i am not stalking her

jieun is tired of your shit

StoryTime-

So about a month and a half ago this girl messages me and tells me she hooked up with my boyfriend and went on date with him in November of 2015, Me and my boyfriend were not together at that time so I told her so, her obviously trying to break us up after not talking to him for over a year, randomly stalking his facebook profile….

Fast forward to yesterday, my boyfriend and I were doing this research thing and you get paid for it and all this fun jazz…

Well guess who else was there?

the bitch that tried to break me and my boyfriend up.

We were stuck in a confined space together for an hour and fifteen minutes, and do you want to know the best part about that?

I didn’t even know it was HER!

My boyfriend and her were freaking out, she left early, probably not wanting to deal with us.

And here I am, not knowing who she is because I didn’t stalk her facebook and Instagram profiles like she did with me because she waned to get back with a fling from OVER A YEAR AGO.

After I left my boyfriend told me what happened and I started CRYING LAUGHING.

KARMA IS A BITCH.

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i dont know what happened today but all my friends started arguing and i spent almost two hours just crying. it was pretty bad. i wanted nothing more than for it all to stop or for someone to show up and just give me a hug

i dont think were going to be ok anytime soon

take some bullshit. the characterizations are kind of shit. i wrote half of this while crying and didnt reread it. im sorry


Marinette lunges for her headphones when she hears him land on the balcony. She wipes her cheeks with the sleeves of her sweater — not that it does much with how wet they are — and pretends she doesn’t hear him. Because she doesn’t want to hear him.

She doesn’t want him near her right now.

He knocks on the trapdoor.

She can’t find her headphones in her mess of a bed. Her phone is on the floor now, where she threw it in frustration after Alya left the chat angrily and Marinette’s tears turned into sobs.

She’s just happy her parents haven’t come up to see what’s wrong yet. She wants to be left alone. She doesn’t want him here.

He keeps knocking.

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The Narrators - Jughead Jones one shot

Plot: After the arrest of FP, Jughead was forced to move back to the Southside and transfer to Southside High. Fortunately it’s not all as bad as he expected. One thing was the drum set that was already in his new room. The second one was (Y/N). 

Inspiration: Riverdale (1x13), the intro of the original Archie Show

Word CountL 4085 

(A/N)
Yeah, came out to be way longer than it was suposed to and it also took much more time than I wished it did. No, these two things are nor connected. I just really do not have time. it is a shame really, that school has to ruin yet another thing that I really enjoy doing. But it will all be over soon (hopefully). 
Anyway. I really hope you all enjoy it :)

Originally posted by riverdaleselite

“…and this is your room.” Mrs Davis said to Jughead. He peaked through the door into the room. It already had a bed and a big closet, but nothing else… except for the big shape that was hidden under a big, white cloak.

“What is that?”

“Oh, that,” Mrs Davis shrugged it off, “that’s my oldest son’s drum set. He moved out a few years ago. I was meaning to get rid of it -”

“No, that’s okay.” Jughead smiled weakly, remembering the days when he and his father used to go to music shop to look at guitars and what not. And the shop owner always let him play the drums for a few minutes. He would love it, but because of the money issues his family had, he was never able to get a set for himself. But now it was finally possible.

“Don’t worry about the room, I’ll give you some money so you can buy some things for yourself tomorrow.”

“Thank you.” Jughead thanked the woman that was now guardian and she left. He walked to the drum set and pulled the cloak off of it. His smile widened as he looked at the almost gold looking cymbals and the red toms.

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I sat down at my desk right before the bell rang. I sighed and dropped my bag. It was cold and I was tired. Trying to look at the board and make out what the teacher had written for longer than 5 seconds, I realised this will be a long hour.

Right at the moment when the teacher wanted to start off with the lesson, the door opened and the principal walked in. he was followed by a boy. He was tall and skinny, but in a cute way. His outfit looked normal for our school. What interested me was the fact that he was actually wearing a Serpent jacket. Not a lot of kids have them. It is more often to get a jacket after you leave school. He must be some elite or something.

Another things that I notices was his hair. Or actually, the hair that was covered by the grey beanie in the form of a crown. For some reason, it looked very familiar.

“Kids,” the principal started to talk, not getting a lot of attention from the people in the room. I was probably one of the few that did. “This is F..”

“Jughead,” the boy interrupted him.  “Jughead Jones.”

When he said his name everyone went silent. You could have probably heard a pin drop if someone had one. All eyes were on him. Jughead, didn’t seem to be bothered by it. He just looked like he wanted to sit down.

“Jones?” a girl that was a few rows behind me, said, “as in FP Jones?”

“That would be my dad,” he said casually. The principal said a few more things (but nobody one listening obviously) and then left. Jughead sat down in the last empty seat, which was next to mine. I tried not to stare, but if was harder than it looked. Not only was he the son of the most important man on Southside, but he was extremely good looking too.

“Hi,” I heard suddenly on my left. I looked to my side, to be met with his gorgeous green eyes. I realised that I was staring, so I quickly said: “Hey.”

“Yeah, hi. Why is everybody staring at me?” he asked. I casually looked around and realised that, in fact, everybody was looking at him…so now also at me. “It’s not the hat, right?”

“What? No,” I schook my head, “it could be because your dad is kind of a big deal… and don’t worry about the hat. I think it’s cool.” he gave me a weak smile and that was the last of what I heard from him that morning. The next time I even saw him was at lunch.

I was sitting at my table with some people. I couldn’t help, but look at him from time to time.

“Please don’t stalk the new guy,” my best friend rolled her eyes at me.

“I am NOT stalking him.”

“Noooo. You are just casually glancing at him every 3 seconds,” my other friend said.

But I stopped listening to them. I had lost my concentration to them, when I saw who was walking over to Jughead. It was, let me say it easily: the bad crew. You do not want to get on their bad side. What wasn’t hard as they don’t really like anyone… especially newbies. My jaw tightened when they got closer and closer to him.

Everybody sat down around Jughead, making him look up from his book. One of them started to talk and Jughead responded. From his facial expression, it looked a bit as if he was being a bit sarcastic. I officially started to fear for his life and already started to plan his funeral.

But I was wrong. There was no shouting, or fight noises. Only… laughter. They were all laughing. That was definitely unexpected.

I then realised that I had finished my lunch. I said bye to my friends and stood up. As I was walking towards the door, someone called to my direction. I turned around to make sure that it was actually me, who they were calling and not somebody behind me.

Once I did that, I was greeted by Jughead again.

“Hey,” he waved. I smiled and walked towards him. He was still surrounded by people, so I was a bit nervous what this was about. “I never got your name,” Jughead said once I was next to him. I smiled and gave him my name. Right then, the bell rang, announcing that we had to go to class. Just before that had happened, I thought it looked like Jughead wanted to say something to me, but he was dragged away by his new “friends”.

The rest of the day, I hadn’t seen him anywhere. When my last class was over, I just walked immediately to my bike.

I took my phone out, just to be disappointed with the fact that it was empty. I sighed and started to ride my bicycle.

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Two months have passed since Jughead has arrived at Southside High. To  everybody’s surprise, he got quite popular with everyone. We weren’t very close, but we did talk and hang out occasionally in between classes.

That routine changed after a specific lesson of music.

“The school is holding a battle of the bands,” the music teacher told us. Everybody started to murmur and to talk nervously. It was unusual for the school to be helding this kind of activity.

“We are doing this together, and at the same time against, Riverdale High.” This explained it.

