i totally did not gif this again WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

You already knew you were going to regret this decision from the start. But then again, you didn’t think it was right to let life move on without letting Harry know about the teensy-weensy, very little crush you had on him. You thought you had been subtle all these years, you thought you had your emotions all under control and that not even the FBI could figure out that you liked Harry. You didn’t know this, but you were very much wrong because everyone knew. Absolutely everyone knew about your feelings towards Harry, even Harry knew about your feelings towards him! Except you didn’t know that Harry and everyone else in the entire bloody world were aware of your more than little crush. (You had always been an oblivious person.) 

“You should buy dinner fo’ me first before dragging me into the bedroom, love.” You had thrown a house party mainly to celebrate the success of Harry’s new album, but also because you needed an excuse to get wasted so that confident Y/N would come out to play. 

“Hush. I just needed to talk to you about something. Something very, very important!” You smiled nervously, shutting the door behind you and trailing behind Harry to sit down on the edge of the bed. “I’ve kept this from you for a while now, and I don’t think it’s fair of me to not tell you. I don’t want this to make everything super weird between us because it’s a totally normal thing and it’s not even a big deal.” 

“I knew you were a secret agent. Who do yeh work for?” Harry joked, pointing a finger at you accusingly before squinting his eyes. Only Harry would crack a joke at a time like this. 

“I… I, uh…” Considering the fact that you couldn’t piece words together to form a proper sentence, you knew you weren’t nearly drunk enough to tell Harry this. But it was too late! You dragged him into the bedroom and made a huge deal about how you had been wanting to tell him something for a long time, so you didn’t have a choice left. Just say it! I like you more than a friend should. I like you more than a friend should. I like you more than a friend should. “I like you, but not in the best friend way, it’s more like the I-wanna-kiss-you-right-now kind of way.” Or you could say it like that. A+ for effort? 

“Oh, I know.” 

“And I’m sorry I didn’t let you know this, but I really wanted to, and-” You stopped midway through your little ramble, eyes widening as you looked up at Harry. “I’m sorry, you what?” 

“I know.” A shit-eating grin grew on Harry’s features before he was shrugging casually, reaching over to pick some lint off the duvet. He knew?? How did he know? You were sure you had been careful with the way you acted towards him but obviously, you hadn’t been a very good actor. Oh god. What if he didn’t like you back? Or what if he said he liked you back out of politeness? Harry was a polite person. He hated negativity so it made sense that he would lie to you about liking you. It was pretty obvious you had a million and one thoughts clambering around in your head, but you couldn’t help it! 

One thing you always hated about yourself was that you seemed to immediately shut off when someone expressed some form of affection towards you. You didn’t think it would happen in front of Harry, but it was definitely happening. You could practically feel your brain short-circuiting. Maybe if I tell him it’s just a prank he’ll back off. 

“Well, you don’t have to worry about it, because I don’t actually like you and this is just an elaborate scheme to-” 

“Y’know, I’m surprised it took you this long t’ tell me!” Harry clicked his tongue, pushing himself up off the mattress as he headed towards the door. “I figured you’d have to tell me sooner or later, but you really took your time, didn’t you?” 

“I-” 

“Because I’ve liked you for a long time, but everyone told me to wait for you to tell me, which was kind of torturous but thank bloody God you finally said something because I felt like I was going to explode!” Harry laughed lightly, twisting the doorknob with a click

“Um-” 

“Anyways, I’m gonna head down and see what everyone else is up to. I know you’re probably still processing everything tha’s happening but if I don’ see yeh down there in five minutes I’ll give you a proper spank.” 

“Harry, I-” 

“And I’m allowed to say tha’ cos we’re practically dating.” 

Well, that was easy. 

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Imagine finding Chris’ tattoo about you.

It was 1:48AM by the time you and your boyfriend got home from your cousin’s wedding reception. It had been an insane night filled with lots of booze and a ton of dancing. Both you and Chris had drunk and danced your way long into the night; there was no doubt your heads and feet were going to pay for it tomorrow. But it’d been a great night, the two of you- as always- had a lot of fun together. The two of you were so cute together that everyone- even the bride and groom- were a little jealous of your relationship.

Chris spent the entire wedding being a total sweetheart, there was an endless list of sweet things he did: he carried your purse for you while you went to the toilet, he accompanied you when you had to run around and greet family members you hadn’t seen or talked to since you were a little girl, he wrapped an arm around you and kissed your hair when you started getting emotional about the vows, he made sure you drank enough water and ate enough food to counteract the alcohol you were consuming because he knew you were a lightweight after two years of being together. Chris even gave you his too-big-for-you shoes towards the end of the night, carried your heels in his hand, and ruined his favorite socks- all because he knew your feet were killing and couldn’t bear to see you in pain. You’d lucked out with him, that was for sure.

Chris carefully stacked your heels onto the shoe rack before turning his attention to his shoes that you easily slipped off. He picked them up and slotted them into their respective spot on the rack before taking your hand and hauling your half-drunk ass upstairs. Your eyes fell on his favorite socks which were no longer a pretty cobalt blue considering he padded around on public grounds without his shoes protecting them. You felt terrible as you were responsible for murdering his socks; it was more than likely you could just soak and wash them, but your half-drunk ass didn’t think of that.

“I’m sorry,” you said and he glanced over his shoulder at you with a raised brow; he’d no idea what you were apologizing for. “I ruined your favorite socks,” you explained then pouted, making him laugh. “They’re all dirty and gross now, thanks to me.”

“They’re just socks, sweetheart.” He shrugged nonchalantly because he really didn’t care, “don’t worry about it.” He tucked your arm under his when you got upstairs, he chuckled when he saw that you were still beating yourself up over the socks. “You’re still a little drunk, aren’t you?” He squeezed your hand gently and led you to the bedroom.

“I’m very much sober,” you said with a lopsided grin that made him laugh.

“Okay, my love. Let’s put you to bed,” he pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

He sat you down in front of your dressing table while he went into the bathroom to get your makeup cleanser and cotton pads. “Think you can manage?” He quizzed when he held out the two items for you; you nodded and took it from him, turning to the mirror to start the tedious process of removing your makeup. “Now let’s get this off,” he said as he moved your long locks out of the way to take off your necklace for you.

“Hey, Chris?” You looked at him through the mirror.

“Hm?” He looked up at you after he successfully removed your necklace.

“Do you think we’ll ever get married?” You asked him and he immediately smiled.

“Of course I do.” He lowered your necklace in your jewelry box. “I’m just waiting for the right time to pop the question. I feel like now isn’t because of my contract with Marvel, I mean- I don’t want to have to leave you after just getting engaged. I kind of just want to jump into the whole wedding planning and post-engagement glow, I can’t really do that if I have to run off. So I thought I’d wait until after my contract with Marvel finishes, if that’s okay with you.”

“As long as I know you’re in it for the long haul,” you smiled, “I’m okay with anything you want.”

“Sweetheart,” he chuckled. “Of course I’m in it for the long haul, if I weren’t- I wouldn’t have asked you to move in with me and I definitely wouldn’t have added your name to the house’s legal documents.” You nodded in acknowledgement. “Are you sure you’re sober?” He chuckled again, lifting your hair over your shoulders and letting it cascade down your back.

“Yes, I’d be a lot worst if I were drunk. You should know that by now,” you said and he laughed. “The wedding’s just got me thinking about having one of my own. I know you’re in it for the long haul, but we just haven’t talked about getting married before so-” You stopped talking and began to mumble when you saw the smile he had on his face, “I don’t know, I guess I just wanted to hear you say it.”

“I’m going to marry you,” he bent over and whispered into your ear. “I am not going anywhere and neither are you.” He planted a kiss into your hair, “are we on the same page now?” You chuckled but nodded, and he smiled. “I’m going to change out of this, I’ll be right back to unzip you.”

“Okay,” you nodded and resumed cleaning off your makeup.

In the mirror, you caught Chris walking into the wardrobe. He stood half in, half out as he took off his blazer, tie, slacks, then shirt. You watched him with great appreciation for his amazing physique; he was a lot more than his body, but it didn’t mean you didn’t appreciate it. He caught you admiring him as he pulled a pair of track pants over his legs, he smirked as he walked over shirtless with his tee in his hand.

“Why don’t you take a picture,” he teased, “it lasts longer.”

“Don’t really need to take a picture if you’re here for the long haul,” you winked at him. He chuckled and started to pull his tee over his head when you caught a tattoo on the side of his ribcage that you’d never seen before. “Hold up,” you lowered your cotton pad and turned around, lifting his shirt to take a closer look at the unfamiliar tattoo. “When did you get a new tattoo?” You trailed your finger across it then laughed softly when you realized what the tattoo was; a date, 4/7/2015. “Aren’t you patriotic, Captain?”

“Not that patriotic,” he responded with a light chuckle. “This is actually for the first time you told me you loved me,” he explained and you felt your heart skip a beat as you lowered his shirt. “Remember? Fourth of July, you met my family for the first time?” You nodded, smiling; it was a good day. “We rented a place by the beach, my whole family came out and we had a huge barbecue bonfire type thing.”

“And we snuck away just before they let off the fireworks,” you continued and he nodded, smiling. “We went for a walk on the beach and I told you I loved you, a feeling you very easily reciprocated which was nice to know. I can’t believe you got that memory tattooed into your skin,” you gently poked the spot where the tattoo was, “you couldn’t just keep it in your brain?”

“Nope,” he shook his head with a smile that made your heart flutter. “Because that memory is far too important to me. Yes, it reminds me of the first time you told me you loved me, but it’s more than that.” You raised a brow for a more elaborate explanation. “It’s the day my life fell into place, Y/N. When you told me you loved me, it was like- all the stars aligned,” he admitted and you felt your eyes welled with tears of joy. “That was the day I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.” He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it gently, then chuckled against your skin as he said. “And the day my mom said she’d disown me if I ever lost you.”

“Yeah, right,” you laughed. “Lisa loves you way too much to disown you, even if you did lose me.”

“You clearly don’t know how much she loves you,” he smiled. “About as much as I do,” he bopped your nose. You lifted his shirt to admire the tattoo again when he released your hand; an act to which he chuckled softly at. “If you’re wondering when I got it, let’s just say it’s been an inappropriate amount of time for you not to notice.”

“Okay,” you laughed softly as you pulled your hand away, letting his shirt fall back over his abdomen. “I’m sorry I don’t notice every single tattoo on you, you have too many.” He chuckled, turning you around to unzip your from your dress. “But I know about it now and I absolutely love it.” Your dressed dropped to the floor and pooled around your feet.

“Mm…” Chris brushed his lips against your bare shoulder as his hands ran up and down your sides. “Does this mean you’re going to get a matching one?” You turned around in his arms and wrapped yours around his neck, smiling. “Or you know,” he kissed your neck, “at least something that pays me and our love some form tribute?”

“You know me very well, Chris,” you began as he pulled back to look into your eyes, “so you should know what my answer is.” He chuckled softly when you smiled, the both of you simultaneously answered, “hell no.”

Just one chance 

(Zach Dempsey mini-series part I)

Part II Part III

A/N: One about Zach YAAAY! I hope you like it and if you’re wondering there will be more parts of this one.

Warnings: English is not my first language.

Remember REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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I had noticed. I noticed how he hoped to find that piece of paper in his compliment bag hanging on the wall next to the rest. Hoping to find that someone had written something that made him feel a little better, he didn’t lose hope that someday that bag would have something inside, he didn’t care how long it took.

I had stopped looking in my bag a long time ago; it wasn’t like I couldn’t use some nice words even though they came from an anonymous source that I would probably never know who it was. I had stopped looking inside because I never got any notes, so I decided to stop wasting my time and to stop feeling bad every time I looked inside.

Nevertheless I was surprised that someone like Zach Dempsey didn’t get a hundred of notes, after all he was the star player in the basketball team, he was friends with the popular people of the school, he was always in all the parties and I knew girls liked him, still he didn’t get any compliments in his bag.

I couldn’t help to feel bad for him, so I gather my things very slowly to be the last one in the class and I wrote a note for him, which I left in his compliment bag so the next day he would have something.

I didn’t write a love letter or something like that, it was something pretty simple, something that would make him feel better for the rest of the day; we all deserve to receive compliments from time to time.

A few days passed since the first note I wrote him and I had to admit that I loved how he reacted so I decided to write him a couple more for the next weeks, but I didn’t make it a daily thing.

One day while I was running to class, considering that I was late to first period. I was looking in my bag for my book and being the clumsy person that I am I ran into someone, luckily for me I didn’t fall backwards, that would had been even more embarrassing.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking” I said as fast as I could while I bend down to get the book that I made that person drop.

I saw it was the biology book, the same one that I was looking for in my bag and when I looked to the owner I saw it was Zach and I thanked that it was him and not one of his stupid friends, because even though he hanged out with them Zach was so much nicer than all of them together.

“Don’t worry, are you ok?” he asked grabbing his book and smiling for some reason.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just really bad at walking without running into people” I joked putting my bag on my shoulder “I was looking for my bio book but it seems that I forgot it at home” I sighed “but it doesn’t matter, see you in class” I added walking to the classroom, I didn’t want to get even more late.

