thing is, I like Theo. I just didn’t know if I liked him more than I like Liam. Theo was the opposite of Liam. Theo was hot and he knew it, he was always flirting with me, calling me hot and saying that I was “his girl”.  I mean, every girl loves a bad boy. As far as I could tell, he wasn’t boyfriend material but I knew that he would be good in the sack. You see my problem here? When Theo got to us, he wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed my temple.
“How are you doing today, babe?” He asked causing me to chuckle before I hugged him back slightly, causing Liam to tense up at the sight of us.
“Good, especially now that you are both here.” I said, trying to put some niceness between them.
“She isn’t your girl, Theo.” Liam said, causing me to sigh as they both stared at each other, eyes glowing. They were crazy, their eyes glowing like that in the middle of the day just because they were being stupid and hormonal teenage boys. I was about to tell them to knock it off before I got any idea, a way to pick one of them and have my questions answered.
“Hey. Both of you, come to my house tonight and I’ll tell you “whose girl” I am. No more fighting.” I said putting hair quotes with my fingers around “whose girl”. Causing them both to look at me in disbelief, but both agreeing just the same.
“Great! My house, nine o’clock!” I yelled, grabbing my stuff and jogging off of the field and towards my car. I knew Theo would be up for my plan, I just had to convince Liam. I was hoping just the fact that Theo would be up for it would make Liam want to do it too, so Theo wouldn’t win by default. I rushed home to start getting ready and so I could clean up my room. After tonight I should know something more about who I had more feelings for but god, was it going to be tiring. I cleaned my room first, knowing that I would get hot and a little sweaty while doing so. I then hopped in the shower, shaved what needed to be shaved and changed into something sexy but not slutty. I called my parents to make sure that they were going to be out all night like their note said, not wanting them to come home in the middle of what I had planned. They said they were coming back into town tomorrow afternoon so everything was set, the doorbell ringing made me jump slightly before I looked at the clock. It was nine o’clock on the dot, so much for being late. I opened to door, finding both guys standing there, both looking rather nervous to find out what I had to say.
“Come in.” I said stepping aside to let both guys in, Liam giving me a small side hug as he walked in and Theo kissing my forehead. There really was no end to this for them huh? I shut the door, locking it behind them and following them into the living room. I pointed at the stairs leading up to my room and they both nodded, not thinking anything of it, and jogged up the stairs. I smiled to myself at how completely obvious they both were in this moment.
“So you guys want to hear the plan?” I asked as we all walked into my room, Liam looking around the room to see what I had hanging up on the walls and how I kept my room while Theo just sat down on the bed. They both nodded, while staring at me as if my answer would kill one of them.
“I like you both, a lot. I just don’t know which one, I like more. So, I figured that I would invite both of you over and we could all do something that could help me, in my decision.” I said pacing back and forth. I looked at both boys, Theo smirking and shooting a wink my way while Liam looked so utterly confused. I didn’t just want to say it outright, I was hoping that they would understand without me, having to say it.
“Sounds like fun, I’m up for it.” Theo said making me smile and look at Liam, hopefully. Liam looked at me and then back at Theo, and then back at me. I let out a small laugh at the fact that Liam wasn’t understanding what I was trying to say.
“I don’t get it.” Liam said making Theo chuckle as I took a step towards Liam, my hands now resting on his chest, looking up at him, causing him to gulp. He had to have known what I was talking about, I just think he was to nervous to say it.
“What’s the one thing that you can think of that could help me pick between two guys? It involves burning calories and some fun.” I whispered in his ear as his hands rested on my lower back. As I pulled back from his ear, Liam cupped my face and kissed me softly. I smiled into the kiss, knowing that for sure he knew what I was talking about. The kisses became more heated and deeper within a few minutes and I could already feel Liam’s hard on against my thigh, that was quick. A minute or so later, I felt another pair of hands go to my waist.
“Okay, the point of all of being here, is to share.” Theo said pulling me away from Liam, sitting on the bed and pulling me on top of him, making me giggle at how fast and strong he was. The whole reason I was doing this was to see if I could get a fire to come out of Liam, and a little softer and more intimate side out of Theo. It was going to be hard to pick either way, but I had to do it sooner or later. Before Theo and I could do anything, Liam interrupted us.
“I have an idea. (Y/N), pants off.” He said causing me raise an eyebrow at him but none the less, I got up from Theo’s lap and took my pants off, showing them both my dark blue, lacy boy shorts. They both smirked at the sight and then Theo cleared his throat, wanting to continue with whatever Liam’s idea was.
“Now Theo lay down, (Y/N) straddle his face but face my way.” Theo and I both looked at Liam, surprised at the fact that his plan was actually pretty hot. I did what I was told, pushing Theo down on the bed, climbing on top of him but turning around as my core hovered over his nose, so I was facing Liam. I winked at Liam, as he walked towards me and Theo pushed my panties aside. I was beyond wet at this point and I was beginning to think that this is the best idea, I’ve ever had. As I felt Theo beginning to lick me up and down, Liam walked over to me, pulled my top off and connecting our lips. As Liam and I made out, Theo was going to town on me, making me moan into Liam’s mouth. I ran my hands up Liam’s shirt, slipping it over his head, breaking our kiss just for second before heading right back to it. Theo’s hands gripped my thighs, pulling me down into his mouth, hard making me throw my head back and breaking my kiss with Liam, once again. Liam’s hands went to my shoulder’s slipping my bra straps down to pool around the tops of my breasts. This was hotter than I could have ever imagined and we were just getting started. As Theo worked his magic on my lower half, Liam was certainly paying attention to my upper half.
“So perky, so beautiful.” Liam whispered as he kissed the tops of my breasts as he pushed my bra down to my mid stomach. Liam cupped my breasts in his hands, kissing every inch of them, as I unhooked my bra from behind me. My hands went to Liam’s hair as he paid special attention to my nipples, now being pleasured from both boys. I began to grind my hips down, feeling a familiar knot starting to form in my stomach.
“Oh, Theo.” I moaned out causing Liam’s to bite down on my left nipple which made me shriek and giggle by his reaction. Not a few seconds later, I could feel myself coming undone because of the boy underneath me, Liam holding me up as I shook with pleasure. Once I came down from my high, I climbed off of Theo, as he wiped his mouth and took his shirt off.
“Now, I have an idea.” He said causing both Liam and I now to nod, wanting to go through with Theo’s end of the plan. Theo gave amazing head and Liam sure knew how to take care of me but we weren’t done just yet.
“Liam, take your pants off, (Y/N) on your hands and knees on the bed, Liam is going to take you from behind and (Y/N) you are going to pleasure me like I just pleasured you.” He said causing Liam, to begin to take his pants off right away as I smiled and nodded, I was beyond ready for this. Once both boys had their pants off, I looked at both of their dicks, they were both packing a good amount so there wasn’t a clear winner just yet. Both guys got into their positons before looking down at me, making sure this was all okay. I nodded, Liam, entering me from behind, making me let out a loud moan, while Theo took all of my hair in his hands as I wrapped one of my hands around his shaft and put his head in my mouth. As Liam thrusted into me, his force sent me to bob on Theo’s dick. All I had to do was suck, I played with Theo’s balls a little, him letting out a breathy moan as I heard Liam panting from behind me. In my opinion, oral is much more intimate and personal than fucking me from behind so in his own way, Theo was showing me that he did have a more intimate side and the fact that he wasn’t forcing me or choking me showed me that he was being respectful of my pace, while Liam was really letting the wild side of himself out.
“(Y/N), so tight.” Liam said as he got faster and faster, pleasuring me more and more with each thrust. I knew Theo was close judging by how load his moans were getting and I was close because that knot was creeping back up again. Theo and Liam locked eyes for a second and both nodded before both of them cumming at the same time, me following them seconds after. I swallowed all of what Theo gave me, not minding at all. Liam pulled out of me, leaving everything inside, thank god for birth control. Both guys laid down in my bed as I wobbled over to the bathroom to pee, what you are suppose to do after every time that you have sex. As I sat there, I till didn’t know who I was going to pick but I knew now, that I had deep feelings for both boys. When I walked back into my bedroom, Liam was on the right side of my bed while Theo was on the left, leaving a space in the middle for me. I got in between them, my top sheet covering all of us. We were all exhausted, and we knew we could all talk in the morning. I turned on my side to face Liam and Theo wrapped an arm around my wait from behind, spooning me. In that moment, I was happy that I suggested this and happy that both of them were up for it.

