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Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: slight language and some suggestive content


You walked sleepily towards the kitchen to grab a bottle of water or maybe make some coffee, you’d make up your mind when you got there. You ran your hand through your hair, tousling it further.

Yawning, you stepped into the kitchen, the tile sending a shock through you, cold against your bare feet.

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Seven Days With Bangtan | Jungkook


Pairings: (Jungkook/Reader)

Genre: Smut

Words: 2,564

Tags: College AU


Wednesday.

You smile as you open your front door, watching as Jungkook stood there, looking around before quickly turning to you. “Hey” Jungkook said with a small smile.

“Hi”  You responded, there was a couple of minutes of silence. Just the two of you standing there, smiling at each other.  But it didn’t feel awkward, it was a comfortable silence.

“Uh, Come on in”  You say as you open the door wider, gesturing for him to pass through. “I was thinking we could watch a movie tonight”  You say as you close it behind him.

Walking towards the living room where you had set up your DVD player, a bunch of movies on display.  "My roommates should be coming home from their trip tomorrow at night"  You say, moving your hands around.

Honestly this felt weird.  Having a boy over with no one else in the house,you haven’t done something like this since high school. Not that you minded, you just didn’t know how to act around the captain of the baseball team. Especially, since he was the one that had asked you out.

“That’s fine with me” Jungkook said as he slips off his jacket. “Do you want some popcorn?” You ask him as you point your thumb towards the kitchen, “I was just about to make some”

“Why don’t you just pick a movie and I’ll be right back”  You say, watching him nod as you walk to your kitchen.  You let out a deep breath as you walk towards the popcorn package that you had put on the counter.

You tap your fingertips on the counter as you watch the microwave count down.  You look back into the living room, watching as Jungkook bends down, to your movie collection underneath the television.

You watch him bend down, giving you the perfect view of his famous ass. You suddenly jump at the sound of the microwave beeping very loudly snapped you out, before you went on full pervert and started undressing him with your eyes.

You pour the hot popcorn into an empty bowl, taking a deep breath in as you walk back into the living room. “Find anything good?” You ask him, setting the bowl down on the glass coffee table.

“Yeah, You okay with this one?” Jungkook asks, showing you three DVDs. You smile as you look at his selection, he had good taste too. “Pick one”

You think for a second before you point to the one you hadn’t seen in a while. You don’t remember all of the details of the movie so maybe it was time to refresh your memory. “That one”

He smiles before turning around to put the DVD in. Once again you found yourself staring at his behind. How the hell am I going to get through this night?, You thought to yourself as you take a sit on the couch.

You watch him press play, before he made his way closer to you. Jungkook sits next to you, both of your thighs rubbing against each other. You watch as Jungkook leans forward, grabbing the the bowl of popcorn before settling it in his lap.

You were sure his thigh was touching yours, but when he acted as if he didn’t know you took it as a sign that he didn’t mind. So when your thighs rub against each other, you take another deep breath.

Jungkook glances at you from the corner of his eyes, he smiles slightly as he notices your red cheeks. Popping another piece of popcorn in his mouth. You watch as he turns slightly towards, pushing the bowl of popcorn closer to you.

You smile as you feel him putting his hand around your shoulder. You don’t dare move your eyes away from the television screen. His arm is warm around your shoulder and you felt all giddy inside. You take a handful of popcorn and shove it into your mouth. Maybe not the most lady like thing you could have done, but with how nervous you were feeling that was the last thing on your mind at the moment.

Jungkook laughs at the funny scene on the bright screen, his arm tightening around you. You feel yourself getting closer to him, you could feel his heart beating slightly faster.

“This is a really good movie” Jungkook mumbled to himself, turning slightly to you. You could feel his hot breath against your cheek when he did. He was so close that when you turned to look at him your lips met his.

Your eyes stayed opened, looking into Jungkook’s shocked ones. His lips felt soft - you had a feeling that they would have. You’re the first one to pull away, clearing your throat as you felt yourself judge. “Uh…” You say, the sound of your voice filling the empty room.

“Well.. That was unexpected” You say as you try to laugh it off. It was the most awkward moment you had felt since before puberty happened. You cover your face, willing your red cheeks to disappear quickly.

You barely felt the tug on your wrists. When your hands were out of the way, you felt Jungkook’s fingertips hold your chin in place before you felt the same softness as before.

His lips are on yours. Jungkook was kissing you. The boy that has been your crush since the beginning of your freshman year in college was kissing you and this time it was not an accident. You feel your body melting at the kiss, sighing as you felt his hand cup your cheek, deepening the kiss.

You both suddenly pull away breathless, both of your cheeks warm and red. Jungkook looked like the shy boy you knew him to be around girls. Although when he initiated that second kiss you knew he had his confident side as well. You wanted to explore that side more.

“Sorry” Jungkook mumbles under his breath as he pulls away completely, he didn’t know what got into him. It was as if suddenly you were a magnet and he as metal, it felt as if something was pulling you to each other. He wanted to do it again.

You watch as Jungkook folds his hands on his lap. His eyes looking anywhere but at you. You watch as the shy Jungkook appears once again. You look at the side of his face, watching how the light from the still playing screen made his jaw look sharper.

You wanted to kiss him again. But how do you initiate something like that? Knowing yourself you would probably fuck it up, even something as simple as this.

Your heart was still beating so fast against your chest when you looked at him again. “No, it’s fine” you mumble so low you would think he barely heard it. You watch as Jungkook’s head snaps towards you, “What?” he asks.

You feel your cheeks go slightly red, “I mean, I didn’t really mind” You say looking towards the television screen. You felt nervous just continuing this conversation, you hug both your arms to your body as you feel yourself tremble.

“I wouldn’t mind if you did it again too” You say, letting out a shaky breath. You look up at him from the corner of your eye.

Jungkook bites his bottom lip as he turns towards you. Smiling to himself, he reaches forward and cups both of your cheeks in his hands. “Is this okay?” Jungkook asks as he mushes your cheeks together.

“Can I do it again?” Jungkook asks, he was so close his nose was brushing against yours. You nod your head, as you try to stop your body from trembling in nervousness.

You feel his lips on yours in a instance. Jungkook sighs into the kiss as he wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his chest.

Your hands were still folded in your lap, you couldn’t move afraid that this was all just a dream. But you wanted to touch him as well, so with shaky hands you reach for his chest.

Feeling his fast heart beat beneath your hands as he held you closer. You kneel forward, your lips never leaving his. You pull away as you straddle him, feeling his hands go underneath your shirt.

“Is this okay with you?” Jungkook asks as you straddle his waist, why was he asking that you had no idea. But still you went with it.
“It’s okay” you say back as you lower your lips to his exposed neck. You hear him groan when your lips make contact with the sweet spot just under his ear.

The now forgotten movie playing in the background, the dim light make all of his features seem sharper than what they really are. You lean down, your forehead leaning against his. Your lips were all tingly, as if electricity had been exchanged in that kiss.

You feel his hands underneath your shirt go higher up, shuddering as they reach the clasp of your bra. “Was that too much?” He asks.

You can’t help but snort as you laugh, as unattractive as you look, the way he asks if you’re okay every second was the sweetest thing you had ever seen. Jungkook as acting like a gentleman, not a side he showed a lot of people.

“What? Why are you laughing?” Jungkook asks, frowning as he looks up at you. He was still trying to figure out what had been so funny in a moment like this when he felt your lips on his, groaning as you bite his lip.

You pull a little as you grind on top of his clothed member. “Nothing” you whisper as you feel his lips attack your neck, sucking and biting in all the right places. Pulling away only to take off your shirt.

As soon as you threw it across the room, Jungkook pulled down the loose bra his mouth instantly covering one of your nipples. You moan as you feel him pull with his teeth, the feeling sending shiver up your spine.

Your hands quickly going to the buttons on his shirt, ripping it open. You could hear the buttons landing across the room, but at the moment you’re attention was on how Jungkook’s chest moved rapidly as he thrusts his hips up. You could feel how desperate he was against his jeans.

“Take them off” You gesture to his pants, standing up again as you took off your own jeans. You slowly hook your thumbs on the side of your jeans, the older boy’s eyes never leaving your hips as the moved side to side.