“Wait!” he exclaimed making me turn in his direction with a surprised expression on my face “we can walk together and if you want you can sit with me and I’ll share my book with you” I couldn’t help the frown on my forehead. Zach was definitely kind, but not to this level, he was socializing voluntary with me, someone who wasn’t even close to his little world or the people in that world, it was odd.

“Okay… thank you” I answered trying to sound convinced. He reached me and we started walking to class together “how it is that you’re late to bio? You’re always the first one there” I added realizing he was late to his favourite class.

When I didn’t get any answer I looked in his direction and I saw him smiling again, this time even wider. We got to class so I wasn’t going to get any response to my question.

The class went by as usually, this was one of the few classes I liked, I liked to consider myself a person of letters, but I was good at everything in general, even though I hated all the subjects related to science or maths, that’s why it was something unusual that I liked this one in particular and that was the reason why I was always dazed in the teacher’s explanations, but not this time. I couldn0t stop looking to Zach and see how he took notes of everything and how he knew all the answers to the teacher’s questions, even though he just answered them in his notebook and not out loud. I guess that being good at something not related to sports wasn’t “cool”.

Unluckily for me Zach caught me staring and I tried to hide my smile, but it was impossible, I just looked in the teacher’s direction and started to take notes.

“You’re better at this than I thought” I whispered while I was writing the things that I saw in the blackboard.

“That means you knew I was already good at this” he answered looking at me all the time.

That answer was as odd as the rest of things that were happening with him this morning.

“Well, we have this class in common, why wouldn’t I know you’re good at it?” I asked looking at him again.

“Just an observation” there it was again, that smile, the third time I got that smile.

The bell was close to rang when Mr. Porter came into the classroom and I knew he was there for me, I just had to wait to hear my name and see how everyone looked at me.

When he did it I looked at Zach, who was looking at me with something like surprise and concern. I just grabbed my things and followed Mr. Porter to his office.

“I know why you have called me here” I said before he could even start “and I just have to say that everything is ok, I’m fine” I added with my usual tone.

“Your parents don’t think the same, they seem really concern”

“well, they are parents, when you have kids you’re life turns into an endless hole of worries, but I’m fine, I don’t know what they’ve told you, but I know exactly how I feel, can I go now?” the bell rang, great I was going to be late for second period too.

“How do you feel? I’d like to know it so that way I can help you”

“Why do you want to talk about it? To make me feel bad? I’ve said I know how I feel, it doesn’t mean I want to talk about it”

“If you don’t talk about it you won’t be able to solve it”

“This is a waste of time” I said standing and taking my bag. I was in a good mood this morning, but not anymore, thanks to this stupid “try to talk about your feelings”.

“(Y/N) wait” Mr. Porter stood like he was going to follow me, but he didn’t, I walked out of his office without looking behind and I let a big sigh leave my chest.

I started walking to communication class when I heard a certain voice calling me; I turned in his direction with surprise in face again.

“Is everything ok?” Zach asked coming to me.

“Yes, what are you doing here?” I needed to know the answer to that question, because we weren’t friends, we just had a few classes together and now all of the sudden he’s worried about me.

“I just wanted to make sure everything was fine” when I heard how sincere he sounded I felt something I had never felt before, it was like something inside me was completed and I just smiled widely.

“That’s really nice of you” I mumble “Thank you”

We remained silence, I didn’t know what else to say and he looked like he wanted to continue talking, like there was something he wanted to tell me and just when I was about to turn in the opposite direction he talked.

“Would you like to go to Monet’s some time?” he sounded almost nervous. Like if he was exposed to a terrible danger.

I looked at him, confusion all over my face, I was trying to make sense to the fact that he wanted to go out with me, I didn’t want to think he was playing with me, like it was some kind of bet with his friends, that would be really painful.

“Zach… I don’t want you to misunderstand this, but… why?” his expression didn’t change.

“I don’t know, you seem interesting and I’d like to get to know you better” now I was totally amazed.

“Is this some kind of bet you want to win? Because if it is-“

“No!” he said stopping me “no, no bets” I think he realized then why I have my doubts “I promise you it’s nothing like that”

“Then why are you interested suddenly? We’ve been in the same classes since freshman year and we have never had a real conversation, we’re from different worlds and I know you’re nothing like your friends, because if you were I wouldn’t even be talking to you, but when you’re with them… I don’t know, you’re not like this, I guess…”

“I get it, I have a reputation, but give me a chance to prove you that I’m not like that, and you won’t regret it”

“I’ll accept if you tell me the real reason behind this interest”

He stopped for a second, maybe thinking if he wanted to talk about it or not.

“I know you are the one who has left notes in my compliment bag” I opened my mouth to say something, but words didn’t come to me, I was speechless, I didn’t know if I should deny it or tell the truth “You’re not the only one who notice things, you know? I’ve notice how much you enjoy when we are in literature, how you are in your own world when you are bored, how much you like animals” I was blushing by the second “you like bio even though science is not your favourite area and how you laugh even when the jokes aren’t funny at all”

I couldn’t believe how much he noticed me, I always thought no one looked in my direction and that was why I felt so comfortable doing my things.

“How… how do you know the notes were mine?” I whispered, trying to recover myself form the things he had said to me.

“Because I know you’re the only one who knows how much I like bio” he answered giggling “and in your first note you wrote how cute I look when I’m paying attention in bio and that you think I looked happier there than playing basketball”

“That could be anyone…”

“That’s what I thought at first, but you have confirmed my doubts today” he said laughing at my recently shyness “Thank you for the notes by the way”

“Compliments are necessary” I said trying to change the subject.

“Then what do you say, do you want to go to Monet’s some day?” I wasn’t entirely sure about this, I really wanted to believe him, but I couldn’t stop thinking that maybe this was just a game and I think he knew how insecure I felt “I get you have doubts, I just ask for one chance”

“Ok, I’ll go out with you” I said almost cutting him, if I thought about it more I’ll change my mind and I wouldn’t give him a change to prove he had good intentions.

His expression change suddenly, he smiled brightly and I tried to hide mine but it was impossible, I looked in other direction so he couldn’t see it, but I think my attempt was useless.

“I promise you won’t regret it” he said thrilled “do you want to go to the library? We are already really late to class anyways”

“Sure, and you can help me with something I don’t understand in bio” I said walking by his side to the library.

“Of course”

Not So Vanilla 

Summary: The reader is stuck in the friend zone with Archie but desperately wants out. She’s so in her head that she doesn’t pick up on the constant hints Archie drops, or even listen to what Jughead tells her. One party changes all that. 

Word Count: 5458

Author’s note: Okay this is my first Archie imagine!! Please let me know your thoughts and I’m sorry it’s long but trust me theres a lot of smut;) I want to write more Riverdale so tell me if you like it!

You were sitting at a booth in Pop’s across from your best friend Jughead, eating some fries and a milkshake. Jughead was in the middle of one of his philosophical rants about this small town and, “ All the damn secrets within it”.

Riverdale had been turned upside down ever since of the murder of Jason Blossom, and everyone was acting differently. Jughead swore something was up and suddenly your small group of friends turned into, “ Mystery Incorporated” aka the characters of Scooby Doo.

You were distracted from what Jughead was saying when you saw Archie walk in to pick up an order. The thing about Archie was that you were good friends, but you’d always had feelings for him.

The reason you never acted on it was because your other best friend Betty had been in a similar boat, and when she confessed her feelings Archie explained he didn’t feel the same way. Betty was incredible and if Archie turned down her you’d hate to see what he’d do to you.

Betty had moved on and actually started to have something with Jughead, but you still felt like by the laws of girl code it was a no go. Regardless you couldn’t help but stare and let your thoughts drift.

There was always something about Archie that made you think he wasn’t as “innocent” or  “vanilla” as he seemed. Maybe it was because you weren’t so innocent yourself, but that was something not a lot of people got to see.

The more you thought about it the more you realized Jughead was right, the people of Riverdale did have a lot of secrets. You were pulled from your day dreaming when a fry hit your face, “ Earth to (y/n) stop staring I can basically smell the angst radiating off of you”.

Rolling your eyes you threw a fry back, “ Come on Juggy maybe you’re just threatened that someone might have just as big of an imagination as you”. The Archie you truly wanted lived strictly in your imagination because in real life you couldn’t act on your feelings.

Jughead grinned, “  I have a feeling your imagination turns 50 Shades of Orange themed when you look at Archie, and I am NOT threatened by that”. He began to laugh, amused at his own joke leaving you sighing.

If there was anyone who knew just how dirty your mind could get it was Jughead, but that’s why you loved your friendship. You shot right back, “ Don’t even make me bring Betty into this it’s called a Betty Bomb for a reason and I wonder how she makes you explo-”.

Your sentence was cut off when Archie forced Jughead to push over, sitting down in the booth. Jughead sat there looking all to smug watching a blush creep over your face, praying that Archie didn’t pick up on what you’d been saying.

Archie picked up a fry, “ What were you guys talking about? Normal “this is all a conspiracy theory” stuff?”. Jughead went to open his mouth but you cut him off, “ Something like that…what are you doing here?”.

He leaned forward and sipped from the straw of your milkshake, a weird look in his eyes as he did so. Once he’d drank long enough he explained, “ Picking up an order for the ole man I swear we better do something tonight because if I stay in my house any longer-”.

Jughead intervened, “ You’ll end up like Jason Blossom?”. Archie laughed, “ Jeez Juggy that’s morbid of you…but I guess so”. You felt your mind begin to run wild thinking about what plans the night could possibly bring.

Jughead looked to you, “ You know (y/n) was saying the same thing earlier, she’s just dying to have some fun tonight”. Archie raised an eyebrow and a smirk formed upon his lips. He was intrigued, “ Really doll? I figured you were spending too much time with Jughead over here and going to the dark side”.

Archie had many pet names for you ranging from doll to princess, and they were all really outdated. That was the thing about this town and the people within; you could all be so old fashioned at the same time you were living in the 21st century. Each time he used one of his nicknames it made you core ache.  

You smiled, “ With everything that’s been happening recently I think we all could have some fun….distract ourselves from the current episode of Pretty Little Liars that we’re living in”. Both boys laughed, it was all too true.

You heard the clack of heels which only meant one thing, Veronica. She walked right over to the table after saying hello to her mom, “ Hello Archiekins and the rest of the rag-tag gang”.

Unlike you Veronica had no problem showing her feelings for Archie, and she walked right over Betty while doing so. Jughead sighed, “ That’s what we’re referred to as, the rag-tag gang?”.

She made Jughead push down again as she slid into the booth, making space for herself where there was none. Archie placed a hand on Jughead’s shoulder, “ Don’t worry Juggy, you’re the ragiest of them all”.

Jughead rolled his eyes, getting annoyed with the little space he had, “ You know I think there’s a limit for how many people can sit on one side of a booth…. yeah Newton founded it”. Veronica had put all her attention on Archie so Jughead’s comment went over her head.

Munching on a fry she asked, “ So what’s a girl like me to do on a night like this?”. Jughead made a face meant only for you and you couldn’t help but giggle. Betty was able to see the good in everyone, and she was the one of the few who could find it in Veronica.

Veronica had been a classic mean girl at her old school but was trying to fix her ways, with everyone BUT you. There was always this tension between you both, and it was all her creation.

In your life of sin all you truly needed was; Jughead, Betty, and Archie. When Veronica was thrown into the mix things became unleveled, but you hoped that you’d soon get to the bottom of whatever was causing it.

Archie looked to you with a smile on his face, “ Well (y/n) suggested we do something fun, and I say we embrace her wild impulses”. He finished his sentence with a wink and you felt your heart leap from your chest.

Veronica wasn’t as amused, “ You’re kidding right? She’s a total Janis not a Regina”. Archie rolled his eyes, “ I don’t know what’s worse Ronnie the fact that I understand that reference or you ability to forget it’s always the quiet ones”.  

Jughead choked on his milkshake at Archies comment, if only he knew. Archie patted Jughead on the back but raised an eyebrow at you, picking up on what had just happened. Trying to downplay things you laughed, “ Come on Jug you should know how to drink by now”.

After catching his breath Jughead replied, “ Sorry (y/n) I just had a revelation, maybe we should hangout at your house..won’t your parents be on a work trip”. You wanted to kill Jughead but instead just smiled.

Veronica grinned, “ Let’s have ourselves a little project x shall we?”. You shook your head, “ Uh how about more like The Breakfast Club”. She rolled her eyes but both Jughead and Archie seemed down.

Archie laughed, “ Anything that will get me out of the house I’m down, let’s invite Betty too”. Veronica tried to hide her disappointment, but both you and Jughead picked up on it. Smiling you replied, “ I’m sure Jughead would love another night with Betty huh Juggy?”.

Once again he threw a fry at you, hoping to distract from how red his face was. Veronica smiled, “ So I guess that means you pair off with me Archiekins”. You wanted to pour your vanilla milkshake over her head right then and there.

Archie looked to you, “ Sorry Ronnie but I think I’m going to have to watch over (y/n) tonight, make sure she actually has fun for once”. You grinned right back at him, and the thought alone made butterflies take flight in your stomach.

