i told you that on the phone tonight

Alright so I’m sure Robin actually told Artemis who he was in some like normal way, like “oh hey by the way my real name is Dick Grayson we go to school together haha” but the way I like to think she found out is this:

Dick has two different phones: one for Robin bc he and the team have a group chat & some other reasons probably and one for Dick Grayson and he probably texted her and was like “hey can you do the essay for the English project? Babs and I are doing the poster but we don’t have time to write the essay bc we’re both busy tonight cuz Bruce is making me go to some dumb party and Babs has gymnastics until 10:30”

but he didn’t realize he texted her on Robin’s phone until he sent the message

(her reply was “wow you really ARE a dick”)

Cradled In Love

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Words: 2217

Warnings: “Angst to fluff to smut”. NSFW gifs (you know me by now!!)

Anon asked “I’m on vacation with my so called family which is breaking apart at the moment and um it’s really hard to be here with them and I can’t really enjoy this vacay so is there a possibility if you could write a tom holland one shot to cheer me up maybe with angst and fluff and smut and beautiful words of yours.. I don’t want to be here with these people and I want to cry every second of the day.”

A/N: So this is my first non-Bucky/Sebastian fic. It’s special because the anon who asked is having a super bad day…I know how it gets when family is a bitch to deal with (trust me all my extended family are a bunch of assholes!!!!) Anyway, here you go and I hope I did him justice. SENDING HUGS AND KISSES YOUR WAY LOVELY PERSON.

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CAMERA || Oh Sehun

Gif taken from this source. 

Note: Cam!girl (noun) a model who performs through live webcam footage and do sexual things based on viewers request.

Content: 9k graphic smut, exhibitionism, body worship, lots of smutty things things.

CHAPTER TWO

Sehun cares about you more than you thought he would…


You have been sitting in front of your laptop to check at your bank account for a long time, but no matter how long you stayed there the amount of your money stored didn’t change at all. 

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Why are You like this?

Hi friends! 

Plot: Y/N feels overwhelmed and doesn’t know how to let her Harry know.

I combined my own idea with a request about H hearing Y/N admit something over the phone. 

Hint before reading: Take a moment and think of that one thing that’s overwhelming you right in this moment, the one thing that makes your stomach feel sick and the one thing that keeps you up at night. Okay now you can read it.

Pic isn’t mine but I like to think that it is.

“Are you sure everything’s alright?” 

My throat dried when I allowed my eyes to meet with his sparkling green orbs and the pure worry in them made it difficult not to tear up. With a deep breath I forced myself to smile. 

“Everything is fine, Harry,” I promised him, my tone just sweet enough for it to cover up the lie, “It was a long day.”

“Again?” Harry inquired quietly. 

“Again.” I tried to laugh but got up to walk to the kitchen when I failed.

Ever since the beginning of this week there had been a heavy and uncomfortable feeling settled at the bottom of my stomach making me feel so sick at times I believed I would vomit. 
But I couldn’t let it show. 

“Do you want some tea?” I called towards him.

“Sure, yeah. Thanks, beautiful.”

With trembling fingers I reached for the kettle and I closed my eyes in hopes of calming down enough to keep my distraught emotions a secret. And what better than a hot cup of tea?
There was nothing I loved more than spending time with Harry and if I could I would have him near me at all times. I felt myself long for him when he was gone, fantasized about being in his presence when I wasn’t and when I had him I felt at peace. Momentarily. Harry made me feel warm and without knowing it he’d become the only person who managed to decorate my face with an honest smile. We hadn’t been dating for long, only a couple of months, and it was true that we were happy. Never before had I felt this close to another person, never before did I trust somebody with my whole heart and no one had ever understood me the way that Harry did.
Harry was my everything. 
And still I couldn’t find it in me to trust him with my worried mind. 

It wasn’t that I thought Harry wouldn’t be kind. I knew if I were to tell him that I couldn’t find any peace and that not even the nights provided me with rest, he would try all he could to be supportive. 
What held me back from confiding in him was how utterly ridiculous I felt. Harry had so much going on in his life, he was under constant pressure and given even more from all sides and all at once and still he never uttered as much as one word in complaint. 
Me? I felt like crying when dealing with what was so minor compared to other people’s problems. 
How could I possibly admit this without making a fool of myself?

“Y/N?” I heard Harry’s voice call for me. 

My breath hitched and I quickly finished both of our teas. “Coming!”

Hearing my friend’s voice over the speaker of my phone relaxed me. At least a little. Kat hadn’t had the time to talk properly in a while due to her job taking up a lot of space in her life and selfishly it felt good to hear that I wasn’t the only person who wasn’t having the best week. 

“So anyway,” Kat spoke, “Things took a turn to the better when the guy I told you about showed up again. I think he recovered form the flu or something.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

She chuckled. “I bet your day gets better the moment you have Harry around to comfort you.” 

“Well,” I sighed, “Having him around does bring me joy.” 

When my voice quivered I knew I messed up.

Kat cleared her throat. “What’s the matter? Does he not understand or what?”

“I’m sure he would,” I muttered. 

“Meaning?”

I didn’t reply. Kat laughed breathlessly. 

“You seriously didn’t tell him? Y/N, he’s your boyfriend! And if I receive text after text about how shitty everything is going for you then something really must be up.”

A lump formed in my throat and I let out a small whine. “I don’t know how to talk to him about this thought.”

“Why not?”

I shrugged even though she couldn’t see. “Harry has so much going on in his life. Never does he get a break not even on his days off. How could I burden him with my stupid and silly problems when his mind is full of much more important things?”

“Because he’s your boyfriend!” Kat repeated. 

“Is that your answer to everything?”

“In a relationship it’s about being there for each other,” Kat lectured, ignoring my words, “You support him constantly. It’s time you let him do the same for you.”

My head snapped up at the noise of my front door opening and then falling shut. 

“Y/N? You home, baby?” My heart fluttered at his voice.

“That’s Harry,” I quickly informed Kat, “I got to go.”

With fast steps I walked further into the bedroom and away from where I could hear Harry moving closer towards me.

“Of course,” Kat said and I could hear the smile in her voice, “Just remember. You have to be honest with Harry and tell him how you feel. Otherwise you’re being unfair to him.”

“I know,” I agreed lowly, “I know you’re right.”

Harry’s knuckles lightly knocked onto the wooden door and I turned around to look at him with a smile growing on my face. He looked insanely good. His hair was tousled from the clod wind I knew was tormenting outside, his upper body adorned a thick jumper and his legs were forced into much too tight jeans which to my benefit left little to the imagination. 

“Hey,” I breathed.

“Hi.” His voice was quiet and I shuddered when the smile on his face didn’t reach his beautiful eyes. 

I walked over to him and reached for his arm. “I’m just going to finish this call really quickly, okay? Then I’m all yours.”

“S’okay,” Harry said and shrugged off my touch, “I just came over to return the shirt you left at my place the other day. M’actually bit busy so I’m just going to head out again.”

My heart sank. “I thought you would stay tonight?” 

Harry nodded towards the phone in my palm. “You should’t let your friend wait, Y/N. Wouldn’t want you to be unfair to anybody, right?” 

And with that he turned around, out of my reach and towards the exit. The shirt he’d brought me was carelessly thrown onto the mattress and I watched him leave with tears already burning my eyes. What the hell had just happened?

“Y/N? You still there?” 

Kat’s voice ripped me back from my thoughts and I quickly told her that I was fine and needed to go. Then I hung up. 
Great. Now not even my relationship was something I could find comfort in. There was no point in running after him as I new Harry moved fast and since he’d arrived by car I was sure he must be long gone. With my palms ice cold, my legs weak and my stomach in knots I sat down on the bed I’d thought I would be spending the night with Harry on, feeling the most uncomfortable and unhappy and in in general at a low I hadn’t reached before.
There was no way I could hold back the tears from burning my cheeks and soon I was a sobbing mess, laying alone on the cold fabric of my bed.

From Harry, 7:20pm.
I’m sorry I left like that, love. How about I come back over and we spend the night together like we planned? x

From Harry, 7:22pm. 
Don’t ignore me now. I know I was being harsh. A bit of a dick actually and I wanna make up for that. Please let me, baby. xx

From Harry, 7:23pm. 
I heard your conversation with Kat. 

With puffy eyes I stared at the three messages. I breathed in shakily and shook my head before picking up the device to reply. There was no way I could face him when I was like this. I felt ashamed enough as it is and couldn’t bear the thought of letting my boyfriend see me in this weakened state.

From Y/N, 7:30pm.
It’s okay, Harry, no worries. I’m a bit tired though. Don’t think that hanging out tonight is a good idea. I’m sorry. x

From Y/N, 7:33pm.
If you want we could meet up tomorrow?

Teardrops smeared the screen and I brushed them off quickly in order to read Harry’s reply. My heart sank even further upon reading it.

From Harry, 7:34pm.
If that’s what you want.

It was what I’d wanted. Still, my chest crumbled and the room filled once more with desperate and loud cries as I let it sink in that I’d successfully driven Harry away. A shaking palm clasped over my mouth as I attempted to somehow quieten the noises of my breakdown as I didn’t want to alarm my neighbours. 
What was I supposed to do? What was I to tell him tomorrow? That was if he even wanted to see me.
My eyes were sore, my throat dry and slowly but surely everything began to hurt. Really ache. 