Jungkook stands up suddenly as you throw your jeans across the room, his hands quickly pulling down his jeans, almost tripping when it got stuck on his shoes. You laugh as you watch him scramble about as he kicked off his shoes. “Having some trouble there?” you ask him.

“Nope” he says as he walks towards you with a serious expression, “None at all” His hands grip onto your hips, pulling you flush against his chest, “Can I ?” he asks as he stares into your eyes.

You gulp as you feel his warmth breath against your face, you nod slightly feeling his hands underneath your ass. You wrap you legs around his waist as he picks you up. He kisses your lips, biting as he pulled away.

You felt yourself fall backwards on the comfy sofa, smiling as you see him crawl up with lustful eyes. His hand brushing up against you, his hand rubbing against your soaked panties.

Jungkook pushes the pink lace to the side, pushing in a finger into you his gaze never leaving yours. You let out a little moan as he pushes past the knuckle. You yelp at the sudden intrusion.

Jungkook chuckles as he pushed in another. “Is this okay?” he asks as he leans down over you, “Or do you want me to stop?” he mumbles against your lips.

You shake your head, leaning up and feeling his wet and soft lips against yours. He pushes his underwear down his hips, his own hand moving up and down your length as he rubbed it against your clothed heat.

You whine with anticipation as you pull him closer. You feel him pull your underwear down your hips and down your thighs. It was still hanging around your ankle when you felt him push into you.

Jungkook’s breathing quickens as he feels your warm walls hug him. Moaning, he takes a moment to get used to the feeling before he started moving. As Jungkook thrusts into you, his hand on your breast as he moves in and out of you.

Jungkook moans in pleasure as he feels your nails dragging down his back. “Keep doing that?” he says as his pace becomes faster, harder.

“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good” Jungkook moans louder as he pushes in deeper into you. Your hand in his hair, making him groan as you tug his head back. “Fuck” You hear his breathless voice say, as you kiss his now exposed neck.

You suddenly feel Jungkook pulling out of you, gesturing with his hands for you to stand up. When you stand in front of him, Jungkook grabs your hips, turning you around before you felt him push you against the sofa. You fall forward, your upper body drawn over the back of the couch.

Jungkook kneels behind you, he loved the view he got of your ass in the air. He lines up his member with your heat, biting his lips as he watch you drip. A deep groan escaping from the back of his throat as he slowly slid into you. “Oh fuck”

“You’re doing so good” He moans, laying his chest against your back. There was something about having him praise all of your movements that just turned you on even more.

The room was filled with moans, along with the sound of skin slapping against skin and for a moment Jungkook forgets how to speak as he feels your wet walls around him, his hands tightening around your hips.

His thrusts quicken every second, the feeling of your stomach tightening, your orgasm was building up with every movement that he made. His hand made contact with the side of your thigh. The stinging feeling only making you more turned on than what you already were.

“I’m gonna cum” Jungkook moans as he grabs onto your hair, pulling you back into his chest. He grunted out as his thrusting became sloppier, his hips jerking as he finally felt himself let go. His stomach tightening as he feels himself let go completely as he gasps for air.

The sound of gasping fills the almost silent room. The movie still playing in the background. You feel Jungkook pull out of you with a groan, wrapping his hand around his member, he finishes cumming in his hand. You stand up on wobbly legs as you look up at Jungkook, watching the boy take deep breaths.

He sat down on the sofa once again, pulling you to sit on his lap. when you lay your head on his chest, his heartbeat was like a lullaby. Your eyelids felt heavy as you feel his arms around you, pulling you closer.

Jungkook looked at the tired girl on top of him, smiling as he watches her flushed cheeks, he whispers, “God, you’re beautiful”


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Alarms In The Heart (Damian Wayne x Reader)

A/N: Have some Damian! There’s been a constant flow of nothing but Jason lately, so have some Damian to balance it out! I hope you like it! I wanted to give you guys some fluff to apologize for all the angst in The Joyride.

Warnings: None

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Your breath hitched in your throat as Damian passed you swiftly in the hall. You hated yourself for the feelings that you harbored for him. He was your best friend, and you were sure he saw you as nothing more. Yet you couldn’t stop your heart from racing every time you were near him, or the strange giddiness that afflicted you in his presence.

You sighed lightly and continued on your way downstairs, a book in hand. You reached the living room, finding that the fireplace was lit, casting a warm orange glow across the room.

The pitter-patter of the rain outside was calming, and merged pleasantly with the crackling fire.

You settled into the far end of one of the long, forest green couches that surrounded the dark mahogany coffee table, nestling nicely into the corner where the cushions met the armrests, curling up and leaning into the back cushions. You opened your book and began to read, soon enough becoming enthralled in the story.

You’d been reading comfortably for about half an hour when you felt the cushions sink next to you and saw a figure from over the top of your book. Reluctantly, you looked up from the paged to see Damian sitting cross legged in front of you, waiting for you to notice him.

“Hi, Damian,” you greeted him pleasantly, giving a small smile and allowing the book to rest on your knees, trying to ignore your racing heart and the blush rising to your cheeks.

“Hello, (Y/N),” he returned, leaning back on his hands. “I’m bored. What are you reading?”

“It’s called Austerlitz, it’s really good,” you answered, picking up the book and showing him the front cover.

“Looks interesting,” he commented, obviously still bored. “Want to watch a movie? I’d say we could go out into the gardens and look for birds but Alfred won’t allow me outside in this weather.”

You nodded, smile growing slightly. “That sounds fun! What should we watch?”

“Grayson showed me a movie, but I can’t remember the title. It’s the one about the kaiju that come from the portal in the sea. The one we made fun of in the theatre?” Damian scrunched his nose up, trying to recall the name of the film.

“Oh! Pacific Rim? That one sounds good! Will Dick let us borrow it, though?” You cocked your head the the side and furrowed your brow.

“Who said he has to let us borrow it?” Damian asked with a mischievous smile.

You giggled in response, covering your mouth with your hand as you laughed. You could feel your face heating up and that damned giddiness bubbling up at that stupid smirk.

“Come on,” he prompted, grabbing your hand and pulling you off the couch.

Your blush intensified at the contact, and you couldn’t keep from noticing how warm his hand was on yours, and how his skin was rough and calloused, but his touch still gentle.

He led you up the stairs by the hand and through the long hallways of the manor, your footfalls soft against the dark hardwood floors. You reached the door to Dick’s room and Damian shushed you quietly before cracking open the door to see if anyone was inside.

To your luck, it was empty.

Damian turned around and began giving you instruction on what to do if Dick was to show up. “Distract him. Say you were trying to find him and…” Damian paused for a minute, biting his lip in thought.

“I need help with homework?” you suggested.

“Perfect,” Damian replied, wearing the same devilish smirk as before. “When I’m ready to come out I’m going to tap the door twice. If it’s all clear, repeat the two taps.” With that, he turned and entered the room, shutting the door behind him.

You stood watch outside the door, making sure Dick didn’t find Damian smuggling a DVD out of his room, smiling to yourself at Damian’s unnecessary signalling system.

A couple minutes later you heard two soft thunks from the other side of the door. You tapped your fingers gently against the wood and Damian quietly exited the room.

“Got it?” you asked as Damian checked across the hall to make sure that Dick hadn’t seen him leaving the room.

He grinned, pulling the DVD out from under his shirt and began to lead you back down into the living room.

On the way down the stairs, you tripped a few steps above the landing, and your breath caught as you were pitched forward, sending you and Damian tumbling down the last few steps.

It happened so fast you could barely process it, but Damian had far more training than you, and you felt him pull you into him as you fell, his arms wrapping tightly around you.

He landed on his back, making sure you received none of the impact. He groaned slightly when he hit the bottom, his arms still wrapped tightly around you.

You were blushing furiously. Your head was pressed against his chest and your legs were tangled together. When his hold around you finally loosened, you rolled off of him and sat up.

“Are you alright, bel- (Y/N)?” Damian asked, sitting up and moving over to you, scanning your face intently for bruises.

You nodded, casting your glance to the side as your cheeks heated up, trying to avoid meeting Damian’s concerned gaze. “I’m fine. I’m sorry I made us fall.”