“This means that you have to make a band to be able to sign up… and no, we do not count One-Man-Bands. I’m sorry mr. Clements.” Everybody laughed. From the corner of my eye, I saw that Jughead wasn’t really amused. It would probably be hard for him to go against his old school, his friends. With that thought in mind, I walked up to him.

“Hey, Jug.”

“Hi (Y/N).”

“So, I was thinking,” I sat down next to him, “you wanna be in a band with me?” When he heard my suggestion, Jughead did not seem to be liking the plan. “Oh c’mon. It’s gonna be great fun,” I pleaded.

After what seemed to be ages, he was finally convinced. I hugged him, and I could feel him smile against me. This already made all the nagging worth something.

“So, how about we practice today, after school, at my place?”

“Sounds great.” I agreed to his plan. “But, can we go by my place first, then I can get my guitar.”

“Yeah of course.”

“Great.” and with that the bell rang. We said goodbye to each other and made our way to the next classes. It was still a few more hours until the end of the day, but I couldn’t wait to see him. What was weird as I wasn’t really sure why that was.

Finally, the last bell rang and I was off to my locker. There, I was already met with the raven-haired boy.

“Ready to go?”  

“Almost, just let me get some books and I’m good to go.”

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“I didn’t know you played drums,” I said as I walked into his room. It also surprised me that there were still some boxes lying around the room. As if he was ready to leave any second.

“Well, a bit.”

“Don’t be modest. I’m sure you’re great,” I encouraged him to play. With a big sigh, he sat down on the stool behind the drum set. He looked at me one more time to make sure he had to do this. “You know, you have to play if we are going to be a band.”

“I guess you’re right. So, what should I play?”

“Anything you like, and can.” Jughead looked a bit hesitant, but picked up the drumsticks and started to play the famous Beatle beat of “Come Together”. I listened for a few seconds then picked up my guitar. On the right moment, I started to play too. It actually sounded really good. Then, when it came to the best part of the song (the chorus) I let all my nerves go and sang: “Come together, all right. Over me!”

Immediately after I stopped singing, the drums stopped too. I looked over to Jughead who was staring at me.

“I didn’t know you sang.”

“Well, someone has to in this band.” I laughed nervously.

“You know, this can actually work. But we do need a name.” We both thought for some time. In complete silence. At first it was a bit awkward, but I quickly got used to it.

“How about,” I finally had the idea, “the Narrators.”

“Sounds interesting, how did you come up with it?”

“Well, you are writing a book, right?”

“How do you know that?”

“O c’mon, you’re always busy on that thing. It’s not like I, or anyone else at school, hasn’t noticed.” I laughed at how oblivious he was. “But it doesn’t matter, does it. We should find a song that we could play.”

“Good idea.”

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A few more months went by. Jughead and I practiced every week at least once. We had a few songs, but we could never choose which one to play on the show, which was already in less than a two weeks.

In the meantime, Jughead had found out, that his friends from Riverdale High were also playing. It did make him a bit nervous.

“Juggie?” I asked as we were sitting in his room again. We were just taking a break from playing a song. I came back from downstairs to get us something to drink, and when I came back, Jughead was looking sad.

“Huh?” he looked up from the ground to me. I sat down next to him on the bed.

“What’s wrong.”

“It’s nothing.” he shrugged it off and tried to stand up, but I immediately pulled him back down on the bed and said: “Talk.”

“It’s just that… I haven’t really spoken to my friends from back at Riverdale High since I got here.”

“But… I thought you were best friends.”

“Before I left, we all kind of got into a big fight and we never had time to talk.”

“Jug, I’m sure you have nothing to worry about. Everything will be okay.” I put my hand on his and looked him in the eyes. I never realised how good he looked from up close.

“Thanks,” he said softly. Our faces were only inches apart. I could feel his breath on my skin. It gave me goosebumps.

“Jug?” We could hear Jugheads step dad walking up to the room. I quickly moved away from the boy that was just inches away from me.

“Yeah, Steve?”

“I’m heading out to get some dinner from Pop’s. What would you guys like? Although, I probably don’t have to ask you, Jughead,” he smiled kindly.

“Uhm, you know what,” I said as I stood up from the bed, “I think I’m gonna go. But thank you for the offer, mr Davis.” I picked up my bag and guitar.

“You sure? It’s always so much fun when you are here.”

“Yeah, I still have some homework to do at home, and I promised my mom to vacuum today.” I swiftly walked out of the room, only saying a soft “Bye” to Jughead. I just had to get out of there. Jughead and I were too close for this. And what if his step dad wouldn’t have walked in? What could’ve had happened then? The thoughts were making me slightly sick. After months of practising and becoming really good friends, there was no way we could ruin this with a stupid, one-time thing. NO!

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The next day at school, I decided to do the opposite of what every teenage drama tells you to do after an ‘almost kiss’ with your best friend. I did not avoid him. Instead, I walked up to him and asked if he could practice today.

“Maybe we could use today to actually choose a song.” I laughed.

“That would be smart.” then the bell rang and Jughead left me in the hallway, without even a small goodbye. Was he angry at me?  I probably completely ruined it. Just great!

As slowly as I could, I made my way to the first class of that day: English.

I was surprised, to not see my teacher at the desk, but a substitute. The blonde haired woman was sitting at the wooden desk. She was typing away on her small laptop at a rapid pace. What fascinated me the most was that she did all of that, without even looking at it, she was staring at the class. I walked passed by her and she gave me a smile. That kind of smile that was definitely fake.

It was loud in the classroom, but everything quieted down as the second bell rang and the woman stood up to stand in front of the desk. She was wearing something that made it very clear she was not from the Southside.

The lady was wearing a pair of high waisted pants, with the combo of a baby pink blouse and some killer (but still day time appropriate) hills. As I looked at her longer, she started to look more and more familiar by the second.

“Well, hello,” she finally spoke up, after interrogating every single one of us with her killing look, “I am here today, to teach you about journalism.” Some people sighed.

“And do believe me, when I say that you are talking to the very best that this little town can offer, if not even better.” As the woman spoke, I realised that Jughead wasn’t in the classroom. If he would have been here, I probably already should have heard a sarcastic comment coming from his lips. Oh, his lips….

“My name is Alice Cooper.” Cooper? It can’t be.

“You might have heard of me if you ever read the paper, something what most of you probably don’t even know how it looks like.” To be honest, I actually had to laugh at that. The way that she said it, made it really funny. I could see that she glanced at me very quickly and gave me a miniscule smile.

“Anyway,”  Alice began to walk around, her heels clicked every time she touched the ground, “I wanted to-”

“I’m sorry I’m la-” Jughead opened the door, but when he saw Alice in the room, he froze. Alice smirked coldly at him. “Mr Jones,” she said, “and where have you been.”

“Definitely not your business,” he snapped back. Everyone froze at his comeback. Jughead was known to be sassy towards teachers, but he was never that rude. I stared at him as he sat down in the last place that was empty: the one behind me.

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“What was that about,” I asked as Jughead and I walked out of the English room. He clearly did not want to talk about it, what made me even more persistent.

“I just really do not like that woman.”

“But why?”

“Why do you need to know?”

“Because I want to know what’s wrong with you?” Jughead looked straight into my eyes, before he gave in. “Fine,” he sighed, “she’s… Betty’s mom.”

“Betty, as in the girl that broke up with you after you became a serpent?”

“Uhm, not how I would have said it, but sure.”

