i just wanna see who will notice

The suck button.

My band’s drummer, John, is also a sound guy; for several years before we hooked up musically, he had been doing sound for other bands I was in, as well as for touring acts I booked shows for. He’s very good at what he does, and has a pretty massive rig. Anyway, he’s the nicest guy in the world at band practice, at Burger King, or at a gig we’re playing, but when he’s running sound for other bands, he can be pretty crabby. Very little patience for bands who start late or end late. Even less patience for bands who take an encore when they’re the second band playing out of five. Very little patience for singers who ask for more vocals in the monitor while cupping the microphone ball in both hands (feedback, anyone?) In general, just an altogether grouchy sound man. For example, he ran sound once for this seven- or eight piece ska band. One of the trombone players said he needed two mics: one for his horn and one for his backup vocals. Normally at this venue (a 120-seater), John didn’t bother to mic horns at all. Rolling his eyes, John put up a Shure Beta 58 and some AKG condenser mic. “This Shure is for your vocals, and this AKG is for your horn, OK?” he said. “Don’t blow your horn into the vocal mic, because your horn is about 30db louder than your voice and I’m going to have everything mixed properly.” Horn player nods his head. During the second song of the set, apparently this trombonist was set to get a solo. Right before his solo starts, he grabs both mics and pushes them close together, so that the capsules are actually touching. He then blows this fortissimo opening note into BOTH mics. I was sitting at a table in back, by the sound board, at the time. John’s limiters caught most of it, and I STILL had ringing in my ears for two days. At the end of the song, John mutes both of the guy’s mics (and leaves them mute), and basically threatens to ream out the guy’s plumbing with his own horn if he ever pulls that shit again. John does this through his talkback mic, which is clearly audible over the monitors. The crowd bursts into laughter, and the horn player goes bright red in the face.

At any rate, for years I had heard John threaten bands with the “suck button.” Bands who were taking too long to set up, or whose members repeatedly refused to follow reasonable directions (please keep that vocal mic away from the monitors!), would be threatened. “Pull that shit again, and I’m gonna hit the suck button on you guys!” I took it to mean that he would intentionally make them sound bad, but he never followed through on the threat, so I took it as a vague general warning.

So anyway, a little while back he’s running sound on a four band show. The second band, a Matchbox 20/Train kind of band, has him running 20 minutes behind before they even play a note because their lead guitarist was late. Their allotted set time is 40 minutes, but their last song runs over and by the time it’s done, they’ve played for almost 45 minutes. John says quietly over the talkback mic, “Hey guys, you’re done.” The lead singer says loudly over the vocal mic “Sound man says we gotta get off the stage. We got one more song for you!” as they kick into another soupy jangle-rock tune. John shakes his head at me. Then, the most amazing thing happened. After their “encore,” this band kicks straight into ANOTHER song without announcing it, apparently in the hope that John wouldn’t notice it was a different song.

John leans over to me to be heard over the PA and asks, “Hey, wanna see the suck button?” “Sure,” I replied. I figured he was going to muck with the levels or just turn them off or something. Instead, he reaches to one of his racks and starts scrolling through patches on his trusty DigiTech unit. Sure enough, he gets to a patch titled SUCK BUTTON. He engages it, and all hell breaks loose onstage. The lead singer and the lead guitarist (who was singing backup), immediately start to sing WAY off key. They try to get back in tune, fail, trail off in mid-line, try again, and start glaring at each other. The guitarist is so distracted by this that he starts muffing the chord progression. If not for the drummer, I think the whole song would have derailed. For the entire four minute duration of the song, I was treated to this asshole band sounding like crap and getting madder and madder at each other. John explained the patch to me; basically it pitch shifts all tracks from the vocal submix up one step, BUT ONLY IN THE MONITORS. So the audience, out in front of the mains, was treated to the sound of two guys trying to get in tune, only to be utterly confused. If they got it sounding right in the monitors, they could tell that something was grossly wrong in the mains. And each of the singers thought it was the other guy who was singing out of tune. I just about died laughing.


possible triggers, read/reblog with caution. nsfw metions. change pronouns as you seet fit!


❛ You weren’t answering you’re phone! Why do you have a bat?! ❜
❛ I thought you were a predator! ❜
❛ We’re actually doing this? ❜
❛ You’re the one always bitching that nothing happens in this town! ❜
❛ I was trying to get a good nights sleep before practice tomorrow. ❜
❛ Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one. ❜
❛ Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for? ❜
❛ Huh, I didn’t even think about that. ❜
❛ And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here? ❜
❛ Also something I didn’t think about. ❜
❛ Okay, let’s see this thing. ❜
❛ It was too dark to see much, but I’m pretty sure it was a wolf. ❜
❛ A wolf bit you? ❜
❛ I heard a wolf howling. ❜
❛ What do you mean “No, I didn’t?” ❜
❛ How do you know what I heard? ❜
❛ Because California doesn’t have wolves, okay? ❜
❛ I’m a nerd by association. I’ve been Scarlet-Nerded by you. ❜
❛ It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. ❜
❛ I can hear stuff I shouldn’t be able to hear. Smell things. ❜
❛ Smell things? Like what? ❜
❛ So, all this started with the bite? ❜
❛ What if it’s like, an infection? ❜
❛ Like my body flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something? ❜
❛ You know what? I actually think I’ve heard of this. ❜
❛ Hey, you’re the one who heard a wolf howling. ❜
❛ Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me! ❜
❛ You’ve been given something that most people would kill for. ❜
❛ Where are you getting your juice? ❜
❛ So, you killed her? ❜
❛ Maybe it was my blood on the door? ❜
❛ I’ve never had a dream where I woke up like that before. ❜
❛ You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something. ❜
❛ Maybe you should stop pretending to suck just for his benefit. ❜
❛ Trust me, I do plenty of sucking just for his benefit. ❜
❛ Do you wanna hang out, like us and them? ❜
❛ You know what else sounds fun? Stabbing myself in the face with this fork. ❜
❛ Once my heart starts beating again, yeah. ❜
❛ Start the car, or I’m gonna rip your throat out. With my teeth. ❜
❛ It was a different kind of bullet. ❜
❛ What am I supposed to do with him? ❜
❛ You faint at the sight of blood? ❜
❛ This house is like the frickin’ Wal-Mart of guns. ❜
❛ I don’t know whether to kill it or lick it. ❜
❛ You wanna do homework? Or you wanna not die? ❜
❛ We don’t go out in the middle of the night murdering people, do we? ❜