“It’s fine.” He dismissed your mess-up uncharacteristically quickly. Usually he was one to hold a grudge, but he never seemed to be that way with you.

He helped you to your feet and you both went to the living room to watch the movie.

You turned the television system on and Damian put the DVD in the disc tray, pressing a few buttons to set up the DVD player.

Damian returned to the couch as the film began to play, settling down right next to you.

Your shoulders brushed together and you blushed for what seemed like the millionth time that day. Seemingly out of the blue, you felt Damian’s wrist against your forehead.

“Are you sick? You’ve been flushed all morning,” Damian inquired, once again giving you that concerned look.

“I’m not sick, Dami,” you told him, giving a small laugh. Your heart swelled at how concerned he was for you, but you reminded yourself that his actions were merely out of friendship.

“Alright,” Damian said, though he didn’t quite seem convinced.


As the movie played, Damian couldn’t help but find himself looking over at you constantly. It disappointed him greatly that you most likely didn’t reciprocate his feelings for you, and it disappointed him even more that you seemed completely oblivious to just how much he cared for you.

Somewhere in his mind, he had the urge to kiss you, right then and there, but he ignored this urge. He valued your companionship too much to ruin your friendship.

It was nearing the end of the movie, and he could tell you were getting sleepy.

Your head would fall slightly to one side before you shifted it back up and rubbed your eyes. He reminded himself to get you to take a nap once the movie was done before turning his attention back to the screen.

It wasn’t even a minute later when he felt a light pressure on his shoulder. He glanced to the side to see your head resting upon his shoulder, your eyes shut and your mouth parted. He gave the smallest of smiles and he could feel his heartbeat pick up pace.

He wanted to slap himself for the illogical nature of these feelings. Like he’d told himself before, the odds of you ever reciprocating them were slim to none.


You weren’t sure when you had fallen asleep, but you woke up drowsily, your head resting comfortably against- Oh. Oh dear.

You noticed that the movie was over, and that the television had turned off. A quick glance to the wall clock told you that you’d been asleep for maybe half an hour. How long had the movie been over? How long had Damian been sitting with nothing to do?

You looked up to his face as best you could from your position without moving your head too much.

His eyes were open, and his eyes travelled around the room, probably searching for something to end his boredom.

You sat up, drawing Damian’s attention, and looked down at your crossed legs. “I- uh- Sorry.” You muttered your apology. “I should probably- uh- go. I have some homework to do.”

“Y-yes. Father probably wants me to be training right now anyway. I-I’ll see you later,” he responded, standing quickly and walking away.

You sighed. It was nice while it lasted.

Damian made his way down to the cave and changed into his Robin uniform. Dick, Bruce and Tim were all there, Tim and Bruce at the console and Dick training with his escrima.

Damian drew his sword and warmed up a bit on a sparring dummy, trying to get his focus to shift away from his feelings for you, even if it was just for a little while. Despite his best efforts, his thoughts gravitated towards the topic, and soon it was all he was thinking about as he attacked the dummy relentlessly.

He had been training intensely, lost deep in his thoughts. His perception of time had apparently slipped away, because you entered the cave, carrying a platter, saying that you and Alfred had made them lunch. He could have sworn it was still only ten-o’clock that morning, but when he looked at the time on the Batcomputer it was the afternoon.

He sheathed his sword and made his way over to you, his heart pounding at the thought of what he was about to do.


You set the tray down on the table, starting to set out the food. You had just finished pouring lemonade for Dick when you saw Damian quickly approaching, a look on his face that you couldn’t read.

“Hey, Dami, I brought you guys some-”

You stopped mid sentence as Damian grabbed your hand and led you off into a secluded area of the cave.

When he stopped walking he moved to face you, his expression still unreadable to you.

“Dami?” you asked softly, looking up at him in curiosity, noticing that he hadn’t let your hand go.

He didn’t respond, his free hand moving to cup the side of your face.

“Damian what are you-”

Suddenly his lips were on yours.

You were shocked for a moment, but you kissed back, finding his lips surprisingly soft.

The kiss was chaste, and it was over sooner than you would have liked, although you were still having trouble processing that it had happened at all.

“I have wanted to do that for a very long time,” Damian said airily.

You stared up at him, still having trouble finding the words to say anything. “C-Can I kiss you again?”

Damian nodded, leaning down once again, and allowing his lips to brush against yours, his arms wrapping around your waist this time.

Your hands went to his shoulders and you stood on your toes. Maybe your odds were better than you had thought.

platonic? | jughead jones x reader

Originally posted by mallverine

prompt: 7-“you make a good pillow” & 22-“you’re the only one I can trust”

you knock nervously on the front door of the andrews house, jughead had asked you to come over for a movie night and you weren’t sure to take it as a date or a purely platonic hangout.

sure you and jughead were close, but so was betty. the three of you worked long after school hours in the blue and gold office and often afterwards jughead would take you to pops and would always try and treat you but you always happily got the check.

the poor boy was homeless for god sakes, the least i could do was pay for some burgers and fries. you find yourself fiddling with your fingers when the door swings opening revealing one red headed archie andrews

“hey arch” you chirp as he greets you dragging you inside the small house, you spot archies dad in his study and you give him a curt wave “hey fred!” he gives me a small smile waving back before archie pushes me into the living room

you collide with a body and wince pulling back “my bad” you don’t even have to look up to know it was jughead, “glad you made it (y/n)” he smiles moving around you and into the kitchen

“are you blushing?!” you jump at the voices glancing to see your three friends, veronica, kevin & betty. “god you scared me!” you exclaim holding your hand on your heart

platonic hangout it was.

“did the boys not tell you?” betty asks giggling away “i didn’t really ask” i admit feeling a little stupid to think it’d just be the three of us, of course the others were going to be there.

moving toward the couch attempting to sit down in the empty spot next to veronica when your stopped “sorry im saving it for arch-he’ll be upset if he can’t sit next to me” she pouts.

a sign falls from your mouth, glancing to betty who’s curled up with kevin talking about god knows what on the other couch a space open next to her, you move toward it but betty stretches her legs out.

“oh come on!” you groan frustrated “you can sit next to your loverrrr” veronica purs dragging out the ‘r’

“he’s not my lover v!” you argue “who’s not?” eyes widening in sock as jughead walks into the room plopping himself down on the couch with a packet of raspberry twizzlers.

“no one” you mutter sighing to yourself, “(y/n) it’s your turn to pick a movie” archie announces as he moves to his seat next to veronica the raven haired girl snuggling into his chest.

“i hate choosing” you complain flicking through the movies before finally choosing one and let it play “you going to sit down or?” kevin teases.

turning to see only one vacant spot, in between the two boys themselves. swallowing your nervousness you sit yourself down between them making sure not to get too close to the brunette boy.

he laughs to himself and extends the candy out to you, taking a few from the bunch nibbling on them “what’d you choose?” jughead asks stuffing his mouth with candy.

“the day after tomorrow- it’s one of my favourites” i catch jughead smiling at me in the corner of my eye, “what?” i question giggling.

“nothing” he replies nestling into the couch as the movie begins, i notice veronica exchanges words with archie as he slowly moves closer to me, almost as if he was trying to push me toward jughead, 

oh my god what a little shit.

“stop wiggling for the love of god andrews!” i complain resting my head against the back of the couch

“your hogging the couch!” he exclaims making us at the raven haired go “could you maybe move over?” veronica asks batting her eyelashes at me

“i won’t bite i promise” jughead whispers to me, a chill running down my spine, i move closer to the boy our legs brushing each other’s.

i feel tense, not paying any attention to the movie and only to the contact between the raven haired boy & i. a few minutes pass before i notice jughead moving his arm behind me, subtle.

i suck in a breathe as he drapes his arm around my shoulder pulling me slightly into him “your so tense” he whispers chuckling, making sure that no one else could hear our conversation.

“im a little nervous” i reply, swallowing my fear and focusing to hard on the tv infront of us. “c'mere” he mumbles pulling my into his body my head on his chest

“you make a good pillow” i utter feeling his chest shake underneath me “you make a good blanket" he whisper back tightening his grip around me.

i could barley focus on what was happening in the movie, my whole body was on fire from the boys touch and i didn’t know how much longer i could sit still for until the others start moving off the couch.

i notice that the movies finished and move away from jughead stretching out my limbs letting out a slight yawn as everyone started to head home

“well i better head off” betty announces kevin standing with her “yeah sounds like a plan- arch could you take me home” the raven haired girl purs placing a hand on his chest.