My entire body froze and I forced myself to calm down long enough to make sure I hadn’t heard wrong. No. There was once again the distinct sound of somebody knocking on my front door. Oh god please no. I scrambled to my feet with hurried movements and came to a tumbling stand. With harsh movements I brushed the tears from my smeared cheeks. 

“Y/N.” It was quiet but I heard and my heart began to pound heavily in my chest. What was he doing here?

“Harry?” I asked, my voice small and trembling weakly. 

I sniffled noisily and tried to steady my breath. 

“Course it’s me, love,” Harry hummed, his voice gentle, “Mind opening the door for me? Letting me in, sweetheart?”

“Harry, I really don’t think-”

“I hear it, baby,” he spoke softly, “You’re crying.” His voice sounded so sad, so empty of the anger it held earlier. 

The pet names spoken with so much affection, the gentleness in his words and tone… I couldn’t fight any longer. 
With uncertain fingers I unlocked my front door and before I could turn the handle I had Harry’s arms wrapped around my waist as he forced his way into my apartment. 
Breathing in his scent as I nestled my face into the warm space between his shoulder and his neck, one of my hands wound itself into his short curls while the other clasped the back of his neck. Harry’s arms tightened around my body, bringing me impossibly close to his chest as he pushed the both of us further inside. I didn’t see but I heard him shut the door with his foot. 

“Harry,” I whimpered, trying desperately to step away from him, worried that the endless stream of tears would mess up his jumper. 

“No.” Harry’s embrace was tight. He ignored my protest and instead hoisted me up higher so that he could carry me to the couch in my small living room. 

I was full on sobbing by this point, my desperation only increasing when he let go of me after making me sit on the couch. My arms were taken into his hands and I turned my head away when he crouched down. 

“Y/N, look at me.”

I shook my head, a whimper escaping my parted lips. Harry’s hands moved gently, his fingers drew circles onto my skin. Normally the gesture was enough to calm me down but not today. I felt utterly embarrassed and I knew that Harry slowly began to realize too that this wasn’t just a small and simple break down. 
This was me, crumbling after having suffered under too much pressure for too long. This was me truly breaking down and falling apart right in front of his eyes.
I gasped upon feeling him press his face into my open palms. 

“My sweet girl,” Harry breathed into my hands, “Tell me if there is something that I can do for you, you hear?”

“There- there’s no-nothing, Harry.” I swallowed shakily and stared at the back of his head. 

Slowly he looked up at me, green eyes wide, kind and patient. His warm hands clasped mine and my breath hitched when his heart shaped lips pressed a loving kiss to them. 

“That’s okay, too,” he reassured, “In that case I will just do what I think you need right now, yeah? And if you want something different you tell me.” 

He waited for me to nod, a small smile gracing his lips. Harry got to his feet quickly and immediately I was scooped back into his arms and brought to his chest. I hiccuped and Harry chuckled. 
His body settled onto the couch and I gasped when he placed my own body right on top of his, my back pressed to his chest. His face settled into my neck and I shuddered upon feeling his warm breath. One of Harry’s arms wrapped around my middle while he gently touched my forehead with his other hand, making me rest my head on his shoulder. 
I sighed and turned so I could nudge his neck with my nose. Next a blanket was pulled over my form, making sure that I was warm. 

“Harry,” I whispered into his skin. 

He intertwined our legs together before kissing my cheek. 

“No more crying,” he said lowly, chest rumbling against my back, “It breaks my heart to see you like this. Which doesn’t mean that I want you to ever keep it from me again when you feel this way.”

The terrible knot at the bottom of my stomach loosened and the longer I breathed him in the more I could feel my heart relax. My breathing slowed, the tears slowly ceased from falling. My own arms wrapped around his and our hands found each other. 

“I’m sorry,” I apologized against his skin.

He shook his head and squeezed me. “No, no, my love. S’not what I want. You don’t have to apologize for anything. All I want is that you trust me. That you know that I’m here. Always.”

“I want to see you.” 

Careful not to hurt him I turned to lay on my stomach, my body pressed tightly against his chest and I leaned up to press a kiss to his soft skin of his chin. 
Harry groaned lowly at the sensation. 

“You’re my girlfriend,” Harry murmured, his hands rubbing up and down my back, “You can lean on me. Confide in me. Don’t want hear that you’re unwell and hiding it.”

I hummed.

“Are you comfortable?” I wondered quietly, referring to his position.

“Very,” he assured me with a nod, cheekily grabbing my bum and giving it a squeeze. 

I swatted his chest with a laugh and he removed his hands and settled them onto my hips instead. I found it hard to believe that having my body sprawled out on top of his was in any way comfortable but in this moment I knew there was nothing other than being in his arms that would heal my tormented mind.

“S’embarrassing though,” I admitted quietly, my unsure eyes finding his. 

“S’not,” he argued, “S’part of being in a relationship. I’m yours, you’re mine and we’re both there for each other.”

I liked how natural his words sounded. How much sense they made.

“But,” I began, “what I’m dealing with is so stupid and you-”

“And I’m never too busy to take care of you just like I trust in you always being there when I really need you. And nothing that makes you cry is stupid to me.”

Harry smiled kindly and I could feel myself doing the same. Gently I reached up to cup his cheek and a tiny gasp escaped my mouth before his lips found mine in a loving kiss. Instantly I melted into him. 
His hands held me close, my own scratched his cheek while the other held onto his hair and for the first time all week I felt like I could truly breath. Harry’s presence took over all of my senses as I cuddled myself even more into his embrace. We continued to kiss until my lungs burned and this time when I teared up it was because my heart couldn’t hold the amount of happiness. 

“Why are you like this?” I whispered, staring at my handsome boyfriend with wonder in my eyes. 

He smiled and pressed another kiss to my temple. “Because you’re important to me. I need you to know that, love.”

“I do. Thank you so much, Harry. And I care about you, too. So much.”

Another kiss followed to my lips before Harry drew back to rub his nose against mine in a heartbreakingly sweet gesture. 

Hope you liked this! Wrote it in one go so apologizes for any mistakes. Also, if any of you are dealing with something shitty at the moment I have my fingers crossed for you and know you’ll be alright. x

The rest of my writing: 
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Castiel works as a teller at his local bank, and Dean is a new mystery customer that brings in a wad of cash and crumpled singles once a week to deposit into his account.

Working as a bank teller was definitely a unique and interesting experience - and one that Castiel generally enjoyed.

Of course, there were always the customers that raised hell when they walked through the door, complaining about incorrect overdraft fees or loan interests, but for the most part, the people were pleasant and Castiel didn’t mind plastering a smile onto his face for five or six hours at a time.

He and the other tellers had their favorite customers that they always talked about, whether for the entertainment factor, or because they genuinely liked them.

There was the nice old woman who always updated the teller on her grandson’s theater career; the middle aged man who generally arrived drunk and so sure that he was a millionaire even though he wasn’t; the college-aged girl who came in with a different hair color every time; and a younger man who kept trying to convince the teller that he was haunted.

Yes, Castiel was sure that he’d seen it all - and then one day, Dean Winchester came through his line.

The moment Castiel looked up as the new face approached the counter, he was thrown off. Sandy and deliberately coiffed hair framed a perfectly symmetrical face that he was sure he’d seen on a famous statue in some museum or another. Soft green eyes blinked at him with an even softer smile as he leaned forward against the counter and tilted his head.

“Hey,” the man said, his voice almost as smooth as the marble his arms were resting against.

“Hello.” Castiel cleared his throat and smiled, praying to God that it looked natural. “How can I help you today, sir?”

The man pulled out his ID and slid it across the counter.

Dean Winchester, it read.

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Watch Me Babygirl [ pt.6 ]

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 smut (pretty vanilla smut tbh)

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“Switch partners.”

You sighed, placing your hands on the kitchen counter. Jimin had been pestering you for the last hour about being assigned to a project with Jungkook.

“For the last time Jimin, I can’t. The teacher won’t let us,” you replied calmly.

It was half true you supposed. The teacher had paired you and Jungkook up because the two of you sat by each other but it was a total lie that she wouldn’t let you switch partners.

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“Oh hey Peter, glad I caught you!” You smiled as you grabbed said brunette’s arm, he was obviously in a rush to leave the school grounds. He turned around and smiled that warm grin you loved, making you drop his arm and a blush to rise to your cheeks. It had been at least a year since you have had realised you had a crush on your childhood best friend and downstairs neighbor Peter Parker. Although from the way he acted, you assumed he had a crush on someone else (Probably Liz Allen, you had spent countless hours listening to him ramble on about her). Although up until this point you had tried to stop the onslaught of teenage hormones, in a sudden change of your own heart you decided to at least try and get him in a date like situation with you.

“Oh hey (Y/N), sorry I was going to walk back to building with you but something came up. Make it quick alright,” He tried to continue smiling but you saw the anxious look on his face, how could you miss it. Fearing the worst, like he had a date, you fought off the butterflies in your stomach as you tried to form a coherent sentence.