❛ Please let him go, and I’ll do– I’ll do whatever you want! Okay? ❜
❛ I swear. I won’t- I won’t see him again. I promise, never again! ❜
❛ I’ve got a missing teenage girl, and our K-9 unit led us here. ❜
❛ I’m sorry, I - I didn’t see anything. ❜
❛ Trust me, if he saw a naked girl outside a computer screen, he’d remember. ❜
❛ School fight? ❜
❛ Oh, no, sorry. I was just remembering, I actually have a morning practice to get to. ❜
❛ Just one more question. You guys get many grave robberies here? ❜
❛ Usually, they just take stuff like jewelry. ❜
❛ Okay, nothing else? Seriously? ❜
❛ I just said it was missing. ❜
❛ And you know what? Even if she did, so what? ❜
❛ It’s the most nutritious part of the body. ❜
❛ You’re the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you. ❜
❛ I mean like what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know?  ❜
❛ Here’s a dollar. Go find another parking lot to die in.  ❜
❛ Now, I don’t want the same thing happening to some innocent girl. ❜
❛ So, police are organizing search parties for tonight. ❜
❛ Sign up, find the missing girl, you get an automatic A in my class. ❜
❛ Because we have a pretty good idea that she might be… you know, turning. ❜
❛ A unicorn. What do you think, dumbass? ❜
❛ What do you think she’s gonna do with a set of real claws? ❜
❛ Hey, you know, maybe they’re just here for the funeral? ❜
❛ I mean - what if they’re the non-hunting side of the family? ❜
❛ You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you, ______? ❜
❛ You wanna take this little conversation downstairs? No? ❜
❛ Tell you what, you do the dishes and clean up the kitchen, okay? ❜
❛ I have my responsibility as a parent. ❜
❛ You know I’m gonna have to find a way to punish you though. ❜
❛ Well, that was your fault. ❜
❛ Shut up! It’s a scratch! It’s hardly even… ❜
❛ I have beautiful everything. ❜
❛ You wanna just make out a little bit? Just to see how it feels? ❜
❛ This new-found heroism is making me very attracted to you. ❜
❛ What did you see in the mechanic garage? ❜
❛ Did you notice that I’m paralyzed from the neck down in 8 feet of water! ❜
❛ Can’t you just trust me this once? ❜
❛ I’m the one who keeps you alive, okay. Did you notice that? ❜
❛ Sounds like the beginning of a heartfelt story, but I’m gonna pass.. ❜
❛ I thought you were psychic, bitch? ❜
❛ Dude, everyone in here is a dude. I think we’re in a gay club. ❜
❛ Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses? ❜
❛ One more question– just one. Are you okay? ❜
❛ We’re just a bunch of teenagers. We can’t handle this. ❜
❛ Sarcasm is my only defense. ❜
❛ I have to ground you. I am grounding you. You are grounded. ❜


❛ I have to… I have to tell him.. ❜
❛ Do you have any other emergency werewolf contacts? ❜
❛ So, if you need to do that thing where we talk about me. ❜
❛ I don’t want a boyfriend. I want a distraction.. ❜
❛ And, seriously, an American werewolf in London? Like that’s not going to be a disaster. ❜
❛ Can we drive? Now, please? ❜
❛ All of them? How does that even work? ❜
❛ I have been looking for them the last four months. ❜
❛ Do you know what I want for my birthday? ❜
❛ Have you never done it before either? ❜
❛ We don’t like you. Now, shut up and help us. ❜
❛ So, I hope you’re comfortable saying whatever it is you were feeling straight to my face. ❜
❛ Okay, all right, now. Come on, no one died, alright? ❜
❛ Look, there may have been some maiming, okay? A little mangling, but no death! ❜
❛ I can’t take waiting around like this, you know? ❜
❛ My nerves are wracked, they’re severely wracked. Wracked. ❜
❛ What… like, why wouldn’t they chain them up in some underground lair or something? ❜
❛ They’re an Alpha pack, right? So, shouldn’t they have a lair? ❜
❛ Wait a sec, wait a sec– maybe they’re living there! ❜
❛ It’s not the first time you’ve gotten your hands dirty. ❜
❛ I could beat you unconscious and wake you when it’s over? ❜
❛ I just… I don’t understand the bank, though, okay? ❜
❛ I’m supposed to call you first when I find a dead body? ❜
❛ You called the police before you called me? ❜
❛ They’re too fast for us, for all of us. They’re too strong, too rabid. ❜
❛ And, just curious, is there a reason the gun is still pointed at me? ❜
❛ Well, there’s probably still some part of me that wants to shoot you… ❜
❛ Does anybody else want to rethink the plan where we just, uh, kill ‘em? ❜
❛ I just wanted to make sure you got in okay! ❜
❛ I know the inner workings of that force, alright? ❜
❛ You didn’t have to follow me home. ❜
❛ So, if these aren’t random killings, then what are they? ❜
❛ Come over to my place at nine. Plan on staying the night. I like to cuddle. ❜
❛ Am I the only one recognizing the lack of werewolfitude in these murders? ❜
❛ It means my lack of sexual experience is now literally a threat to my life, okay? ❜
❛ You know who else is a virgin? Me. I’m a virgin, okay? ❜
❛ I need to have sex. Like, right now. Someone needs to have sex with me, like, today. ❜
❛ What do you want? You want to kill me? ❜
❛ We shouldn’t have come. I knew it. We shouldn’t have come. ❜
❛ Are you just following the bus, or are you planning on mounting it at some point? ❜
❛ How do you know it’s not from the archery team? ❜
❛ Cut off the head of the snake, and the body dies. ❜
❛ Just once, can someone try to come up with something that doesn’t involve killing everyone? ❜
❛ I’m telling you this because they scare the hell out of me. ❜
❛ Somebody’s been doing their summer reading! ❜
❛ Well, maybe we could do what normal people do, and knock on the door. ❜

Sketchavember 2017 - Day Eleven

First off I just have to say I have no idea what Voltron is about, I have no idea who this is, I know nothing about this show because I do not watch it. To me it’s Power Rangers in space lol. But I really just wanna see how long it will take @pinkipie100 to notice that I did something from her show. I know this babes name is Allura and she is by all means a space elf.