Veronica got up, “ Well I should be going, text me the details and I’ll grace you all with my presence later” she tried to hide her anger towards everyone else but shot daggers at you. Finally she walked away leaving you three alone.

Archie took another fry, “ I know Ronnie is trying her best to be a good person but I wish she’d respect my space”. You’d always thought that Archie was interested in Veronica, but that all just changed. Jughead gave you a look that said, “ I told you so”.

You spoke your mind, “ I wish she’d respect mine two I swear she has it out for me”. Normally you’d have stayed out of drama but you wanted to see how Archie would respond. Pop called Archie’s name meaning his order was ready.

Before leaving he took one last fry, “ She’s just jealous of you (y/n)… I don’t blame her”. With that he was gone. You thought you’d faint right then and there, did Archie basically just say you were better than Veronica Lodge?

Jughead crossed his arms over his chest, “ I believe there’s a certain saying for times like these…ah yes….I told you so”. You were too happy to be annoyed by his comment, your heart flooding with feelings.

Grinning you explained, “ Did Archie just say Veronica has a reason to be jealous about me? Veronica couldn’t be more of the classic “it” girl Juggy..”. Whenever you compared yourself to Veronica you always came up short due to your own insecurities.

Jughead rolled his eyes, “ What have I been telling you for weeks? Archie likes you (y/n) and Betty likes the idea of you both too”. You nearly choked on your milkshake….Betty knows? He continued, “ Look Betty and I spend many a night pondering certain topics and you and Archie are a common one….basically you have her blessing”.

You were confused, “  She really doesn’t mind Jug…you sure? I love Betty and-”. Jughead started to laugh, “ Let’s just say she’s been too preoccupied to care…”. A smile formed upon your lips not only because Jugheads sexual comment but that fact that two of your closest friends finally found someone who loves them back.

Jughead continued, “ And anyways Betty knew that Archie was just a classic school girl crush and that they work better as friends, but for you and Archie….”.   You were feeling so many emotions at once you felt you could explode.

Smiling you explained, “ I feel so relieved Juggy I was scared that Betty would be hurt if she knew how I felt about Archie! Oh god does this mean I have to actually act on my feelings now?”. You’d spent so much time imagining scenarios with Archie that possibly making them come true was scary.

Jughead grinned, “ Let’s just call this party tonight disney because-”. You finished his sentence, “ It’s where dreams come true”. You shook your head, feeling a mixture of uncertainty and excitement. Jughead called for the check, “ Come on (y/n) we have places to be, things to do, and a Ginger to make very very happy”.

Jughead used a suggestive tone while saying the words “very” because he knew how badly you’ve wanted to be with Archie. You placed down your half of the check, “ Well let’s see how the party tonight goes-”.

Your sentence was cut off by no other than Cheryl, “ Party tonight…is Pop’s suddenly handing out fortune cookies because this is giving me serious Freaky Friday vibes”. Just when one door closes another door opens, and you wouldn’t mind slamming this one shut.

The last thing you wanted was for Cheryl to come, “ Sorry Cheryl I meant to say our close get together, inner circle only”. She laughed, the kind of laugh you hear before someone pulls a trigger or drops a bomb.

Placing a hand on her hip she replied, “ Oh sweet naive (y/n) nothing in this town happens without me knowing, I’ll be there tonight and you’re welcome in advance”. She was gone as quickly as she had come.

Jughead shook his head looking up, “ He taketh as soon as he giveth”. Cheryl had the power to ruin this party on a biblical scale, locusts and all. Getting up you sighed, “ Let’s focus on the good for once Jug, like how Archie Andrews actually likes me”.

Getting up from the booth as well he placed a hand on your shoulder, “ It’s only been five minutes and it’s already going to your head, how the mighty crumble”. Rolling your eyes you walked out of Pop’s and made it back towards you house with Jughead.

Within five minutes you were already there, entering your empty house. Jughead spread out on your living room couch, “ When the cat’s away the mice will play”. That analogy painted a vivid picture in your mind, your house trashed.

Turning to him you laughed, “ Well I just hope the mice don’t go crazy…”. Jughead smiled, “ It’s going to be fine (y/n) the only people that matter tonight are; you, Archie, and Betty. The rest could be real mice for all I care”.

It felt good to have such a loyal best friend, Jughead really was like no other. Within a second your door bell rang and Jughead just had a grin on his face. Opening the door you realized it was Betty, with about three boxes of party supplies.

She smiled, “ Juggy here explained you were in over your head so your lifeboat has arrived!”. All you could do was giggle and just be thankful for how caring Betty was. She placed the boxes on the coffee table and clapped her hands together, assessing the situation.

Jughead held up a finger, “ Before we go off to battle I should relay the game changing drama that has unfolded”. Betty raised a eyebrow and sat down next to Jughead, “ Do tell Juggy”.

He looked to you and then Betty, “ We were at Pop’s and were visited by the three ghosts of Christmas, Cheryl the ghost of no other than Christmas past because no one willingly spends time in the present with her, Veronica the ghost of Christmas present because she’s somehow always in our lives, and finally the ghost of Christmas yet to come…Archie”.

Betty grinned, “ Now why exactly is Archie the ghost of Christmas yet to come?”. If Jughead wasn’t smiling like a madman before he was now, “ I’m passing the torch to (y/n)”. Betty was beaming with excitement and anticipation.

Blushing you explained, “ Well as per usual Veronica was being a bitch to me and Archie said it’s because she’s jealous of me..”. Jughead intervened, “ That’s not all our sweet little (y/n)”. Jughead was loving this moment because you were finally realizing that you were worth it.

He knew how insecure you were and he hated it, he wished he could go into your mind and rewrite each bad thought you had. Biting your lip you continued, “ He said he didn’t blame her for being jealous..”.

Betty let out an excited scream, “ OMG I told you Jughead!!! Archie totally likes (y/n) I KNEW it!”. You felt relieved to know Jughead wasn’t lying, she really was happy for you. Still you wanted to double check, “ It’s not weird for you Betty I don’t want-”.

She cut you off, “ Trust me (y/n) Archie was just a really intense crush for me before I knew what actually caring for someone felt like….and what it feels like when someone cares about you the same way”.

As she spoke she looked to Jughead and you swore there was a sparkle in both their eyes. You placed a hand over your chest, “ Awe you two melt my heart, as long as I know I’m not hurting you and you’re happy now that’s all that matters”.

Jughead scoffed, “ Now can you remind me why we tolerate Veronica, she not only has a thing for Archie but also has some weird vendetta against (y/n)”. He was right, you wanted to know why Betty still remained friends with her.

Betty smiled, “ Look Veronica is trying to be a better person, and when you try most often than not you also fail…but I don’t want to be a reason why she doesn’t try at all”. How could Betty be so compassionate?

You shook your head, “ But Betty she clearly has a thing for Archie and doesn’t even try to hide it and she knows what happened between you both!”. Jughead nodded his head, agreeing with you. He hated that Veronica clearly took advantage of Betty.

She just shrugged her shoulders, “ I know trust me I see it, but I know Archie doesn’t care about her. He wouldn’t support Veronica trying to get out the last of her mean girl ways”.

Betty continued, “ Archie cares about you (y/n) and so it doesn’t even matter how Veronica acts because he’d never act on it. She only wants him because he wants you (y/n) and soon she’ll get the hint”.

Shaking your head you replied, “ I guess Betty but it still irks me to know she didn’t even talk to you about it”. Once Betty set her mind to something there was no changing it, if she wanted to still see the good in Veronica than damn straight she would.

Jughead sighed, “ Oh Betty Cooper the world truly does not deserve someone as forgiving and caring as you”. He kissed her forehead after he finished his sentence and she looked so blissfully happy.

She clapped her hands together, “ Okay enough drama talk I think it’s time we get this party going”. Betty started to unpack the boxes which included things from plastic cups and snacks to a first aid kid.

You started to pick up around your house and before you knew it you’d spent an hour and a half setting up. When it was finished Betty smiled, “ It’s perfect, now we have to get ready”. Jughead looked himself up and down, “ This is as ready as I’ll ever be, you two can go get ready upstairs”.

You and Betty looked to each other completely giddy, it had been awhile since you’d gotten all dolled up. Betty had brought along a light blue dress and ballerina flats for herself. You decided you’d wear a short black dress that hugged your curves but flared out, simple yet stunning.

You paired it with a black lace choker and short black pumps and when you turned around Betty’s jaw dropped, “ You look so good (y/n) Archie is going to love it”. Betty did her normal makeup look and you did a gold smokey eye and pink lip.

Betty’s mood changed, “ I love it, but why are you so dressed up?”. You’d almost forgot to explain that Cheryl was coming, which meant the rest of the school as well. Rolling your eyes you said, “ Cheryl overheard us in Pop’s which means she’s bringing the entire school with her”.

Betty looked mad for a moment but shook it off, “ Who cares? All the matters is that something finally happens between you and Archie tonight and when you look like that how could he resist?”.

Laughing you hugged Betty, her kind words meaning so much to you. You did a slow spin, “ I guess I do clean up nicely huh?”. Looking at your phone you realized another hour had passed, making it nine o’clock.

Now that you were ready you and Betty headed downstairs, preparing for the possible arrival of any guests. Walking down the stairs you realized music was already playing and there were voices talking.

In your living room sat; Jughead, Kevin, Ethel, Veronica, and Archie. When you walked over to them Kevin whistled, “ Shit (y/n) you look good! If I weren’t gay-”. Veronica cut him off, “ But you are…nice clean up job guys”.

Betty smiled, “ Tonight’s a special night” and she looked to you and Archie as she said so. Archie smirked, “ You look really good doll, black has never looked better”. Jughead winked at you, hinting to Archie’s feelings for you.

You smiled, “ Thanks Archie you’re not looking too bad yourself”. He winked at you and leaned back into the couch. Kevin was eager to start the night, “ So when will our other guests be arriving?”.

Before you knew it the doorbell rang and Jughead said, “ Speak of the devil…literally we might as well be summoning the devil”. Opening the door you were greeted by Cheryl, and nearly half the school.

Cheryl smiled her fake smile, “ One keg in the backyard boys the other in the kitchen”. Stepping back you allowed everyone in, flooding your house. Cheryl turned to you, “ You look good (y/n) hoping to finally tie down Archiekins?”.

Faking a smile yourself you replied, “ Something like that…”. A strange look appeared on Cheryl’s face and you suddenly feared you’d fed her inner monster. She made her way towards the living room where everyone was sitting and placed a bottle of tequila on the table.

You followed suit, trying to brace yourself for whatever she had planned. Cheryl placed a hand on her hip, “ We’re going to play a good old game of truth or dare”. Jughead laughed, “What are we five?”.

Cheryl shot back, “ No Jughead we’re just a group of people that need to be forced into action right (y/n)?”.  You nodded your head hoping Archie wouldn’t pick up on what she’d been hinting at.

She continued, “ The rules are simple pick either truth or dare, BUT if either option is to much for you take a shot instead”. Looking to Jughead you didn’t hide your apprehensions, this could go really bad really fast.

Betty wanted to help, “ I’ll go first Cheryl” but Cheryl just shook her head. Grinning she said, “ Aw sweet Betty you’re a little to naive for this, the first round goes to Archie”. Cheryl winked at you before asking her question.

She smiled, “ So Archiekins what will it be, truth or dare”. Archie just looked at you and then giggled, feeling daring himself. He replied with dare and those around you roared with excitement.

Cheryl smirked, “ I dare you to choose who you’d rather hook up with, Veronica or (y/n)”. You felt your heart stop beating and you just looked to Jughead and Betty, too paralyzed to do anything else.

Archie didn’t hesitate, “ (y/n)” and he winked at you. You never wanted him more than in that moment, and the rest of the room roared again. Cheryl turned to you, “ Do I have to dare you to kiss him or are you going to give the boy what he wants?”.

You bit your lip unsure of what to do but then you remembered what Jughead and Betty had told you, “ All that matters tonight is you and Archie”. Both Jughead and Betty were trying to hold in their excitement, but were miserably failing.

Summoning up the courage you extended a hand to Archie, “ Now or never Arch”. He took your hand in his and let you lead the way, beaming with excitement. You lead him upstairs and did your best to ignore the comments and cheering from everyone else.

When you got upstairs you lead him to your room closing the door behind you. You stood there unsure of what to do next, and he picked up on it. He picked your chin up with his fingers, “What’s the matter doll?”.

You told the truth, “ Are you sure you like me because-”. He cut you off by placing his lips on yours, he tasted lightly of cinnamon. As he kissed you his hands explored your body, roaming up and down your curves.

He began to kiss your neck and whispered into your ear, “ I’ve wanted you for so long (y/n) you don’t even know”. It sent shivers down your spine and caused goosebumps to appear all over your skin. Archie brought his head up to face you again, “ Talk to me doll, let me know what you want”.

He dragged down your bottom lip with his thumb begging you to speak. You barely got it out, “ I want you Archie”. Your words caused a smirk to spread across his face and his eyes to light up. Licking his lips he replied, “ Good girl”.