“sure- (y/n) your staying for another movie right?” i shrug my shoulders “i guess i could stick around for another one” he smiles and grabs his keys whispering something to the raven haired boy before exiting the house.

leaving you and jughead alone, “what should we watch?” he hums flicking through netflix and he finds his spot next to me, a wav of confidence washes over me as i lay myself down my head snuggled into his chest.

he tenses at the touch then relaxes under my touch, his heart hammering in his chest “anything i don’t mind” i mumble moving myself around to get comfortable

he’s arm slips from the couch to my waist drawing small shapes in a calming manner, he mumbles something under his breathe as he aimlessly flicks through the movie selection.

you moved off his chest sitting up, “jug” you sigh gaining his undivided attention “are we platonic” you blurt looking him in the eyes.

his adams apple bobs as he swallows “do you want to be?” he asks worry evident in his eyes “no” you whisper back lowly

“good” he leans forward and presses his lips to yours in a sweet tender embrace, you kiss back your hands finding the back of his neck and his found your waist

you were tugged onto his lap, grinding softly into his hips and you continue to make out on the andrews couch. you break apart grinning from ear to ear “baby” he mumbles stopping your hips from the torture

“juggie” i sing song as we rejoin our lips once more turning into a heated make out session until the sound of clapping springs us apart

jughead bolts up letting me slip from his grasp landing flat on my ass. i wince and cuss as archie makes himself visible a smirk clear on his face

jughead rushes toward me offering me a hand up “oh my good (y/n) im so sorry” i stick my hand up shaking my head getting myself off the ground rubbing my hand over my tender ass cheeks.

“smooth” archie chuckles and i turn glaring at him “it’s your fault” i whine crossing my arms across my chest.

he backs away slowly and disappears up the stairs “ow” i complain feeling a hot breathe against my neck “jug” i complain as he places a kiss on my neck

“let me make it up to you” he begs continuing to kiss your neck tenderly earning quite whimpers from your lips “fine” you mutter turning to face him as he plants his lips on yours

and let’s just say, he sure did make it up to you.

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Newly renovated, spacious yet cozy home is perfect for 3-4 sims. Outfitted with a boho inspired kitchen, perfect for the foodie sim, and a small, sleek office for the more studious family members. 

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Download:
Origin ID - TheSimkea

Walls have been removed in order to upload the apartment as a whole, those will simply need to be replaced. Make sure to turn on MOO before placing, otherwise some items may be lost.

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Requirements:
City Living, Get Together, Kids Room Stuff, Get To Work, Vintage Glamour, Vampires, Movie Hangout, Dine Out, Cool Kitchen, Spa Day, Luxury Party, Backyard Stuff, Outdoor Retreat.

Remember, you can always replace missing items with ones from packs you do own.


EDIT/UPDATE: I am a stupid, and did not play test this before uploading. The office furniture is not all functional, and some items need to be moved around. I think everything else should work fine.

Harry Styles - “Confessions” Part Six

I am back to … kill you? Read on to find out!!

Thank you @lovingstyles87 for the inspiration and ideas!

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Seven


Harry felt it, he knew things weren’t the same. The two of you returned to your home in London but it just wasn’t the same anymore. He sensed the way you would recoil a bit when he would touch you. He would walk up behind you while you did the dishes to pull you into his arms and you would use some excuse like you needed something from the other counter, or were finished, just to move out of his arms. 

He knew it wouldn’t be easy to get back to what the two of you used to have but some days you wouldn’t even look him in the eye. The kisses were short, the touches brief and the sex was non-existent. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t love him, you truly did, it was simply that every time he touched you or every time that you felt his lips on yours all you could picture was her. Now that you had a face to add to her after meeting her, it was easier to see the two of them together. Even though they hadn’t made a child together, they still had sex and you kept seeing it. You would fall asleep beside Harry and as soon as your eyes were shut it was there in your mind. 

You wanted to talk to Harry about this, you knew you should open up to him about how you were feeling but what could you say? ‘Oh hey, I still imagine you fucking that chick every time you touch me so that’s why I move away from you all the time.’? You just didn’t see that going well so you simply just tried to push all of those thoughts away. 

It was late one night, the two of you had been watching a movie when he slid closer to you and his lips found your neck. You tried so hard to lean into his touch, to let the sensation of his lips encompass you and take away all of those thoughts but as his large ringed hand rested on your thigh and slowly started to work it’s way up, you couldn’t do it. 

“I can’t, I can’t I’m sorry.” You breath and push him away before standing up. 

“What’sa matteh, love?” Harry questions, frowning up at you. You hated seeing that concerned look in those gorgeous green eyes so you shake your head and look away. “Love?” He stands then but you take a step back. You will the tears away and turn away from him. 

“I don’t know if we should have done this, Harry.” You whisper then, bringing your hand up to your mouth as your vision begins to swim and your chest begins to constrict. 

“Done wha’?” Harry’s voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as he asks this even though you could tell from the catch in his throat that he knew what you were referring to. “Will you jus’ look at me, please?” But you couldn’t, you couldn’t see that brokenhearted face that you had seen so much over the last couple of months. 

“I thought that maybe I could move past it, that maybe we could make this work but all I ever see when I look at you or when you touch me is her. I see you with her and it kills me every time.” You hang your head then, your hair falling in your face as a couple of tears finally slide down your cheeks. You ignore the warm tracks they leave and take in a deep breath, trying to steady the shuddering in your chest. 

“Don’ do this, love, please.” Harry moves over to stand behind you and lifts one of his hands, hesitant to touch you because he didn’t want you to recoil or get even more angry with him but he was aching to hold you in his arms, to wipe away the tears he knew were falling even without having to see your face. His chest felt tight knowing that once again, he had caused this. He did this to you, to himself but he also thought they were getting better, a little bit at least. 

“I think you should go, Harry.” You turn then, looking up into his shining green eyes. He had a furrow in his brow, a deep crease formed between them. “This was a mistake.” He stares at you for a few seconds, his chest beginning to heave but then instead of sadness or heartbreak, he felt the first sense of anger well up instead. 

“Okay,” He says quietly, taking a deep breath to contain his emotions. “I ge’ tha’ I messed up, bu’ I’ve done everythin’ I can to make up for it! I don’ know wha’ more I can do to make you see tha’ I love you, tha’ you were my life. Wha’ can I do to show you tha’?” His voice was steadily raising, the tears turning cold and angry on his cheeks as they fell. 

“Harry,” You start but it seems now that he had started, he wasn’t going to stop until he had said everything that he needed to. 

“I don’ know what more I can do. I’ve given you space, I’ve given you time. I haven’ pushed you to sleep with me. I even gave you the choice of me stayin’ somewhere else when we go’ back to London but you asked me to stay here!” You say nothing, knowing he had a point. He had driven you here from the airport with the intention of going to stay with his sister until he found somewhere else because he didn’t want to crowd or rush you but you had pulled him inside and asked him to say. “I gave you even more space and slept in the guest room bu’ you also came to me in there. Why? Why do all of tha’, why would you ask me to come back to our bedroom if you fel’ like this?” 

“I was hoping it would make me change my mind. I was hoping having you close again would make those thoughts go away. I love you, I’m in love with you, but I can’t help how I feel, Harry!” You yell back but the tears continue to flow down your cheeks. You watch as Harry shakes his head, his eyes full of disappointment and slight confusion, clearly conflicted on what the next step of this conversation should be. 

“Maybe we le’ this go on for too long.” He says this so quietly and his face changes. It crumbles as he comes to that realization. “If you can’ forgive me, I don’ know if I can keep tryin’.” He watches as more tears fall down your cheeks so he pulls you into his arms and holds you close as you bury your face in his chest and let out a sob. He kisses the top of your head, tears falling down his own cheeks. 

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, pulling back. He gives a small smile followed by a nod. “I don’t know if I actually want you to go. Maybe I just need more time.” You suggest but you see that he has clearly already made up his mind as he gives you a concerned look. He blinks a couple of times, trying to clear his eyes of tears and then releases you, stepping back. 