Want to commission me to do your character up in this flower headshot style? Send me an email (Kaela.Croft.Art@gmail.com) price is $40.00 per character. :)

The Boy Next Door

Summary: It’s Bitty’s sophomore year and he finally gets a boyfriend. Rodrigo is the quintessential boy next door: smart, kind, sweet, popular, a talented goalie. Everyone in the Haus adores him, everyone except Jack. Jack can’t stand him, and he’s not even sure why.  Also on AO3

Chapter 1: The Meet Cute

Rodrigo Zuniga was the quintessential boy next door. The popular goalie of the Samwell men’s soccer team, he volunteered at the no-kill animal shelter in Norwood once a month; was treasurer of the Samwell Athletes and Allies organization; he spearheaded the annual Spring Lake Quad Clean Up; and had a 3.75 GPA majoring in psychology and Latin American Studies. He lived with the rest of his teammates in the soccer house just two doors down from the Haus. He had just asked one Eric Richard Bittle out on a date, and Eric Richard Bittle said yes.

He was literally the boy next door, and Jack Zimmermann could not stand him.

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I went on a date like 8pm est and of course I beat my face to hell and back, we just got back like an hour ago or so & we had sex. Right before my guy cums he gonna say “Imma nut on ya pretty lil face” *pause* who face?? Not mine. Not the face that I beat the shit out of for over an hour…… do you not see these brows, you didn’t notice this contour, is my highlight not blinding you… you want to nut on this masterpiece, so you just want to cum on all my hard work and dedication?? Like I hardly wear makeup and you pick the day I decided to go all out to wanna cum on my face?? I ain’t make one snap yet, ain’t take no pics. Like damn you never wanted to cum on my fucking face before🙄🙄🙄🙄

annoying ass……….

You wanna know why I’m mad? Tom Holland x  Reader

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: About 900

Warnings: mild cussing

Summary: The reader and Tom are really close friends and you both like each other, but get in an argument when you go out on a date with someone.

A/N: This is probably really bad cause this is my first writing so I’m really sorry in advanced.

Tom and Harrison sat in the living room on their phones while you were up stairs getting ready for your date. You smiled as you applied a coat of eos lip balm before walking out of the bathroom.  

A soft knock sounded though out the living room as you walked down the stairs in a white dress. “Y/n doo-” Tom mumbles, but stops in mid sentence when he sees you walking down the stairs. “ Do I look okay?” You say as your walking towards the door and both the boys nod with infatuated looks on their faces.  Smiling as you open the door you see your date with flowers in his hands with a lazy smile.

“Boys I’m home” You say as you close the door behind you with a sigh. “ How’d it go?” Haz says as his head peers out into the hallway from the kitchen and Tom walks out of his room with a slightly pissed look on his face.  " Well, it was pretty good, at first, and then he started to flirt with the waitress and it all went down hill from there.“ You roll your eyes at the thought of how shitty the date actually was. Haz and Tom exchanged a look as Tom mumbled something under his breath.

"What was that mate?” Harrison says with a cheeky smile as he walks into his room. ‘What was Haz up to this time?’ Was the only thought that circled through your head. “ You deserve better” Tom grumbles as he walks to the kitchen, not even looking at you. “ What’s your problem, grumpy” You say as you sit on the island in the kitchen.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, nothing’s wrong, darling.” His tone was laced with sarcasm and so was the smile he gave you.

“Tom, obviously something is wrong.”  Your tone was gentle and caring, you hopped off the island and walked over to him looking up only to see him looking away. You’ve always liked Tom, but he never has really seemed to show any interest in you, like the way you do at least.

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Klutzy Archangel

Summary: The reader lives with the Winchesters and does research for them when they go on hunts. Gabe pops in to visit the reader but he’s super clumsy and shy because he’s in love with her. 

Characters: Sam, Dean, Gabriel x reader

Warnings: Gabe being a total cutie? Fluff. Gabe is kind of out of character, but its cute so… 

Word Count: 2,035

Tagging: @mycuddlycorner @canadian-american-hoser

A/N: This wasn’t a request but someone posted about it and I wanted to write it, so I did. Thanks to @wrenrun for helping! You’re the best ily. Enjoy!

Originally posted by bandss-and-youtuberss

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Love You Goodbye (Mature)

“Oh, why you wearing that to walk out of my life?

Oh, even though it’s over you should tonight

If tomorrow you won’t be mine

Won’t you give it to me one last time?

Oh, baby, let me love you goodbye”

It couldn’t be good. Definitely not. No one has ever received good news after the ‘we need to talk’ text. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding angrily in my chest.

[Y/N] said she’d be arriving any minute and dread filled my body more and more as I tried to swallow it. I sat on the couch in the midst of the silence, waiting.

All I could do was worry and panic and stress until ten minutes later when the noise I was expecting echoed through the room, and the sound was worse than I expected. Reluctantly, I got up to answer it.

The angel of a woman stood in front of me, wearing a white flowing dress that stopped just above her knees.

“Hey,” she whispered, not hesitating to come closer and embrace me. I feel her warmth and her chest pressing against me. “Can I come in?”

“Mhm.” I moved to the side hugging the door so she could walk in. She didn’t sit down.

“So, I just wanna say-“

“Don’t do this, it’s embarrassingly obvious what’s happening, just- don’t.”

“Justin, please-“

“Whatever it is, I’ll change it, I’ll make it better-“

“It’s not you baby,” she said sadly.

I couldn’t stop noticing how beautiful she looked in the dress she was wearing. I’d never seen it before.

“Then who is it? Whose fault is it?” I frowned, feeling my entire face tighten. None of it felt real.

“No one’s to blame. I just think it’s best if we don’t see each other anymore.” She looked so beautiful under the light. She was the brightest.

My heart shattered into pieces, a feeling I’d only ever heard about, I didn’t think it would hurt so much.

I swallowed. “Fine, whatever.”

“You don’t have to pretend Justin,” [Y/N] said with sympathy dripping from her voice, my jaw clenched and I had to refrain from throwing my eyes back.

Why wasn’t she hurting?

I didn’t speak for a while, I merely sat and let the events replay in my mind. I had questions, questions I knew I really didn’t want the answer to. I asked them anyway.