The Bet

Prompt: Hey! I just finished reading outlaws of love (and, as a bi person myself, may I say I loved every second I spent reading it). If it’s not too much to ask, could you maybe do a negan X daughter!reader where they just spend some cute, quality time together and he’s super protective over her, and she comes out to him as bi and he it really accepting of it. Thanks love x – Requested by @supernatural-everyday

Pairing: Dad!Negan x Daughter!Reader, Negan x You

Word Count: 3,857

Type: One shot

Warnings: None that I know of

Rating: PG

Notes: Yo’ so I kinda got real carried away with this, sorry! I hope it’s what you were looking for xx Also yay my first request is done :D

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

 “Be safe. Stay inside the fuckin’ gates. I’ll be back by midday tomorrow.” The grumpy voice of your father says, as he stands in your doorway.

“Back before my Birthday?” You mumble. “And I know the rules, Dad.” You add, not looking up from the book in your lap as you sit cross legged on your bed.

“Yes Princess, before your birthday. And I know you know the rules, which is why I’m fuckin’ confused as to the reason you disobey them all the goddamn damn time.”

You roll your eyes and lift your head up, looking at your father in all his heroic glory. Leather jacket on and baseball bat in hand, you still wonder why he named the inanimate object after your mother.

“Because they’re stupid as shit.” You sarcastically smile back at him.

“Don’t swear.”

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The One With A First Date

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Summary: Jughead finally asks you out but between running the paper and finding Jason Blossom’s killer, the two of you can only fit an a very unconventional, and illegal, first date. 

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“Isn’t it a little late to be breaking into the school?” you mutter, a fistful of Jughead’s sweater in your hand as you follow him through the dark. He uncoils your hand, taking it in his. Your skin tingles at from the warmth of it.