“I’ll be cliche here and jus’ say tha’ I’ll always love you, Y/N.” You watch, helplessly frozen to your spot, as he backs towards the door. “I’m truly sorry that I ruined us like this. I hope you find someone who won’ do this and hur’ you like I did.” Your face furrows in a deep frown followed by a sob making it’s way up and out of your chest. 

“I love you, Harry.” You whisper, giving him what you hoped looked like a smile but as more tears fell down your cheeks and another sob came out, you knew it probably didn’t come out that way. 

“Goodbye, Y/N.” With that he turns and you hear the front door open and then shut with a click a few seconds later. It was when you heard his Range Rover start in the driveway that it clicked that he was about to leave for good and that no matter what you felt towards the cheating, this hurt more. You would work harder on forgiving him, you just needed more time but he was about to leave, and it would be forever. 

“Harry!” You yell then and finally are able to rush towards the door. As you yank it open and run out across the porch, he was already backing out of the driveway. “Harry, don’t go!” But he gives you a sad look and a shake of his head and then he was gone. “Please.” You sob, falling to sit on the top step of the porch with your face in your hands.

This was it. He really was gone now and there was no going back. Harry was gone and out of your life.

bring that fire, babe (tom holland imagine/oneshot)

a/n: based on “kiss me”by olly murs.

I got this idea when Tom was asked to sing electricity in that one interview with Peter Travers (?) and he got all shy and flustered. I know he doesn’t sing in public anymore (unless bribed with popcorn ;)) but I liked imagining him liking someone so much he would force himself to get over that fear and sing anyways.

ALL FLUFF.

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If you guys wanna send me requests, please feel free!

xx NK

p.s. thank you for all the support on my other imagines. More of my stories are on my wattpad account: norcula. Masterlist also in my bio. 

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The cold wind of New York City bit into my skin as I clutched my coat closer to my body. Even with Harrison walking beside me and the rest of the Hoco gang swarming around me, I was chilled to the bone.

“Alright?”

I think I nodded when Haz asked. But I’m not too sure.

Tom turned back to look at the two of us. His eyes glazed over me for a moment before he looked to Harrison for confirmation of something. Confused, I watched his jaw clench and he turned back once again.

What’s his problem?

The gang filed in through a door one after the other as I watched Zendaya holler. Tom looked positively horrified, which was both entertaining and concerning. Haz held the door open for me and I followed behind them-only to realise why Tom had reacted the way he had.

It was a karaoke bar.

“Nope! Nope! I’m leaving! Goodbye!”

I bolted back towards the door but Haz got a hold of me. With the biggest shit eating grin, his hands moved from my shoulders to my arms as he quite literally revolved me around to face the stage.

Tom and I exchanged a look of mutual horror.

It was one of the things we had bonded over when we first met. Granted, I had barely known the guy. But he had opened up to me almost immediately. That coupled with the fact we were friends with the same people, more or less living on the set of the same movie, was it really surprise I liked him more immensely than I should have?

Zendaya’s enthusiasm broke me out of my almost panic attack. I noticed Haz’s hands were still on me and when he realised it too, he moved them away quickly.

“Who’s first?”

She had a microphone in her hand that Jacob quickly grabbed. The rest of the gang broke out into applause as we took a seat at the table closest to the stage. He bowed several times and performed a great version of “Uptown Funk”. Returning to the table, he was greeted with high-fives and “YASS bro”.

I swallowed hard.

Zendaya was next. She did what she did best-worked what little crowd there was with “Yoncé”, dishing out moves akin to Queen B herself. Everyone in that dark, dingy hole in the ground honoured her with a standing ovation worthy of the Oscars ceremony.

As one by one took a turn, sometimes offering me or Tom to take a turn first, my anxiety just got worse and worse. I turned to Tom, who looked much the same.

In the dim lighting of the bar, his hair was so many shades of dark and light, it was hard to pinpoint on any exact one. He ran a hand through it, making me question what shampoo he used because it looked so soft. His eyes raked up and down the floor as he fidgeted with his fingers. I was surprised to see myself doing almost the same thing.

When his eyes turned to me, I froze though.

Unaware of what I should do, I quickly turned away to Harrison. He was on his feet, flashing me his signature smirk. He passed me to quickly whisper something into Tom’s ear. His eyes widened. But otherwise, he didn’t react.

He looked to me once from across the table and then looked back to the stage.

What the hell is going on?

“Hello people of New York City!”

Harrison said loudly, sounding like a baseball commentator. His voice actually boomed so loud, static floated through the air nearly deafening us all.

“Sorry about that.”

He almost whispered. I laughed a little, rubbing my hands on my trousers. My foot tapped to its own accord as he leaned in a little closer to speak once more.

“Unfortunately, you shan’t be blessed with my vocals right now.”

The gang and I exchanged looks of confusion. It seemed like no one knew what the actual hell was going on.

“Instead, give it up for my best mate, Thong-ass!”

I heard myself laughing at the nickname he’d given his friend after a little incident where Tom had to be scanned for the Spider-man suit wearing just a thong, revealing most of his ass.

But I could also see Haz almost literally pull Tom from his seat at the table. Jacob helped push him forward too until he found himself standing on stage.

He stood still, looking completely scared out of his mind.

I could see his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed.

He closed his eyes and exhaled, looking like he had to do this or die trying.

Tom gripped the microphone in his hand as the opening notes began to play.

And I recognised them instantly.

“He’s…..”

I looked to my left to see Haz smirking. Dumbfounded by what was happening, Tom opened his mouth. And the room filled with a clear, accented voice singing the lyrics to one of my favourite songs of all time- “kiss me” by Olly Murs.

I was transfixed by the way he seemed to be just singing to me-making eye contact, reaching his hand out as if to touch me. I watched in awe as he not only hit every note but carried himself so well on stage it no longer surprised me that he once led a musical on the West End. He moved around effortlessly, emphasizing just where he had to and hitting that sweet high note near the end like a pro.

The song ended and I felt myself getting to my feet and clapping like a seal trapped in the body of a mad woman. At least, that’s what Haz told me later that night.

Tom looked shyly at his feet and then joined us back again. I felt myself floating towards him. But instead of offering my heartiest congratulations, I stood by and stared.

I stared because I was so wildly attracted to him.

I mean, who wouldn’t be?

He was smart and charismatic. He danced and acted and apparently sang like an angel. He was the perfect combination of humble and a narcissistic twat. That and he looked like a leading man out of a Jane Austen novel.

Even surrounded by our friends and their attention, his eyes found mine. He sidestepped to stand right in front of me-so close that I could feel his breath in my hairline. I could smell his cologne in the air between us. I could feel my heart beat like a freight train getting ready to run itself off track.

“You were great. That was a great song choice…..and uh, you were just….you were amazing.”

I managed to stutter out. Embarrassed by how tongue-tied I was, I looked up to see him licking his lips. Gone was the stuttering mess of a man who was just talking to our friends a minute ago. Now, there was this confident looking man with darkening eyes, wearing just a hint of shyness and apprehension.

“Glad you thought so. It was all for you.”

My heart quite literally stopped. Despite my instincts to fall back or run away, I looked up at him. And found not one trace of insincerity in his eyes. His fingers laced with mine as he closed the distance between us.

“If you haven’t noticed, I’ve been flirting with you-have been all year.”

I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck to lower his face to my level.

“And you’ve been shit at it.”

I teased.

“Really?”

He asked. I nodded. He smirked and pulled me so close our bodies were pressed together. Then he kissed me so hard, I thought we were both going to be knocked down. Our lips moved together until the clearing of voices and not-so-subtle sneezing and other noises caused us to separate.

Tom smiled at our friends and turned back to me to say.

“How about now?”

“S’okay. It’ll get better with practice though.”

“Yeah? You offering?”

He asked, smirking like no tomorrow. But I could see the glimmer of hope and excitement in his eyes too.

“Yeah-I am.”

(sin)ema

request: jackson smutt

author’s response: thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy!


otp(s): jackson wang x reader

genre: smut

word count: 3,012

synopsis: there’s a reason why jackson wang blushes every time he enters the cinema.