“Is there someone else?”

“No,” she whispered, her head swaying from left to right.

“Are you lying?”

Her face dropped. “No- of course not. There isn’t anyone else, I don’t think there will be for a while.”

“Then why are you doing this? Why are you breaking my heart?” I pleaded, forcing myself not to cry. I nipped the skin of my thigh instead, feeling the harsh sting numb my emotions.

“I just think it’s what’s best. I’m just not feeling it anymore and I knew I couldn’t live a lie, I couldn’t hurt you like that.”

I nodded. “Why are you wearing that?” I asked, looking her up and down.

“What do you mean? Do you not like it?”

“It doesn’t matter what I think. Why are you wearing that to walk out of my life?”

“I thought it was cute,” she protested, ignoring my question. Her fingers traced the hem of her dress.

“Okay,” I replied.

There was a pause filled with tension, the room was silent but my mind was the opposite.

“I think I should go,” she muttered, getting ready to make a move for the door.

“Don’t.” I blocked her path. “My hearts breaking, don’t fucking twist the knife.”

“What’s the point of me staying? I don’t want to hurt you Justin.”

“It’s a little late for that,” I snapped before I can process my words. She didn’t flinch.

“There’s no reason for me to stay, you need to admit that.” She was so much calmer than I, so collected. It didn’t ease my mind in thinking that she wasn’t at all heartbroken to be losing me. Us.

“Stay the night.”

[Y/N] sighed. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“[Y/N], please.” I didn’t want to beg.


“Tomorrow you’re not going to be mine, you’re going to be out there living life without me in it, please, let me hold you, just for tonight,” I gave in and pleaded her merely because I needed her. She didn’t look ready to argue.

I took her hand and lead her towards the stairs. Neither of us spoke as I felt my heart stammering at the fact she held my hand so tightly. I knew that would be something I’d miss for a long, long time. I aimed for one specific room; my bedroom held so many memories of us and it only felt right to end it here.

I crawled into bed and pulled the covers back, motioning for her to lay beside me. I watched her closely as she did. I could feel the heat radiated off of her body when she fell into my side.  

“I love you so much,” I whispered, pulling her closer. I think it was closer than she expected because her body stiffened momentarily.

“I love you, too,” she said, and I was sure she was saying out of sympathy; I didn’t think she’d leave me if she loved me.

Leaning over, I pressed my lips to her cheek, lazily kissing her. Her eyes fluttered closed and I moved further down.

“Justin…” she whispered.

“One last time,” I rasped and she hummed, falling into me. “One more taste of you and I’ll be prepared to let you go if that’s what you want. Just to take me back.”

Ever so slowly, I rolled over so that I was hovered over her body, my lips never leaving the dip in near her collarbone. [Y/N] let out the softest of moans and I held onto it tightly.

My hand reached underneath her, immediately finding the zip and sliding it down. [Y/N] didn’t protest but just watched me while wrapping her hands around the back of my neck. Her dainty fingers played with the end of my hair and it sent shivers down my spine.

“Tell me you want it and you won’t regret it,” I said but didn’t wait to tug the dress down her body.

“We should end it right,” she spoke softly. “I’d regret it if we didn’t.”

I saw that as the green light telling me it was full speed ahead. Nothing else mattered anymore, not when the love of my life was laying underneath me, not when it was going to be the last time.

Resting my forehead on her shoulder, I brought my hand up to her covered chest, rubbing gently through the material the way I knew she liked; as a result, she pushed her hips up to me.

I couldn’t hold back a grin as I noticed the hungry look in her eye. The idea of her wanting me was all I needed, even if deep down I knew it wasn’t changing anything. It didn’t change the harsh reality that would hit me in the morning.

The straps of her bra abandoned her shoulders but she didn’t seem to mind. It gave me the confidence to reach behind her - running my fingertips over her soft skin as I went - and unclasped her bra. I threw it behind me carelessly.

“You’re stunning,” I whispered, leaning down to plant a sloppy kiss between her boobs. She whimpered while her fingers ran through my hair, making my cock twitch ever so slightly. I almost let out a strangled whimper of my own.

“Don’t take your time, please,” she whispered. My hips rutted against her and to my adoration, her back arched and her mouth dropped into the perfect ‘O’.

“Why?” I teased, running my tongue across her collarbone. “Do you need me?”

She nodded her head, her lips having been taken prisoner by her teeth. I bit down on her skin instead of abusing my lips. My fingers took their time fluttering against her skin, moving further South and aiming for the spot [Y/N] wanted me to be. They reached the hem of her underwear and her hips rolled just in time.

[Y/N] released a groan when I pulled my fingers away, but I managed to silence her by pushing my two fingers into the wetness of her mouth and feeling her tongue on the underside of them.


And she didn’t hesitate, and I think I fell in love with her just a little more at the way she obeyed me so easily. Her cheeks hollowed as she got to work, looking up at me innocently, knowing the sensation was going straight to the hard on in my boxers. I could feel her tongue dancing around my fingertips and my length strained painfully against its restriction.

Abruptly, I released them from her hold. It took seconds for me to dip into her underwear and pressed my slick fingers against her clit to which she gasped beautifully. A proud but subtle smile hit my lips while I moved my fingers in a slow, steady and teasing motion. I did this for some time before voicing what I couldn’t stop thinking about.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, look at you.” She smiled and it only added to her angelic look. “Is that good?”

“Mhm, b-but-“


“Gimme more, Jay, please.” She sighed with trembling thighs. I swiped my index finger down and deep inside of her, feeling her wetness surround it.

“Anything for my princess.” I was allowed to say that; it would only be true for a few more hours.

I stayed true to my word; I pushed two fingers into her suddenly, loving the way her body jolted in surprise. Her eyes looked up into my own, the pleasure coursing through her coming to light.

Every so often I curled my fingers inside of her, only knowing I was hitting the right spot when my name rolled off her tongue or her nails dug into the skin of my upper arms; the pain mixed well with the pleasure when she did this.

“I-I- Fuck, Justin, I need more n-now, please,” she gasped, her hair spreading across the pillows as she threw her head back. I took advantage of her exposed neck to leave her with something special, something she can look at in her first few days without me.