Archie lead you to the bed and you were now straddling him. He rested his hands on your hips and you began kissing again. This time his tongue explored every inch of your mouth, he needed more.

As the kiss intensified your grinded your hips against him earning a groan from him. Archie started to kiss down your neck until he found that magical spot and sucked, “ God Archie”. You felt him smile against your skin, proud of how good he could make you feel.

You groaned again when you felt how hard he was, your confidence growing. His fingertips brushed your upper thighs and he started to push up the hem of your dress, his touch sending waves of need to your core.

He whispered into your ear again, “ You look so damn good in that dress doll, but you’d look even better out of it”. It was your turn to smile and you leaned back, beginning to take off your dress. Archie sat there watching you with lust filled eyes, completely in awe.

Slowly you pulled your dress over your head and off of your body keeping eye contact the entire time. Archie was biting his lip trying to hold back from taking you right then and there. When it was off your body you grinned, “ Your turn”.

He smirked, “ Fair is fair (y/n)” and he took off his shirt. Leaning forward you rested your hands on his chest as he took off his pants. Grinning you said, “ Working for your dad this summer did have it’s benefits”.

There was barely anything separating you from Archie and you felt how hard he was. Archie leaned forward and kissed the valley between your breasts, coaxing you to undo your bra. Taking the hint you unclasped it from behind, the cold air making your nipples erect.

He began to suck on your left breast, “ God you’re beautiful (y/n)”. As he swirled his tongue around your nipple you moaned his name loudly, making his erection grow even more. Your voice was shaky, “ Archie I need you”.

Archie took his mouth off of your nipple and instead massage your breast, “ All I needed to hear (y/n)”. He slid down his boxers and you took off your panties, now nothing separated you both. Archie bit his lip, “ So fucking beautiful”.

He positioned himself at your entrance, pausing to make sure you truly wanted this. Looking down you saw a different look in his eyes possibly love, “ I want this so bad Archie…I want you”. He smiled and kissed you passionately, crashing his lips into yours.

Archie finally entered you, slowly letting you adjust to his size. You were still straddling him and feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure you rested your head in the crook of his neck. Archie felt your walls tightening around him, “ God (y/n) this feels so good”.

Feeling more confident you started to rotate your hips, moving back and forth. Archie groaned, “That’s it doll…fuck”. His hands gripped your hips guiding your body to move perfectly with his.

It felt so wonderful to be so in sync with him and you started to moan his name. You began to kiss his neck, leaving marks resembling the ones he’d left on you. You’d never felt anything like this, being this close with someone both emotionally and physically.

Maybe it was because the beginning of this year had started with death that you felt this exact moment represented so much more. The both of you had stopped letting things get in the way and were truly living.

He groaned, “ You feel so good (y/n)” and you felt him starting to thrust his hips up. Your bodies were moving together as you started to bounce up and down. Feeling him enter in and out of you was all too much.

Each time he entered fully into you he hit your g-spot, and you felt your orgasm coming. Archie felt it two, “ Fuck (y/n) I’m going to cum”. His thrusts got even quicker, pushing you closer.

Your face was still in the crook of his neck, “ I wanna see your face baby”. Moving your head you made eye contact with him and saw his lust blown pupils. Leaning forward you kissed him, intensifying the moment.

Picking up the pace you went faster as well, needing to reach your climax. Archie took his lips off of yours and moaned loudly, this all too much. He barely got it out, “ Cum with me (y/n)”.

His words pushed you over the edge and you felt your orgasm shake throughout your entire body. Suddenly every nerve in your body was on fire from the amount of pleasure you felt. Your eyes closed shut trying to handle everything you were feeling at once.

You felt Archie twitch inside of you as his orgasm washed over him. You both moaned each other’s names, it was the only thing your brains could process. He held onto your body tightly and you felt him shake beneath you.

The both of you were lost in the moment, neither of you had felt something like this before. You rested your head in the crook of his neck again, “ Fuck Archie that was amazing”. He turned his head and kissed your forehead, a huge smile on his face.

Suddenly he shifted so you were now on your back and he was hovering over you, propping himself up with his elbow. Looking down at you he grinned, “ I can’t believe we waited so long…”.

As he spoke with his free hand he dragged his fingertips lightly down your body, sending shivers down your spin. Smiling back you replied, “ I always knew there was another side to you Archie Andrews”.

Biting his lip he replied, “ And you’ve barely explored it”. The entire mood shifted and you suddenly felt extremely needy again. He winked, “ Don’t worry (y/n) I’m not done with you yet”. He placed his lips lightly on yours, wanting to take his time.

You ran your hands through his bright orange hair making him groan, and you felt him smile. He pulled his head back, “ And I always knew there was another side to you doll, and I want to take my time exploring it”.

Biting your lip you imagined what that would mean for you both. Before you could continue there was a loud banging on the door, “ Wrap it up love birds, the sheriff is busting this popsicle stand”.

You both started to laugh knowing by the phrasing it was no other than Jughead. Archie yelled back, “ Way to ruin the moment Juggy!”. The both of you started to get dressed, and you wished you could lay your bed with him forever.

Jughead yelled back, “ Trust me Archie I heard you were finished, I’m not ruining anything!”. You heard him laugh from the other side of the door, proud of his own joke. When you were finally dressed Archie pulled you close again, “ Because I got cutoff, I really like you (y/n) and although you make me fucking explode by just thinking about you I want more than that”.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach again, “ I really like you two Archie…for more than just how hard you can make me cum”. He started to laugh and you knew you were falling in love with him, but you didn’t know he was falling in love two.

Jughead yelled again, “ You’re going to want to get down here and talk to the sheriff with Kevin because I’m pretty sure you won’t be able to fool around if (y/n) is grounded for life”. Archie kissed your forehead again before leading you outside of your room.

Jughead went to open his mouth but you cut him off, “ No more comments Juggy, I’m too worn out for that”. Jughead’s jaw dropped, feeling extremely happy for you but also shocked. You didn’t care that you’d have to talk to the sheriff, Archie Andrews was now yours and that’s all that mattered.

A post about the show 13 reasons why and why I don’t like Hannah Baker.

By the end of the first episode I really didn’t like Hannah. This didn’t change, not even when I felt emphaty. I’m really sorry if I’m one of the bad guys, I’m really sorry if I end up offending someone. But, remember, I’m a flawed person too. A person who needs to write her thoughts now.

The tapes: for me, revenge. As I see it, the tapes were Hannah’s way to get revenge on everyone who hurt her. They were not about explaining, making people understand, showing how people change. No, they were about payback and haunting. And if you want to tell me otherwise, I’m all ears. People told me she wanted to leave an explanation. She didn’t. Because the ones who deserved the explanation more than anyone were her parents, yes, the ones who were broken in a million pieces after her death. In fact, I cannot forgive Hannah Baker for killing part of her parents when she died in that bathtub.

Justin: we learn how Justin started everything, everything that lead her to her death. Yeah. But we also see how messed up his life was. The reason for him to act like an idiot. I grew fond of Justin. I understood him in some ways. I cannot defend him, I cannot say it was OK, none of it was. He did terrible things but in the end… He was so troubled I don’t think he could distinguish between right and wrong at any point. I feel weird cause, after all he did to Hannah and Jess, I have the strange emphaty towards him. Maybe I’m like him in some way, maybe I’m the kind who allows things to happen.

Jess: Jess was wrecked by the tapes. She went through hell. And maybe she wasn’t a good friend. But neither was Hannah. Telling everyone how Jess got raped and couldn’t even remember it was not fair at all. Saying Jess destroyed the friendship by herself was low. And I’ll defend Jess, yeah, cause no one did, cause Hannah pointed her finger but, apparently, she didn’t fight too hard to keep the friendship. Also, friends come and go, I’m sorry to say. And you cannot, ever, blame someone for your suicide because this person grew apart and couldn’t be a real friend to you for too long.

Zach: shit with Zach was weird, I’m gonna defend him too. He had things of his own, and he really liked her, apparently, she didn’t give him a chance. And he wasn’t mean to her cause he “didn’t get what he wanted”, he was mean in response to her being an asshole, too. So, Hannah can be hurt and be an idiot, but if the others do the same, they are monsters?

Marcus: total asshole. Tipical teenager. He didn’t care much. But he didn’t deserve to be tormented either.

Sheri: wtf? She did one thing wrong and this is proof the world is fucked up and a reason to kill yourself? The girl was nothing but kind and was ate by guilt before and after the tapes, did she deserve to be haunted like this? I don’t think so.

Courtney: one more that was judged because she wasn’t a real friend and didn’t want to be so, either. Can you blame her? No. She wasn’t true to herself? Maybe. Who am I to judge? Who was Hannah? Courtney was an idiot but she didn’t deserve to be exposed.

Ryan: another idiot, yes. Bad behaviour, selfish and all. Does he deserve to live his life thinking he was a reason for someone to commit suicide? I don’t think so. He deserved to pay for his actions, he deserved to know he acted wrong. But in the end he was just an idiot who didn’t try to destroy her in any way.

Tyler: the one who really needed some therapy. He was always bullyed and laughed at, even by Hannah. He had some real problems and carrying responsibility for her suicide would lead to some things that are much bigger than what was already shown. So, this is just an example of the consequences of the tapes.

Bryce: didn’t get to listen to the tapes. We never learn why Bryce was like he was. We never see him being punished and Hannah punishes everyone but him. So Clay has to do it for her. She wanted someone to fight for her and that I understand, mainly because I cannot imagine how she felt. Do I blame Bryce? For many things, yes. For her suicide? No. Because she doesn’t put all the blame in him. He’s not the last drop so at some point she thought she could handle things in a different way, she didn’t.

Mr Porter: he was not more than a counselor, and he cannot carry responsibility for her suicide. Was he good as a counselor? Probably not. Was he useful? Not at all. Everyone is fighting their own battles day after day, he was too, and that’s why he wasn’t there for her. How could he know? Can he be guilty because he gave a crappy advice and didn’t go after her like she wanted? I don’t think so. She left. That’s on her.


Clay: she put Clay through hell, for what? FOR WHAT? he felt like crap, he felt guilty, he faced some shit he clearly didn’t deserve to. So, why? Listening to the tapes was pure torture to Clay. She affected him for good and that doesn’t seem fair at all. She put him in danger, a danger he didn’t deserve. Torturing Clay was low, and I cannot accept it, I cannot like Hannah Baker when I know she was totally aware of how bad the tapes would hit Clay.

Alex: the ultimate consequence… The list was a childish stupid shit to do, yes. Going to the boy’s locker room was too. Why did she do that? She wasn’t allowed there and it was obvious they would talk even more after that. Blaming him for destroying Hannah and Jesse’s friendship? Unfair and stupid. Alex was a thunderstorm, he had so much going on inside his head, he couldn’t even handle Hannah’s thunder, or anything else, to be honest. I would have liked to learn more about him… After all, Hannah’s suicide lead to his. So, are we to blame Hannah the way she blamed him? Alex couldn’t handle the pressure, the guilt and he gives all the signs, he silently walks to his death and noone sees it, no one cares. So what good did the tapes do? They didn’t prevent anything, on the contrary, they lead to destruction and more and more pain. Hannah wanted to be a ghost seeking revenge and she got it.

The parents: the ones who are fucked up without doing anything, without stupid tapes to explain shit. The main reason why I can’t stand Hannah is the fact that, when she killed herself, she was gone, the pain was gone, and exactly at this moment her parent’s worst nightmare began. She didn’t think of them. She didn’t leave a note for them. She dedicated her last week to torment all the kids at school but not a word for her parents. Her mother’s desperation crushed me. She killed herself but she broke them, in a million pieces, never to be put together again. Can you tell me that’s not selfish? Not even a little? I just cannot forgive something like that, because finding your kid dead in the tub is pretty much the worst thing a parent can face.

Edit: if you don’t agree and GET MAD at me, please don’t reply. If you agree or don’t and want to reply with your own non-aggressive opinion, please reply. Edit 2: in case you didn’t understand, I don’t judge the reasons for which she killed herself, I don’t dislike her because of that. I just don’t like the tapes themselves and the apparent reasons for which she left them.

“Good morning!” You chirped, tossing your hair up into a ponytail as you made your way down the stairs. You let out a small grunt before stretching your limbs out a little, obviously still sore from last night. You had hickeys littered on your skin, your legs felt a wee bit number than usual - Overall, you kind of just looked and smelled like sex. Of course, you didn’t want to let Harry find out about the fact that you were hobbling around rather than walking. He would always get so confident (you couldn’t blame him for that - he was really good in bed, after all) and would make cheeky little remarks reminding you of how hard he had- 

“Morning, love. Sleep well?” Harry turned around to glance at you, smiling lightly at the fact that you were wearing practically nothing but one of his shirts. 

“Slept like a baby. You?” You asked, wrapping your arms around him from behind with your chin propped up on his shoulder as he made his morning tea. 