“And when do you suppose is a good time to break into a school?” he asks rhetorically.

“I don’t think we’re going to find any dirt on Grundy in the music room. Wouldn’t a murderer hide their weapon somewhere children can’t poke around?”

Jughead sighs loudly, “Probably, but we can’t sit around doing nothing.”

“You just love playing Nancy Drew,” you tease.

“I prefer to think of myself as one of the Hardy Boys,” he mumbles causing you to laugh. He claps a hand against your mouth, pressing you against the wall. You raise a brow.

“Janitor,” he whispers, letting you go after a few seconds. You sigh, doubling over, “Jughead, my heart is racing. I think I’m going to go into cardiac arrest.”

“Really? Just from that?” he smirks, “I didn’t even kiss you yet.”

“No, I mean from sneaking aro- wait… yet?” you raise a brow.

You feel your heart race slightly. It was an unconventional first date to say the least but you and Jughead had been friends for years and when he’d finally gathered the courage to ask you out, Betty had roped him into working on the paper. You’d rescheduled your first date for two weeks and finally your put your foot down and told him you’d go out Thursday night no matter what. Unfortunately Jughead had already made plans to suss Miss Grundy out but even that wouldn’t stop you from going out with him.

“I mean, that’s what people do at the end of dates, right? They kiss?” he asks, a little unsurely.

“Not on dates as terrible as this one.”

He frowns, looking disheartened.

“I’m kidding, Jug. If anything, I give you props for going so out of your way to make this such an unconventional date.”

A smile reappears on his lips as he shimmies open the lock to Grundy’s room. You rake the room, almost tearing it apart before having to put it back together and still, nothing. Just as you’re leaving, Jughead informs you that Veronica and Betty had had better luck breaking into her car.

“So, what now?” you whisper, “Do we go meet them?”

He shakes his head sternly, “Now we finish off the rest of our date.”

He stands still, looking around, “Here?” you furrow your brows together.

He nods, taking your hand back in his and walking down the hallway until you come to a stop outside the AV room. He pulls the door open and flips a switch causing hundreds of fairy lights to come to life, twinkling softly to reveal a projector and screen.

“What is all this?” you ask.

“Our date,” he says, “For the longest time I wanted to take you on a date at the drive in but I took too long to ask you out and it shut down so now-“ he points to the screen, “This will have to do.”

He walks toward the window and bends down, coming back up with a takeaway bag.

“I chucked this through earlier,” he says, “Hopefully our takeout isn’t too cold.”

“So that’s what you were doing,” you say, scrunching up your nose, “I thought you were peeing.”

“I try to keep my dignity on a first date,” he replies with a small smile, handing you one of the boxes and a fork.

He turns the projector on and Me Before You starts playing.

“You hate this movie,” you say, turning to him curiously.

“But you love it,” he replies, nervously winding an arm around your shoulders, “And I’ll watch it every day if I have to.”

“I guess that means I have to watch Star Wars?” you raise a brow.

“Yup,” he deadpans with a grin.

You were half asleep by the time the movie was finished. You both packed up all your stuff and threw away the boxes so that there’d be no trace of you tomorrow morning.

A part of you wished the room could stay that way so you’d always remember your first date with him. Jughead reassures you there’ll be so many more to come.

The walk home was shorter than you’d expected. You knew Jughead was crashing at Archie’s and so you’d insisted on walking him home since that way you’d have longer together. Your knuckles bumped against each other until finally you gathered up the courage to hold his. When you do, he turns to you with a goofy grin.

“So, I had fun tonight,” you say as you come to a stop outside of Archie’s house.

“Really?” he scoffs, “You’re going to use the most generic sentence ever to end this night.”

“Okay,” you pause thoughtfully, “I almost had a heart attack tonight but it was mildly enjoyable.”

“Good,” he smiles, satisfied, “I’m gonna go now,” he says, “Call me when you get home.”

Your house was only five minutes away from Archie’s – less if you walked fast. But you didn’t want to leave just yet.

Jughead inches closer to you and then presses a kiss to your cheek. He hovers, not moving away and you lean forward, kissing him, winding your arms around his neck as he tangles his fingers in your hair.

“Thank god you kissed me,” he calls out, laughing in relief, “Now I know you really did think this was a good date,” he grins, his eyes not leaving you as he walks backwards toward the front door of Archie’s house.

Ruin part 2

Requested by @latteshawn PART 2 PART 2 and anonymous: part 2 to ruin?? it was amazing!! part 1

AN: Thank you both for requesting! It felt really good knowing at least two people enjoyed it enough for a second part. I’m going to put out there how hard I’ve tried today to do the Shawn Mendes Accent Challenge, but I’m so technologically challenged it wasn’t working. I’m still going to try and figure out how to post it though because it was a lot of fun. Also, thank you to @ihaveabadreputation for always being up for reading over my imagines. Allison is amazing !

Originally posted by your-local-killjoy

 Sunday had passed incredibly slowly. You kept to yourself the entire day, avoiding your family. Shawn hasn’t texted or called, which was understandable. You just weren’t sure if it was up to you to make the next move. Even if you did, you had no idea what it should entail. It had been less than twenty four hours and you were still very committed to your boyfriend. You hadn’t bothered telling anyone what happened, either. 