In a few minutes, her neck was painting of red and purple. I paid close attention to detail as I created a masterpiece with my tongue and my lips as my medium. Despite the fact that my concentration shifted, it didn’t stop my fingers from working [Y/N] to the brink of her orgasm.

“Fuck m-me,” she stuttered as she writhed underneath me. “Baby, please-“

She was absolutely wrecked at that point, and the sight mixed with her soft pants and whispers caused me to lose all sense of restraint and patience. I was clumsily grabbing the end of my t-shirt and pulling up over my head, and with great hesitation - not wanting to have to move away from her warmth - I climbed off the bed to discard my jeans, along with my boxers. A soft whimper danced its way into my ears as my throbbing erection hit my stomach.

“You can’t say you’re not going to miss this,” I rasped, towering over her frame once more. She looked so small and insignificant from up above, but I knew it was the exact opposite; she was everything that mattered.

“Please Justin,” she whispered, her fingers gripping my shoulders.

“Of course, baby,” I replied with my voice filled with love. “But I’m not going to rush this part, I don’t care how much you want it. If this is the last time, I’m gonna treasure you.”

And I did just that. I made sure that my hips rolled against her own in a slow and steady pace as I pushed up into her, not swallowing my moans whenever I felt one rising in my throat. Although, I did sometimes bite down on the skin of her neck to silence myself every now and then, enjoying her sweet gasps.

“God, you look so good,” I panted, feeling pleasure coursing through my body as I felt her warmth around me. “So fucking beautiful.”

My fingers fluttered across her nipples whenever they got the chance and [Y/N] gripped my wrists, keeping them there. I almost growled in response.

“You like that? My fingers on you?”

“God, yes..” Her head fell back, exposing her abused neck to me; my artwork on show once more.

The temperature became prominent as strained to keep myself above her while continuing my thrusts, but the burning in the pit of my stomach made it all worth it.

We rolled and writhed together on the double bed, just like we had done so many nights before. There was a pain in my heart when I thought back to those times; I was always so sure those moments would always be a constant thing in my life, that [Y/N] would always be there. I masked the hurt with pleasure, pushing deeper to please us both.

“B-Baby, I-I’m so close,” she whined and it caused my hips to buck with a little more vigour into her, feeling myself brush against her walls. “You got me worked up, I-I wanna-“

“Don’t let go, not yet.. just give me a minute,” I breathed out heavily. “I want to cum with you, alright?”

“Mhm.” She bit down on her bottom lip, bruising it and causing a darker shade of pink to appear. “Fuck, please hurry.”

She sounded as desperate as she looked and all it did was spur me on, my hips did figure eights thanks to the high arising in me. My eyebrows furrowed as I focused on that sensation in my groin, wanting it so [Y/N] could let go with me as soon as possible.

“[Y/N], c’mon.. n-now, cum for me, princess.”

I felt her clench around me, and if I hadn’t have noticed that, I would’ve been able to sense she’d reached her orgasm because her entire body stiffened seconds before she left out the loudest moan of the night. It was enough to send shivers down my spine as well as pushing me over the edge; [Y/N] voicing her pleasure always did something for me.

I slammed into her throughout our orgasms, mine coming to an end only seconds after hers. Our breathing synchronised while our bodies touched. It was silent for the first time in what felt like years.

“That was.. something,” I panted, running my fingers through the tangled mess of my hair.

“Mm, it was.”

I pressed a kiss onto her collarbone, knowing it’d be the last time I did.

“Stay the night,” I whispered against the smoothness of her skin. “Whether you want to go another round or just lay here, please, just stay.”

In the end, I got to see her so full of pleasure for the second and last time, and lord knows I cherished the sight of her beneath me. I loved her goodbye that night, saying my farewells with my hands. The next morning, I hugged her goodbye before letting her slip between my fingertips forever.

You Again Part 1

Originally posted by je0n

pairing: jungkook x reader x jimin

genre: fluff/angst + college au

word count: 1142

part one two three four five six seven eight nine ten  

You had known Jungkook for as long as you could remember. Your mom and his had met in the hospital and they were both due on the same day. The rest was all history.

Seeing as how you were particularly reserved and the only child in the family, your parents had deemed it fit that you should spend more time with children your age. This is where Jungkook came in. Every week, your parents and his would take it upon themselves to arrange playdates for the two of you at either of your houses

This continued on until you and Jungkook began to attend school. You became less shy with strangers and started to talk more as the years progressed. As you grew up a little more, you had gradually drifted further apart from Jungkook. Seeing as how you both had different friend groups now and even went to different schools. The meet-ups with him grew lesser and lesser in number as your parents no longer took the liberty of planning playdates for the two of you. Of course your parents and his still kept in contact with each other and occasionally you would have meals at each other’s house, his parents often dragging along with them his somewhat unwilling older brother, Junghyun. These meetings, however, were far and few in between.

When you reached the age of 7, Jungkook’s father had gotten a job offer and his entire family moved to a city a few hours away. Although you promised to keep in contact with each other, your friendship did not pass the test of distance and with time, Jungkook gradually faded away from your life. The two of you now had a relationship of what you would describe as barely acquaintances.

Many years had passed since his departure and you had long since forgotten most of your memories with him. Who could blame you? You were so young then. All the conversations and laughter that the two of you shared had already been washed away from your memory, leaving behind only his name that was still ingrained in your mind…

Freshman year. New school, new people, and a bunch of jittery feelings in your stomach that you would describe as a mixture of nerves and excitement. Change is good. At least that was what you told yourself. From the movies to the books you had seen about college life, you knew that you had probably put your expectations way too high. Nonetheless, the newfound freedom was something that thrilled you but at the same time, you were undeniably afraid at the realisation that you were, for the first time in your life, completely and utterly on your own. Not one of your friends were going to the same university as you, considering the fact that you had gotten a scholarship to a university that was slightly further away than you would have liked. A three hours drive from your own hometown.

By the time you had reached your campus, it was already late in the afternoon so you decided to move into your dorm and drop off your things first. As you had to carry your items box by box up to your room, your arms felt completely sore as the boxes that you had carried seemingly became heavier one by one and the last box that you had carried felt like it was filled with bricks, the weight of the box leaving line indents on your forearms. By the time you had finally placed the last box on the floor of your room, you were exhausted to say the least. You let out a sigh of content as you flopped onto your bed but just as you were about to shut your eyes, you heard a few knocks on your door.