“Same, same.” Harry hummed, turning slightly to press a chaste kiss to the side of your head. This was routine for you two whenever it was the morning after. Harry would wait, and wait, until he had an entrance to bring up the amazing sex you guys had the previous night. It was just fun to see your cheeks brighten and your eyes widen whenever Harry talked about all the different ways he had ravaged you. You had caught on, of course. Sure, you knew it was fun and games for him, and as much as you loved Harry, you hated when he’d tease you. That was why this morning, you’d try your best to show that you were perfectly fine. 110% totally, completely fine. Even if you couldn’t feel your legs. 

“Did you want cereal or anything?” You hummed, opening the cabinets up to look at the array of cereal boxes. 

“Cornflakes would be nice, I suppose.” Harry shrugged, sitting himself down at the counter as he watched you shuffle around. As you got up on your tip-toes to grab the box in the cabinets, you immediately winced, feeling your legs tremble beneath you. 

“You, uh, you sure you don’t want anything else? I could make you some scrambled eggs or something. Toast, even?” You cleared your throat, letting out a short breath as you squeezed your thighs together. Harry raised an eyebrow while bringing his mug of tea up to his lips. 

“I.. No, no. Tha’s alright. Cereal should be fine.” Harry paused for a moment before speaking up again. “Actually, can yeh get the Cinnamon Toast Crunch? It’s on the top shelf.”

“You don’t usually go for Cinnamon Toast Crunch.” You quipped, glancing towards the top shelf. The thought of having to get on your tip-toes for more than a millisecond was already making your legs tremble again. 

“I know. I jus’ feel like it, though.” Harry grinned, hiding his smile behind his mug. “Yeh alright, love? S’almost like yeh don’ want me t’ eat the cereal.” 

“Only cos the Cinnamon Toast Crunch belongs to me. You don’t like sugary stuff.” You said, almost a little too quickly. “You know what? Fine, you can have some. I’m feeling generous this morning.” 

As you looked up towards the cereal, it felt like it was far, far away from your grasp. You spent about 10 seconds staring at the cereal before a hand shot up from behind you, Harry nabbing it for himself with his other hand clasping your waist. You jumped in surprise, immediately turning around only to be met with Harry’s smug face. 

“Could’a asked me t’ help next time, Y/N.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m perfectly capable of doing things myself without your help.” 

“That wasn’t the case last night, love. But you keep tellin’ yourself tha’.” 

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I just love you so fucking much

(Zach Dempsey mini-series part II)

Part I Part III

A/N: Here you have a second part, I think I’m going two more parts (like a mini series) so enjoy it :)

Warnings: English is not my first language.

Words: 1.793

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Masterpost


It had been almost four months since Zach asked me out that wonderful day and I’m glad to say that I made the right decision because being with him was the best thing that had happened to me in a long time.

I already knew how kind he could be, but now it was something totally different, he made me feel like if there were no one else in this world but us, he always had a compliment for me in the mornings and the thing I liked the most was that he never tried to hide our relationship, in fact, there were times that it looked like he wanted everyone to know that we were together.

Nevertheless I didn’t like spending time with his friends, I have to say that Alex was my favourite and we used to talk in school, Justin was better than I expected, Monty thought he was better than everyone else and I didn’t even want to see Bryce, having him around made me feel uncomfortable.

Even though everything was ideal there was something around my head lately and it was the fact that we hadn’t done it yet. There had been so many opportunities, but we didn’t make it to the end.

We were taking things slowly and I loved it because that was one of the reasons why our relationship was drama free, bit when it came to that particular thing I couldn’t help but feel bad with myself because it was always him the one who avoided the situation and I knew he had been in other relationships and one night stands, so I couldn’t understand why he didn’t want to have sex with me.

“Oh come on love” he begged pulling my hand backwards in his direction so I could face him “come to the party, you never come to any of them” he was making a puppy face, something he knew that always worked.

“Maybe because I don’t like parties and because you always get drunk” I answered trying to stay firm.

“I promise, if you come I won’t drink a single cup” he said lifting his hand, like he was doing an oath.

“I don’t know Zach… I don’t feel like going to a party” I stopped looking at him and I lowered my tone “but that doesn’t mean you can’t go and have fun”

If there were something I wanted to avoid that was being a possessive girlfriend, one who deprives his boyfriend of things if she’s not involved, I didn’t want to make Zach stop having fun because of my insecurities.

“I would have fun if you were there” I looked at him in the eyes again, with all the love I had to give him with just a look and he brought his lips to mine immediately.

“I’m going to be late for math” I mumble between kisses.

“Then I’ll see you later” he said before giving me another kiss in my lips and other in my forehead, he let my hand go and left for his next class.

I walked to math where I sat with Alex, which wasn’t a great help because neither him nor me were good in this class.

While we were doing the exercises the teacher had said, and I had to say I was trying really hard to understand something in that paper, Alex talked.

“Are you going to tell me what the matter is?” I lifted my head to look at him, I didn’t get what he was talking about “You’re awfully quiet today and what’s even worst, you’re trying to do this exercises, something is really wrong” I sighed, resting my back in the chair; I didn’t think it was so obvious.

“Normally I wouldn’t say this to anyone, I’m not that kind of person who talks about her private life, but since you know Zach longer than me, maybe you can help me with something” I lowered my voice so no one could hear us, even though we were sitting at the back of the class.

“I’m listening”

“The thing is… Zach and me, we haven’t… you know” I didn’t want to say it out loud, but he got what I was trying to say “and it’s always him the one who makes some excuse to avoid the situation and I’m losing my mind trying to find a reasonable answer”

“Have you asked him?” he said it as if it was the most obvious thing to do.

“Of course no, I don’t want to scare him or something. I mean, it’s Zach, why wouldn’t he want to do it? I know his history perfectly”

“Do you think he’s cheating on you?”

“What?!” I exclaimed in a whisper “Not until now, thank you Alex”

I didn’t want Alex’s words to get to me, but unfortunately it was too late, they were setting a camp in my head and taking control of my insecurities.

“I’m sorry, I thought you were trying to say that” I couldn’t be mad at Alex for suggesting that, I’m sure that’s the first thing you think about in a situation like this.

The bell rang and I got my things really quick to get out of there before Zach came to pick me up like he always did between classes.

I didn’t want to overreact because I hated when that happened, but I couldn’t help the feeling inside me telling me to go home, so I listened to it and I left without saying a word.

There were no one at home, so I went upstairs to my room and once I was there I let myself fall on my bed with my hands on my face, like if that could make reality disappear, I was making a big deal of this.

My phone rang again, it’s been ringing since I left, calls and messages form the same person, Zach. I hadn’t read the messages, but I could imagine he wanted to know where I was and what was going on and as much I wanted to avoid the situation I couldn’t do it forever, so I took my phone and I read the messages, replying to them just with “I’m home.”

I didn’t get an answer, but I knew why and when I heard someone knocking at my door I confirmed my doubts.

I went downstairs and opened, when I saw him I noticed how worried he was, but he didn’t say anything due to the expression on my face. I step aside so he could come inside and I closed the door, going to my room again followed by Zach this time.

When I heard he closing the door I turned to look at him, trying to prepare myself for what I was going to say.

“Zach… are you cheating on me?” I pushed my lips together after asking that, I didn’t want to cry for this.

“What?! Of course not, why would you think that?” he asked sorting the space between us and trying to grab my hand, which I moved away.

“Because I don’t know what to think, I’m losing my head trying to understand why every time we’re about to do something more than just make out you stop and make some excuse to leave” his expression was confusion, he was going to say something, but he closed his mouth again “If you don’t want me you just have to say it, but please… don’t make me fall more for you” my voice was cracking more and more by the second “Because I will suffer more when you leave” He sighed and looked me right in the eyes, putting his hands on my cheeks.

“In what world I wouldn’t want you?” he asked looking from my eyes to my lips and back to my eyes again, like if he was doing a big effort by not kissing me right now.

“Then why?”

“Because I love you” my heart stopped in that exact moment, he was the first of us to say those words “and I didn’t want you to think that you were like the rest, because you’re nothing like them”

I put my arms around his neck and I kissed him like I’ve never kissed him before. He brought his hands to my waist and kissed me back passionately making both of us breathless.

“I love you Zach” I said just a few inches from his lips just before he kissed me again.

I felt him smile widely while we were kissing due to my words and I couldn’t help but giggle and break the kiss.

With his arms around my waist he lifted me from the ground; I put my legs around his waist and laughed even more. He walked to my bed, tripping over my bag in the process and making us fall in the mattress.

“You were supposed to be the clumsy one” he said, still on top of me.

“We can share the title” I answered cupping his face between my hands and kissing him.

His kisses were different from the usual, this time they were more passionate and needed, which turned me on so much.

I put my hands on his shoulders, grabbing the neck of his letterman jacket with my hands and taking it off of him.

Then I slide my hands down his torso until I reached the end of his t-shirt and I got my hands under the fabric so I could touch his warm skin. He kissed his way through my lips to my neck making me moan a little and lifting his shirts quickly.

He sit himself straight to take the shirt off completely and I could look at his spectacular body, which a loved feeling on mine.

He put his hands in the sides of my head again, but before he kissed me again I enclosed my arms around his neck and made us roll on the mattress so I would be on top of him.

I looked at him, smiling like a fool when I saw his smile. I sorted the distance to kiss him, but this time slowly, just enjoying the friction between his lips with mine.

I stopped the kiss to look at him again, caressing the soft skin on his cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” he asked

“Nothing” I stopped for a second “I was just looking how lucky I am” I whispered.

He put his hands on my hips while he sat straight under my legs, in that position our faces were at the same height, but I can swear my heart was above the clouds.

“Oh god I just love you so fucking much” he said with a waspy voice before he sweetly kissed me again.

[ You find out Jax has been cheating on you ]

Don’t fucking touch me,” you snarled. 

Jax reached a hand towards you. “Babe - “ 

You pointed a finger at Jax, cutting his words off completely. Your eyes flamed with rage. “Don’t.”

Jax let out a loud sigh. He knew he had messed up this time. “Can you at least talk to me?” 

You swallowed hard and ran your tongue over your teeth as you contemplated what you would even say to him. Things had been tense with Jax lately, especially with all the shit going on with the club. But Jax had a crossed a line. When things hadn’t been going so great with you, Jax had sought comfort in the arms of another woman. You didn’t know her name, but you had seen her around. She was a new croweater, and she was all too happy to crawl into bed with your old man. Jax had been seeing her for weeks, apparently, and you had no idea until tonight. You had walked into Jax’s room at the clubhouse twenty minutes earlier, thinking you would apologize for all the fighting that had happened between the two of you lately. You wanted to make things right between you and your old man again, and you knew the first step was an apology. But all that sincerity bullshit blew out the window the second you opened the door to see him on top of that skinny bitch. In a moment of rage, you knocked everything off the top of his dresser, then you turned on your heel, slammed the door, and stomped away. Jax had pulled on his jeans and followed you down the hallway, begging you to stop. Now here you were, in the middle of the clubhouse having an all out screaming match.

“What do you want me to say, Jax?” you shouted. You threw your hands up in the air, exasperated beyond belief. “You’re sleeping with another woman!”

Jax opened his mouth to say something, but he knew there was nothing he could say or do that would fix things. So he closed his mouth and just let you yell at him.

“I mean, what the fuck, Jax?” you shook your head. You couldn’t believe any of this was happening. You noticed a few beer bottles scattered on top of the bar, and you considered lobbing a few at Jax’s stupid head. “We’ve been together too long for you to be pulling this shit!” You stared at the empty bottles for a moment, then you turned back to him. “How long has this been going on?” 

“Y/N, I don’t - “ 

“Tell me, Jax,” you demanded. “Was it a one-time thing? Have you been screwing around with her for months? What?”

Jax sighed. “Y/N, don’t.”

“Answer the question.”

Jax’s jaw tightened. “It’s happened more than once.” 

You felt your eyes stinging as the words echoed in your head. You clenched your jaw and looked into Jax’s blue eyes, both of you unable to speak. You threw your hands up and shrugged. “I’m done.” 

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“You look like shit.”

You glanced up to see Gemma staring at you, a look of total amusement on her face. 

“Good morning to you too, Gemma,” you sighed. You had hoped you could sneak into the house you had shared with Jax and grab the rest of your things without it turning into some dramatic show, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen. Not with Gemma around.

Gemma had no idea you and Jax had split yet. It had been a few days now, and she was still in the dark about what had happened. Gemma loved you, and she especially loved that you were Jax’s old lady. You knew she was going to lose her shit when she found out you had broken up. She’d be even more pissed when she found out why.

“What’s wrong with you, baby?” Gemma asked, her face growing serious as soon as she realized you weren’t in your usual happy mood. She glanced to the living room, her eyes narrowing as she looked over the stack of boxes and bags haphazardly scattered about.

Jax had been calling and texting you for the last two days, ever since the night you found him in bed with another woman. You hadn’t answered a single call or responded to a single text. You didn’t want to hear anything he had to say. You were angry, and you were hurt. You didn’t care if you ever laid eyes on Jax Teller again. In fact, you were pretty sure you would be better off if you didn’t. There was nothing he could say that would change that. 

“Nothing, Gem,” you answered, setting your purse down on the kitchen table. You didn’t want to have this conversation with Gemma.