Your finger hovers over Shawn’s name in your contacts then moves to your boyfriends. You came to the one conclusion that sounded fair. The only way you’d reach out to Shawn would be to end things with your boyfriend. You didn’t doubt that it was incredibly rushed, but Shawn made you feel things you only heard of in books, or movies. 

The entire idea sounded insane in your head, but you needed to be honest with yourself. ‘Why were you dating your boyfriend?’ ‘How long would you keep loving him so wholeheartedly, waiting for him to open up with his feelings?’ 'Why were you lying to your friends, but more than that, to yourself?' 

High school seemed to be built off drama between friends and relationships. Even though half the couples you came in contact with only talked through social media. Maybe you were waiting for someone to notice that you weren’t invested in your relationship the way you had once been. That didn’t mean you planned for the words to come from Shawn. 

He was the last person you expected to make you think it was ok to end something that wasn’t going anywhere. You had been no better. Even though you never thought of yourself as being in one of those “cliche high school couples” that’s exactly what you were. Chasing someone’s love who didn’t want to give it to you. Why were you making it so hard on yourself when it could be so much easier? 

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Not that Innocent PT-3


Me and Archie walked out of my house, Archie quickly evaded the girls.

“Y/n are those teeth marks?” Ronnie exclaimed as I got closer, she turned her phone flashlight on to look at the obvious teeth marks from Archie.

“Yes.” I said blushing. Betty laughed.

“Let’s get this night started!” Betty cheered as we walked to Veronica place.


I walked into Riverdale High, tired. I barely slept since us three watched a lot of movies.

I felt fingers on my waist, intending to tickle me. I yelped and turned around to see Archie.

“Good morning to you too.” Archie joked as we walked to my locker.

“I didn’t set much sleep last night.” I said as I put my bag away and grabbed a book.

“Sadly it wasn’t because of me.” Archie joked, I rolled my eyes and started walking to math.

“The only way I’d be okay with losing sleep would be if it was from my dog.” I muttered as I sat in my seat.

“What’s up with y/n?” I heard Archie attempt at whispered to Ronnie. I laid on the couch in the student lounge, they must’ve thought I was asleep.

“What do you mean?” Betty questioned.

“She’s been distant today.” Archie says.

“Might be because she’s sleep deprived, or because you’re not her boyfriend and are acting like him.” Ronnie said sarcastically.


“Archikins, I don’t think y/n wants a boyfriend right now.” Betty said. I pretended to stir in my sleep as I looked at the three.

“Morning sleep head.” Ronnie said smiling, I smiled at her as I sat up.

“Whatcha guys talking about?” I questioned, Archie looked nervous.

“Archie’s music.” Betty covered, I nodded. I grabbed my phone from my bag and looked at the time.

“Isn’t it time for river vixen practice?” I asked the girls, they nodded and collected there stuff.

“I’m gonna head home.” I said as I collected my stuff standing up.

“We still on for tonight?” Archie asked a little nervous.

“Yeah. I’ll be over around 6?” I asked. He nodded. I left the school.


Any special requests? I texted to Archie, it was nearing 6 and I planned on leaving soon, I felt my phone vibrate.

Something easy to take off ;) I turned my phone off and put on lacy lingerie, a long sleeve tee and leggings. I grabbed my purse and started walking to Archie’s.

I knocked on the door, Fred Andrews, Archie’s dad, answered.

“I’m here to see Archie.” I said with a smile, he nodded and opened the door more.

“He’s in his room.” He said.

“Thank you.” I muttered as I went up the stairs, I heard music coming from Archie’s room, his door was cracked and he laid on his bed, eyes closed and hands folded over his chest. I opened the door and shut it.

“Surprise.” I whispered in Archie’s ear as I sat next to him. He opened his eyes and smiled at me.

“My dad’s leaving soon, came over for dinner.” Archie clarified as he kissed me. I kissed back, we laid next to each other just kissing.

I could still hear the heavy footprints of Fred’s shoes through the music, I pushed Archie back. Fred walked in.

“Y/n, Archie, I’ll be back later. Goodnight.” Fred said as he left, I looked at Archie he looked confused.

“Is he gonna-”

“Most likely tomorrow morning.” Archie finished, we heard the door shut and the engine of Fred’s truck leaving.

“This night I plan to do something to keep this memory.” Archie said as he got out a Polaroid camera.

“So old fashioned, arch.” I joked, Archie laughed.

“Something I can keep well hidden.” He said.

“Hopefully you don’t send these to anyone.” I joked.

“Let’s get the night started.” He said as he turned his music up louder. He leaned down to kiss me, his hand went under my shirt. Finding my breast, he trailed kissed to my neck, where he trailed his teeth and lightly bit my neck. He pulled away and snapped a shot of the hickeys.

He set the camera on the bed as he pulled my toward him as he pulled my shirt off. He tossed it to the ground as he went to kiss me, he straddled me, I could feel his harden dick on my lower stomach as he kissed me.