You opened your door to see someone strikingly familiar yet you just can’t seem to be able to remember who he is. “Hey, do you know where the registrar’s office is?”

“I have no idea, but do you wanna go together since we both don’t know where it is anyway?”

“Yeah sure” He grins and you can’t help but notice the way his dimple crinkles, it’s kind of cute, if you’re being honest.

“Okay, gimme a minute I’ll just grab my phone”

The entire walk to the registrar’s office was filled with awkward silence and the two of you didn’t really know where to go or what to say to each other. You ended up having to ask another student who pointed you in the right direction but that was after having already walked around the entire campus following signs that as he would say were “completely misleading and downright stupid”

You were too busy trying to remember where you had seen him before when his voice cut through your thoughts “Oh I still don’t know your name yet. I’m Jungkook by the way.”

That’s when it finally clicks in your mind. No wonder he seemed so familiar. “No way, Jeon Jungkook?”

He looks at you and it barely takes a second for him to feign a look of disbelief “Y/N? It’s been a while huh”

“Yeah, how long has it been? 12 years? I can’t believe we didn’t even recognise each other though” you laughed. What you didn’t know was that Jungkook did recognise you from the very beginning. It was true that he didn’t know where the registrar’s office was but his intent completely changed from the moment he saw you. He really was too nervous to talk to you and he was scared that maybe you had forgotten him after so many years had passed so he pretended to not know you at first.

It had taken a while but after that conversation started to ease in for the two of you and you started talking about each other’s family. It had come as a surprise for you to find out that Jungkook had already moved back to your hometown but as you had changed your number during the time that he was away, there was no way he could contact you.

Conversation between the two of you flowed surprisingly easily. Even though you hadn’t seen each other in such a long time, the memories that you thought had been long forgotten were jolted back into your mind and you found yourselves laughing at a joke that you two had shared as kids.

On the same day, you and Jungkook went out for dinner together, partially because both of you had no one else to go with, but mostly because an excuse was needed so the two of you could continue talking to each other. Afterwards, there may even have been an exchange of numbers, of course it was just for old times’ sake, nothing else, or at least that’s what you told yourself.

author’s note: thank you for reading! I hope you liked it and any feedback is welcome<3

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(Warning: This is trictly to point out things about Naruto Uzumaki after ending/one shot/gaiden/and this piece of shit of an OVA(which btw I’m still angry they even botherd to animate since in my opinion it’s a disgrace to the series from chap 1 to 698), if you don’t care or don’t want to see someone complaining about this then keep scrolling down. Thank you.)

Ok guys…um…tell me what you guys see in these screenshots? No really ,tell me your opinion. I’m gonna give you mine…You have no idea how sad i felt when a saw this,i barely recognize him anymore…he looks so detached and miserable, and speaking of detached , please tell me I’m not the only one who noticed how detached he is to his wife and kids, i mean even the way he speaks to them seems detached, he just gives me the impression of “sigh,i didn’t sign up for this shit” like seriously dude? Today is you inaguration ceremony to become hokage,remember that? Your dream?? The dream that you worked your whole life to achive? and yet you look like you just wanna roll over and die….if that doesn’t tell you this guy is not happy with his life then i honestly don’t know what to tell you…seeing our ball of sunshine turn in that guy with the bad haircut is not easy and it pisses me off how no one has talked about this after this shit came out.

To be honest with you, i wasn’t even gonna bother watching this,but i did it to confirm something…. i watched this to confirm how apparently making this ending happen to creat a new generation was worth DESTROYING a character’s personality and life , especially a character that is loved by so many people worldwide….i feel sad and empty for him.

Btw. I’m putting this under the sns and the anti ending tag since I’m not interested in any other fandoms opinion…so if your from another fandom and you start bitchin at me for giving my opinion on my fandom’s side then clearly your the one that needs to fuck off and that i will block the shit out of you in a heartbeat. Thank you for reading and have a good day. ♡ :))

lunermist  asked:

Aahh! I love your writing! And ask box is open? I just can't help myself! Can I pretty please request a scenario where alpha Bakugo falls for a small fem omega who always coming off as strong willed very much "my status doesn't define me" but is actually a total sweetheart and just doesn't want to be seen as weak infront of the others? And really likes Bakugo back? I fell in looooveeeeeee with the omgeaverse <3

Omegaverse is my guilty pleasure~

Alpha! Bakugou Katsuki:

“And next time you decide to skip class, you better hope I don’t catch you!”

“Y-yes ma-am!”

Red eyes watched the scene in front of him, an impressed face on his features. The three alphas on their knees begging for forgiveness and for her merciless tongue to finally stop harassing them.

The omega stood her ground, foot tapping in annoyance as the three idiots below her groveled at her feet. If they wanted to skip class fine, but don’t do it when the support class had an important showcase coming. Everyone needed to be on their best behavior and be creating their best items.

“Now go and assist Hatsume-san! She obviously has made enough to showcase for all three of you, so you’ll be her assistants until it’s over! Am I clear?” The omega barked out, her scent making all three alphas tremble at her inner rage. She was definitely an OA type… that was for sure.

“Y-yes! Thank you ma’am!” The leader of the trio called, pulling his buddies up and dashing to find Hatsume Mei. She was their only salvation from (Name) now.

(Name) sighed and shook her head at the idiotic alphas in her class. Honestly… if all alphas believed themselves to be as high and entitled as these three… she would prefer to never be mated.

Feeling as if she was being watched, (Name) turned a (eye color) gaze towards the row of vending machines near her classroom door. Standing with a leg kicked up on the wall near the machines was Bakugou Katsuki from class 1-A. He had been coming to these machines at this time everyday now for almost a month, watching and smirking at the scenes from class 1-H.

The omega held her breath, his scent of firewood and cinnamon strong, but not enough to drive her into a heat or mad desire. Instead she glanced at him one final time before walking back into her classroom, leaving the strangely silent alpha to his own accord.

With the door closing behind you, the final puff of your vanilla and sweet pea scent hitting him, Bakugou turned to go back to his own class. You had made eye contact with him this time at least, before you would see him and turn tail right away.

You were the strangest omega he had ever seen. Not afraid to stand up to alphas and didn’t even seem to care about the a/b/o system in the first place. As a matter of fact, he believed you saw yourself as (Name) before you saw yourself as an omega.