“Oh yeah sorry to keep you waiting, I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my apartment on Friday night. My parents don’t mind and I was gonna order some pizza,” You trailed off, watching as a smile engulfed his face. A feeling of hope bubbled in you, maybe he didn’t have a date, maybe you did have a chance!

“Sounds great, maybe we could invite Ned over. He told me the other day he hasn’t seen any of the Lord of the Rings movies yet, so maybe we can marathon those,” He beamed with his usual optimism, making your own smile drop. You got the signal that he obviously wasn’t interested in you and quickly returned a fake smile to your face.

“Great Idea, I’ll text him tonight and ask. C’mon let’s go, I have a lot of homework to do,” You hurried Peter, walking onto the street surrounding the school. Peter watched after you carefully before cautiously following. He had no idea why you were upset but he definitely wasn’t happy about it.

~*~

Peter had quickly suited up once he had gotten into his room and told Aunt May he was slogged with homework. That would hopefully keep her distracted for long enough. His phone had alerted him to a bank robbery in the area, and he was quick to swing into action. Still his interaction with you today was on his mind. His (H/C) haired best friend that was with him through thick and thin. You had never directly asked him more than 2 hours prior to a casual movie and pizza night, so maybe something was special about this Friday night. He was jumping from building to building when it finally hit him.

“OH GOD SHE WAS ASKING ME ON A DATE!” He yelled into the air. A couple of members of the public looked at the masked hero, he sure seemed underqualified for the job of saving the city now.


So this happened 

(Edit, Here is part two )

anonymous asked:

Top 10 surprise visits to each other while they're living apart ^^

 I’m going to have to cut this down to 5 because the majority of their trips to see each other were planned well in advanced to give them both things to look forward to and also because they tended to stay for a long time when they had the chance and needed to plan ahead for it. But there were a few very spontaneous trips before they eventually moved in together. There were several ‘just deciding to fly over for the weekend a few days before’ types (being a well-paid athlete has its perks) but here are the 5 best:

Top 5 Surprise Visits To Each Other While They’re Living Apart:

5) One time after one of their regular extended Skype sessions when Viktor was helping teach Yuuri Russian, Yuuri told him ‘You know, I’d really love to be able to practice my Russian in the country itself’ and Viktor got all heart-eyed like ‘you know you can come and visit me whenever you want’ and Yuuri just smiled and held up the plane tickets he had just bought like ‘I know, I’m flying out tonight’

4) During one of the longer periods apart Yuuri started to really, really miss Viktor and it was making him feel really down and insecure. Viktor picked up on it straight away and the next day Yuuri ended up crying to him on the phone like ‘I’m sorry for crying but I just really miss you’ and Viktor told him to ‘open the door’ and he was standing outside Yuuri’s apartment with a bunch of roses after taking the first flight to Detroit  

3) At the Four Continents after chapter 14 (so about a month or two after the GPF). Yuuri had come to watch Viktor at the Russian nationals but they had agreed that the dates of the Europeans and the Four Continents were cutting it too close for Viktor to be able to make it to cheer Yuuri on in return. Naturally Viktor showed up anyway, much to Yuuri’s surprise and delight and Yakov’s exasperation (he didn’t mind really though because Viktor was happier than Yakov had ever seen him before and that was what he cared about most).

2) At their six month anniversary Viktor planned in secret with Phichit to surprise Yuuri. Yuuri came home from training that day to find a note from Phichit on the door saying that he would be gone for the weekend and to have fun and when Yuuri walked into his bedroom Viktor was lying on his bed waiting for him (There were rose petals involved and very minimal clothing. It was very cliché but Yuuri loved it anyway. After he finished laughing). Phichit actually decided to stay away for a week just to be safe.

1) After the GPF in chapter 14 they spent a lot of time calling/skyping each other and making plans but they were still trying to work out how to do long distance until everything settled down and none of the plans were confirmed yet. But that didn’t stop Yuuri from flying out to surprise Viktor by showing up to give him a good luck kiss at the rink-side during the Russian Nationals, prove to the world/Russia that Viktor was his and he was Viktor’s and stay for Viktor’s birthday. They celebrated together in St Petersburg and Yuuri officially met all of Viktor’s rink-mates for the first time.

he likes to read

(this wants with all its heart to be a multichapter fic but i need instant gratification sooo)


He likes to read.

He likes to read and Kent likes him, and he really doesn’t know what to do about this fact.

Kent ran into him – well, ran past him, really – on a morning jog, in a usually deserted area of the community park where trees have been planted and are carefully watered to give the appearance of a verdant, lush grove in the middle of sunny, dusty Nevada. He was standing against a tree and reading, and when Kent jogged back to ask what he was doing, the man laughed and pointed to his book. Walden.

Kent’s never read it. The man shrugs. “It’s about a man who gave up his whole life to go live in the woods,” he says. “I used to go to Walden Pond and re-read it once a summer. But now I’m here and, well… this is as close to the woods as I can get.”

His name is James. He’s a high school English teacher. He shakes Kent’s sweaty hand and asks his name, what he does for a living.

Kent blinks at him hard. “You…” he starts. He was about to say, you don’t know?

“Me? You do me?” James cracks a smile. “Is that a pick-up line?”

His smile is sunny, and Kent breaks a little bit inside. He finds himself quickly enough to say, “Would it work?”

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Leave A Message: Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones

Summary: AU, After a night of heavy drinking, Betty Cooper realizes she’s left a series of revealing messages on her crush and roommate, Jughead Jones’s phone. 

Words: 1,600

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, swearing, sexual dialogue but mostly embarrassing fluff. 

A/N: I’ve edited this myself so I apologize for errors. 


Betty Cooper’s head was pounding. She had made the mistake of going out with her roommates Cheryl Blossom and Veronica Lodge to celebrate the end of finals. Now she was sitting at their kitchen island cradling a cup of coffee, trying to figure out if IHOP delivered.

“Good Morning!” Cheryl sang as she skipped into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. Her luscious red was piled up on top of her head and her skin was glowing. She looked like an angel not someone who had partied hard the night before. “How are you?” She asked Betty.

“I’m so hungover” Betty groaned resting her head on her arms. “I’ve never been this hungover.”

“Yeah, you really shouldn’t have done all those shots of Liquid Cocaine.” Cheryl chuckled and began taking out a few frying pans. “You want some bacon and eggs?” She asked.

“I do!” Veronica answered, her silk black robe trailing behind her matching her beautiful black hair. She walked up to Cheryl and gave her a soft kiss. Cheryl and Veronica had been dating since before they had left Riverdale and their relationship was goals.

“How are you guys not hungover?” Betty asked.

“We didn’t do three shots of tequila and then perform a Coyote Ugly style dance on the bar. You drank so much you should be dead.” Veronica informed.

“I wish I was dead.” Betty said sliding off her stool and laid on the floor. “The tile is so cold. I love the tile.”

“You’ve seen better days, Cooper.” Jughead Jones exited his bedroom from the other side of the loft and sat in the stool Betty just occupied. Jughead was Betty’s fourth and final roommate and she had developed a deep crush on him since the four of  them had moved from Massachusetts to California for school.  

Jughead had blossomed in the sunshine state. He had taken up surfing and gotten a tan, transforming himself into a ripped golden god. Whatever girls didn’t like about his moodiness in Riverdale, they loved here. Betty hated that she didn’t make a move sooner and now that he was bedding Californian goddesses, she knew she didn’t stand a chance.

“Oh god.” She muttered rolling onto her back. She was so dehydrated she could hear herself blinking. She focused on Jughead messy mop of black hair when he appeared above her.

“Up we go.” He said lifting her into the sitting position. “Take these,” he dropped two extra strength Advil in her palm. “And drink the entire glass.” He instructed.

She did as she was told and steadied herself against him when she stood up. “I need to go back to sleep.”

“Yes, you do.” Jughead agreed walking her back to her room. “Do you need to use the washroom?” He asked.

“I’m not a child, Jug.” Betty snapped.

“Oh, I’m sorry, were you not just rolling around on the floor moaning?” He cocked an eyebrow and helped her into bed. She got underneath the covers and he tucked her in. “Get more rest, you’re gonna need it.” He winked and left her room, closing her door.

Her brow furrowed at her choice of words but she was too tired to give it much more thought than that.

She woke up at 3 in the afternoon feeling much better. Still hungover but manageable. She stumbled out into the living room and found Jughead reading a book. “There she is!” He exclaimed. “I got more Advil out and grabbed some water. There is some left over Thai from lunch in he fridge if you are hungry.”

Betty grabbed the Advil, headed over to the kitchen and began heating up her food. Once the Thai was nice and hot she made way back over to the couch.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked not looking up from his book.

“Mmmm” She answered with a mouth full of food.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” He questioned.

She shook her head. “Not really.”

“So you don’t remember dancing on the bar?” He inquired.

She shook her head.

“You don’t remember leading the whole bar in a rendition of ‘Come On Eileen’?”

“How do you know this? You weren’t even there”

“Cheryl was sending me videos.” He paused. “Do you remember making a phone call?”

“It’s 2018, Juggie, no one makes phone calls anymore.” She rolled her eyes and took a gulp of her water.

“You sure about that?” He asked again.

“I haven’t spoken on a phone in like two years.”