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It was the day of the Battle of the Bands. All the bands, both from Southside and Riverdale HIgh. There was a definite line crossed between the two schools backstage. Infront of the stage too, but it wasn’t as visible, because there were much more people, so they had to be a bit closer to each other.

I was tuning my guitar, when somebody ticked on my shoulder. I turned around to be met with a tall, red headed boy. He gave me a wide smile. It immediately made me want to smile back to him.

“Hey, did you maybe see a blonde girl walk around here?  Around this tall,” he motioned his hand around his ear to show me how tall she is, “Wearing a blue outfit.”

“No, I’m sorry, I haven’t seen any blondes yet. But I’ll tell you if I will.”  

“Thanks.” he smiled. “I’m Archie.”

“(Y/N).” we shook hands quickly. I then realised that he was wearing a guitar on his back. “So, you’re in a band too?”

“Yeah, with some friends. You?”

“With a friend… who I have no idea where he is.”

“I guess we both have problems in keeping our band members together.”

“I guess so.”

“Archie Andrews, where have you been off to.” our conversation was broken off by a

raven haired girl in a red dress.

“Just talking to our competition. You don’t have to worry Ronnie.”

“I’m not, Archiekins. Did you find Betty yet?” she put her hand on his arm. She did it in a

way that it was quite obvious that they were more than just friends.

“Wait, Betty? Betty Cooper?”  I asked. It could not be her. And then Archie and Ronnie are the….

“Yeah, that’s her,” Veronica’s eye lit up, “did you see her?”

“No, only heard off.” I looked around me, “I gotta go. Good luck out there.” I walked fast. I could still hear them say “you too,” very softly, but it got overshadowed by all the noise that was happening around us. I started to look for Jughead. Where the hell is he?  How could he do this?  After all of our practice, he is going to stand me up? I looked around so much, I almost got dizzy.

“5 minutes until we start,” a voice echoed over me. I still had 5 minutes and Jughead was nowhere to be found. I started to panic. What if he was with Betty? Somewhere in a supply closet, making out? The tears slowly started to form in my eyes. But I couldn’t think like that. Definitely not now.

Now was only the time to find Jughead and get him up the stage so we could play our song.

The host already started to talk and was about to introduce the first act… and we were fifth. That gave me about 18 minutes to find Jughead. I turned around to see Betty with Archie and Veronica. They were talking and laughing. But Jughead was still DIA.

I kept looking as the first, second and third act was on stage. I did stop when it was the turn of Archie, Veronica and Betty.

“Hey guys,” Archie spoke into the microphone, “we hope you all have an amazing night and enjoy this song. It’s kind of an old one, but I think you will like it.” he played the first note on his guitar and started to sing. After a while, the girls chimed in with their instruments and sang along with the red head.

“They’re good.” I jumped up when someone sat down next to me. On my left, there he was, Jughead.

“Where the hell were you,” I hissed at him, “do you know how scared I was?”

“I’m really sorry. I was just - nervous.”

“It’s okay,” I took a deep breath, “at least you got her on time.”

In the meantime of our conversation, the song ended and Archie was walking off the stage, followed by the two girls. I got my guitar and Jughead his drumsticks. Before Archie, Veronica or even Betty could say anything to us, we were already walking up to the stage.

“You ready?”

“Like never before.”

“Al right, so let’s do this.” Jughead walked up and I followed. People immediately started to cheer. It felt great.

“Good evening Riverdale!” I said into the microphone. I realised that I sounded much more confident than I actually was. Which was great.

“We are the Narrators and hopefully you won’t despise us by the end of this song,” Jughead said from behind his drum set and I send him a glare from behind me mike. A lot of people laughed positively so I turned back to the crowd.

I started to play. It was clear that people recognised the song quickly, because there were loud cheers and yells coming to us. After a few seconds the first few beats of the drums came up and then it was time for me to sing the first notes. Probably the most horrifying moment of my life.

 

“Psychic spies from China

Try to steal your mind’s elation

And little girls from Sweden

Dreams of silver screen quotation”

It felt awesome to stand up there. At some point through the song, people started to sing along and took out their phones and lighters to shine around, just like on a concert.

“First born unicorn

Hard core soft porn

Dream of Californication

Dream of Californication”

When the song had ended, you could still hear the slight echo from my guitar. People yelled and cheered. Jughead stood op from the drums and came to stand next to me.

“Thank you Riverdale!” we shouted together. We didn’t even need the microphone. Together, we managed to be loud enough.

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All the songs were played and all that I could think about was, that none of them got the same amount of applause or cheers as us. That was great.

Then it was time to find out the result. There wasn’t really a real award, more of a “honor award” and a picture in the price box of the school. But it didn’t even matter to me.

“So, all the songs have played and the results of the judges are in,” the voice of tonights host was loud and clear. Everybody was on the stage, and I was squeezing Jugheads hand tightly.

“AND… THE WINNER IS:” next, followed a silence that seemed like forever.

“THE NARRATORS!”

Everybody cheered for us and Jughead and I were called up front. We were still holding hands, but it didn’t matter. It was even better that I was holding his hand.

“Thank you so, so much!” I thanked everybody, leaning towards the microphone. From the corner of my eye, I saw that Jughead wanted to say something, so let him.

“Yes, thank you. We never expected to win. Even if we didn’t actually win anything,” some people laughed, “Now, I hope you don’t mind, but there is still one thing that I have to do really quickly, so pardon me.”

I wanted to ask what he wanted to do, but I never got the chance. Because the thing that he wanted to do is… KISS me. He put a hand on my cheek and pressed his lips against mine.

We kissed for what felt like forever and that was perfect. People were yelling and cat-calling, but it was all so far away, it didn’t matter.

When we finally let go, only because we had to breathe, we looked into each other’s eyes. In the back of the stage, I could see Betty. Het teeth were gritted and her fists were tight. That sight only made me want to do something even more.

I kissed Jughead again, and it was even better than the first time.

Wake Up. nessian fic

pt. 1

pt. 2, pt. 3

so…somehow in writing this it became way longer than I thought it would be and I haven’t even gotten to the juicy parts yet. this is part one and i’ll post the rest soon. (sorry it’s a bit of a slow burn, it’ll pick up in the next parts!!!) I think I’m titling it either “wake me up” or “for still here I be” but I can’t decided yet. anyways, here it is!


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In case you missed it, this is my Valentine’s Day Gift Exchange drabble for the lovely Steph - aka @klarolinedrabbles - Happy Valentine’s Day! Well you asked for fluffy goodness and I hope I delivered (the toothache I have is telling me I did though, unless that’s all that Valentine’s chocolate).

Synopsis: Caroline Forbes considers herself one of the best fundraisers in New York City but reclusive billionaire Klaus Mikaelson has always been out of her reach. Not one to give up easily, she decides that the upcoming Valentine’s Charity Ball is her perfect chance to make him realise what’s really important in life but she might find out more than she ever expected.

Try a Little Tenderness

“You’re doing what now?” Katherine asked through the car speaker. Caroline didn’t need to see the brunette to know what her shocked expression looked like. They’d been best friends for about seventeen years now, so it kind of came with the territory.

“You see this is why I didn’t tell you where I was going until I’d at least passed through Queens,” she replied, staring at the road ahead thinking this was a very different destination to her summers spent on Coney Island growing up.

“Because you knew I’d tell you what a bad idea this was, roomie,” she drawled. “While I admire your dogged determination Care, I think the state of New York would consider this type of activity illegal.”

“And how did you come to that conclusion?”