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Originally posted by crossroadscastiel

Originally posted by theblueeyedbee

REALLY REALLY LATE FOR @nickiwinchester97 and @rosie-winchester Challenge. My Wifi went down so I had no way to upload it. 

Prompt: I wanted to break the rules, but broke my arm instead.

Beta’d by this bitch: @fangolf 

Warnings: Description of fights.

The protectiveness your brothers had for you was both appreciated and annoying for the following reasons : You couldn’t go out after hours, Never to go on hunts alone, and to always tell them where you were going at all times. Not only was privacy nonexistent your date life was also thrown out the window. Any boy you either mingled or flirted with; No matter if victim or stranger they were always scared off by your brothers.

You three were at a town posing as cops for a (presumed) werewolf kill and you were able to talk to the witness a few years older than you and gain her trust. It was then that she invited you over to a house party since her parents were out of the house and left her to attend it. It was the perfect chance for you to live a normal teenage life for once in your life.

You had to be extra careful though. If your brothers found out it would be hell. Sam would give you a lecture while Dean tried hard not to yell at you; It’s happened before and it isn’t pretty. It normally ends up with you locking yourself in your bedroom and avoiding them at all costs.

“Okay.. Phone - Check. Wallet - Check” You pranced around in your bedroom thinking of anything you could have forgotten or missed. “Ah! GPS.” 

You quickly turn off your GPS before using multiple pillows to form a semi body shape under the covers. If you were leaving you had to convince them you were still asleep. Quietly leaving the room you called Sasha to go and pick you up.


The music blared and vibrated off the walls, The room so filled with people that it stretched all the way to the backyard.

“You enjoying the party?” Sasha —  The witness asked.

“Uhm yeah! It’s alright.” You answered; Taking a swing of your soda from your red cup.

You weren’t much of a drinker like your brothers, But found closure in it when rough times hit.

“That’s good. I’ll talk to you later!” She walked off when she was invited to dance by what you presumed was her boyfriend.


You didn’t know things were going to escalate this much. A group of boys drank too much and now were in an argument. People tried to push them off but that caused a stir and now both were throwing punches. Yells and shouts from both the fighters and standbys were getting louder by the minute.

Some encouraged the fight while others tried to end it. Half of the room was now covered in white by the flashes of the ones who were taking videos on their phones.

“Stop! Guys!” Sasha tried to control them, But her voiced wasn’t acknowledged.

One of the fighters ran up the stairs and everyone followed.

“Wait!” You tried to call after Sasha but she ran upstairs behind the wad of people.

You waited a few seconds before going after her. Being here was a bad idea and you wanted to go home. Making your way up the flight of stairs you get to the top and yell her name. Hurried footsteps get your attention and next thing you know you’re falling down the stairs.

You hit the steps and roughly land at the bottom.


You land on your arm. You shout curses due to the shooting pangs of pain going up and down your arm, Your eyes watering.

People crowd you and ask if you’re okay, Some even asking if you were alive. Out of nowhere your brothers are in front of you, Suits and all.

“(Y/n)! Are you okay?” Sam calls your name and inspects your arm.

“Sam?- FUCK” You yell in pain when Sam moves your arm.

“Definitely broken” He mutters.

“Alright everybody! Get the hell out before we call for backup!” Dean ordered. 

The music stopped and just like cockroaches — They all scattered.

“Alright (Y/n) You gotta get up. We need to get you to a hospital” Dean helps you to your footing while being careful with your arm.

“You’re so not getting out of this” Sam murmurs, Staring at your limping frame.


You were out of it for most of the ride and ER visit but were given pain killers that immediately knocked you out.

Your eyes opened and the first thing you saw was a white ceiling. Not a good sign. You tried moved your right arm, But mild pain shot through. Looking down you saw a blue cast. And right in front of you were your very VERY angry older brothers.

“Hey guys-” You tried to dodge the seriousness of a conversation.

“Don’t ‘hey guys’ us. Why the hell were you at a party? in the middle of the night?” Dean’s voice was low and rough, Trying not to waken up the whole hospital.

“You can’t-”

“You turned off your GPS even!” Sam adds in.

“I was-”

“You even tried to trick us with a bed full of pillows! We thought the worst (Y/n)”

“If you would let me finish I could tell you why!!” You shout, Glaring at both of them. “This is the first ever party I went to in my life. I’m a teenager! Tell me one time I spent quality time with friends! I have no life guys! It’s all hunt, hunt, hunt. There’s no time for me! I have no privacy! You guys scare away any possible relationships! I bet Dean sneaked out to parties when he was a teenager! Why can’t I!? Oh yeah, Because you guys won’t let me! Just because I’m your sister! You can’t keep my locked up for ever.” 

Your voice dies off when you see their faces riddled with guilt.

“I shouldn’t have done it, I know that. I wanted to break the rules, but broke my arm instead. I know what I did was wrong. But you can’t really blame me”

You’re all silent until Sam speaks up.

“We’re sorry. We just want to protect you. You’re our little sister.. You’re only one and you can’t dodge death just like we have.. We’re sorry. Do you forgive us?” Sam shows you his signature puppy eyes and you can’t hep but give in.

“Alright. But I get to leave the bunker more.”

“Deal.” Dean finally speaks up. “But no more sneaking out for parties” He raises an eyebrow awaiting your answer.

“Fine. No promises though.” You laugh, Moving your arm by mistake and letting out an cry. “Let this be my lesson. I learnt it. Can I be off the hook?”

“No” They both say simultaneously.

“Oh come on a broken arm isn’t enough!?… Did I fool you guys with the pillows though? Also, How did you guys know where I was?”

“Nope. I used to do the same thing. You can’t play a player (Y/n)” Dean has a smug smile on his lips that you wanna rip off.

“You didn’t notice until I pointed out she wasn’t breathing” Sam chuckles at his brothers annoyed face.

“Shut up”

“And Sasha called us. Told us there was a party and a fight started. We took our chance and went to see what was up. One of the dudes that was fighting was the one who threw you off the stairs. He said he was running away before he bumped into you and you fell down the stairs. We got there just in time too. You’re lucky you didn’t die. The boy even offered to pay for the hospital bills.” Sam yawned.