Jughead took out his cell, began scrolling and finally pushed a button. He held it up so they could both hear it.

“Jughead, mother fucking, Jones.” Betty’s gravelly drunken voice rasped out of the phone.

Her eyes widened and she started choking on her food.

“You fucking idiot with your stupid hat and your stupid attitude and your stupid face like you don’t know how amazing you are. Well, I guess you kinda do now with that revolving bevy of girls in our apartment all the time. And what is wrong with me huh? I’m hot, I’ve had six guys hit on me tonight. Six!”

She heard herself yell through the phone and she buried her head in her arms. “No, no, no.” She repeated over and over again.

“I’m smart too and my personality is okay, so what’s your problem Jughead, huh? I’ve been told that my vagina is like, the actual best. Like, what do I need to do? I guess there is a possibility that you aren’t interested in me but I’m the tits so why wouldn’t you be.” She paused. “Another thing, you actual piece of shit-” She was cut off and he lowered the phone.

“Please tell me I didn’t call you back.” She asked, looking at him through her fingers.

He was smirking and she wanted to smack him. “That was the first of fifteen messages. My favorite was how you told me that you obsess over how big my penis is but it’s probably just normal size and that you should stop worrying about it because this isn’t a romance novel.” He chuckled.

She made a whiny, crying sound, her face burning hot.

He didn’t say anything like she expected. She expected him to tease her, she expected him to tell her that they were friends but their relationship wouldn’t be anything more than that but he didn’t. She felt his weight on the couch beside her. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked.

“Would it made a difference if I did?”

“Uh, yeah, kind of a big difference, do you know how you appear to others? Do you know how intimidating you are?” His voice was soft and sincere.

“What are you talking about?” She snapped, rubbing her temples.

“You’re beautiful, smart and funny. You make everything seem so effortless, you should date an architect or something.”

“Why is everyone so obsessed with architects?” She moaned, falling back into the cushions of the sofa.

Jughead sighed. “Betty, did you ever think about just asking me out?”

She threw him some serious side eye. “Oh yeah Jug, I’ll just walk up to you and be like, ‘Hey, I know we’ve known each other forever and I’ve ignored you for most of it but now that you’re all hot and dating models and shit, you wanna go out on a date?’” She scoffed.

“Okay.” He replied.

“What?” She sat up quickly, wincing when he head throbbed.

“I’ll go out with you.”

“Why? You date hipster girls who wear glasses they don’t need and are way too big for their face. You date girls who always look good in a romper, always have perfect Coachella hair and eat avocado toast everyday. I go days without showering, I’ve slept in the library more than once, I’ve dropped a McDonalds hamburger on the ground and still ate it because I had spent my last dollar on it and it was all I could eat for 17 hours until I got paid. Last night I threw up in my hamper-”

Jughead cut her off with a kiss. Betty was taken aback by the sudden gesture and it took her body a moment to relax and really accept what was happening. Betty had fantasized about this moment every night for months. What he would smell like, what he was taste like, how he would feel. He tasted like the cinnamon tic tacs he was always eating, spicy and sweet. He smelled like clean laundry, the sea and coconuts from using the girls shampoo all the time. Betty ran her hands through his hair bringing him closer to her. His body was hard and muscular and he pushed it against her, his skin warm and tan and so different from what she expected.

He parted from her, a smile on his face. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

“Liar.” Betty whispered, her eyes still closed.

“Betty, I’ve had a thing for your since the ninth grade.” He admitted, kissing her again.

“Do you want to take this into the bedroom?” She cooed running her hands over his chest.

“No, Bets.”

Her head jerked back. “What? Why? You take all these girls to bed and not me?”

“Betty, you aren’t all girls, you’re the girl.” He smiled and kissed her again.

She smiled back. “Can you please, for the love of god, delete all the messages I left you.”

“Um, absolutely not, this shit belongs in the MOMA.” He took out his phone. “Prepare yourself for message number two.”

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#10 please!!

#10: “I wanted more.”

“You don’t have to go.” you whispered so softly Harry almost didn’t hear you as he was struggling to find his belongings scattered around your room. You watched Harry’s shoulders tense as you reached over and turned on the lamp on your bedside table. Harry let out a sigh as he turned around to look at you. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

You shrugged your shoulders, pulling the covers tighter against your bare chest. “I always notice when you leave.” Harry let out a wince, even though it wasn’t intentional, he knew you were referencing all the nights where he would leave before the sun even came up.

Every time Harry was in town, he found himself getting lost in between your sheets. It became a routine to find him knocking on your door. At first, it was great. The sex was amazing. Harry knew every spot to hit, every place to kiss; he knew your body more than you did.

When you started developing feelings for Harry, everything changed. At least for you. Harry still came around, you guys still had phenomenal sex, but you found yourself wanting more. Every time he left the bed, you wish he stayed. You wish he told you about his day, you wish he told you about the latest song he was working on at the studio. You wanted, no, you needed more.

But you could never tell Harry that. Your feelings for Harry were so strong, you were afraid that if he found out that he would stop whatever was going on between the two of you. So you kept your mouth shut.

Harry just threw his shirt over his head before he turned to look at you. You were staring down at your hands on your lap. Harry bit down on his bottom lip, a sense of guilt overcoming him. He took a seat beside you, causing you to look up at him. “Isn’t your sister’s birthday party tomorrow?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You told Harry about this a while ago. Frankly you didn’t think he was paying attention, nor did you think he cared. You were surprised that he managed to remember. You nodded your head. Harry cleared his throat, “Do you mind if I tag along?”

You couldn’t help the smile that was fighting its way onto your face. “Really? You would want to go?” Harry chucked at your expression as he nodded his head, “Why not? It’ll be fun.” Harry grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him. Your cheeks turned a crimson red before you nodded your head. “Alright,” you agreed. Harry gave you a smirk before he pressed a kiss to your lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”


You were standing outside the club your sister was hosting her birthday party at. You wrapped your coat around you tighter as you glanced at your phone. No messages from Harry. You let out a sigh as you looked around, hoping Harry would pop out of nowhere and apologize for being late. Your sister came up behind you, a drink in her hand. “Y/N? What are you doing out here? Come inside!”

You looked at your sister and looked back at your phone. “I will, I will. I’m just. I’m just waiting for someone. He said he would come tonight.” You let out a sigh as your phone was still bare of any messages from Harry. Your sister pursed her lips together as she stared at you. “Is something wrong?”

You shook your head as you plastered on a fake smile. “Nothing’s wrong! Why would anything be wrong?” Your sister shook her head. She’s seen you hurt many times. She’s seen you cry. She knows when you had a broken heart and tonight, you were glowing with hurt. Although you’ve never told her about Harry, she knew that the “someone” you were waiting for was the culprit of your sadness. Your sister grabbed your hand softly. Your eyes slowly drifted towards her. Your sister gave you a small smile. “Y/N, whoever hurt you and is making you wait up for them…they’re not worth it. You’re worthy, you know that right?”

You let out a sigh as you shook your head. You pulled your sister in for a hug, careful not to spill her drink. “I know. I just forgot for a little bit.”


You looked at the time on your phone. You let out a sigh. You knew exactly who it was knocking on your door at this time. You let out a sigh before you made your way to the door. You opened the door to find Harry standing at your doorstep, his hands in his front pockets. Your mouth set in a straight line before you crossed your eyes and leaned on the door frame.

“I’m sorry, love. I forgot.” Harry apologized sheepishly. You shook your head. “It’s fine. I should’ve known you had better things to do.”

Harry stepped closer to you. “Let me show you how sorry I am, yeah?” He was just about to place his hand on your waist before you took a step back. “I’m sorry, H. I can’t do this anymore?”

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed. “What?” You gestured your hands towards the both of you. “Whatever this is…was… I can’t do it anymore.”

Harry took a step forward again but again, you took a step back. Harry sighed, “If this is because of tonight, I’m sorry. I’ll be there next time. Don’t say things you don’t mean.” Harry was looking into your eyes, trying to get a sense of what was going on in your mind but all he saw was sadness.

You took a step towards Harry and placed a kiss on his cheek. “I’m sorry,” you whispered before you stepped back into your apartment. Before Harry could process what was happening, you already closed the door on your face.

You leaned on the door, your arms wrapped around yourself as you listened to Harry knocking on your door repeatedly. You tried to hold back the sob ripping its way through your body. “Love! What happened! What changed!”

You shook your head as your head hung low, a tear managing to find its way out. “I wanted more.”


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problemphan  asked:

listen.. could you make a list with all of Ryan's solo stuff? I got a new phone and my music didn't go through with the backup I did rip. Thanks!!!!

here’s a list of ryan’s non-panic! work:

2013 demos

the young veins

other

i probably missed some stuff, so feel free to add on!

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Tom had been your celebrity crush for as long as you could remember.

And when your best friend surprised you with tickets to his Nerd HQ panel, you were more than excited.

Quietly, you both sat in your seats. You listened to every word that fell from his lips, falling more in love with him. He was even better in person.

Once the first round of questions rolled through, your best friend was called on right next to you.

And that moment, when Tom simply glanced over at you, he was taken aback.

Sure he has seen beautiful women all the time. Almost everyday. But no one had ever draw him in so fast. And he didn’t even know your name.