“Stalking is illegal in all fifty states, including ours,” she drawled and Caroline could tell she was rolling her eyes now.

“I am not stalking him.”

“So, how exactly do you explain the fact you tracked his movements, jumped in your car and followed him on vacation? I think when business people escape to the Hamptons, albeit during the middle of winter, it’s for some sort of rest and relaxation Care, not to be hounded by fundraisers for their upcoming charity events.”

“Number one, I didn’t need to track anyone. It’s not difficult to find even the most private people given the exorbitant amount of media there is these days ,” she scoffed. “And number two, did you ever think I needed to escape the city for some rest and relaxation myself?”

“No. Although this latest stunt tells me that maybe you might need some kind of therapy.”

“Fine,” Caroline scowled ignoring her comments and placing her sunglasses over her eyes to shield the invading light. “It’s for a good cause, Kat.”

“I’m not saying it isn’t,” she agreed. “However, that’s your justification for everything. Just because you think that, it doesn’t mean everyone else does.”

“Exactly what’s wrong with today’s society,” Caroline muttered. “Look, I just think if I went to him and explained myself Klaus Mikaelson would understand that donating to the upcoming Valentine’s Gala would make a difference to so many kids with cancer.”

“I think your multitude of emails and phone calls to his office have already done that.”

“And obviously it failed because I’ve heard nothing back. Which is exactly why a face-to-face meeting is required.”

“So, why don’t you make an appointment like normal people do instead of stalking billionaires at their vacation residences?”

“Because his secretary is ignoring my calls,” she growled. “I haven’t even met Lexi Branson but she seems to have it in for me for some reason.”

“Might have something to do with all that phone stalking,” Katherine teased. “Did you ever consider maybe taking no for an answer?”

Caroline didn’t like the word no, in fact it just made her more determined to succeed and probably why she was so good at her job. Caroline considered herself one of the best and most persistent charity fundraisers in New York, if not the whole East Coast. She’d recently taken a new job at a Children’s Cancer foundation and was determined to make a difference. That included raising as much money as possible for their upcoming Valentine’s Ball.

She’d been considerably successful so far but Caroline always like to push herself harder and that meant trying to convince one of Manhattan’s most reclusive billionaires that this was a cause worth donating towards. It wasn’t her first attempt; she’d tried on two earlier occasions with different charities but failed. To be honest she was surprised someone of his status didn’t donate already, a fact that didn’t sit well with her at all. She didn’t like to judge but given how much he was worth Caroline couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t give back to those less fortunate.

The one thing you could say about Caroline was that she was thorough in her research and she’d read every available article and biography on Niklaus Mikaelson. The second child of four siblings, born in England to meagre beginnings but after completing high school he’d won a scholarship to Oxford to study law where he’d graduated first in his class. He moved to the US and obtained a subsequent Master’s degree in Business Administration at Harvard only to start his own computer business months later. That business would net him $12 million in the first year of operations. The profits only increased each subsequent year. Becoming a millionaire was easy and his billionaire status was confirmed only five years later.

Caroline understood money, it was her job after all but she knew the real motivations for donating to anything came from a deeper place. Unfortunately in his case Klaus didn’t seem to have any at all from what she had seen. He always came across so aloof in the few interviews she’d watched, almost like it was a chore having to converse with people. Caroline wasn’t surprised but it didn’t stop her from wanting to know what made him tick. Unfortunately google wasn’t going to tell her what she wanted. The one thing she did know from the internet was that he was gorgeous, with those crimson lips and dirty blonde curls. How could someone so good looking be so arrogant? It seemed a shame but Caroline figured you couldn’t have everything.

That’s why she’d decided after being stonewalled by his office again that she needed another approach. Some might have considered it stalking but she considered it business, surely if anyone could understand that concept it was him.

“Oh that’s Bonnie calling in, I’m going to connect her,” Katherine interrupted. Caroline rolled her eyes knowing this wasn’t a coincidence, no doubt Katherine had sent her a sneaky text while they’d been talking.

“Does anyone know where my calm and rational friend has gone? She’s about five nine with blonde hair and blue eyes, was last seen driving crazily out of Manhattan an hour ago?”

“I’m perfectly calm Bonnie,” Caroline huffed. “Some people would consider this plan a masterful stroke of genius.”

“Or crazy, depending on who you ask,” Katherine drawled. “So, I’m curious what are you planning to do when you get there, Care? Play next door neighbour and ask to borrow a cup of sugar?”

“I have no intention of lying.”

“Oh, I get it you’re going to say you just happened to be in the neighbourhood and thought you’d stop by?” Bonnie asked.

“Yeah, cause I’m sure he’d believe that,” she baulked.

“So, how are you going to penetrate the Mikaelson mansion? Tell me you have some kind of plan in place?”

“Of course I do, Bon. Do you know who you’re talking to? I’m going to just knock on the front door and introduce myself,” she gulped, thinking just how lame that sounded aloud. She’d planned to come up with something on the drive and decided to blame her lack of preparedness on Katherine and now Bonnie’s impromptu phone interrogation.

“Please tell me you have something more creative than that? You don’t just knock on doors in Southampton. They have high walls, big gates, security cameras and an angry German Shepard if you’re really lucky.”

“You seem to forget just how charming I can be, Katherine,” she argued. “They don’t call me one of the best fundraisers in the City for nothing.”

“I’m not saying you aren’t but it’s pretty obvious this guy is immune to your charms given his constant refusal to meet with you.”

“Oh yea of little faith, Kitty Kat,” she scoffed. “Not only will I put on my best charm I’m also wearing THE dress.”

“The red Stella McCartney?” Bonnie gasped.

“And the black Louboutins,” she grinned knowingly.

“But you only break those out when…”

“It’s an emergency.” Caroline didn’t like to use her sexuality, in fact she only did when it was absolutely the very last resort and she figured the circumstances called for a little designer intervention. Her attire was equal parts business like and sexy as hell.

“If Klaus Mikaelson doesn’t agree to see you in that ensemble then he’s either gay or really, really stupid.”

“I guess we’ll wait and see,” she murmured. “I really should get going, ladies. You know as fun as this weird phone frientervention has been.”

“Play some Eye of the Tiger, that’s what I always do before a case,” she explained. Katherine’s win-loss ratio in the courtroom was impressive so Caroline figured she might take her up on the advice and began to search for some Survivor in her music library.

“Good luck,” they both replied in unison before disconnecting. Before Caroline could play the Rocky anthem and get her head into the game, her phone beeped indicating a new text message. She eyed it curiously, noticing his name appear. She certainly had to hand it to all her besties, they certainly had her back.

“Knock him dead, gorgeous.” Caroline grinned at Enzo’s words. She should have been angry at Kat for telling him and Bonnie but Caroline needed all the encouragement she could garner. It was only then the phone beeped again. “P.S. If you find any hot, available millionaires give them my number.” She rolled her eyes; he always had an ulterior motive when it came to women. She turned up the volume losing herself in the music as she drove closer to her destination.

Forty-five minutes later, Caroline found herself turning down Meadow Lane in Southampton, immediately she was intimidated. She knew this was millionaires (or in many cases billionaires) row but had never seen it personally. The houses were as much spectacular as they were enormous and she was in awe of the architecture as much as the grand, impressive grounds each boasted. She almost missed his at number 96 and had to apply the brakes quickly before she ventured too far off course. Caroline thought they were all gorgeous but his was especially picturesque. A brilliant, white, multi-story residence with royal blue accents that blended in with the surrounding area but Caroline knew that was only the beginning of its appeal. She inhaled deeply, wondering just what she was doing here. She’d been so determined but seeing his house had stunned her slightly.