His hand went to unhook my bra, without breaking the kiss he dropped it on the ground. I moaned into the kiss, I felt his dick twitch.

“I’m want to feel you shake beneath me.” He whispered, trailing his teeth down to my breast, he sucked on my nipples as he massaged the other, I moaned as my back arched slightly. He pulled away and hooked his fingers on my leggings and underwear pulling them down my legs.

I laid naked, vulnerable whereas he was funny clothes and looked at me like he was hungry. He put his hands on my hips, trailing them down my thighs and opening my legs in a swift motion. He looked at my heat, he moved his face down as he shot his tongue onto my clit. I gasped and moaned at the contact. My hands went to his hair, directing his a bit.

Continuous contact, his tongue on my clit and two fingers pumping in and out of me. I was a moaning mess, I grinded my hips at him to get more wanted friction. He kept my hips down and my legs from closing, I moaned loudly as I started to come undone. Archie continued licking as I had come down from my high.

He moved away grabbing the camera, snapping a shot of me.

“Now ride me.” He said unbuckling his jeans and pulling them down along with his underwear, we traded places. I slowly lowered myself onto him. He groaned as he gripped my hips.

I lifted myself up and down, his grip on my hips helped me go up and down. His hands went to my ass, squeezing it hard.

“God, y/n.” He Said squeezing my ass. I moaned as I wiggles my hips on him. He pushed himself down as I felt him cum inside me. I got off of him and laid next to him. We didn’t use a condom! I thought as I sat up.

“Arch!” I said as I got scared, he looked at me confused the shot up.

“Shit.” He said, realizing we didn’t use a condom.


Gonna go make a part 4! Enjoy!!! ♥️

A Proposal to Remember

A/N: an Anon request for a Spencer x Reader where the reader isn’t into cheesy, romantic stuff but Spencer is, so when he wants to propose, he has to think of something unique instead of something typical. @coveofmemories


After two years together, Spencer wanted more than anything to ask the woman he loved to be his wife. Problem was, Y/N wasn’t into anything super cheesy and romantic and that tended to be the way he rolled, so finding a way to propose that would instantly make her say yes was going to be tough. But he was pretty sure he’d figured it out. 

When he’d met her two years ago, it was in passing when he and Morgan came to her elementary school to question someone else. Once he’d left, Y/N had found a way to contact him and ever since, they’d been inseparable. On more than one occasion, Spencer had gone into the school to meet her second grade classes. This year’s class really loved him, and she loved every single child she taught, so he figured he would use it to his advantage.

“I’m going to have off for a couple of days,” he said as they went to bed that night. “Maybe I can come into the classroom again? The kids love me.” He smiled widely.

She turned into him and pursued her lips, coaxing him to move forward. “Why wouldn’t they love you? You’re amazing. You wanna come in tomorrow?”

“Absolutely,” he said. He could finally put his plan into motion. With what he needed to propose in his car, he fell asleep soundly. Hopefully, by tomorrow afternoon, she’d be his fiancee.


By 8:00 o’clock the next morning, Spencer was dressed in his normal work clothes and Y/N was donning a navy blue sundress with white flowers on it. “You look beautiful,” he said. “But then again, you always look beautiful.”

Once they both got into school, the kids surrounded him, attacking him with hugs. The morning had been filled with both of them reading to the kids and teaching the math and sciences lessons for the day. For the majority of the time, Spencer sat in the background, smiling at how beautiful and effortless she looked doing what she loved. At 11:30 they would have recess and lunch, but it was raining, so recess would be inside.

With only five minutes to go, Spencer walked to the front of the room and asked her if she wanted to go grab some Chinese food. She’d been craving it all week long, so he figured it would be a good way to get her out of the classroom for enough time to execute his proposal. “I still have five minutes to go.”

“I can watch the classroom for you. I ordered it online a few minutes ago and I know how you said that towards the end of the week you can go a little stir crazy being inside. Especially if it’s raining. This way you can get out for a bit,” he said, hoping it’d work.

“Are you sure?” she asked. He nodded and then she moved toward the front of the class. “Okay, kids, I am going to go grab myself and Mr. Reid some food, so I need you all to behave for him.”

They all promised they would and soon she was out the door and in the car. As soon as she pulled away, he turned to her fifteen students. “Hey kids, I need to ask you a favor.”

“What is it, Mr. Reid?” one of the little boys asked. 

“Well, I love Ms. Y/N a whole lot and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.”

One of the little girls, named Abigail, bounced up and down in the back of the classroom. “Do you want us to help you propose, Mr. Reid?”

He explained that he wanted to make a unique proposal because she wasn’t a girly-girl and didn’t like roses and the like, so he wanted them to wear a shirt that he made. They enthusiastically agreed, so with the help of a teacher next door, who he let in on his little plan, he ran out to the car to grab the shirts. When he came back in, he put them on the table and told everyone to take one. “Remember,” he said, knowing they might fight over who got what, “We get what we get and we don’t get upset.”

Each of them pulled on a t-shirt and he stood them in line, making sure he had everything perfect. “Okay now I want everyone to turn around and play with each other and only get into place when Ms. Y/N asks you to.”