“Before I ask my question, my best friend here–” she motioned to you. “Is a HUGE fan of yours, and has been dying to meet you.”

You felt your body stiffen in that very moment, your stomach churned. What the hell was she doing?

“So I surprised her with tickets for the panel!” She cackled. “I think I win best friend of the year.”

Tom couldn’t help but smile, scooting to the edge of his chair. Watching you as you were a bashful mess.

“May I talk to her?” He asked, gripping the microphone.

She practically shoved the mic in your face, flashing a cheeky grin.

You wanted nothing more than to run away, but you couldn’t. Especially since everyone, including Tom, were now looking at you.

“Hello, love.” He smiled.

You felt your stomach flutter just from the way he looked at you. It felt like a dream, staring into his eyes.

“Hi.” You said quickly.

“Well I’m glad to finally meet you–” he paused, looking at you quizzically.

“Y/N.”

His lips curved even more, his eyes never leaving yours. “Y/N.” he repeated. “I’m glad to finally meet you.”

“You’re welcome.” You teased.

For some reason, Tom wanted to get to know you. To know your likes and dislikes. To find out all the little quirks you have and figure out your different smiles.

So he let out a deep breath, and pushed his nerves aside.

“Look, I’m not wasting any time.” He said. “Life is too short.”

You furrowed your brows, wondering where he was getting at. But you listened to every word.

“So how about you and I go out for some ice cream tonight?” He asked. “Get to know one another.”

Suddenly, everyone had their phones out. They were whistling and laughing, while some told you to say yes.

Though you were at lost for words, you couldn’t believe what was happening.

“What do you say?” He asked again.

Tom decided to go on his knees, spreading his arms out, holding back his smile.

“Say yes!” People began to chant.

Your best friend nudged your side, snapping you back to reality.

After all these years of crushing on him, here you were, being asked out by the actor himself. You almost felt like pinching yourself, it was too good to be true.

“Oh come on! He’s already on his knees!” Zachary Levi cackled, standing up in anticipation. “Don’t let the guy down.”

You let out a soft chuckle, nodding your head. “I mean, I guess it won’t hurt.”

Everyone cheered and laughed. Zach went on about how crazy that whole thing was and basically called himself Cupid.

But you were too occupied, trying not to freak out while you looked at Tom. Who sat on his chair again, looking down at the floor with the biggest smile. He couldn’t believe what he had done, but the outcome of it was worth the humiliation. He would do it all over again.

And suddenly you realized, you are going on a date with Tom freaking Hiddleston.

“Caught Up” (Yugyeom Smut)

Originally posted by wonshu

Title: Caught Up

Featuring: Yugyeom (GOT7) X Noona Reader

POV: 2nd

Rating: NC-17

Summary: After giving Yugyeom an eyeful of your slinky undergarments, you use the incident as fodder to tease him, but the tease might have gone too far this time.

Requested by anon! I don’t know why it took me so long to finish this, but here we go!


“Noooona.”

That sing-songy voice rang out across the room and sent a cringe through your body. You absolutely hated when Yugyeom called you that, even though it was accurate. You were older than him, sure, but he had a way of teasing you about it that dug at you. You wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face when he said it.

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and never let me go

Warning: infidelity, internalized homophobia, unhappy marriage

(More warnings: Don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with being trapped in an unhappy marriage because of sexuality) 


Bitty slammed the door shut and threw himself into Jack’s arms. Jack, in turn, pushed him against the door and kissed him roughly, bodies melding together and moving in tandem. They don’t bother removing any clothes, despite the desperate way they’re grasping at each other, only focusing on kissing and kissing and kissing.

“No marks,” Bitty reminded Jack. “And we only have three minutes before you have to go and pick Sophie up.”

“Come with me,” Jack said, in between kisses. “We’re taking my van anyway, there’s more room in the back and I can take you to your meeting after picking her up.”

“Jack-” Bitty let out an embarrassing whine when Jack bit his ears softly. “Okay, okay. Okay,” he pushed him away. “We gotta go now.”

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❝ I didn’t want to lose you...  ❞

Plot: Jungkook thinks you are cheating on him but in reality it’s something else entirely.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Words Count: 2,5k+

Genre: Slightly angst / Fluff

For Anon, I hope you like it cutie! 

kyu.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

‘Okay and then move your leg this way, Y/N.’ A voice instructed.

‘Like this, Hoseok?’ You asked, doing as he said.

‘Perfect.’ A smiled adorned his face.

You and Hoseok took up residence at one of the dancing rooms inside BIG HIT. You had been perfecting some choreography with him since he was a dancing machine. Both of you practiced long and hard, but only when he had free time so that meant it was mostly in the evening or weird times during the day. The melodic beat filled the room as you both got into position, starting to dance. The dance was an intimate one, and one you knew your boyfriend knew very well. There was much holding and touching involved. Your body moved to the beat as you got lost in the music, finishing off you both panted just as your phone rang.

‘Hello?’ You answered, short of breath.

‘Jagi?’ A voice asked, ‘Are you okay? You sound short of breath.’

‘I’m fine Kookie,’ You smiled at your boyfriends concern, ‘What’s up?’

‘Are you busy tonight?’ He asked.

Seok threw you a towel, to which you used to wipe the sweat from your neck, ‘I am with Hoseok oppa.’

‘Again?’ You heard him whining and couldn’t help but chuckle at his childishness.

‘Yeah ummmmm, he is helping me with something.’ You lied, biting your bottom lips, ‘Listen I have to go, bye!’

With that, you ended the call and held the phone against your chest and let out a sigh. You hated lying to him, but you wanted this to be a surprise. You wanted to show him that you really cared about him and what he did. You were a pretty great dancer, but nothing compared to BTS. Pulling the phone away from your skin, you looked at the lock screen shining at you. It was a picture of you and your loving boyfriend of a year.

‘Why are you not telling him the truth?’ Hoseok asked, pulling you out of your train of thought.

‘Cause I want this to be a surprise.’ You reminded before pouting ‘Please don’t tell him? PRETTY PLEASE!?’

‘Aish, how can I say no to that face!’ The dancer grabbed you in a playful headlock and ruffled your hair as the both of you laughed.

Your friendship with Hoseok was something of a best friend and brother all wrapped up in one. He was always there to listen to you rant and willing to lend a helping hand. After another hour, you both finished up and you grabbed your things and headed home. Pressing the code to open the door, you walked in and removed your shoes before placing your bag down. Walking to the kitchen, you saw some food laying on the counter and you couldn’t help but smile.

‘You pabo.’ You chuckled, grabbing the stuff and preheating it.

Sitting down, you all but scoffed the food down. You hadn’t eaten all day and this food made your body feel a whole lot better. Placing the dishes in the sink, you walked to the bedroom and saw Jungkook passed out. You figured he wanted to spend the night here and not the dorms. Walking to the bed, you stroked his head before going to the bathroom. You left a trail of clothing leading to the shower before putting the water on and stepping in. The warm water soothed your muscles as you ran your hand through your hair, just as a cold wind hit your back.

‘You are so beautiful…’ A husky voice whispered in your ear.

You smiled to yourself, ‘Did I wake you?’

‘Yeah but I am happy you are finally home.’ His fingers travelled around your skin, ‘Why were you so late?’

‘I was busy.’

‘With?’

‘Things’

You trailed off as you got lost in his presence. You loved the way he made your body feel. Just his simple touch made your skin feel like fire. His hands rested on your hips as he massaged circles on your hip bones. You pressed yourself against him but your tired body refused to become active. Pushing yourself away from him slightly, you turned to hold his face in your hands.

‘Not tonight,’ You pressed your forehead against his.

‘Why not?’ He asked.

‘I am tired. Can we please just finishing showering and go to bed?’ You asked, looking at the disappointment in his eyes.

He nodded his head and allowed you to peck his lips. Both of you got out the shower, dried off and changed into some clothing before crashing on the bed. He held you close that night, as if he was going to have you ripped from his hold. Soon the night turned to day and you left for gym at 5am and left him alone in bed. This routine followed for weeks to a point where he was just spending his nights at the dorm.

‘Yah!’ Yoongi scolded, ‘Will you get off the couch and go outside like a normal human?’

‘I left the dorm this morning.’ The younger corrected, not even looking at the rapper.

‘Going to work isn’t ‘leaving’ the dorm, Jungkook.’ Yoongi scolded, ‘And show some respect when talking to your elders.’

‘Sorry hyung.’ He continued looking at the TV.

The elder just sighed in irritation and walked to the kitchen. He found Jimin and Namjoon talking about something that seemed more interesting then his dead maknae on the couch. Walking to the fridge, he opened it to grab a bottle of water before walking up to his other members. Jungkook remained in the lounge with a vacant look in his eyes.

‘What’s up with the maknae?’ Yoongi asked, opening the bottle and taking a long drag of water.

‘Beats me,’ Namjoon stuck his head out and spotted the younger on the couch, ‘He has been like that for weeks. He goes to work and then comes back and does nothing all day.’

‘What about Y/N?’ Jimin asked, ‘Surly he goes to see her?’

‘Not that I know off.’ The leader sighed, ‘I wonder what’s up with him.’