“so, this is why we’re sitting in the back?”
jackson wang stuffed his clammy, calloused hands into the confines of his pockets as he fought against the simmering heat beginning to mercilessly grip his whole fucking body. the pupils of his eyes struggled to remain trained on the wide screen several feet before him as fingers taunted the bulge fighting against the button of his pants. he was thankful for the speakers rooted in the corner of the theater, blaring distractions for everyone seated near him.

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Movie Night

It’s here! The first part of “Our Girl” is here! This is a Dean x Reader x Sam series. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam (polyamorous)
Words:  1076

A/N: This is an open series. You can request things for it at any time. It’ll probably be open for a while, so request away!
A/N: If you want tagged in anything, just let me know. :)



          “Come on, Sam!” you and Dean both yelled from where the two of you were perched in bed. You had a bowl full of a mix of snacks made into a kind of trail mix. Dean had the drinks lined up for the three of you. Sam was in charge of the milkshakes you had requested. And he was taking too long for your and Dean’s liking.

           “I’m here,” Sam laughed, walking into the room with the three milkshakes, “You two are so impatient.”

           “Well, yeah,” you grinned up at him.

           Sam put the milkshakes on the nightstand and climbed into bed next to you, “What are we watching?” he asked.

           “It was Y/N’s turn to pick,” Dean grumbled slightly.

           Sam laughed, “Which musical are we watching this time?” he asked, knowing your movie taste well.

           “Chicago,” you grinned.

           “I can live with Chicago,” Sam said.

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Re: mended hearts and many reasons why

Originally posted by nochuie

+ “You like me more than you like him/her, right? Right?”
+ “I love you, you know that right?” “Yes, but why?”
+ “That’s my ex-boyfriend/girlfriend.” “Well, kiss me so they see.”

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Words: 1054
Requested by: anon

written for my 600+ Followers Drabbles Event

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sirvinter  asked:

hello !! i love your art a lot and i was wondering if you have any advice on character design? ive never done it seriously but i have a hard time starting. do you have any tips for an absolute beginner? thank you and have a nice day !!!

Hello! Firstly, thanks so much! I love character design but I’m trying to get much better at it, especially with painting. I can try to give some advice on what teachers/professional artists have said and that I definitely know to be true:

1. Every single physical trait a character has should show their backstory/who they are. For example, don’t just add a cool looking scar to a character because you think it’s cool. Add one if it adds more depth to their backstory! Everything on the character should be there for a reason.

2. Silhouette concepts are my favorite part in the design because it allows you to quickly explore a lot of clothing, armor, body shapes, etc. Having a pose makes the character have more of an exciting silhouette to look at as well (this is something I need to do better on because I love neutral poses hahaha).

3. Alright I’m gonna go on a rant about the importance of using reference here: make sure you have a TON references to draw from before you start a character! Many of my teachers require that students come in with pages filled with photo refs before they start any drawing. The better researched your costuming/props/etc. is the better your drawing will be! This was one of the many reference pages I created for my sci-fi Chinese mafia project, for example:

For some reason a lot of people think that pasting photo refs onto your PS canvas and referencing them is “cheating.” That is just SILLY. Obviously people shouldn’t trace an image nor should they copy the photo pixel by pixel when making original work (that just makes the learning process slower). But the more stuff you look at while drawing the better your stuff gets. And as you get more confident with drawing, you can deviate more and more from the reference (ex. combining more than one pose together, changing the colors, lighting, etc.). Here are the references I used for a hitchhiker character:

A lot of my character stuff is referenced from movie screenshots, and this is because the characters in films move so the reference gets a bit more… elusive/hard to notice? My final cover art was referenced from a scene in Scarface, because no way am I wasting precious time and energy to try to guess how to draw complex clothing folds and etc. when I can pump out a better piece in half the time by looking at reference:

Make sure to draw from life as well! Drawing people everywhere you go gives you a broader sense of the endless possibilities of characters you can make.

Anyways, I hope this helped and that I didn’t rant on for too long! ^o^ Have fun!

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aye guys! I’m finally done! I had so much fun building this and been looking forward to share it with you guys so yeah; hope u guys like it too. I might’ve struggled a bit with taking preview photos so I’m sorry about that. 

from the top view; it might not look like much but the lot is heavily cluttered so you’ve been warned! you will need to have MOO (move objects) on while placing it! the lot is 30x20, 2 bedrooms n 1 bathroom.

everything is play tested and should be working fine.  it’s absolutely cc free BUT u will need these packs since I used stuff from there. 

  • expanision packs > get together, get to work, city living
  • game packs > outdoor retreat, spa day, dine out, vampires, parenthood
  • stuff packs > movie hangout, romantic garden, kids room, backyard, vintage glamour
  • extra > holiday celebration

please don’t re-upload blablabla, you can grab it through origin by searching my ID Qnie92 or here. aight, happy simming guys! ❤️

I Need My Girl Ch. 1 | Roomates AU

Her is the first chapter of a new fic I’m writing. It’s a slow burn roomates au with eventual smut and a whole lot of fluff. Betty and Jughead are out of college and rooming together in NYC and it couldn’t have been a more self-destructive decision. They’re both in love and best friends since the dawn of time. What could go wrong? Here it goes.

Words: 1580

Warnings: Smut down the road and some pining. Things about to happen man. This might make you cry.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

 I don’t want your body  
 But I hate to think about you with somebody else  
 Our love has gone cold  
 You’re intertwining your soul with somebody else

 The 1975


They told each other everything, ever since they were little kids, everything except the fact that they both have had a thing for each other ever since each could remember.

But Betty had commitment issues and was never going to give up the one person who mattered the most. She didn’t believe in falling in love, at least romantically. She invited both boys and girls into her bed, but she always had them leave in the morning.

She didn’t even believe she was capable of that kind of love, she cared, so much, but never in that way for anyone. She felt as if every person she ever talked to, or kissed was just destined to fade away or for her to become uninterested.

Jughead was the only one she ever kept for herself.

He always belonged to her, over their 2 am conversations, over when her mom kicked her out in high school, and even when she went college in another state. He was always there for her; there was an understanding between them. He was hers.

Jughead, truthfully was always waiting for Betty to wake up and change her mind. As he saw each girl and boy enter and exit out the doors, he wondered whether she’d ever get over it.

Loving her was never for the sake of pining or wanting to get laid.

It was more than that.

He hated seeing her push away everyone. Yet she never pushed him away. He was always there to pick up the popcorn and turn on the movie so she wouldn’t have to talk about it. But all he wanted was to talk about it. The elephant in the room was holding over his head ever since high school.

But he loved her, and he knew she didn’t want that, she’s never wanted anything-long term.

He just couldn’t tell whether it was because she didn’t have it in her or that she just couldn’t connect.

Her parents fucked her up for sure, but so did his. They were both royally fucked up, overbearing mothers and alcoholic dads weren’t a piece of cake. Maybe they were both too fucked up for each other he thought.


Betty shrugged on her leather jacket as she grabbed her keys to her red Camaro, just about the walk out the door.

“Hey, where are you going Blondie? I thought we had a movie date tonight.” Jughead asked, as Betty was half way through the door. Betty’s head proceeded to slump over a bit as she closed her eyes. She had forgotten he thought.

“Jughead, I’m sorry but Ronnie just called and…” She said in a panicked tone, trailing off.

“And you have fuck date with her.” Jughead stated, eyes empty holding his stare. Her green eyes flitted out of his view, avoiding his gaze.

“Yeah, but you know like c’mon, a girl’s gotta get some!” Betty insisted as she tried to close the door behind her.

“Yeah, I mean… yeah! Go have fun. I’ll see you later.” Jughead stated as he forced a fake smile. It was getting harder to fake it, but yet again there he was watching her smile as she ran out the door.

He pulled out his phone and called the only person who would be free at such late notice.

“Hey Archie, up for a movie night? My microwave has some popcorn with your name on it.” Jughead said into the tone trying to sound sincere. He heard Archie laugh over the phone.