Caroline lifted her head, determined not to let some billionaire get in the way of what was important. She pulled her Prius into his driveway, and was met with a guard housed at the entrance.

“Hello, I’m here to see Mr Klaus Mikaelson.”

“And you are?” He asked searching his clipboard seriously.

“Caroline, Caroline Forbes,” she gulped knowing she wouldn’t be on his list.

“You’re not on the list Miss Forbes, so I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” he instructed, his emotionless expression not changing as he said it.

“But I just need to see him for a few minutes,” she objected, ready to go into the spiel she’d practiced on the way down. “It’s a business matter.”

“No buts, you need to leave the premises straight away,” he replied dismissively. Caroline was stuck for words; she’d half considered getting out of her car to model her outfit but knew this grouch would be unmoved.

She reversed begrudgingly, uttering a few colourful terms as she did it. She looked to the road ahead, dreading the drive back and annoyed at her failure with him yet again. She didn’t come all this way for nothing. Caroline noticed a gate to the property as she drove along the side street. Maybe she could make her own entrance? Klaus Mikaelson would surely give her points for originality. Either that or he’d have her arrested. Caroline decided on that option, hoping that Enzo, Bonnie and Katherine could pool together the proceeds for bail if not.

The gate had a keypad on the side, Caroline realised that she had no idea what the code would be. She wracked her brain thinking about all she knew of the billionaire without many results forthcoming. Caroline thought it was hopeless but decided to enter something anyway, what did she have to lose? She entered the digits she knew so well. One. Two. Zero. Seven. It was her birthday. What she wasn’t expecting was the click as the gate opened.

As much as she wanted to question his choice and the fact she guessed correctly, Caroline pushed the gate and stepped onto the manicured lawn in awe. Caroline wasn’t expecting such an easy entry but here she was looking up at the foreboding property. If she turned up at the front door what was she supposed to say? I just broke into your house but I promise I’m not a burglar? Caroline hadn’t figured out what she’d do at that point. She really needed to stop being so impulsive, it only seemed to get her in trouble.

Before she could walk any further, a white husky approached, eyeing her curiously. Even with Katherine’s earlier warnings she hadn’t worked out what she would do in this situation, if only she had some dog treats to bribe him with. “Hey, gorgeous,” Caroline cooed, attempting to make friends with the majestic looking dog. “I’m not going to hurt you.” What Caroline wasn’t expecting was for the dog to sidle up beside her and nuzzle its nose into her leg for a pat. Some guard dog this was, not that she was complaining. She gave him a long rub relishing in his adorable affection.

“Wolf always has been a sucker for a pretty face,” someone observed, startling her slightly. She looked up into his curious brown eyes, glad the first person she came across after breaking in wasn’t the blonde and blue eyed owner. “Now, you don’t look like our gardener,” he enquired. He was gorgeous for sure standing at just over six foot with brown hair and a cheeky smile.

“I could be,” she argued, knowing how stupid it sounded as soon as she said it.

“So, what are your care instructions for these daisies then?”

“Just leave them be, urgh they’ll die soon enough,” Caroline offered feebly, looking at the suffering plants. She never really considered herself much of a gardener given the number of plants she’d subsequently killed over the years.

“Brutal,” he said. “But I like your style. So, do you make it a habit of breaking and entering?”

“This is my first time actually,” she admitted, deciding she had no choice. “And surprisingly easier than I thought it would be. But you, uh, might want to change your gate code, god knows who could just walk on in.”

“You’re either here to see Rebekah, Niklaus or Elijah. I’m not sure why you’d waste time on any of my siblings. Just FYI they don’t put out very easily, far too uptight for their own good.”

“Which means you obviously do. Is that supposed to impress me or something?” Caroline drawled knowingly and he let out a chuckle.

“I think you should be a bit nicer given I could call the police and tell them some crazy blonde pretending to be a gardener broke into my brother’s house.”

“I’m not crazy, well most of the time,” she conceded. “I’m Caroline Forbes and by the sounds of it you must be Kol Mikaelson.”

“I see my reputation precedes me,” he grinned. “So, enough about me. What exactly are you doing here, darling?”

“It’s actually work related,” she explained.

“I’m listening.”

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How autistic!Groot deals with mental ages people...

Have some ‘Groot’ pwnage.

Groot let Gamora lead his hand to the red handle. She guided him through pulling the handle upward, revealing a spiraling silver rod, and pushed it back down again. It let off a satisfying clanking noise. The pumping motion set the top spinning. If he pumped it more, it spun faster. When whirling, the top’s white lines blurred the colors into a continuous spectrum.

Amusement rumbled in Groot’s throat as he watched the top spin and travel along the shelf until it bumped the raised edge. Such a marvel of physics! It began wobbling on its axis until it came to a stop.

Groot set his data pad down and cranked the top again. He bent as close as he dared to watch the colors blur. Such remarkable beauty in something so simple! Unable to contain himself, he clapped his hands together and allowed himself another delighted laugh.

“…oh, now isn’t that precious,” said a woman’s voice.

Gamora twisted and replied, “Are you speaking to me?”

“Mmhmm. It’s so sweet that you bring people like him out into the world like this. He must have the mind of a three year old child…is he difficult to handle?”

Suddenly, Groot found himself standing up straight and peering over his shoulder at the Kree woman. Embarrassment twisted at his innards– this stranger saw him being himself and voiced the worst assumption possible.

“…my daughter’s youngest is ‘slow’ and has the mind of a– hello! You must have heard us talking about you…” she spoke at him in a talking-to-babies voice before returning her attention to a practically-squirming Gamora, “he functions very well for someone with a three year old’s mentality.”

Groot’s embarrassment quickly became anguish. His three-syllable growl was met with one of those fond smiles that didn’t take his mood seriously. He snatched up his data pad and typed as quickly as his fingers allowed.

You functions very well for an ignorance ass-faces. Nobody is a child traps in an adults body no matter what kinds of brains they has! A child has a child’s minds and an adults has an adults minds. Now talks to me likes I am an adults.

The woman’s 'aren’t-you-cute’ smile dropped like someone punched her in the stomach. Groot stared at the wrinkle forming between her eyebrows.

“Rude,” she snapped and immediately stalked away.

I am GROOT!” Groot shouted, but his calling her an ignorant jerk went without being heard or understood.

Gamora’s mouth dropped open. She looked up at Groot and waved her hands as though silently asking if that conversation actually happened. He frowned, then nodded. Oh yes, it certainly did!

– “It Takes A Forest”

Tour of Prythian Part 3

—–Nesta—–

She awoke in her closet, again. The bottle of brandy lay empty at her feet. Nesta stood, stumbled, and straightened then began her morning routine using the new shower Rhys & Feyre had installed for her. She dressed in a long black day dress and pulled her hair up in a tight bun before looking at herself in the mirror. Bronze hair, blue-gray eyes, and a tightness in her jaw that just would not loosen. Nesta’s hands shook and she fisted them up to her side as she walked to the door and opened it as Cassian fell in. She hadn’t even caught his scent. Damn it.

—–Cassian & Nesta—–

He fell through the door like some hapless oaf and jumped to his feet. He stepped fully into the room and shut Nesta’s door. She took a step back.

N: What do you think you are doing here? Inside my bedroom.

Cassian stalked towards her.
C: I am in your room Nesta Archeron to talk to you.