‘Here’s an idea, ASK HIM!’ Jimin smacked the side of the elder’s head, ‘What type of leader are you!?’

‘Fine fine, I am going. Aish this kid!’ He rubbed the spot that was assaulted, walking to Jungkook, ‘Why so down Kookie?’

The younger stood up and walked away from his leader just as he heard Yoongi shouting from the kitchen, ‘Has anyone seen Seok!?’

‘He said he is with Y/N!’ Jin shouted from his room, causing Jungkook to tighten his hand into a fist.

There was something that Jungkook was, and it wasn’t a jealous man. He trusted Y/N with everything yet he started to doubt the trust. Every time he phoned, she was busy or with his fellow member. Walking into his empty bedroom, he slammed the door and pulled out his phone. Hitting dial, he waited for the other side to pick up.

‘Hello?’

‘Where are you?’

‘Oh hey, Kookie,’ You panted hard, ‘With Hoseok.’

‘Why are you panting?’ He asked.

‘Oh ummm-’ The call cut.

At that moment, every possible scenario that ran though his head was that of his lover with another man. The idea of another touch your skin, kissing your lips or even pleasuring you in anyway caused him to build with rage. Grabbing his hoodie and mask he ran out the dorm. He drove to your apartment and waited there for you. Pacing up and down, the hours ticked by before he heard the door open and close.

‘Where have you been?’ He growled through the darkness.

‘Oh my god!’ You screamed, ‘What are you doing here in the dark!?’

‘Answer my question.’ He walked towards you as the lights switched on.

‘I told you I was with Hoseok.’ You removed your hoodie, ‘I did tell you this.’

‘Why did the call cut?’

‘My phone died.’

‘Are you cheating on me?’ He question blunt, causing you to chuckle, ‘Is this funny?’

‘Well your question is, yes,’ You smirked, ‘I am not cheating on you, Kookie.’

‘Then what!?’ He finally snapped, ‘You spend more time with Hoseok then with me. You never want to be intimate with me and I am fucking tired of having a RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR VOICEMAIL!’

‘I have just been busy,’ You shrug, ‘I am tired and not in the mood to fight with you. I have told you I am not cheating on you so take it as you wish. Now you either come to shower with me and then sleep or you go back to the dorms. Which do you pick?’

With that, he pushed pass you and slammed the door shut. You knew you should run after him and clarify this whole mix up, but you were tired and this wasn’t the first time he accused you of cheating. You were close to Hoseok, everyone knew that, but Jungkook had other plans floating about his handsome head. Sighing, you went to put your phone on charge before showering and sleeping. Tonight you were exhausted and the comfort of your bed had you drifting to sleep in a split second.

‘Where is he?’ The younger came bursting through the door, ‘WHERE?!’

‘Yah! Stop shouting you brat,’ Namjoon scolded, ‘Where the hell where you to begin with?’

‘At Y/N’s,’ He fumed, ‘You told me to leave the dorm, so I did, now where is Hoseok?’

‘I believe it’s hyung to you, mister,’ Said male walked into the lounge, fresh out the shower in some new clothing, ‘What’s up Kook?’

In a split second, Hoseok found himself stumbling back from an impact on his jawline from his maknae. It was a hard punch, but nothing to leave a large bruise or any damage. The elder’s quickly grabbed the younger before he could go in and add more issues to the situation. Jin held onto the younger who tired to break free from his elder’s grasp. He kicked and screamed, trying to get free from the hold.

‘What the fuck, Kook!?’ Hoseok yelled.

‘Are you fucking my girlfriend?’ He demanded, ‘Tell me now before I have to beat the shit out of you!’

‘What? No!’ He defended, getting to his feet.

‘Then why are you spending so much time with her and at the most random hours!?’

‘I ummmm we are just hanging out.’

‘DOING WHAT?!’

Hoseok knew he should tell the younger everything, but he promised you that he would keep this all a secret. A secret he was willing to keep even after being punched in the face. After much screaming, the members restrained Jungkook and all but locked him in his room to calm down. Namjoon checked Hoseok for any damage before they all went to bed with Yoongi letting the younger out later due to him needing to pee. The rapper all but warned him to not lay a finger on Hoseok as he slept.

‘Why don’t you tell him,’ Hoseok asked, ‘Like he did accuse you of cheating.’

‘Which he has done before.’ You placed your bag on the floor, ‘He will understand once this is all done.’

‘I guess.’ The elder sighed, pulling his cap lower and restraining himself from telling the tale of last night, ‘Ready to start?’

‘Yeah,’ You beamed, ‘The other’s gone home?’

‘I think so.’ He smiled, music blaring through the studio.

Meanwhile, a distressed maknae walked through the halls. He knew he should go home, but he was still pissed off. All day his hyung’s scolded him about wanting to kill Hoseok. Before everyone left, he noticed that his elder had booked out a dance studio for the night. Everyone else had gone home from his group so he figured it was a perfect time to get his proper answer. Walking down the halls, he bumped into Leehyun.

‘Not gone home yet, Kook?’ The elder asked.

‘No,’ He faked a smile, ‘I am looking for Hoseok, have you seen him hyung?’

‘Hoseok?’ He repeated, ‘I saw him in the dance studio a few seconds ago, he is with your girlfriend.’

‘Y/N?’ He asked.

‘Yeah, they were busy…’ The fellow lablemate trailed off as he saw that younger storm down the hallway, ‘I will never understand kids these day.’

Going back to his business, Jungkook stormed down the narrow walk way. He followed the noise of the music and was about to burst in, when he noticed the door slightly opened. The music had stopped and his eyes grew large in size as he saw you in the arms of Hoseok, with your legs wrapped around his waist. Both of you were panting and were about to speak when the door swung open with a loud noise.

‘So you are fucking her and you using the dance studio to cover up the noise!’ Jungkook accused, ‘Do you need me to punch you again, Hoseok?’

‘Fucking? Punching?’ You got out of the elders hold, ‘What are you talking about?’

‘Oh I see you haven’t told her.’ The younger fumed, about to lunge at his hyung but was stopped by you standing in front of the dancer, ‘Now you defending him!?’

‘WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!’ You shouted.

‘This!’ Your boyfriend pointed at you and Hoseok, ‘I know you are sleeping with him!’

‘Why the hell would you think that!?’ You demanded, before looking at Hoseok, ‘What happened last night?’

‘How about you remove that hat hyung, instead of hiding behind it.’ The younger smirked.

‘Jungkook punched me last night,’ The hat was removed and revealed a slight purplish mark on the dancer’s jawline, ‘He has this bizarre idea that I am fucking you so will you PLEASE TELL HIM WHAT IS HAPPENING!’

‘Oh god,’ You touched his jawline, causing him to flinch, ‘You are an idiot, Jungkook! I am not sleeping with him!’

‘THEN WHAT!’ He screamed.

‘Please tell him before I start having a phobia of him wanting to suffocate me in my sleep.’ Hoseok pointed out.

‘He has a point.’ The younger chipped in causing you to roll your eyes.

‘He was teaching me a choreography you idiot! I have been spending my free time learning the moves because I wanted to surprise you with it. I wanted it to do something we could do together and have you be proud of me!’ You explained as he stood there motionless.

The younger seemed to be paralysed as he heard you confess everything that now made sense in his head. The position he saw the two of you in now made sense and so does the late night sessions. He himself knew how busy the group was and that late evening seemed to only be their escape and rest time. He mentally slapped himself fifty thousand times before grasping you into a tight hug and kissed the top of your head.

‘I am always proud of you baby, not matter what you do.’ He whispered.

‘Yet you punched your hyung and accused me of cheating.’ You scoffed sarcastically, face smushed into his chest.

‘I am sorry, you know I am impulsive.’ He confessed, ‘I just didn’t want to lose you…’

‘And you wont, but you just have to trust me, okay?’ You asked, looking up at him.

‘I will trust you from now on, I promise and I am sorry.’ He kissed your forehead.

‘And no punching your hyung’s!’ You scolded.

‘And no punching my hyung’s….’ He repeated like a child.

‘Good boy!’

😭I Like You Okay? (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: You and Grayson have feelings for each other it’s obvious but you guys never came out to say anything to one another. You finally built the courage to tell him but when he was in an interview earlier when he was asked about you he said you’re just a friend and weren’t his type and it kinda broke your heart. So you kinda gave him the cold shoulder but he eventually realized and ended up confirming his feelings and idk give it a sweet and fluffy ending

Warnings: None

A/N: So This has 3 parts! The others will be posted soon! Sophie Kaczynski, is a character played on 2 Broke Girls and I felt the name fit for a model!

Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4

“Grayson stop.” I pleaded as he was tickling my sides. Grayson, Ethan, and I were hanging out today and we decided to watch Beauty and the Beast but about a quarter of the way through, Grayson got the idea to start tickling me. Ethan continued to eat his popcorn and watch the movie trying his best to ignore Grayson and I.

“Now why would I do that Y/N?” Huh?” Grayson teases as his finger press and curve into my sides. I giggled and tried to kick him off, except I kicked his cup off of the armrest and on to Ethan, covering him in soda.

“That’s it!” Ethan shouts and he stands up turning to Grayson and I. His white t-shirt now had brown wet splotches from the soda and oil from the popcorn. Grayson leans off of me and looks up to Ethan.