“Don’t lie to me, sweetheart.” She took a seat at the table. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“I’m fine,” you insisted, “I’m just tired.”

She glanced towards the living room again. “You heard from Jax lately? He won’t pick up his phone.”

You sighed. It was already clear Jax hadn’t told Gemma what was going on, and it was becoming clear that he had no plans to. You knew you were going to have to tell her the truth, and it wasn’t going to be pretty. You were like a daughter to Gemma. She had even been hinting at you and Jax getting married soon. She would be pissed with Jax as soon as she found out the truth.

“I haven’t talked to Jax,” you responded, not looking at Gemma. “I’m sure he’s fine.” At that moment, your phone lit up. Jax was calling. You hit ignore.

Gemma narrowed her eyes and stared at you. “Something you wanna tell me?”

“Gemma – “

“Tell me.”

You could tell Gemma wasn’t going to let this go until you told her the truth. 

“Jax and I broke up, Gem,” you finally admitted. “A few days ago.”

What?”

You shrugged. “I thought he’d have told you by now.” 

She stood, saying nothing more. She stomped her leather boot clad feet out of the kitchen and towards the front door.  

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You pulled into the TM lot, wondering to yourself if this was a good idea. Gemma had stormed away from the house so fast, you were sure she was on her way to kill Jax. While you knew he kind of deserved it, you figured you should probably stop her from doing too much damage before it was too late. 

You entered the clubhouse to see it relatively empty. You turned to see Chibs standing off to your right. He had witnessed the demise of your relationship a few days earlier, and he knew what you were going through. “Hey, love,” he greeted. He walked towards you and threw an arm around your shoulders in a friendly hug. “It’s good to see you again.”

You smiled weakly and nodded your head. “Have you seen Gemma?” 

Before Chibs had time to answer, Gemma’s voice echoed from the main office. She stomped her way through the clubhouse, bypassing you completely and heading straight for Jax’s room. You sucked in a deep breath and looked back at Chibs with a sarcastic smile. “Found her.”

You hurriedly followed Gemma down the hallway. You had arrived just in time to keep her from totally murdering Jax. She snatched open the door to Jax’s room. Jax was sitting on his bed, lacing up his shoes.

“Hey, ma,” he smiled. Then he saw you behind Gemma. He stood up quickly. “Hey, babe, I’ve been trying to call you all – “

“Don’t call me babe,” you groaned. 

“What the hell, Jackson?” Gemma demanded. Jax’s face fell. “What’d you do to her?”

“Mom, this is really none of your business,” Jax insisted, stepping towards Gemma. You watched from the hallway. You had to admit, it was getting interesting.

“The hell it is!” Gemma retorted, “What the hell’s wrong with you?”

“Mom – “ 

You decided you had heard enough of the conversation. You walked away from Jax’s room and listened to their voices trail off as they continued to argue.

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“Hey, babe.” 

You turned to see Jax standing behind you. You had stopped by the clubhouse to grab what was left of your belongings from Jax’s room. You were sure this would be the last time you would every set foot in there, and you were determined to do it without running into Jax. He and some of the other guys were supposed to be on a run, but it seemed it had been cut short. 

“Can we talk?” he asked, his voice quiet and unsure. He sounded tired, and he looked even worse. His hair was greasy as it hung in his face. His blue eyes looked sad. He had been beating himself up for the past two weeks over what he had done to you. He couldn’t remember now why he had ever started this thing with the croweater. It was toxic from the beginning. He already knew that before he ever let her into his bed. He ended everything with her the night you had caught them together. At the time, he had been in his own world, oblivious to the pain he was causing you. That night woke him up. It wasn’t an excuse, but it was all he had.

“What do you want, Jax?” you sighed. “I’m kind of busy.”

“I made a mistake,” Jax stated. He sounded broken.

You said nothing, turning your eyes back to packing the box in front of you.

He took another step closer to you. “Y/N – “

“Jax, just go.”

“Please – “

“Go.”

He turned and walked out of the room, head low and eyes to the ground. He realized he had messed up, and now he was grasping at any attempt he could think of to fix things.

Gemma approached Jax as he walked into the front of the clubhouse. He looked up at her, his blue eyes heavy.

“Won’t talk to you, huh?”

Jax sighed. “No.” He looked at the floor for a few seconds. “I messed up, ma.”

“I know, baby,” Gemma told him matter-of-factly.

Jax rubbed his hand down his face and let out a deep, shaking breath. “What did I do?”

“You lost the best thing that ever happened to you,” Gemma responded, giving Jax an all-knowing look. “Now what are you gonna do about it?”

Jax looked down at his feet. “I gotta get her back.” He shook his head. “I just don’t know how.”

“You’ll figure something out, baby.” Gemma told him, placing a finger under his chin and smiling. “You always do.”

Tease - Enoch O'Connor imagine - request 

request: Omg can you do a teasing Enoch headcanon? Or a slightly dirty one? You don’t have to if you don’t want to of course but I’m just curious 😂

YES!!!!!!!

a/n: this is the storyline/thing i thought of so here it goes ehfjhfgu i hope you like it. i tried to make it dirty or whatever you call it, but idk if it worked ://// and i’m going to sleep now bye :) hope you liek disss



“y/n, do you want to play ball with us?” millard called out. i turned around, my skirt whirling around me along with my hair.

“uh… what kind? like football or…?” i ask.

“yeah, like football.” hugh replied. “i mean, if your skirt won’t bother you.”

i paused. my skirt. i shouldn’t play football while wearing a skirt that only reached a little over my mid thigh. but i’m too lazy to go change. i really want to spend time with my semi-new friends.

ugh, let’s just not care and not jump too much. not like anyone ever pays attention to me wearing skirts. i’ll play.

“yes, sure.” i said after thinking through it. “my skirt absolutely won’t be a bother, don’t worry.”

i walked through the garden with hugh and millard and horace - who was supposedly the judge or something. we divided into two teams, but mine needed one more person. since enoch - my grumpy best friend - didn’t want to, i took bronwyn.

enoch sat under a tree while we played, he said he’d help horace with judging (a/n: lol i hate how this sounds but sfhsjdfhsdjf dying) - i didn’t think there would be needed any help.

we played a few rounds, me and bronwyn won three times while hugh and millard won two times. it was fun, playing with them. hugh cheated a few times, but it didn’t change much in the scores. all the while, i was just being a sore loser at football - i couldn’t play at all, i’m horrible at football.

i fell over, tumbled and there were only two times out of a possible infinity of my skirt flying only slightly up. but luckily, nobody saw that from behind, and we only laughed it off with the others. all except for enoch, who held an even more serious look on his face - if that was possible. he was always deadly serious and annoyed.

“i can’t anymore, sorry boys.” i said, holding my stomach as i tried to catch my breath from all the running and kicking.

“please y/n, just one more round!” millard whined, hugh joining after,

“i really can’t.” i said, shaking my head with a tired smile. “i’m going inside to rest a little.” i spoke and turned around to go to the house. after a few steps, i heard enoch say:

“i’ll come, too.” in a rushed voice. i looked around my shoulder and he was already catching up with me. i looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. “i need to talk to you. in my room. alone.” he said, taking my arm in a slightly firm grip.

“okay…” i said.

with enoch holding my arm, we walked into the house and walked up the stairs to his room, which basically was also mine. for i spent the half of my time in there, with him.

enoch pulled me inside, shut the door and pushed me up against it. “what do you think you were doing back there?” he growled with his face so close to mine i could hear his breath on my nose.

i furrowed my eyebrows at his question. “what?”

enoch did his iconic groan and pushed me harder against the door, earning a soft yelp from me. one of his hand was on my hip. what was happening!!

“playing the game, with your skirt flying around.” enoch said. oh, SHIT! “couldn’t take my eyes off of you. and it felt so annoying to just watch you, knowing there were so many more things i could do.”

“w-what things?” i stuttered. he was really giving me major confusion right now, what was he talking about?! “what do you mean? i don’t understand what’s going.”

he chuckled, looking away. after a short moment, his eyes locked with mine again. “how can you be so clueless about your own behaviour? you were teasing me, y/n. and i do not like that.”

“teasing?” i repeated.

“oh, for bird’s sake.” he rolled his eyes.

“uh… what are you going to do about it?” i asked, ignoring his comment. enoch grinned.

his hand traced up my side, giving me ultimate shivers all over my body. this touch felt so surreal, unknown. nobody had ever held me like this. his eyes were intently watching mine as i was looking back into his orbs, waiting for something to happen.

enoch’s eyes diverted from mine when he lowered his head and slowly put his lips on mine. when our lips met, it felt hungry, lustful, dangerous? was he kissing me? is this what kissing felt like? why was he doing this? we’re best friends!

oh, but it felt so wonderful. it was my first time… doing this, i didn’t even know what to do.

enoch pulled back and looked at me watching him. why did he do that?! that felt so… yes!!!

his eyes held regret and disappointment. oh, no, no.

i put my arms around his neck, hesitantly, and pulled him closer before he could go anywhere.

“c-could you… do that… again, please?” i asked quietly. enoch’s facial expression immediately changed and he grinned. instead of answering, he dove down and connected our lips again.

bliss, utter bliss.

i would have never imagined us kissing, but this - i bet - was better than any fantasy.

i gained my courage and finally kissed him back. he smiled into the kiss and pulled me closer by my hips. and then his hand slipped down to my bum, giving it a light squeeze, as if not to scare me off or something. i gasped and it gave the perfect opportunity for him to kiss me deeper - and with tongue.

wow. where did he learn this? how was enoch such a professional? maybe he wasn’t a professional, but to me he absolutely seemed like one.

his lips then disconnected with mine, making a whine come past my lips. but he moved down to my neck to pepper that with kisses. his lips were looking for something and after a few seconds i think he found it. he kissed a spot on my neck and that made me shiver and release a small whine that sounded a little like something else.

“have you any idea what you’re doing to me?” enoch groggily said, looking me into the eyes. i smiled.

what was he doing to me? he was making me feel every type of way, my my…

“can you show me?” i suggested. enoch’s face did an emotional flip and he nodded. his lips then kissed mine again and i kissed back, showing him i felt what he did, whatever it was.

that day totally changed my world.

“I bet you a hundred dollars he’s textin’ Y/N.” Niall muttered in Liam’s ear, the both of them turning to glance at Harry whose thumbs were currently tapping away at his phone.

“Oh, please. I’m not falling for that one. When is he not texting Y/N?” Liam snorted, reaching for the remote to change the channel. They were in the middle of watching a documentary on whales, something that you had recommended, and of course, Harry refused to watch anything but this documentary. 

“I t’ought they had gotten together already?” Niall hummed, raising a brow as he tried to remember whether you and Harry were dating or not. 

“Tha’s what I thought too! I asked Y/N about it the other day and she got super flustered and started rambling about something irrelevant.” Liam laughed lightly, jumping when the remote was snatched out of his hand. 

“Don’t change the channel! Y/N says the next part is the best part of the entire thing!” Harry clicked his tongue, switching the channels before tossing the remote on the couch. 

“Are you texting Y/N?” Niall asked, already fully aware of the answer. The way Harry was grinning cheesily at his phone, the way he’d let out a small giggle every now and then, and the way his eyes were practically glued to his phone indicated that he was most likely texting you. 

“…No.” 

“When are you two going to get together? Everyone’s waiting.” Liam teased, turning the volume down a little due to the fact that Harry’s cheeks heating up was far more interesting than learning about how whales communicate with one another. 

“We’re not- I don’ think of her like tha’, she’s just a friend!” Harry cleared his throat, shaking his head. “Plus, if she told me she liked me, I’d probably have t’ turn her down cos I totally only think of her as a-”

“She told me she thinks you’re cute.” 

“Did she- When did- Did she really say that?” Harry perked up almost immediately, eyes twinkling with joy at the thought of you gushing about how much you liked him. Because he liked you too! (Obviously.) He really, really liked you. No one was exactly sure why the two of you hadn’t gotten together yet. Someone would have to be stupid to not see the connection that the both of you shared, but it seemed like nothing was really happening. Sure, there was harmless flirting, and sometimes Harry would stay over for a movie marathon, and sure, you let him sleep in the same bed with you and you let him pull you in for a snuggle in the morning… But you were only friends! 

“Mhm. I think you should ask her out. Pretty sure she’s waiting for it.”

“Is she? I mean, I’d have to think about where to take her, but it’s Y/N, so she’ll like anywhere I take her and even if she doesn’t like it she won’t tell me cos she’s tha’ sweet and-” 

“Can we talk about Y/N later? I love her t’ bits but t’is whale documentary is actually pretty interesting.”

“Y’know, you’re right. Sorry I’ve been on my phone this entire time. I’ll think about Y/N later because I invited you guys over for an afternoon jus’ for us.” Harry was about to tuck his phone away in his pocket before it buzzed again. He shot Liam a sheepish smile before pointing to his phone. 

“It’s Y/N, isn’t it?” 

“…” 

“Just go.” 

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Fooled Around and Fell In Love

Summary: The reader is hopelessly involve with Dean, but too scared to do anything about it. She has to deal with Dean bringing home countless girls, and she reaches her breaking point. With the help of Sammy some sense is knocked into Dean. 