She had spoken and the look in her eyes told him that she hadn’t wanted too.

C: You WILL talk to me this day he said as he threw up a red tinged shield around her room.

C: No one can hear us now.

He summoned a bottle of brandy and 2 tumblers.

C: I know how much you like your drink.
N: You’ve been spying on me!

She was outraged! She was so mad she wanted to spit fire, but she couldn’t, not at him. she snatched the bottle from his hand and poured her tumbler full, thrice the normal amount. Cassian raised an eyebrow at her but Nesta simply turned to her chaise lounge and sat, she waved a hand in the air,
N: Speak

Cassian grabbed her legs and lifted them up, sat down and dropped her legs back down across the top of his thighs. He took a long drank and turned his head to the side to look at her.

C: I told you my feelings, you let me kiss you, you were willing to die with me and now nothing. Nothing at all, until today. It’s been nearly 3 months Nesta. Even when we’re alone you ignore me. Not a word or a sound, I carry you in my arms to the human realm with only the wind to keep me company. Why is that Nesta?

She finished her brandy and held out her glass for Cassian to refill. He did and she drank from it, deeply. He had her trapped.

N: You saw what I did. I do not regret beheading the king. What I do not like or should I say what I do not understand is how could you smile at me afterwards, after you saw me do that? I find it disturbing that a male could look upon a female who has done such a deed with any… feeling. It makes me wonder what type of male could do this? I thought you decent enough but now I don’t know. What kind of male could look upon me, after watching me do that, with any type of favor?

This was not the answer Cassian had been expecting. He’d expected none to be honest. He let out a long sigh and let his head fall back against the wall.

C: I smiled because no one has deserved vengeance as much as you and your sisters and you achieved it. I wanted to be the one to save you, many times but you saved yourself, me, and Prythian. I should have comforted you after your father died. I failed you yet again.

N: Yes, you failed me and I failed my father and my father failed my sisters and myself.

Well she had said it, he had failed her and it was unforgivable.

C: I never meant to fail you Nesta. It kills me, it kills me that I wasn’t able to save your father for you. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you being thrown into that cauldron or the day that we saw your father murdered. You’ve been so stoic and strong. You show no fear. Never have I suppose.

Cassian took another swig of brandy.

C: They say you drink all night alone.
N: Do they? Hmm I suppose I do. What a pair we are.
C: Can I, won’t you attempt to at least be civil towards me?
N: What does that entail?
C: A simple Hello Cassian, Thank you Cassian, the usual stuff.
N: The usual stuff.

Nesta leaned forward and poured herself another drink. Even she didn’t usually drink this much in the morning, guess she needed a bit of extra liquid courage today. She looked up at him.

N: I know what you are.
C: I know what you are.
N: I know what you are to me.
C: I know you do. I also know that you will not accept what I WANT to offer you, what I NEED to offer you. You asked what kind of man I am, I am a soldier. I kill men, done it my entire life. I was born, bred, and trained for it. It’s all I’ve ever known. I serve in the NC as a general for my brother in arms, I fought and bled for him and I will continue to do so. I love my family. I love their joy, their happiness, and their sorrows. I like helping people, especially the people of my home here in Velaris. I love many things, I could offer you many things, including love but I’m sure you think you can find a better offer somewhere else with someone else. You look upon me and see a brute bastard with a pension for bloodshed but I AM more than that. I promise you, I swear to you Nesta Archeron, I am more than that.

Nesta stared him down. She removed her legs from his thighs and tucked them under her. Nesta opened her mouth to speak, shut it, and opened it again.

N: I do not care that you are a bastard and a brute. I do not care that you are a general and that you kill men.

Cassian felt sick.

N: The only thing I care about is how you feel about me.

Cassian turned to her but she looked away.

N: You should leave now Cassian.

He simply rose and nodded.
C: You should eat something, there’s breakfast downstairs waiting for you.

He headed for the door and turned the handle.

N:Cassian wait.

He turned,
N: I shall consider your offer and I’ll see you at breakfast.

Cassian turn and left Nesta’s room with a smile.

—–Azriel—–

What Rhys had told him, Lucien, Lucien had sent word that he’d be arriving tomorrow.

“You came for me”
“I’m getting her back”

Azriel had one night to get this right, to somehow win Elain’s heart over her mate. He’d been lucky, Lucien had went to make amends at the Spring Court and escort Queen Vassa back to her lands on the continent before traveling back to Velaris. He hoped that Lucien & Vassa would become more than friends or that Lucien would be staying at the Spring Court. Tamlin surely wouldn’t want Feyre’s sister there to look at Day after day reminding him of what he missed. Still he had hoped Tamlin would sway Lucien to stay there.

Cassian winnowed in

C: I talked to Nesta
A: And…
C: She says she’ll consider my offer to be mates.
A: Don’t sound happy about it or anything.
C: I am happy about it. She just needs a lot of help right now and I’m hoping she’ll let me do it.
A: The drinking.
C: Even I can’t keep up with her, well not so early in the morning. We just drank a bottle of brandy and she goes through one every night by herself.
A: Shit. Why don’t the two of you come out with Elain and I tonight. Do you think she’d like that?
I did purchase an entire table for tonight in case I needed the rest of you to come. I know Elain wouldn’t mind and it might even help me out.
C: It’s your big night though
A: Lucien will be here tomorrow.
C: Shit
A: Pretty much but if Nesta could see how Elain and I get on maybe that would have some sway when I ask Elain if I can officially court her, even if I have to compete with Lucien. I’m tired of not getting what I want, this time I’m putting myself out there. I have to try.
C: I’ll tell Nesta now.
A: Can you give this to Elain?

He handed Cassian a small note explaining why Cassian & Nesta should join them and that it wouldn’t interrupt their time together. After all there was dinner, dancing, and an entire Tour of Prythian to walk through.

Light Stalking

Friday

Jon, 5:46 AM: she’s back

Jon, 5:46 AM: i mean, it’s only been two days that she missed but still

Jon, 5:46 AM: maybe i should wave

Jon, 5:46 AM: no, that’s stupid


Sam, 5:46 AM: do you know what time it is? some of us don’t have to get up before the sun to run with our dogs


Jon, 5:47 AM: did i not tell you i got moved to a later shift? bc i have that night class now, Mormont said i could stop working so early


Sam, 5:47 AM: if you got moved to a later shift then why are you still going to the park before 6 am?

Sam, 5:47 AM: wait

Sam, 5:47 AM: seven hells

Sam, 5:47 AM: you pathetic git


Jon, 5:47 AM: if i don’t come this early, i won’t see her


Sam, 5:48 AM: JON. THAT IS CALLED STALKING.

Sam, 5:48 AM: Gilly says “grow a pair and talk to her or leave the poor girl alone before you scare her”


Jon, 5:48 AM: i’m not stalking her! i just like seeing her. i’m not scaring her


Sam, 5:49 AM: a big, well-muscled, dark, male stranger with a dog the size of a wolf staring at her is going to scare her sooner or later. even if she doesn’t find you intimidating, she probably WILL find Ghost intimidating


Jon, 5:50 AM: you think i’m well muscled, do you


Sam, 5:50 AM: stop avoiding the point


Jon, 5:50 AM: her dog’s as big as Ghost, she’s not going to find him scary

Jon, 5:50 AM: in fact, Lady is the one that growled at Ghost a couple of days ago for getting too close

Jon, 5:50 AM: so if anything, i should be scared of Lady


Sam, 5:51 AM: so you have talked to her before


Jon, 5:51 AM: no, why?