“Sorry about that E. You know how ticklish Y/N is.” Grayson points to me which I smack his hand away.

“Shut up Grayson. You shouldn’t have tickled me in the first place!” I argued back at him.

“I would do it again too Y/N. Don’t test me.” He teases at which he begins to tickle me again. This time he’s tickling more of my lower stomach regions which is one of my more ticklish spots.

“Stop it! Both of you! I’m so tired of this!” Ethan says storming off to the kitchen. Grayson and I exchange a confused look before we got off the couch to follow him.

“Ethan it’s just a little soda calm down.” Grayson says calmly.

“It’s not just the soda. It’s the constant third wheeling of you two. I don’t care if you two like each other, but fucking tell each other instead of making me third wheel everything. I’m tired of getting junk spilled on me.” Ethan peels his shirt off and grabs a washrag to dry himself off.

“What are you talking about? We don’t like each other.” Grayson defends as I feel my heart being ripped out of my chest. Ethan gives Gray a sarcastic are-you-serious look which causes me to chuckle. Ethan looks between Grayson and I and starts to laugh.

“Okay you two keep lying to yourselves, but I have eyes and so does everyone else. I guarantee you’ll be asked about Y/N tomorrow during our interview and ask if you two are dating or something.” Ethan claims as he throws his semi damped shirt back on.

“And I’ll say we aren’t dating. Simple.” I wish we were. I’ve liked Grayson for as long as I can remember. We’ve all been friends for about three years now and I just absolutely adored this man and part of me felt like he felt the same way. Ethan has never been this bold about our flirting, but hearing him say it made me realize he sees Grayson’s flirting too. Knowing that Ethan has noticed our flirting made me feel more confident to tell Grayson I did like him. Ethan scoffed and walked back into the living room.

“Okay while you two keep lying to yourselves, I’m going to go pick an outfit out for tomorrow. Y/N are you still coming to the interview with us tomorrow? I think Gray will be less nervous knowing his girlfriend is backstage.” Ethan teases us which we both rolled our eyes.

“Yeah definitely I’ll be there, if that’s still okay?” I asked shyly. I didn’t know if after all of the teasing that Grayson would still want me there.

“Are you kidding? Of course it’s okay! I need my best friend there because I might fight Ethan on stage.” Grayson wraps his arm around my neck and kisses my temple which creates butterflies in my stomach and leaves me smiling.

“Then yeah I’ll see you two in the morning!” I hugged both of the boys and they went to their apartment down the hall from mine. I walked to my room and flopped on my bed. My phone buzzed and I had a text from Ethan

Ethan👑: Yeah so Gray totally likes you don’t let anything he said tonight discourage you or anything okay?

Ethan knew I liked Grayson. I never even told him, but he knew. When rumors were going around that Grayson was dating Sophie Kaczynski, an instagram model. Ethan saw how I changed. I didn’t hang out with the boys as much as I did before. Ethan and I started to hangout more one on one and he just figured it out. Since then he’s been basically my best friend. Always looking out for me when it came to Grayson. I texted him back ‘okay no problem. See you in the morning’ and I rolled over and drifted off to sleep.

***

“Let’s go Grayson! I told you to pick your outfit out last night! We’re going to be late and the Uber is here!” Ethan hollers as we wait in their apartment for Grayson to get ready. Ethan was wearing a black shirt with green camo pants and a black leather jacket. I was wearing black ripped jeans with a the twins merch hoodie on. Anytime I went with them to anything I always made sure to wear their merch as a sign of support.

“I’m coming!” Grayson races out of his bedroom wearing a black shirt and a brown leather jacket with black ripped jeans. He looked so good. His hair was even up done in his famous quiff. “Nice hoodie Y/N.” Grayson says and I nodded. I wanted to tell Gray how I felt, but I wanted to tell him after the interview just in case things go down like him getting upset and not being able to focus or me getting upset and not wanting to be around him.

“Let’s go guys!” Ethan pushes us out the door into the Uber as we drive about 20 minutes to the building. The boys showed their VIP pass and I had to show my guest pass to security. We all raced up the stairs before we met with Ellen.

“Hey you guys! Are you guys ready? We’re on in two.” Ellen asks the boys and they nodded with excitement. “Okay you must be Y/N? Wow you’re even prettier in person than on their snapchat with the dog filter on your face.” Ellen says which makes me blush. Ellen called me pretty.

“Ellen! Less than a minute! Go!” A producer shouts before walking away.

“Alright boys let’s go. Y/N you can follow us just stay behind the stage okay?” Ellen asks and I nodded. Grayson looks back at me and flashes me a smile. I flashed one back at him which causes him to giggle. “Wait here.” Ellen says to us as she walks out on stage. She talks some and introduces the boys before they follow after her. They all sit down and talk about many different things. The warehouse, a tour, and what the twins were planning for 2017.

“We have a lot of great things coming this year. We’re so excited to share everything real soon. The warehouse is just the beginning.” Ethan says as he exchanges a smile with Grayson.

“Now what about relationships? Is that something that will be happening in 2017?” Ellen asks and I peep my head up to see their reaction. “Like Grayson let’s talk about Y/N. When will that be a thing?” Ellen asks as the crowd erupts with gasps. Grayson looks frozen, but he then starts laughing.

“Oh no no no no no no No! Y/N and I are just friends. Besides, she’s not really my type anyways.” Grayson was smirking while Ethan was not. He looked back to me to check if I was okay. I wasn’t. I swallowed hard trying not to cry. I could tell Ellen was sort of in shock too not knowing what to say.

“I mean you guys are always on each others socials. I just figured…” Ellen trails off.

“Yeah it’s because we’re best friends. Nothing more and nothing less. Just friends.” Grayson says sternly. His smile faltering to a firm line on his lips. I couldn’t do it. I needed to leave or else everyone would see me cry. I ran off to the exit and went outside. Not knowing what to do now. I texted Ethan letting him know that I was leaving. I called an Uber and waited about five minutes before one pulled up in front of the sidewalk.

“Y/N wait!” I heard Ethan shout as I climbed in the back of the Uber letting my tears fall down my cheeks.

“Where to ma’am?” The driver asks. I gave him my address as we started to drive. “Rough day?” He asks trying to make conversation.

“Yeah. I think I just lost my best friend.” I said as I wiped my tears with my sleeve.

Perfect

Originally posted by onlymorelove

Prompt: Based on the wonderful song by Ed Sheeran. 

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader

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Under One Condition (Grayson)

Summary: You and Grayson are in New Jersey visiting his family for the holiday season, and when Cameron introduces her newborn son to the family for the first time, you find yourself questioning whether or not it’s time to start your own family with the love of your life.

Word Count: 2,471

Warnings: Super freaking cheesy and fluffy. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Author’s Note: So, with all of the heartbreaking and heavy stuff I’ve been posting lately, I decided it was time for a change of pace and to give you guys a light, fluffy one shot, but I haven’t forgotten about “From the Dining Table”! It should be done by the end of this week, at the very latest. Also, if you haven’t heard, Eliza ( @prettybabyhazza ) and I are teaming up to complete part two of her “Drunk on the Mic” fic, so keep an eye out on our blogs for that! I hope you enjoy! Requests are open. 


“Merry Christmas!”

A sing-song of greetings float through the house as you and Grayson enter the front door of his parents’ home. You’re engulfed in hug after hug by extended members of Grayson’s family and you smile through it all, knowing that you’re not going to be able to remember everyone’s names as they’re rattled off to you, but you nod and say ‘hello’ to them anyway. This isn’t the first family gathering you’ve been to with Grayson, but it is the first in the seven years you’ve been dating that you’ve been introduced to all of his aunts, uncles, cousins, and more, and something about the small milestone causes your heart to sing.

Still shivering from the harsh Jersey winter, you unwrap your coat and scarf from your body, hanging them on the mount in the entry way. Being from the Midwest, you’re no stranger to the cold, but even the lake-effect winters you’re used to experiencing could have never prepared you for the bitter seasonal chill only found on the east coast. As Grayson’s family disperses and begin to strike up conversations with others in the house, the smell of ham and green bean casserole cascades down the hall from the kitchen and into your nostrils. You close your eyes and inhale sharply, not being able to remember the last time you had a true holiday feast.

“It’s Mom’s specialty,” Grayson leans over and whispers in your ear when he notices your excitement.

“If it tastes as good as it smells, I’m shocked you didn’t learn how to cook sooner,” you respond with a wink.

“Hey, I was stubborn, okay? And I didn’t exactly have a normal childhood; Mom wasn’t able to just sit me down and teach me at sixteen like every other kid.”

You shoot a sideways glance at him. “’Was stubborn’?”

“Okay, I still am stubborn. But you, miss,” he says as he pokes you in the ribs, “might be even more stubborn than me, a feat I never thought could be possible.”

“Excuse me! I prefer the term ‘headstrong.’ It sounds much less bitchy.”

Grayson chuckles and steals a quick kiss before gently taking your hand and leading you to the kitchen. As the two of you round the corner, your eyes begin to scan the room for the rest of Grayson’s immediate family. You quickly find Ethan slaving over a bowl of homemade mashed potatoes and sharing a laugh with his mom, who’s doubled over a cutting board, chopping up various vegetables and throwing them into a veggie tray. She has a hand towel draped over her shoulder, her is hair twisted back into a large clip, and as she makes eye contact with you, you smile warmly and envelope her into a hug.