Song Pairing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DyMMEmwFQUE

Word Count: 2342

Author’s note: This is 100% inspired by Guardians Of The Galaxy…but it came out so awesome! Let it be known this is the first fluff I’ve ever written…I know I’m just as shocked. I really love this one guys, I hope you do too!


There was no denying it, you were head over heals for Dean Winchester. You’d been hunting with him and his brother for the past year, and ever since that first hunt you’d fallen for him. There was something about how those green eyes of his light up that just made a thousand butterflies in your stomach take flight.

The one thing you couldn’t get over was seeing him with other girls. You always compared yourself to them, and in your own head came up short. Convincing yourself you weren’t enough for Dean was something you constantly did.

You knew Dean’s type, and you always told yourself you weren’t it. Sure the girls would only stay the night and Dean wouldn’t remember their names, but at least they knew him intimately. You wanted so badly to feel his lips on yours, his hands run down your body, and him whisper little things into your ear.

Dean often consumed your thoughts, and that was happening right now. Sam was snapping his fingers, “Hello earth to (y/n), stop thinking about Dean”. You were pulled from your thoughts, remembering you were sitting across the kitchen table from Sam.

Throwing a napkin at him you rolled your eyes, “Sam shut up before Dean hears you”. As you spoke Dean was dealing with one of his one night stands, and you knew his routine to a t. Dean would explain he wasn’t much of a breakfast guy and would offer to make coffee, which was a flat out lie and he just wanted to politely make his guest leave.

He would sit down and have a cup of coffee with the woman and once they were done remind the girl that he really needed to start his day, lie number two. The girl would get the hint and call a cab, and pretty soon she’d be on her way.

This certain girl had perfect red hair, a toned body, and beautiful face. Taking her in your self hatred started to eat away at your mind. Sam threw the napkin back, “She’s not that pretty you know (y/n), to Dean she’s just another girl”.

Sam of course knew your feelings for his brother and always insisted that Dean would return them. That didn’t give you the confidence you needed to actually make a move, but it did warm your heart how deeply Sam cared.

He would always insist that Dean was just scared because when he loved people, it meant he could lose them. The voice within your head told you it was because Dean didn’t feel the same way. Thus, your current state was created.

You sighed, “Sure Sammy, then why did he have sex with her?”. Your anger bubbled as you watched Dean flirting with the girl. She was reaching for the sugar and Dean came up behind her to also grab a packet, and he pinched her side. She laughed while Dean pressed his body even closer to her.

Picking up on your apparent anger Sam called for Dean, “You know Dean we really should be starting our case”. You found yourself smiling, it was good for Sam to have your back. Dean didn’t want this girl to go yet, “You know Sammy I think we have time for one more cup”.

The anger easily found it’s way back to you, why was he fighting to keep this one. You’d finished what you’d been eating, which meant there was no real reason for you to be subjected to this.

Getting up you put your dish in the sink, unfortunately bringing you closer to the love birds.  While putting your dish down the girl gave you a dirty look, intensifying your anger. The random girl shot daggers at you before pulling Dean in for a kiss.

You didn’t want to give her the satisfaction so you just gave her a glare before returning to your room. While walking to your room you thought about how much better it would’ve felt if you’d just shot the girl. She was acting like a monster so the action would be justified.

After you left Sam was left in the kitchen with his brother and his random one night stand. Sam was just as angry as you were, if not angrier. You were Sam’s best friend and it pained him to see the way Dean played with your heart.

He knew that Dean was too scared to act on his feelings, and he wished he could get you to believe it too. Every time either of them loved a girl, that girl was immediately put in danger. You meant a lot to Dean, which meant you’re be put in even more danger. So Dean pushed down what he felt and tried to fill the void with meaningless girls.

The girl came to sit down where you’d previously sat, across from Sam. She made herself comfortable, which annoyed him. Sam called to Dean again, “You know Dean I think (y/n) had the right idea by going to her room to get ready”.

At the mention of your name the girl rolled her eyes, obviously feeling territorial. Sam heard the girl scoffed under her breath, “…that girl really needs a lot of getting ready”. By this time Dean had joined them at the table, and he also vaguely heard what the girl said.

Dean was annoyed, “What did you say?”. The girl placed down her cup and laughed, “Well the girl that was in here two seconds ago obviously needs a lot of time to get ready..did you see her?”. Suddenly Dean felt incredibly regretful that he’d even kissed this girl, she was a clear waste of time.

Sam smiled seeing the anger bubble up in his brother, maybe he’d finally act on his feelings. Dean’s brows furrowed, “Sorry not everyone can be as quick to get ready as you sweetheart, I guess it’s so easy because you barely wear anything in the first place…easy access huh?”. Sam couldn’t help but laugh, he wished you were in the room to hear Dean’s remark.

The girl got up from the table, “Excuse me?”. Dean didn’t hesitate, “You heard me, you’re the type that has to put others down to feel remotely good about yourself. That girl is beautiful, inside and out which is something you’ll never be”.

The girl flipped both brothers off and then stormed out of the bunker. Neither Sam nor Dean cared how she left, they were just glad she had. Even though she’d left Dean was still fuming, he threw his coffee cup into the sink causing it to smash into pieces. Sam got up, “Woah Dean calm down”.

Dean angrily ran a fist through his hair, “Sammy who do I do this?! Why do I waste my time on meaningless girls when I know I’m in love with (y/n)! Why am I so scared!”. Dean was so confused, his feelings overwhelming him.

Sam got up and calmly spoke, “You’re scared you’ll lose her Dean, and that’s understandable”. Dean’s anger soon turned to pain the more he thought about everything. He sighed, “Why can I wipe out an entire vamp nest but can’t tell her how I feel?”.

Sam laughed, “Because love is a lot more difficult Dean, it’s unpredictable..which makes it scary”. Dean knew that when it came to matters of life or death he could always make the right decision, but with his feelings it was more difficult.

Dean laughed too before getting serious, “How do I fix this Sammy?”. He realized how many times you’d had to deal with him bringing home girls, and he felt awful. Sure, when he was with the girls he couldn’t help but think about you but that wasn’t an excuse.

Sam smiled, “ Go talk to her Dean, or at least try too. She’s probably going crazy with her thoughts, I mean we both know her..”. Dean shook his head finishing his brothers sentence, “She always overthinks….I guess like me”.

With his new found confidence Dean headed towards your room. He wanted to finally set things right, because he couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t try to distract himself with meaningless girls because it made him feel emptier. Dean needed to grow a pair, and go for what he wanted you.

In order to distract yourself from how you’d felt you decided to nerd out to one of your favorite movies, Guardians of the Galaxy. It was a feel good movie, and you had to admit Peter Quill made it all a lot more enjoyable.

Peter Quill was a lot like Dean; daddy issues, girl crazy, incredibly sexy, and overall good hearted. The whole thing about Guardians of the Galaxy was the soundtrack, it was all oldies. At one moment in the movie Peter dances with another character to the song, “Fooled Around and Fell in Love”.

Peter let’s his dancing speak for him, and you imagined Dean did the same with his body. Whenever that particular scene came on you dreamed it would be you and Dean. Trying to truly distract yourself you hooked up your speaker to play the song.

You blared the song, hoping it would drown out your feelings. The music was so loud that you didn’t hear the knocking on the door, and Dean call your name. Getting up from your bed you started to sing the lyrics while dancing around.

I must have been through about a million girls

I’d love ‘em then I’d leave ‘em alone

The lyrics just screamed Dean, they were totally him. Dean stood there leaning against your doorframe, watching you. He couldn’t even see your face, but you still looked incredibly beautiful. He found his mind drifting as he watched your hips sway slowly to the beat.

He found himself subconsciously walking towards you, just wanting to be with you. Before he could make it fully towards you, you had turned around. You both stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do next.

It used to be when I’d see a girl that I liked, I’d get out my book and write down her name , Ah, but when the, the grass got a little greener over on the other side, I’d just tear out that page

Without speaking he placed his hands on your hips, and then looked up with concern in his eyes afraid that he’d overstepped. You looked down at where his hands were, butterflies taking flight in your stomach. Dean took this as apprehension, “I’m sorry I-”.

Dean went to pull his hands away but you reached out and held them. You smiled, “Dean I didn’t mind”. There was about a thousand words that came to mind, but they got all jumbled in your head.

Dean seemed like he didn’t know what to say quite yet either. Moving closer to you he put his hands back where they’d been, and you felt so hot under his touch. You both started to move slowly to the beat, his huge hands guiding you.

I fooled around and fell in love,

I fooled around and fell in love, since I met you baby

The lyrics getting to him, Dean realized how badly he needed you. He pulled you closer to his chest, resting one hand on the small of your back. Turning your head to the side you pressed your ear against his heart, listening to his heartbeat.

Closing your eyes you took in his smell; a mixture of whiskey and aftershave. Listening to his heartbeat while swaying to the music you finally started to relax. You smiled to yourself, because Dean’s heartbeat suggested otherwise.

His heart was beating fast, and you wanted to calm him. Dean brought his chin to rest on your head as you moved to the slow beat. For once you felt so safe in his arms, all you concerns melting away.

Free, on my own is the way I used to be,  Ah, but since I met you baby, love’s got a hold on me

It’s got a hold on me now, I can’t let go of you baby

Turning your head back you looked up at him, resting your hands on his chest. Dean looked down at you, his green eyes full of light. You noticed all the freckles on his face, each one like a snowflake.

Dean bit his lip, still contemplating something. You wondered if he was thinking about what you were thinking about. Soon enough you got your answer as he cupped your cheek in one hand, bringing his face towards you.

Dean lightly placed his lips on yours, and you felt months of doubt melt away. His other hand still rested on your back, as his thumb traced little circles. The kiss got hungrier as both of your desires grew.

When the kiss ended you both were left breathless, caught up in the moment. Dean scanned your eyes, “Listen (y/n) there’s no excuse for how I’ve acted…I was scared and I let that control me”. He held you tighter as he spoke.

Dean continued, “I…I love you (y/n) and I’m sorry for treating you how I did because you deserve so much better”. You smiled, happiness radiating throughout your entire body. Looking up at him you answered, “I love you too Dean you’re all-”.

He cut you off by placing his lips on yours again, so completely lost in the moment. When the kiss was over he held you tight again, loving how perfectly your body fit with his. Again you rested your head against his chest, and this time his heart beat was calm.

You both started moving to the beat of the song again, wanting to preserve the moment. Dean rested his chin on your head once again as he wrapped his arms around you. He finally had you, and he never wanted to let you go again.

I fooled around, fell in love
I fell in love, I fell in love, yes I did

[ Juice finds out his old lady has been hiding something ]

Juice pulled off his cut, folding it and placing it on the edge of the bed. He had had a long, tiring day, and all he wanted was a hot shower. He pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the floor, then his jeans. He made his way into the bathroom and cut on the shower. He watched as steam filled the room. He walked to the sink, leaning against it and looking at his reflection in the mirror for a few moments while he waited for the water to get hot. He hadn’t felt this exhausted in a while, and the dark circles under his eyes showed it. He let out a loud sigh. At least you would be home soon.

He turned on the faucet, letting his hands fill a few times with cool water as he lost himself in his own thoughts. He let his hands fill again and let the cool water splash over his face. He stood straight, reaching for the hand towel lying on the side of the sink. He let out another loud sigh as he watched several items fall from the countertop onto the floor and in the trash.

“Shit,” he mumbled, bending down to pick up the mess he had just made. He was rummaging through the trash to retrieve a stray bottle of lotion when something caught his eye. He reached towards the bottom of the trashcan, his eyebrows furrowed. He lifted the object from the trash and stood. His eyes were wide as he looked at the little white stick in his hand. They grew wider as soon as his brain registered the words written on the tiny screen.

Pregnant.

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“Hey, babe.” You walked into the bedroom of the home you shared with your old man to see him standing just outside the bathroom door. His back was turned to you. You noticed that his skin was still wet from the shower, and he had a towel wrapped around his waist. You let your tired body drop down onto the bed, kicking off your shoes and dropping your purse to the floor. “I’m so happy to see you,” you told him, sighing as you sat down on the bed. “I had such a long day.” You continued to talk about your day. Juice remained silent. Finally, you paused and looked up at him. That’s when you noticed the tense, angry gaze he was directing your way.

You cocked your head to the side. “You okay?”

“I had a long day too,” he told you, his voice rigid and stern. He had spent the last 30 minutes trying to understand why you would hide something as big as this from him. He had really tried to understand. He tried not to be mad. But the more he thought about it, the more pissed off he felt. Truthfully, he was only pissed because he felt hurt. Something like this was huge, and it involved him as much as it did you. He couldn’t understand why you wouldn’t tell him immediately. You were his old lady. The two of you were supposed to be partners. But instead, you were shutting him out.

“I’m sorry, babe,” you responded, standing from the bed and walking to your dresser. 