Sam, 5:51 AM: then how do you know her dog’s name is Lady?


Jon, 5:52 AM: i overheard her calling for her when Lady jumped in the stream about two miles in on the trail


Sam, 5:52 AM: …

Sam, 5:52 AM: so you follow her on her run with her dog now, too

Sam, 5:52 AM: JON

Sam, 5:52 AM: AGAIN

Sam, 5:52 AM: THIS IS CALLED STALKING


Jon, 5:54 AM: you are being dramatic


Sam, 5:54 AM: no, i am not. you’ve been ass over tit for this girl for weeks now, but you’ve never said a word to her

Sam, 5:54 AM: given how much you talk about her (which is all the time), i can only imagine how much you STARE at her while you are FOLLOWING her along the trails close enough to LISTEN to her every word

Sam, 5:54 AM: she’s a woman alone on a hiking path with a big man and his big dog following her for weeks and NEVER SAYING A WORD


Jon, 5:59 AM: when you put it that way, it does sound bad


Sam, 6:00 AM: it is BAD so talk to her and fix it


Jon, 6:04 AM: gods

Jon, 6:04 AM:  i’ve been stalking her

Jon, 6:04 AM: i didn’t mean to. i just…

Jon, 6:04 AM: seeing her smile in the morning made the rest of my day brighter. i just liked starting my day with her smile


Sam, 6:05 AM: then talk to her! tell her that!

Sam, 6:05 AM:  gilly says that was right romantic


Jon 6:06 AM: i can’t talk to her

Jon, 6:06 AM: that would probably make her so uncomfortable at this point

Jon, 6:06 AM: bc i have apparently been stalking her like a creepy idiot


Sam, 6:06 AM: what no

Sam, 6:06 AM: tell her what you just told me, it’ll be fine


Jon, 6:07 AM: i already left the park

Jon, 6:07 AM: i’m not going back


Sam, 6:08 AM: GO BACK

Sam, 6:08 AM: you like this girl. i haven’t seen you this gone since ygritte and YOU HAVEN’T EVEN TALKED TO HER YET

Sam, 6:08 AM: don’t throw this away, it’s worth giving it a shot


Jon, 6:09 AM: i’m not going to be that guy that follows her around and then forces her to talk to me

Jon, 6:09 AM: i didn’t even realize how i was acting or how it must have looked to her

Jon, 6:09 AM: i’m not that guy. i won’t be that guy


Sam, 6:10 AM: you are not that guy. you said you kept coming back for her smiles. if she was smiling, then she can’t have found you scary

Sam, 6:10 AM: you’re not a guy like Theon who wouldn’t notice when a girl was scared, Jon


Jon, 6:11 AM: leave it, Sam. it’s done

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The Bar

One shot made for anon.

Request:Anon asked Could I have a Richard x reader where rich has literally been pining after them for months and all his friends know but he’s to shy around them to do anything? But eventually he grabs the reader and gets too shy to say anything so he just kisses them and and and I need fluff tbh

Author Note: I am sorry if this is complete crap. I hope it has enough fluff if not feel free to message me and I will make another. I will make another until you die of fluffiness. :)


You stood cleaning out some glasses listening to the three men behind you.

“Richard, come on man just ask her out,” The taller man basically pleaded.

“Ask who out?” The bearded blonde feigned ignorance.

“You know exactly who, Richard Speight. The reason we have been coming to this bar almost three times a week for the last two months even though it is ridiculously out of our way and not even that great,” the short one who actually protested but agreed to everything said.

“We all know you want the bartender. You have been pining after her for two months now and come whenever she is working, you are basically stalking her,” the tall one joked.

“I am not stalking her,” the man named Richard replied flatly.

“What can I get for you guys? Your usual?” You interrupted the three arguing regulars. You had asked around about them and everyone said they only showed up on the three days you worked most.

“Yes that would be great,” the blonde man spoke with a slight tint of red to his face.

You had been wondering if their conversation had been about you but you had to be sure there was another girl working this bar tonight, time to find out for sure.

You grabbed the three of them their usual beers and popped off the tops, “My name is Y/N by the way.”

“Hello Y/N. My name is Matt, the man on the end there is Robbie and this fellow here is Richard,” the man spoke with a grin.

You focused your attention on the cutest one there. “Hello, Richard. Can I get you anything else,” you flashed your most flirty smile.

“U-u-uh no,” he stuttered out.

They were definitely talking about you, you smiled to yourself. You had dated some but no one had caught your eye in the last year and a half. This guy was something different though, he didn’t hit on you like all the others. You had talked to him on several occasions about each other’s lives.

You knew he was an actor but never went into much detail over it and he knew you bartended a couple days a week while being a senior in college. You also knew he was way older than you but that didn’t matter.

“Hey Y/N my friend Richard here has a question for you,” Rob called.

“Yes?” you smiled at Richard.

“I don’t have a question they are just being idiots.”

“Well okay then,” your smile fell a bit, “Call if you really do need something.”

You walked out behind the bar to grab some of the abandoned drinks lying about the bar. You were walking passed the guys when you tripped. You embraced yourself for the impact of the dirty floor when someone caught you.  

You were propped back up and you turned to face your savior whose arm was still wrapped around you.

“Thank you,” you whispered shyly since Richard’s eyes were boring into your own.

“My God you are beautiful,” he answered back.

Neither of you spoke again while simply just staring at each other. He looked as if he was finally going to ask you out, but nothing escaped his open lips. Another moment went by while nothing was said you could tell the whole bar was staring at the two of you but nothing happened until he quickly pressed his lips to yours.

When you didn’t respond he pulled away, a look of fear on his face. You didn’t want him to get the wrong idea and all you wanted was his warm lips back on yours, so you did the only thing you could think of, you kissed him.

You both just stood there kissing each other only pulling back for quick and sudden breaths before locking lips once again.

“So are they dating now?” Rob asked Matt confused.

Matt shrugged, “I am not really sure what just happened, but it has to be a good thing right?”

Richard finally spoke, “Would you like to go out sometime?”

“Yes,” you answered a bit breathless.

Excuse me? What were you doing over at her house and WHY do you feel compelled to post that you went there all over social media? You were awfully close there with her too. Did you somehow forget that you’re mine? Your messages from the other night made it pretty clear that you wanted me instead. So why are you all touchy feely with her? Am I not enough for you?

I’m Worried

Y/N pushes her food around her plate, frowning down at it, but not actually picking any up with her fork.

“Love, you need to eat.” Joe’s soft tone carries across the table to her, and she lifts her eyes to meet his concerned ones.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You said that at lunch.”

“I’m still not hungry.” She shrugs, pushing the plate away finally.

He sighs, leaning back in his chair, staring at her from his spot.

“What’s going on with you lately?”

“Nothing.”

“Then why do you barely eat anything?” He leans forward on both arms against the table, his stare hard. “And don’t try to deny it, Y/N. I’ve noticed. And I’m worried.”

“Don’t be.” She stands from the table, taking her food into the kitchen. “There’s nothing wrong.”

“You are so frustrating!” Joe jumps to his feet, following her. “Why won’t you just talk to me? I’m right here!”

“Just drop it!”

“NO!”

“WHY?!”

“BECAUSE I BLOODY LOVE YOU!

“Well stop.”

He rocks back on his feet, shock evident on his face.

“What?”

“You heard me.” Y/N mumbles, brushing past him.

Joe stands there for a moment before he turns and follows her, finding her in the bedroom.