“We got burgers instead. You want one?” Dean asked, Getting Baby’s keys out of his pockets.

“Do you even need an answer?” You laughed, Mouth watering at the sound of a juicy burger.

“Be right back then” Dean made his way out the door quickly, Also wanting a bite of a delicious greasy burger.

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last night i noticed two things:

1. there’s a freaking mirror behind delphine auisjaks 

2. isn’t cosima too tall here? she’s almost delphine’s height and, i’m probably very wrong but i just pictured cosima standing on something and now i wanna find a way to hug this scene i swear 🙈

i mean i might be seeing things and delphine’s probably just wearing high heels here bUT

ps: cosima is not wearing her bowtie here anymore and not to be extra or anything but i really wanna see who takes it and her tuxedo jacket off kbyye

imagine Jim and Spock coming across another mirror universe very similar to that in Mirror, Mirror, but this time it’s Kirk who has a beard. And the first thing that happens is mirror!Spock looks at Kirk prime and tells mirror!Kirk

“Your counterpart looks… young.”

And Kirk Prime is like “Spock, did the other you just say I look baby-faced??”

“Yes, Captain, I believe he just did.”

but then Spock Prime looks at mirror!Kirk, really looks at him, and just like Jim in Mirror, Mirror he’s just so??? fascinated by Kirk’s beard, so obviously mirror!Kirk notices and just, you know, winks seductively at Spock and asks

“Wanna see what a real man looks like, sweetheart?”

And Spock Prime is just illogicaling all over the place and Jim is SO jealous and basically thank Surak for Scotty who beams them back to their universe because Jim was about to get into a fist fight with his fascinating bearded self

The party scene in Perks of Being Wallflower with Bev as Patrick, calling Charlie who is Eddie a wallflower, and then Richie as Sam. (Honestly anything in Perks of Being a Wallflower with the Losers Club gives me life)

Bev: Everyone, raise your glasses to Eddie.

Eddie: *Baked like a cake* What did I do?

Bev: You didn’t do anything, we just wanna toast our new friend. You see things, and you understand, you’re a wallflower.

Eddie: *looks down sadly*

Bev: What is it? What’s Wrong?

Eddie: I didn’t think anyone noticed me.

Bev: Well we didn’t think there was anyone cool left to meet. So, come on, everyone. *Raises glass* To Eddie.

Richie: *Walks over and bends down in front of Eddie* Welcome to the Losers Club.

Slow Burn - Part 5 (Final)

Pairing: firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,177

Summary: The reader is reluctantly setup on a blind date and it doesn’t go as planned. Is there an instant spark or is it a slow burn?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

“Damn. You look good, baby. As always.” Dean compliments strolling into your room.

You wink at him and walk over to your ridiculously large jewelry box.

“I just need to put on some jewelry and my heels then we can go.”

Dean nods his head and walks over to where you are. He’s so nosey.

“Hmmm.” You hum looking through everything.

“So many choices.” Dean makes fun of you.

“Shut up.” You say while putting on a silver Michael Kors bracelet.

“This would match…if you want.” Dean holds out his ring.

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The novel containing the second Shiratorizawa chapter just came out, as does my translation! Disclaimer, neither Japanese nor English are my native languages, I’m not super good at Japanese, but I did manage to read and understand this whole thing, so I think I give you the full story with this translation! Little things like Tendo and Ushijima’s endearing speaking quirks aren’t really translateable, but other than that! This is a really sweet story I hope all Shiratorizawa fans will enjoy.

Please buy the novel if you read this!


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Former Best Friend. Archie x Reader

Archie x Reader (Ft Jughead and Reggie) 

brief summary: the reader grew up with Archie and the gang and when he stopped talking to Jughead he left the reader behind too. She doesn’t take it as well as Jughead. Maybe a part two if you want.

Warnings: cussing and slight angst!

word count: 491

A/N this is my first ever fanfic so let me know if you see any mistakes or wanna make any suggestions/critics. you can request anytime! I’ll try to post everyday! i hope you enjoy.


You’re were walking down the hallway with your head down and earbuds in. Not paying attention to the world around as you walked through the hallways. Your only friend Jughead Jones was back talking to his teacher about a grade she gave him on a paper so it was the one time he wasn’t with you. You were lost in song when suddenly you ran into a hard surface.

“Watch where you’re going will ya!” you snap up turning to look at who bumped in and rolled your eyes when you noticed the one and only Reggie Mantle.

“Sorry hot stuff guess I need to pay more attention,” he smirked.

“Do everyone that favor and you’ll be set for life,” you turn you walk away when he stops you again.

“Listen what do you say I take you out sometime? Huh? I can pay attention to you and all your-”

“Mantle leave the poor girl alone”

You notice your former ginger best friend walk up and pat Reggie’s shoulder. Reggie shrugs and winks at you “I’ll see you later.”

You roll your eyes once again as he walks away and tuck your hair behind your hair. “Hey y/n are you okay,” the ginger asks. You cough up a sarcastic laugh and look to see if he’s serious. “Oh my god you’re serious aren’t you? You are really asking,” you look at him in disbelief.

“Well yeah you were my best-” you cut him off. “See i’m gonna stop you right there Archie. I WAS your best friend and you know who else was? Juggie. We all were three peas in a pod but once high school started you couldn’t be bother with us.” Archie shakes his head “No! It’s not like that!”

“Then what is it Archie? Why did you disappear into fucking thin air?” you ask waiting for his answer, but all he does is sigh. “I guess i just got busy,” he looks down. “Busy huh,” the tears form in your eyes, “See, I couldn’t imagine being busy enough to lose you and Juggie.” Just then your raven haired friend comes walking down the hallway. “God where on Earth do these teachers get their degrees? I just wanna know cause that paper was worth way more than a B,” he cuts himself off when he notices the tension, “woah, what’s going on here?” “Nothing, Archie was just leaving”

“Y/N I’m-” “you were just leaving” you snap cutting him off. He looks at Jughead who gives him an look “Just go Andrews. We can sit down and talk later” he compromises with everyone. Archie sighs and walks away. He’s heartbroken he hurt you that was never his intention. He thought you’d be okay with Jughead.

You lean into Jughead and sigh letting a couple tears fall. “I think we could go for some pops,” Jughead suggest rubbing your back. You chuckle softly and agree. “Alright Jug let’s go.”

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