Five minutes later, she came back with Chinese food, putting it on her desk and asking Spencer if everything went okay. “It was fine. They are always great for me.”

“Okay kids, I need you to get back to your seats,” she called. But instead of walking back to their desks, they stood in a line like he’d asked. “Oh my god!” She clapped her hands over her mouth and turned toward Spencer. Each of the children was wearing a t-shirt with a letter on it, so the message spelled out ‘Will You Marry Me?’

When she turned toward him, he dropped to one knee and pulled the ring he’d bought three weeks ago out of his pocket. “Y/N, I know you aren’t the cheesy, romantic type, but I still wanted to do this in a way you’d always remember. I love you so much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” she cried, pulling him up from his stance. When he stood up, slipping the ring onto her hand, he kissed her. Not as fervently as he would’ve had he not been in a room full of children, but it was perfect. What made it all the more perfect was that the kids reacted just as he thought they would. The girls were oohing and ahhing, but the boys were pretend gagging and telling them to stop. It would definitely be a proposal to remember. “Okay, now everybody get back to their seats.” As they ran around, all excited that they got to help, she snuck in one more kiss. “It was perfect, Spence. Just perfect.”

00:06 AM

Calum Hood - 3070 words (smut)

I want to celebrate my birthday with all of you with some Calum smut! 


“He’s so hot.” My friend Sarina mumbles as she swoons, her head rested heavily on her hand as the drool almost flowed past her lips. She was talking about Michael, the punk guy that for some reason hung out with the ‘cool’ kids. I thought he was cool though, I had spoken to him a few times during my English class. He wasn’t a jock and that was probably why I appreciated him that much. Everyone just thought that it was weird he hung out with their kind. 

She once had the opportunity to sleep with him at one of Calum’s famous parties, only to start stuttering and walk away at record speed. Ever since then she had been drooling all over him. I, on the other hand, was way more into the tan jock with the breathtaking smile. Calum Hood. 

“You’re disgusting. He’s one of them.” Louise scrunches her nose and I chuckle, ripping my eyes from the popular table to cross my arms over my chest and turn my upper body towards my best friends. “Oh please didn’t you fuck Luke last year? He is head jock.” I accusingly point a finger towards Louise who immediately blushes a shameful red. “Shut up.”

“Let her drool. At least her legs stay closed.” I shrug my shoulders, taking a juicy, large bite out of my apple. “Watch your words, if I’m not mistaken you had a thing for Cal.”

I shrug my shoulders again, chewing my apple probably a bit disgusting, brows set in a frowning manner. “Over that.“  Oh, if only they knew. 

“What are you plans for your birthday tomorrow? Like you wanna go out or something?” Sar asks again, something that had been the choice of conversation of the last few days.

“I don’t know yet. I’m shit deep in assignments and I really have to catch up on studying. It’s been fucking long since I had a free afternoon.” I shrug my shoulders, ditching the clock house of my apple on Louise’s tray. The second the words left my lips I’m receiving scoffs from both my mates and I can’t help but roll my eyes. “It’s true!”

“Who the fuck is going to study on her birthday?” Louise groans loudly, throwing her hands up in exasperation before she pushes her tray to the side to lean her arms onto the table. “People who have their birthday in the middle of finals, maybe?” I chuckle dryly, my eyes once again trailing to the far table in the back, seeing Calum laugh loudly at something Luke has just whispered in his ear. He glimpses towards me and I merely stare at him, he does the same for a few short moments before turning his head back to his mates.

“So, any plans or not? Because I want to know if I should shave my legs for a special night out.” Sarina laughs heartily which immediately brings a smile to my own face. “You know what, I’ll think about it. It’s not like I’m going to study in the evening, right?” This brings up a round of cheers and I already curse inwardly for even granting them a maybe, because all I wanted was to be at home in comfortable clothes – and Calum between my legs maybe.

Sar and I bid Louise goodbye, who had an art history class right after lunch. I liked to drabble and write, but I wasn’t actually ever going to pursue a career in art. Seemed like a logical choice at the time to drop the course. I regretted it as soon as I heard Louise chant about all the shit she could do.

“We’re balls deep in shit, you know that, right?” I sigh out as soon as Louise is out of ear shot, turning my head towards my mate walking besides me. “Stop stressing about finals so much.” Sar laughs it off, pushing my shoulder just hard enough for me to lose my balance for a split second. “Well don’t you think it’s totally logical for someone our age to worry about a career and future?”
“We’re still in college, Y/n. You still have a whole year left, maybe even five more if you go for that graduate degree.” Sar points out, holding her bottle of coke towards me to get her point across.

“Don’t talk about that you’re giving me stomach aches.” I groan as I without a second thought start to rub my stomach in circles, trying to soothe the stress that had immediately formed there. “Sometimes I don’t understand how you ever were popular in high school. Have you met up with Cal lately?” Sar asks as nonchalantly as she can – which is not nonchalant at all, if you might wonder – as she stops in front of the closed door of the library.