“There you are! We were starting to think you guys ditched us.”

“No, no! We could never,” you state, your chin vibrating on her shoulder with every syllable. “The layover in Virginia took longer than anticipated, but we should have called to warn you. I’m sorry about that.”

She pulls back from the hug and reaches out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “As long as you’re here now, that’s all I care about.”

Grayson takes his turn hugging her while Ethan approaches you and throws an elbow around your neck, placing his lips to your temple lightly. You close your eyes at his touch and squeeze his hand dangling over your shoulder before unraveling yourself to grab drinks for you and Grayson. As an only child with divorced parents, holidays and family events were never made a spectacle and you often found a stronger sense of community within your closest friends than you did with your own relatives. However, once you started dating Grayson, you quickly learned that he and his family were a package deal, a gift that you weren’t expecting but wouldn’t return for the world. His parents soon became your own, and his mom was the one you always approached when seeking relationship advice or just wanting to have some “girl talk.” His dad was the one you called when you were stranded on the highway in the middle of nowhere with your first ever flat tire, and after talking you through how to put on the spare, he surprised you a week later by mailing a check to the home you and Grayson shared with “for your new tires” scribbled in the memo line. Ethan, as cliché as it sounds, ended up becoming one of your best friends and fiercest protectors. He was apprehensive of you at first, always trying to catch you off guard with hard-to-answer questions and making comments on the sly about no girl ever being good enough for his brother. It wasn’t until Grayson’s appendix ruptured in the middle of the night five years ago that you became close with Ethan; after rushing Grayson to the hospital, you called Ethan panicked and afraid, not only knowing that he would want to be there for his brother, but because you couldn’t fathom the thought of spending hours in the waiting room alone. When he arrived, he held you until you stopped crying, reassuring you that it was just an appendix, not a heart attack. It was in that moment, when Ethan saw the fear of potentially losing Grayson swimming in your eyes, that he knew just how much you loved him.

But, it was with Cameron that you felt luckiest of all. Growing up, a sister was the only thing you could have ever wanted; it was your only wish when you would blow out birthday candles and it the only present you’d ask for when sitting on Santa’s lap in the mall. It was also the only thing you had never been given. You would have traded all the trips to Disney World and all the cars your mom had bought you in a heartbeat if you could just have had a sister. Meeting Cameron, it felt like all your prayers had been answered. The two of you undeniably clicked, and you weren’t sure if there was one thing that she didn’t know about you. She was the second emergency contact you’d list on all of your medical forms after Grayson, and you were her maid of honor in her wedding last year. Pictures of the two of you doing everything together from going to hockey games to having sleepovers fill up your photo library on your phone, and she has a spare key to your house dangling on her car keys. Because the two of you were practically inseparable, your heart was absolutely crushed when you got the call last month that she was going into labor with her first-born son while you were overseas with Grayson on some kind of promotional tour for his latest video project. While her husband, Kade, had you on FaceTime during the delivery, it wasn’t the same and you felt like you had betrayed her as a friend. Because you and Grayson just touched down in the States last week, tonight would be the first time meeting your new godson, Carter, and you couldn’t be more thrilled.

After pouring glasses of eggnog for you and Grayson, you saunter over to the kitchen table to join the conversation he’s having with his family. You place the glass down in front of Grayson while he pulls out the empty chair next to him and you plop down in it before Ethan, who’s sitting across from you, throws his sock-covered feet onto your lap. You pat his shin, give him a wink, and redirect your attention to Grayson, who’s thumbing through his mom’s pictures on her phone. Picture after picture that appears are all of Carter in a blue cap, swaddled tightly in a blanket, staring blankly into the camera. These are all pictures Cameron sent you separately in the hours after his birth, and you rest your head on Grayson’s shoulder as he continues to thumb through them, making comments every now and then about how chubby he is and how fragile he looks.

Suddenly taking note of Cameron’s absence, you furrow your brows together and lift your head from Grayson’s shoulder, panning around the room to look for her. Ethan, who notices your confusion, shoots you a concerned look and you lean forward to inquire about her.

“Where’s Cam? I thought Gray and I were the last ones showing up tonight?”

Ethan pulls out his phone from his pocket and opens his thread of text messages from his older sister, skimming over them before finding the one he’s looking for.

“She texted me about an hour ago and told me that Carter wasn’t keeping down any milk, so she didn’t know if she would make it tonight or not.”

“Why didn’t she text me to tell me, too? She knows I’ve been waiting to meet him since we got back from Europe.”

Just as Ethan opens his mouth to respond, an all too familiar voice sounds behind you. “Because I wanted to keep Carter’s arrival a surprise!”

You whip your head around to find Cameron entering the kitchen, Carter’s portable car seat draped over her elbow, Kade following close behind her. You begin to squeal as you shove Ethan’s legs off of you and jump out of your seat to throw your arms around her. She gives the car seat to Kade, who starts to unbuckle Carter, before wrapping her arms around you and squeezing you in response. The two of you are laughing uncontrollably at the sheer joy of being with each other again, and as the rest of her family begin to stand up to greet her, you pull back to find her face.

“Oh my god, I’ve missed you so much, Cam.”

“Y/N, don’t even get me started on how tough this month has been without you. You guys will have to tell me all about Europe as soon as we settle in, okay?” She glances at Grayson before greeting the rest of the family. You approach Kade and give him a peck on the cheek before glancing down at Carter, who’s stirring and cooing in his seat.

“Guys!” Ethan shouts across the house as you bend down to scoop Carter up, “Cameron’s here! We can all eat now!”

Moving into the living room to avoid all of the commotion and chaos of over thirty people trying to feed themselves a Christmas dinner, you sit down on the couch and lean against its back, cradling Carter in your arms. Grayson follows suit, and soon he’s sitting next to you, one ankle crossed over his thigh, his arm draped behind you. Carter begins rooting, searching for a source of food, and you give him your finger to suck on before resting your head back on Grayson’s shoulder.

“He’s so beautiful, isn’t he?” you whisper to Grayson. “And you’re right, he’s the most fragile thing I’ve ever had the pleasure to hold.”

Grayson reaches his free hand out to stroke Carter’s cheek before resting it on your thigh. “He really likes you, Y/N. Look at the way he’s staring at you.”

You glance down into Carter’s piercing baby blues and are suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. With every blink of his eyes, the burning love for him in your chest only grows stronger and you find yourself involuntarily pulling him closer into you, as if to try and protect him from danger. Staring at this baby, at your godson, you come to the realization that if his life was ever in harm’s way, you’d sacrifice yourself for him in an instant, no questions asked.

Carter begins to stir, and you lift him up to place his stomach on your chest. You begin patting his back softly, and within no time, he drifts into a peaceful slumber, his head falling on your shoulder. You glance at Grayson, Carter’s innocence and vulnerability suddenly hitting you like a ton of bricks.

“You’re a natural at this, Y/N.”

Your eyes begin to well with tears at Grayson’s compliment. Scooting yourself closer to him until your sides meet, you mutter a desire you never thought you’d find yourself having before, but suddenly it’s so strong and so powerful, nothing in you can ignore it:

“I want one.”

“What?” Grayson shifts his body to face you directly, obviously taken aback at your statement.

You sigh, wrapping one arm around Carter and freeing the other to take one of Grayson’s hands.

“I know we’ve talked repeatedly about how content we are with it just being the two of us. We’ve been together almost a decade now and we haven’t really had to think about anyone but each other. This, the two of us, it’s familiar, it’s comfortable, and it’s safe. You make me feel safe, Gray.”

“So, why the sudden change of heart?”

“Just look at him. Kade and Cameron, they love each other so much that they made a brand-new human and brought him into the world. Carter, he’s full of love because that’s literally what he’s made of, and I love you Gray, more than anything else in the entire universe. You are my light and my warmth and my reason for existing. Imagine taking that and turning it into another being.”

Tears begin to spill over your ducts and as Grayson works to wipe them away, a grin breaks out on his face. “Our lives are going to change indefinitely. Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

“As long as I’m with you, I’m ready for anything.”

Grayson reaches over and begins rubbing Carter’s back softly. You notice that his eyes begin to darken, a tell-tale sign that the gears in his head are turning at maximum speed. He glances at you, and then at Carter, and then at you again before sighing heavily.

“You know, you’d make one hell of a mother.”

You smile widely before leaning into Grayson and locking your lips with his, careful not to disturb Carter. After a couple of moments, he pulls away and raises his eyebrows, indicative of him getting ready to speak.

“I’m absolutely ready to start a family with you, Y/N, but only under one condition.”

You cock your head to the side. “And that condition is?”

“I make you my wife, first.”

A tingling sensation takes over your whole body and you feel your heart beating faster than you ever thought possible. The entire room around Grayson begins spinning so quickly and forcefully that his eyes are the only thing anchoring you from spiraling out of control. You don’t know if you’re able to push out any words, but you try anyway, coming to the realization that nothing about your existence will ever be the same after this moment:

“You’ve got a deal.”