“Betty ditch you again?” Archie asked already knowing the answer. Every time Betty bailed on him Archie was always the one Jughead would go to. Trying to explain 25 years of love and complications to someone new sounded like hell for Jughead, and truly Archie was the only one who fully understood the situation. Archie was the only one who knew Jughead’s secret sad affair. An affair behind closed doors unnoticed by the beautiful Elizabeth Cooper. The girl next door that Archie used to hold a torch for but quickly got over the minute he started noticing things. Things like Betty dating, Jughead never dating, and the long glances left between the two. It wasn’t Archie’s job to get involved, he knew that. But watching Betty emotionally detach herself from everything and Jughead never getting over her and not doing anything about it was one of the hardest things to watch. The two were just so damn in love he thought.

“I can’t fool you can I?” Jughead quipped as a sad smile fell on his face.

“No you can’t. I’ll be over in twenty minutes.”

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“I still don’t understand why she didn’t just visit him! I mean it’s the 1940s not the ice age, there are cars. And why wasn’t the mom arrested, it’s illegal to go through someone else’s mail! The shouldn’t have named it The Notebook , they should of named it Crazy Rich Mother Spoils Pure Love, Oh And They Die .” Archie argued with tears down his eyes. The Notebook always made Archie cry.

Jughead sat there smiling his ass off, looking at Archie distressed and grasping the couch pillow as he continued on with his speech.

“I know but c’mon, it’s a classic tragedy. Circling around each other their whole lives, finally ending it all together. It’s bittersweet, but… beautiful.” He answered as he went over to his dvd collection, looking for a safe movie. Archie definitely needed something lighthearted, no dead animals, no long lost loves. So no Disney.

“Jughead just cause you have a boner for constant heartbreak does not mean The Notebook is a good movie.” Archie fired back as he stuffed another huge handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“You just don’t like the movie because Sabrina said Ryan Gosling was hotter than you.”

Archie winced as Jughead mentioned Sabrina’s name. Jughead wasn’t the only one with a broken heart Jughead thought to himself.

“Oh my god, don’t even get me started on her. What a mistake.”

“You know I think she’d say the same about you Arch.”

“WE WERE ON A BREAK!” Archie exclaimed, clearly he was still not over it.

“THAT DIDN’T WORK ON FRIENDS AND IT’S NOT GOING TO WORK FOR YOU.” Jughead said, imitating Archie’s whiny tone.

To this Archie let out an over exaggerated ‘ugh.’ As Jughead slid the dvd of the movie Juno into the player and hit play.

About an hour had passed by when Jughead heard the door open with a thud. Archie turned his head as he saw it.

There was Betty Cooper, wrapped up in the arms of her newest fuck buddy, a girl about the same height as Betty with raven black hair. Betty sure had a type Archie thought to himself. The couple hadn’t noticed them 30 feet away sitting on the living room couch as they moved forward towards Betty’s room down the hall, pulling each other’s clothes off in the process.

Archie looked over at Jughead. His eyes were empty, focused on the pair, his eyebrows furrowed and then Archie saw it. The sad look in his eyes, the longing look as his blue eyes darkened and his cheeks flushed. He could see Jughead bite the inner part of his cheek and his jaw clench. It was like whiplash.

Betty and the girl now had disappeared and a set of sounds started to emit from the hall. Jughead turned his back to the TV, watching the next scene in the movie.

“Are-uh, you okay?” Archie asked softly, barely making a sound.

“Yeah, it’s just you know, good for her getting out there and getting some. Go her.”

Jughead didn’t even try to sound happy. He knew that his words were total bullshit. And in truth, his whole body was numb at the picture appearing in his head. The moans approaching weren’t helping either. He turned up the volume on the TV trying to drown it out.

“Does she do that a lot? Bring…guests over in the middle of the night for you to see.”

“I don’t think she thinks anything of it. She shares everything with me, it’s not like she’s ever tried to hide her dating to me before. Why start being discreet now?”

She doesn’t share everything with you Jug is what Archie wanted to say. Though he knew it wasn’t his secret to tell, and hell, Jughead wouldn’t even believe him if he had.

“Well Jughead, agreeing to move in with her wasn’t the best idea.”

“You don’t think I fucking know that Archie.” Jughead snapped. He immediately regretted his harshness and muttered: “Sorry, I just-“

“I know.” Archie finished. Jughead turned back to the TV wondering whether they should just leave. He turned to look at Archie but found him grabbing the whiskey from the cabinet and heading out to the patio.

“I figure you need a drink and that movie isn’t the best noise canceler.” Archie said offering a sympathetic smile.

“Yeah, you’re right. I do need a drink. Only because of the fact that I can’t let you drink that whole thing by yourself. Face the facts Golden Boy, you’re a lightweight.” Jughead joked as he closed the glass door and sat down against the wall outside.

Archie chugged back a swig of the whiskey, wincing at the sting in his throat.

“I think you’re wrong about that, I actually think you’re wrong about a lot of things Jughead.”

“Yeah, yeah, now stop hogging the juice.”

Embarrass the Muse Meme

Warning: possible NSFW situations

Originally posted by gif-007

“Why is there a video of you naked on the computer?”

“Hold up. You’re telling me you’re afraid of _____?”

“You sing in the shower, you know. Really loudly.”

“Why is ______’s name all over your notebook with hearts around it?”

“You should really lock up your diary/journal better. It was way too easy to get into.”

“Nice dance moves.”

“Wow, you’re very naked!”

*spins the bottle and it lands on _____*

“You’re really crushing on them aren’t you?”

“There’s a reason for the space between girl friend/boy friend. It represents the friend zone.”

“You were so drunk last night you tried to leave someone a voicemail by screaming into an envelope.”

“Oh my gosh! You are definitely not who I fell asleep with.”

“Mom/Dad… We’re in public!”

“I don’t remember this scene from the first time I watched this movie.”

“Did I just say that out loud?”

“Don’t look now ____ is coming.”

“Ew! You just threw up on me.”

“Oh my gosh! Watch where you spill your coffee.”

Prize  [ E.P ]

Hiiiiii! Yes, I’m back and I’m not dead lmao I’m so sorry for not having anything up in so long. 

Also, this is my first piece of writing for Narnia that I’m going to be posting on this blog and I’ve been wanting to do this for such a long time but I’ve finally gotten around to actually doing it. The whole Narnia series (books and movies) holds such a large part of my heart to itself and I’m really excited for more of these to come!

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Summary: Edmund challenges reader to a friendly duel. Reader is a fighter but only so in hand to hand combat because of a large dislike for sharp objects. The winner gets a prize from the loser at the end of the match. (Lmao I suck at summaries oops)

Word Count: 1350

Warnings: None, really

You stare at the sword in your hand, contemplating your next move. Should you take him up on his offer to a friendly duel or should you return to pretending to read while watching him train on his own? By no means are you unable to fight because you have always been more than capable to do so. But merely in hand-to-hand combat. Swords and bows and arrows and whips and all were never correct for you – they just never worked well with you.

That, and you have an undying fear of things with sharp edges just like this one. 

“Are you afraid of hurting yourself with that sword in your hand, love?” Edmund smirks, “Just like last time? When you managed to half-impale your own forearm?”

“I’m not afraid of hurting myself, Ed,” You roll your eyes. If it weren’t for the fact that he was the one who’s unknowingly stolen your heart, you would have not even thought of saying yes to the fight against him. But you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front the man you had grown such strong feelings for. 

“Then why are you not accepting the challenge, Y/N?”

“I–um,” You stuttered, not wanting to admit your dislike for swords. After clearing your throat, you blurt, “I don’t like sharp objects, Your Majesty.”

“Is that all?” Edmund chuckles at your teasing use of his title, “It’s merely a friendly duel. I won’t let you get hurt, if that is what you are afraid of.”

With a sigh, you nod your head as if to tell him that you will. He sends you a small smile–one that’s barely there. It’ a smile that few get to see but it’s a smile that many remember. Edmund hands you a sword, his eyes running across the armory as he readies his own. You flash him a mischievous smirk, swinging your leg out to hit his calf lightly. You decide it’s time to toughen up and use the bloody sword.

“Hey,” He says, his eyes looking into your own as he quickly moves out so that your foot never touches his calf. Edmund’s orbs glisten with a sense of cheekiness that you knew could only mean he was enjoying this more than he should. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

You roll your eyes at him, watching as he swings his sword around twice before he pushes it forward. You quickly move to the side, watching as the tip of the sword pierces the air beside your shoulder. As quickly as the first, Edmund strikes at you once, the clash of your own sword being heard throughout the silence of the armory.