“No, he didn’t even text me. I wonder if he noticed my subtle staring at lunch.” I laugh, I know I am anything but subtle and Louise and Sar don’t ever let me forget about it either.
“Maybe you should take up on Ashton’s proposition though. I mean he’s hot and he is willing.” Sarina emphasizes the willing part and I think back about the drummer with the mess on his head. “I’m actually contemplating it, isn’t that horrible? But instead of worrying about my sex life, ask Michael to meet up instead of sexting him the whole fucking day.”

The shade of red her cheeks immediately fill with is enough indication that I am right about the assumptions I had made a few weeks earlier. Sar starts stumbling over her words and I just hold up a hand to stop her. “Don’t worry about it. Make sure you get some.”
Sarina shyly smiles and nods her head. “I have a meeting for that project of Mr. Trevor, I’ll see you later?” Sar points to the library door, her body already turning to disappear through.

“Yeah, I’ll text you later.” I head for the back door of the long, deserted hallway, pushing my way through to stop with the harsh sunlight blinding me. I decide now is as good as time as any to have a smoke and I push through the back door, hands already digging through the front pocket of my bag in search for my lighter. Both girls know if there’s anything that I hate doing is going out for my birthday, because they always make a fucking big deal out of it. I’m just happy with a cake, some ice cream and a night in with some gossip.

I sit down against the brick wall, legs spread widely in front of me, bag leaning against my side as I blow the white smoke up into the air, my pointer finger and thumb swirling my phone in circles, awaiting Calum’s response. 

"I wondered where you wandered off to.”

“Right here. You didn’t text back.” I mumble in return, slowly opening my eyes and gazing up at the tall frame of Calum. “I’m here now.” He responds meagerly, his fingers brushing over his lips as he gazes off into the distance. “Apparently so.” I respond, pushing the nub into a crack of concrete to my right, slowly dragging it across the floor, spilling the tobacco everywhere. 

“Don’t be like that. What are you doing tonight?" Hopefully you. I answer immediately in my head, but I bite my lip and refrain myself, instead pushing myself up on my feet and brushing my bum off. "Not sure, stay in and watch a movie maybe?”

“Come over.” Calum immediately states, his hand reaching out to briefly touch my shoulder only to stop mere centimeters from me. “Cal, I’m not in the mood for Luke of Michael to see me and rumors to spread around here.” I roll my eyes, leaning my left shoulder against the wall so I was facing him. Calum merely smirks down at me, keeping still at first. 

“I’m alone tonight. They’re out to a football match.”

“Aren’t you the big football fan?” I chuckle, leaning more towards him as I let my hand rest against his plain white t-shirt. 

“I saw an opportunity and I had to take it. Come over at eight.” His hand slips along my neck, thumb gently tapping my jaw before he retreats and disappears around the corner, making it seem like this conversation never occurred. He is what I try to keep hidden anyway. 

“You, me and a chick flick tonight?” Louise questions as we walk down the stairs of the front porch, her head turning every so often as if she’s looking out for someone. “Sorry man, plans.” I dismiss her as curtly as I can, my fingers already digging through my bag for my Flounder keychain as we approach our cars. 

“Locking yourself in your room aren’t plans, Y/n. And you’re already ditching us tomorrow too, don’t deny it!” I roll my eyes as I press that button that opens the car from afar, slinging my back already off my shoulder, the strap clutched in my hand. “If I wanted them to be, they would. No I have to do something for my dad.” I decide that’s the best believable excuse I can come up with. “Oh alright. See you tomorrow then?” Louise stops at her own white Mini Cooper, keys dangling from her hand as she awaits my response. 

“I have class at ten, might see you at lunch.” I know that’s not what she’s talking about but I dismiss her as I wave at her, throwing my bag onto the passenger seat and get in, my fingers fumbling for my phone to see what Calum had texted. 

I can’t wait to see you. 

I grin at my phone and toss it on my bag before putting the car in gear. It was only an hour left before I had to be at Cal’s so I might better grab some dinner first. 

I’m munching on my Mc Donald’s drive through meal as I speed home. I know which roads to avoid when wanting to get home as fast as I can without losing my driver’s license and I use that route very, very frequently. A few days ago I had bought some new underwear and now would be as good of time as ever to show Cal the new merch.

“Whoa, what’s got you in such a hurry?” My dad chuckles as I push the door open roughly, speeding past him towards my room. I hadn’t expected him to be here already and right now I curse myself for deciding to come home. “Girls night with Louise and Sar. Might not come home, love you.” I mumble as I pull a clean shirt over my new black bra, my teddy bear clutched under my arm.

“Alright dear have fun. Don’t drink and drive.” I him in response and wave goodbye to my dad before disappearing from his sight. The teddy bear is thrown in the trunk, bag slung on the passenger seat.

Where are you??

I curse loudly as I see the time, myself not even being fashionably late anymore. Calum’s fraternity is only a few minutes away and ten minutes after his message, my finger presses the doorbell. “Finally.” Calum groans as he steps aside to let me in, my flat hand pressing against his chest to dismiss his grumpiness.

“Down, dog.” I grant the now angry looking Calum a smirk as I whip my head back around and disappear into the living room. I drop my lazy ass onto the sofa as Calum walks into the room, a frown set onto his lips. “Don’t I get a hello kiss?”
I roll my eyes and beckon him over, his tall, lean body leaning over mine as I press my lips to his. I pull him down by his neck and he lands half on top of me with a loud thud.