“Y/N…please.”

“Just go away.” He sees her lift a hand, wiping away tears.

“Not until you talk to me.”

“About what, Joe?! You want to know why I haven’t been eating?! Because I’ve been gaining too much weight. And people are noticing. I read your bloody comments, and that’s all everyone can talk about. Is how fat I am now. There. Happy?!”

“No!” He stalks forward, hands coming up to her arms. “Why would you starving yourself make me happy? Gods, Y/N. I wish you would ignore them. There is nothing wrong with you. I don’t care if you’ve gained some weight or not. You are still beautiful. So please, stop.”

“I just…”

“I know, love.” Joe pulls her into a hug, and Y/N grips his shirt tightly, all the pent up emotion flowing out of her, both of them sinking to the floor as he comforts her. “Don’t listen to them though. Listen to me. And I’m telling you that you do not need to hurt yourself, because I love you.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She mumbles into his chest.


A while later, they’ve shifted so Joe’s back is against their bed, with Y/N’s curled up against his chest, arms around each other.

“You really need to just talk to me about these things, love.”

“I know. I should have.”

“And please, ignore the comments.”

“I’ll try.”

“And never tell me to stop loving you.”

“I don’t think you’d listen anyways.” She lifts her head to meet his eyes, smiling up at him.

“No, probably not.” He smiles in return, brushing her hair out of her face. “You’re stuck with me.”

“There is one thing I don’t understand though…” Y/N mumbles, settling back against his chest.

“What’s that?”

“Well, I’ve still been gaining weight like crazy.”

“If I were Zoe, I’d say your pregnant.” Joe jokes, chuckling softly. “That’s her go to response for everything when it comes to us.” When he finishes speaking, he realizes that the body in his arms is tense. “Y/N?”

“What day is it?”

“Uhm, Thursday?”

“No, the date, you idiot.” She moves quickly, standing from their spot and looking around for her phone.

“The 14th.” He blinks, watching her move around quickly. “What’s wrong?”

Y/N’s eyes widen as she looks at her phone, before lifting her gaze to meet Joe’s again.

“There’s a chance your sister may actually be right this time.”

anonymous asked:

Just general people you read from would be fine!! :D

Okay love ^^ haha I also have a tag that says reads and that’s where I reblog the fics I like for rereads hehe but hmm let us go down my follow list, for some unknown reason I don’t follow a lot of people so idk if this is at all comprehensive.. maybe I’m just picky or too lazy to find more LOL 

an-exotic-writer ahh the A-1 since Day 1, I’ve been reading her works since the beginning of my days as a fangirl and they just keep getting bETTER, lovely blog, lovely person, I’m her cupcake too tho ^3^ 

babyitsbts // babyitsfiction idk which one she runs on these days but I LOVE her scenarios as well ^^ haha I think I read all through her stuff in one sitting esp the wolf exo ones 

duizhangdeluxe I actually found Amanda on AFF bc of her Blanc et Nior series?? and then stalked down her tumblr and now I am in love with her muses, beautiful soul, I am a hardcore fan. 

dvehyun I believe I found Gabs somewhere the jimin smut tag LMAO I still remember reading her work and being so amazed and impressed and thought wow I really hope I can develop my writing like that, her vamp AU gives me chills. 

eungyus // nam-jihyun my MIN, my sunshine, my hope, my founder hahah she’s the person that raised me in this cold cold world of tumblr hahahh I love her writing, she is the first person I have ever requested anything from and I’m so glad I did ;-; okay she’s great at writing dark themes but when she writes fluff its so perfect *sobs for days ily* 

exoticarmy127 MY FIRST TUMBLR FRIEND AND UNNIE WHO I LOVE DEEPLY. I adore all of her stories, they have their own life in them esp Laws of Motion and Attraction. I cannot deny my love for professor V my goodness. 

jiminsnips my Kenna, I’m lowkey salty bc she’s never on these days hahahaha! but that aside I love her scenarios, esp the ones for her challenge which I lowkey attempted several times 

krismebaobei idk if they’re still really active but Fei will give you all the feels ;_; I love her scenarios so much, once again, been reading since the days the skies were one 

min-tokkiwriter ahhh I haven’t read from her recently but I’m pretty sure I have read all her older works, one of the few shinee scenario blogs I seem to follow LOL 

minearebigger same as above comment, simply bc I usually don’t read many ship type fics?? …. although her jongtae aus are indeed quite tempting 

monchims *lays oneself on ground and rolls around* Okay Cherry is one of the main reasons I started to write in the first place? Hahah even non fandom wise I find her words beautiful and put together in such a way that it intrigued me to learn how to do so myself hahah.  I  really really like A+++ also her hypotheticals// compilations are fun to read they just escalate until she just walks away XD 

palpitate-hyperventilate Jo is soooooo GOALS A F I love her writing, it took me a while to get used to her style but maybe that’s why I appreciate it so much, I love it, it makes me think, it makes me pause and wonder and ughhhhh so inspired every time I read her writing its just a masterpiece T.T  

thesammtimes Sam my goodness I love her scenarios. I don;t remeber much about it because I discovered sam at like 2am in the middle of a fic reading marathon on my phone but they are A+ quality. *2pm voice* 10 out of 10 

soul-scenarios idk if they’re active (again) I’m sorry anon but umm This unnie made me cry so. many. times. like her scenarios are a mix of angst and fluff and they always get that heart clenchy feeling that I love ahhh ;;

theboyswhomwelove duuudeee I stalked Laura even before I got a tumblr, The Trophy was one of the first few fics I started reading and omg I’m so so glad I did, I love her, and her style of writing, just the character development is always so smooth yet complex. the tru sempai. 

whisperedscenarios I luvvvv but I haven’t been able to read much recently but I know back in the days when she was an admin I JUST LOVED ALL THEIR WORKS. it was absolutely adorable and I really should catch up on my reading bc I’m sure her scenarios are still nice <3 

xiuminipple idk man Jackie makes me question what I’m doing with my life when we’re the same age //i think// her writing is so nice like seriously beautiful and so… realistic?? Her Kai College AU and Chanyeol high school AU  are my absolute FAVS. so witty and just all together really enjoyable. 

thereaderwriter also one of the few ones I have known since the beginning of my fangirl career. I love that she writes and puts songs on her scenarios bc she’s the reason I started doing so? Like I’m pretty sure she introduced me to so many songs which are my favorites now like A Good Boy by Baek Ah Yeon and Intoxicated by the Cab and one distinct one for me is her Luhan one where OC is a photographer haha I LOVE IT 

theyreallbiasruiners WAIT NO WAIT YOU CANNOT ABSOLUTELY NOT FORGET THIS ONE PERSON OKAY. She is my irl friend and my other half and the reason I HAVE MADE IT THIS FAR. she doesn’t post much and don’t let her scare you off lmao BUT SHE DA BAE. 

yeahhhh okay that was longer than I expected but before I follow someone I usually stalk them for a long reasonable amount of time LOL SO I JUST GUSH when it comes to the ones I follow because they are goals and I hope to be able to have such distinct style like them one day T.T and yay happy reading anon I wish you rainbows and sparkles and all the feels <3 

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“Are you seriously still stuck up on her?” Otis asked after the boys had gotten some water. After seeing how Bennett looked at her he said. “If you still like her you should just ask her out.”

“Ask her out? Otis, c’mon.”

“Well it is better than stalking her.” Otis said.

“I am not stalking her.”

“Fine obsessing over her.” Otis jeered.