It’s difficult for you not to just stop what you’re doing and stare at him as he moves. In your eyes, there is nobody that holds more beauty than Edmund Pevensie. His raven hair falls over his eyes, a slight blush on his cheek from training for so long before now.

“If you cut me with that sword of yours,” You mumbled, loud enough for him to hear you as you both repeatedly swing at each others with the freshly sharpened weapons. “My veins will haunt you. That’s a promise.”

This time it was Edmund’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Honestly, you’re kind of weird.” Edmund grunts, blocking another one of your hits. His eyes meet yours once more, his gaze piercing your own through the gap between your swords.

“Took you long enough to figure that one out,” You smile. This time your leg actually hits his calf with so much force it sends him to the floor. It was a simple trick (if it could even be called a trick) that Edmund would have seen coming if you were anyone else. But he had his guard down more than his usual. “I mean, really Edmund, we’ve known each other for years!”

“And yet this is still the first time you’ve managed to have almost beat me,” And he pounces back up, quickly swiping the side of your sleeve with the end of his sword. You glare at him as he twists the sword out of your hand, causing it to fall to the floor beside your feet before he’s holding the tip of his own at your neck with a devious smile playing on his pink lips. “I win.”

“Bloody hell, Ed,” You groan, picking up your sword and handing it back to Edmund to put it away safely. “You could have at least let me win. Just this once.”

“Maybe next time. But,” A sly smirk crosses the King’s face as he steps toward you, crossing his arms over his chest. “What do I get for winning, hm?”

You open your mouth as if to say something but you abruptly shut it, holding a single finger up at Edmund’s face before you run to the bag of vegetables that you had picked from the garden. You pull out a carrot, quickly running back to your closest friend with the orange vegetable in your hand.

“Here.” You stick the carrot in his face as if forcing him to eat it right then and there. He just stares at it with an eyebrow raised before he lifts his hand, grabbing the carrot in his hand. His expression is unamused yet amused at the same time, his eyes scanning the carrot as if it were a clue to some long unsolved mystery. But really, it was just a carrot.

“A carrot?”

“Yeah,” You nod, jutting a thumb behind you in the direction of the gardens. “The salads they grow in the garden are really good. The carrots are especially scrumptious, I bet you would love this one.”

“Do I look like a bloody rabbit?!” Edmund exclaims. He quickly regains his more senseful train of thought, his eyes falling back to yours.

“What? Do you not like it?”

“I mean I–yes, I like it. I love carrots.” Edmund trips over his words, not wanting to offend you in any way. Truthfully, Edmund hates carrots. 

“Oh,” You smile. “It just seemed like you didn’t–”

“There was just something else that I had in mind, that’s all.”  And taking advantage in his sudden boost of confidence, he pulls you into his chest, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with the softest touch his fingers could manage.

Both you and Edmund don’t fail to notice the speed of your individual heart rates increase from the proximity and you silently hope that he can’t hear the beating of your heart because of how close you are. He bites his lip once he notices the blush that tints your cheeks. In fact, you were pretty sure they’re on fire.

He touches his forehead to yours tenderly, his hand loosely placing itself on your warm cheek. The feeling of his thumb caressing the soft skin sends shivers down your spine, your breath quickening as his face slowly grows closer to yours. You can feel each and every one of his breaths on your face which you found seemed so very intimate for someone like Edmund.

He looks to your eyes for permission, silently learning the answer you choose to give him. Edmund notices your eyes already falling to his lips. He shuts his eyes, his hold on you growing tighter and more intimate than ever.

And within seconds his lips are on yours.

The kiss starts of slow and gentle but it soon turns towards a more heated and passionate direction. His lips are as soft as clouds against your own lips, sending small shockwaves through your bloodstream and you could feel in every inch of your body, exactly how Edmund the Just feels about you.

He pulls away much too soon for your liking, once again resting his forehead against yours.

“I loved the carrots,” Edmund says, his chest rising and falling as he regains his breath from the kiss that has left him panting more than any war that he has fought. “But that kiss was a prize that I liked much much more.”

Did I Mention?

Global warming is real. It has to be, why is London going through a damn heat wave? For crying out loud! Why couldn’t I afford a flat with some AC or some running cold water? Oh, I know, because I’m a broke international uni student. There are two kinds of international university students, one is stupid rich, is able to get by without a care in the world. And The other, which is me. Are the ones that are barely getting by, and are considering becoming a stripper so they can pay their bills.

But damn, my flat is bloody hot. I’m baffled nothing has melted in this heat. Yet! Anyways.

“Y/n!” a thick British accent rang through my door.

Oh, did I mention I have an extremely annoying neighbour named Harry?

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"I'm your husband, it's my job,"

51 + Taeyong

You woke up sneezing profusely. As you stood up you took one look at yourself in the mirror before you fell back into bed from dizziness.

You wern’t looking your best, your face was pale but you had puffy eyes and a red nose from sneezing.

You turned around to see your phone and Taeyong had left a note for you saying he had gone to work. They had a comeback in the next few months so he wanted to go practise. He always practised way to much in your opinion. You were worried for his health.

You managed to pick up your phone despite the clammyness of your hands and send him a text saying you would make him dinner today because you were going to stay home sick so he didn’t need to pick anything up.

After sending the text you fell back down against the pillow. If you were gonna make dinner you were gonna sleep until then. You didn’t feel able to get up. The flu was too bad.

Your eyes became heavy and you drifted off into a deep sleep. Your eyes only opened again to the sound of someone humming next to you.

You sat up with a start. How did someone get into your house? And why did they have to come on a day you couldn’t be bothered to fight any robbers.

Rubbing your eyes you could have sworn you saw Taeyong sitting opposite you. But he was at practise, that usually lasted 12 hours.

He was stirring some syrup into honey water. A smile formed on his face when he noticed you were awake.

“Good afternoon my love,” he said coming to sit next to you.

“Why arnt you at work?” You asked him confused and moved away from him slightly, not wanting him to get sick as well.

“You texted me saying you were sick, so I came to make sure you were okay.” He explained, offering you the honey water which he had put medicine into.

You took the cup from him and thanked him.

“But I was going to do somthing nice for you and make dinner and everything, you don’t have to miss your work to look after me.” You said to him.

“I wasn’t going to let my sick wife struggle at home by herself. In the nicest way possible, you look kinda sick. Beautiful but sick. I had to come home and look after you, I’m your husband it’s my job. In sickness and in health right?” He said as he moved a box of tissues to next to your bed and found the tv remote.

“And also I love nct but practise all day is hard so one day off won’t kill me,” he said sitting down on the bed next to you and putting a movie on.

You kissed his cheek quickly before moving away from him again.

“You’re the best Tae, but you should stay a safe distance because I love NCT and I don’t want to inhibit the comeback because I gave the leader the flu.” You joked, talking a sip of the water.

He moved over slightly but stayed near you.

“Well im not leaving y/n, even if you’re sick you’re stuck with me,” he said with a cute grin on his face.

Finding Home - 1

Chapter 1

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When two worlds collide and life is turned upside down, you’re faced with the reality that you may not be able to make it back home again to the one you love. But then a familiar face shows you that love can span more than just one universe; it can cross them all.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader, AU Cas x Reader 

Warning: There will be some angst, but this is more of a love story told with the ups and downs of what two people have to go through to find each other again, and the love that could be lost along the way. There will also be some strong language and light sexual references. It’s a slow burn this time.

Word Count: 1,937

Some music for your imagination -  (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9G0-4TWwew)

Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4   Chapter 5  Chapter 6

Chapter 7   Chapter 8   Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Epilogue

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At this point you didn’t think that you were ever going to find her.

You followed a few feet behind the angel with your gun gripped tightly in your hand. He moved silently down the hall, his angel blade at the ready.

The hallway lighting was dim, to say the least. A few antique iron candelabras lined the walls, the gaslight flickering shadows around the two of you. The walls were deep mahogany panels, the pattern of wood broken by the occasional portrait of a man or woman dressed in eighteenth century garb. The floors were covered in an endless flow of oriental rugs, muffling the sound of your steps.

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