“Someone missed me.” Calum smirks as his face hovers only a few centimeters from mine, one of his stupid smirks on his features. I press my lips back to his, my tongue slowly dragging along his bottom, plump lip and he grants me access. Our kiss starts to get heated, Calum pushing me down onto the sofa, his large body covering mine like a blanket.
He slowly pulls away, his eyes fluttering open as he gazes down at me. “Well yeah, it’s been two weeks.”

“Did you fuck Ash during?” Calum kisses my jaw and slowly drags his lips down as his hands wander underneath my riled up t-shirt, but I hear the envy in his voice.
“How do you even know that?” I groan as I lift my upper body, granting him more access to explore the skin above my breasts. “Overheard you talking. Did you?”

“No. Why would it matter anyway?” I pull his face back up to level with mine but decide to distract him by unbuttoning his tight, black skinny jeans. Calum wasn’t one to have serious talks with but I realized that when I distracted him, he’d say anything that was on that troubled mind of his. “You’re mine.” He mumbles and presses our lips back together, my fingers now working on ridding him of his white shirt. Soon it flies to the floor besides us, my own following suit after. “Upstairs.” I mumble against his lips, pushing his chest to get him to go off of me.

He stands to his feet and hold his hand for me to grab and pulls me to my feet. “We’re alone, all this space to fuck you on. And you still want to go upstairs?” I let my pointer finger slither into the waistband of his boxers and pull, making the elastic slap against his pelvis. “I have all night, who says we have to stay in bed?” I wink and I hears Calum’s footsteps immediately behind me as I jog up the stairs towards Calum’s room.

As soon as he’s inside as well I’m pushed roughly against the door, his hands roaming over my hips, lips pressed feverishly against the pulse point on my neck. He rids me off my jeans in just a matter of seconds, his fingers immediately raising over my tender flesh to unclasp my bra and send that piece of clothing to the ground as well.

I push past Calum, letting myself fall onto his unmade bed, eyes slowly closing as I listen to Calum creeping closer. “I could watch you all night.” Calum breathes and I can just imagine him palming his cock through the confines of his boxer shorts.

I slowly open my eyes and sit back onto my knees on the edge of the bed, Calum standing right before me. “You’re such a sap.” I chuckle as I gaze up at him through my lashes.

“I want you.” I press my hands against his bum and pull him towards me, causing him to lose his footing and stumble forward. A hearty laugh leaves my lips as he sprawls out on top of the sheets and I swing my leg over his waist to straddle him. “Well I could watch this all night.”

Calum’s hands raise to cup my breasts and he gives them a gentle squeeze, my lip pulled between my teeth at his calloused touch. I slide off of him to rid him of his jeans, pulling his boxers along in one go. While I’m standing on the carpet, I slide my own knickers down my legs as Calum watches from the bed with hooded eyes.

I can’t wait anymore, it’s been two weeks and I have been craving him. I don’t give him time to protest about pleasuring me as I grab his erect cock between my fingers and slide  down onto him. Both Calum and I are groaning out, I hope his is in pure bliss just as I at this moment, and I need a moment before I can move. I start swiveling my hips, my head immediately thrown back as Calum’s fingertips press roughly into the flesh near my hips.

“Come on, faster Y/n.” Calum groans as he starts to guide my hips up and down to a rhythm that suits him best, my nails digging into his abdomen for leverage. Calum seems to can take it anymore and in a split second I’m flipped over on my back , hair sprawled out against the sheets. Calum slams into me immediately, my hands clutching the sheets in tight fists.

“Oh Cal – harder.” I breathe, throwing my head back as he pounds into me at a relentless pace.

Calum grunts in response and his thrust become quick and sharp, the sound of the headboard slamming against the wall the only extra sound resonating through the empty frat house. I’m already seeing stars and before I know it my fingernails are digging into his tan flesh on his shoulders, my legs tightly wound around his hips and my back arched, breasts pressing against his sweaty upper torso. “Cal – yes – I – “ I try to form a sentence but my orgasm hits me as hard as ever and I’m a moaning mess underneath him. Calum grunts out, picking up his pace which has become sloppier as he felt my walls contract around him, his movements still only a few minutes after, myself still coming down from my high.

Calum lets himself drop onto my sweat covered naked body for a second to catch his breath. It takes him a few moments to recover and when he does, he lifts himself back up to rest his weight on his arms. His eyes dart to the bedside table to my left and the tiniest of chuckles leaves his lips.

“Technically this is birthday sex.” Calum chuckles as he motions his head towards the alarm clock on his bedside table, my own head turning to look at the time. 00:06 AM.

“You remembered?” I sort of gasp out, my head sharply turned back to gaze up into Calum’s deep brown eyes. He kisses me slowly and retreats. “Well, you’re like my best friend. Of course I’d remember.” A small smile graces my lips and I mouth thank you, although I don’t think he’d notice. “So how about some birthday sex in the shower?” Calum grins and I laugh loudly, pushing him off of me and crawling off of the bed. “Are you coming?”  

All the love!
L. xox