Juice watched as you started removing your work clothes. His eyes fell to your stomach, and his jaw tensed. He swore to himself he wouldn’t say anything. He promised himself he would pretend he didn’t know and let you come to him. You would tell him when you were ready. That’s what he continued to remind himself. But that had all changed the second he laid eyes on you. He couldn’t keep quiet. He couldn’t pretend this wasn’t bothering him. He had to say something. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he blurted suddenly.

“Tell you what?” you asked absently, pulling on your most comfortable t-shirt.

“That you’re pregnant.” 

Your eyes widened. Your turned slowly to face Juice. He looked at you with an expression that let you know he wasn’t happy with you at the moment. You knew you had some explaining to do.

You had taken the pregnancy test a few days earlier. In your state of shock at seeing the results, you had totally forgotten to get rid of it. The thought hadn’t even crossed your mind. You had been keeping yourself busy for the majority of the last three days to keep your mind off things. Now reality was slapping you in the face.

You knew you should have told Juice. You wanted to. But you were terrified. You didn’t know how he would react. You didn’t know if he even wanted to be a father. Hell, you didn’t know if you wanted to be a mother. You hadn’t really thought about it, at least not in the realistic sense. You had always thought kids might be nice. Someday. But someday had arrived, it seemed, and you weren’t so sure how you felt now. You were trying to sort through your own feelings before you told Juice. Mostly, you were just scared. Things were going to change in a major way, and that could either be for better or worse. What if you decided you wanted a baby, and he didn’t? What then? The two of you had never discussed it. You were his old lady, but you never thought about what it would be like to be the mother of his child. Now that it had become reality, you didn’t know how to handle it.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted. It was the only thing you knew to say. “I wasn’t trying to hide it. I just,” you took a deep breath, “It’s just all so new and so crazy, and I just, I didn’t know how I felt about it, or how you were going to feel about it. And I was just really scared. I still am. And - ”

“Babe.”

You nerves had gotten the best of you. You ignored Juice and continued to ramble. “And I didn’t know how to tell you. I’ve been trying to process it all, and I just thought I would tell you after I had time to let it all sink in. And I didn’t know what I wanted at first, but I do now, and I - I want to keep it, Juice. And I know you may not want that, and that’s okay. I get it, and - ”

Babe.”

“And I’m sorry if you felt like I was lying to you or something because I never meant for that to - “

“Babe!” His voice was louder this time, and it snapped you out of your jumbled up train of thought.

You let out a deep, shaky breath. Your eyes looked wild. “Yeah?”

Juice crossed the room to stand in front you. He looked at you for a moment, his eyes taking in every inch of your face. Suddenly, his mouth widened into a huge, happy grin. “We’re havin’ a baby.”

Your breath caught. You had been so worried about what his reaction would be for days now, you never thought he would actually be happy about it.

“We’re having a baby,” he repeated, his grin now somehow wider than before. You could see the joy in his eyes as he looked into yours.

Juice licked his lips and leaned in to kiss you. You felt the nervous feeling that had been in the pit of your stomach for days fade away. You watched as his hands slid from your waist to rest on your stomach. You had been Juice’s old lady for years, and now you were the mother of his child. The nervous feeling was gone, and now you felt nothing but happiness.

(gif not mine)

Coincidence: Chapter 2

Chapter 1  Chapter 3   Chapter 4

Pairings: V (Taehyung) x reader

Gender: Female

Synopsis: Life for (Y/N) had been, for the most part, normal. She worked, went to college, went to parties, had friends, you know, the basics. However, all of this changed when she started seeing a mysterious, attractive, and most of all dangerous man everywhere after one fatal night that seemed to be just a coincidence.

Genre: Mafia AU

Warnings: Cursing/swearing, sexual jokes

Word Count: 1,561



It had been a few weeks since your first encounter with V and you hadn’t been able to get a proper rest since. The scene plagued your mind 24/7 with a myriad of unanswered questions. It seemed like you just couldn’t concentrate without knowing what exactly occurred on that night.

“Hey, (Y/N)! You still with me?” your best friend Jungkook yelled at you, waving his hand in front of your face.

“Hmm? Oh yeah, totally, man! What were we talking about?” you replied while scratching your head bashfully.

“Well I was talking about how you need to get laid”

“No I don’t!” you giggled, slapping him on the chest.

“Yes you do! All you do is stay inside your apartment watching Netflix; you need to get out and find yourself a man,” you slapped him once again.

“Or girl? I don’t judge.”

“Oh my god Jungkook! I am straight, you know that!”

Jungkook just laughed and stood up, motioning for you to follow him.

“Let’s go get something to eat.”

You simply nodded and followed him. You hadn’t known Jungkook for long, a year at the most, but, it felt as if you had known him forever. He was one of your first friends in college, making socializing so much easier. He was the social and confident type. However, what surprised you the most was the fact that he has trouble communicating with girls he finds attractive. He would always stumble on his words and end up saying something completely humiliating. It was amazing, really, watching how fast this confident man turned into a shy five-year-old.

You followed the tall man as he maneuvered both of you through the crowded streets, finally arriving at a small diner a little ways away from the school building. Surprisingly, the diner was nearly empty despite being in close range of the school, must be expensive.

“Kookie, how much would this place cost? You know I don’t have a lot of money,” you said tugging on Jungkook’s sleeve.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N), I have plenty of money!” He grinned, showing off his teeth.

You narrowed your eyes at him. Something with Jungkook seemed a bit off lately. He had recently acquired a new job after he got fired from the same coffee shop you work at currently. You were happy for him, of course! It’s just that you have no clue what he’s working as, especially with the amount of money he has now. You’re afraid he’s working as something shady, but, to keep faith in your dear friend, as of now you have elected to believe that he is a male stripper.

You both walked towards an empty table. Once you guys sat down, Jungkook started inspecting your surroundings. It was a classic 1960s themed diner with a jukebox in the corner, most likely out of order. Overall, it was in great shape.

“Hey, (Y/N), look at that guy over there, he looks like he just got dumped,” Jungkook whispered to you while directing his to a stranger a few tables away.

You looked over to where Jungkook was staring at and saw a man with his head down on the table. He was breathing heavily, as if it was going to be the last one he could ever have. You felt sorry for the man, he was clearly stressed and scared, similar to how you were before your math final.

“You should go talk to him, (Y/N), he’s obviously single,” Jungkook leaned in and whispered to you, quickly apologizing after you glared at him.

You kept staring at the man, something about him seemed familiar, you just couldn’t figure out what. Was he from your hometown? Probably not, his clothes are too nice. Where did you remember him from then? Suddenly, the man lifted his head up and you were able to see his face. Your breath hitched and your eyes widened.

“Not too bad, (Y/N), he seems like your type,” Jungkook smiles at you before he turns back to look at the man.

You remembered where you last saw him. He was there that night. It was Jackson motherfucking Wang, the man you accidentally saved while escaping. Should you go and ask him what the whole event that you saved him from was about? No. No, don’t. He probably doesn’t even remember you. Yea, you’ll just stay sitting with Jungkook.

“Excuse me, sir! You seem lonely, would you like to sit with us?” Jungkook suddenly yelled across the diner.

“What the actual fuck, Jungkook!” you whisper yelled at Jungkook, terrified.

“Oh come on, (Y/N), I saw the way you were looking at him! You can thank me at your wedding,” he smirked at you as you prayed that Jackson wouldn’t notice Jungkook yelling at him from your table.

However, god wasn’t on your side today as Jackson looked over at you two and smiled. He stood up from his table and casually walked over to you two. Jungkook quickly made room for Jackson so he would be seated right in front of you. Once Jackson was seated, Jungkook was ready to embarrass the living fuck out of you.

“Hello there! I’m Jungkook and my lovely female friend here is (Y/N),” Jungkook said, putting emphasis on the word female.

“Hi, I’m Jackson,” he casually replied, smiling brightly. How could someone smile that big?

“Did I mention (Y/N) is single and is looking for a male partner?” Jungkook said casually, putting emphasis on the word male.

“Jungkook, you can’t just say that!” you yelled, feeling your face heat up at the boy’s words.

Jackson just laughed and smiled cheekily at you. Did he not recognize you?  Thank god! This would be much easier if he didn’t remember you from that night. You could just have some small talk, maybe even go on one date, who knows? He definitely was on the good looking side of the male population.

You all casually made small talk and eventually ordered your food. Everything seemed to be going great, and you believed that you would be able to make it out alive. That is, until the little shit known as Jungkook excused himself to “go to the bathroom”. As he walked out of Jackson’s view he looked back at you, and, you swear, what he did next made you blush a million shades of red. Jungkook put his arms out in front of him and thrust his hips into them repeatedly and gave you a thumbs up.

“So, (Y/N), who do you work for?” Jackson asked, bringing your attention back to him.

“What do you mean? Like, where I work at?”

“No, I mean a person,” he looked into your eyes. Did he remember you? What did he mean?

“Well, I work for this really nice old lady in a coffee shop. I feel so bad because I don’t remember her name,” you sighed, puffing out your cheeks.

“Oh, so it was all a coincidence then?”

“Do you remember me?” you asked nervously.

“Of course I do, you technically saved my life!” Jackson exclaimed with a humongous smile on his face.

“Then, can you explain to me why that whole event took place? Who’s V? Who’re you?”

“Nope! These lips are sealed, darling,” Jackson said while acting as if he was zipping up his own lips.

This was great. He actually remembered you, but he can’t tell you what the hell happened on that night.

“But, what I can do, is to at least take you out on a date as compensation,” he smiled innocently at you.

“And you have absolutely no excuses to reject me. Your friend told me all about your requirements in a partner. I happen to meet all of them,” he smirked as you giggled.

“Fine, I guess we could go on one date.”

Jackson smiled and nodded happily. He seemed so different from the man you saw weeks ago, it’s amazing. Jackson reached inside his pocket and pulled out a pen, writing down his number on a napkin and passing it to you.

“Call me sometime, (Y/N), and we can set up that date,” he said as he stood up from his seat, starting to walk away before he hesitated and looked back.

“Listen, if you ever see that man, V, again, walk away. Don’t interact with him at all. He is a very dangerous man, and he is definitely very pissed at you for letting me get away. I’m just looking out for you, you’re innocent,” he said before slapping some money on the table and casually walking out of the diner.

“Coincidentally” Jungkook came back at the exact same time Jackson left. He looked like a child on Christmas day, smiling with little stars in his eyes. You rolled your eyes at him, clearly unimpressed by the stunt he pulled.

“So, how’d it go?” Jungkook leaned in expectantly.

“Well…” you said, holding up the napkin with Jackson’s number on it.

“Oh my god! I’m so proud of you, my child!” he jumped up clapping.

You just laughed at your best friend’s antics. However, you still had doubts in the back of your mind. Especially about how similarly Jungkook and Jackson acted when you asked them about their jobs. Were they related somehow? No, you needed to ignore these thoughts for now. They would get answered eventually.

You would make sure of it.

One-shot #2

Fandom: MARVEL
Pairing: Tony Stark/Reader
Summary: Tony has made everyone on the team stay away from him because he is getting angry at something he has been working on in his lab, and Natasha sends you down -per everyone’s request- to try to calm him down.
Warning(s): Language.
Word Count: 2,383
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There was a light knock on my bedroom door, and Natasha walked in slowly. She stood for a moment silently, and I waited for her to finally speak “Sorry to bother you. But you’re best friend is being a total ass. You think you can talk to him?” my eyebrows came together as I stood from my desk, walking over to her with a sigh.

“What did Tony say to you all now?” I asked, walking past her and out of my room, into the hallway with her.

“I don’t know what he’s been saying privately, but he has been screaming and cursing at everyone that talks to him all night while you’ve been in here. I swear, I’m just hoping he stays off of the phone with Pepper, because that wouldn’t end well.” She spoke, and a small smirk met her lips as I nodded, knowing exactly what she meant.

“Alright, I’ll go talk to him I guess.” We were standing in front of my room, and she almost laughed as I turned to walk down the hall.

“You might want to put on some more clothes before walking out there. Everyone is in the kitchen right now.” She spoke, walking past me to where the kitchen was at the end of the hall, and I looked down at my tight shorts and sports bra, as I had just gotten back from working out a bit before sitting at my desk to unwrap my hands just before she came in.  I sighed at the thought that I wouldn’t have to go bother Tony if I  would’ve been working out in the gym still.

“You are probably very right. Clint might drool.” I joked and I heard her start to laugh as she pushed open the door at the end of the hall. I laughed, shaking my head I turned back into my room and threw on the first shirt I saw, but not bothering with the shorts.

I walked out into the kitchen and heard Steve instantly groan. “What? Are you going to suck up to him to get him to stop being an idiot?” He spoke and I brought my eyebrows together, until he pointed to my shirt and I looked down to see that it was the loose red ‘Stark Industries’ tank top that Tony had gotten me a few months ago.

“Don’t be rude to me because he was being an ass Rogers. I’m doing this for you weak kids. Anyways, I’m not sucking up. He got this for me as a joke a while back , and it was the first thing I grabbed to put on for going down there. If you want, ask Natasha what I almost walked out here in. This is an upgrade.” He turned to Natasha and she explained as I walked to the elevator, and I heard Clint and Steve both  mumble in understanding. I turned back around to them, pointing to Cap with a smile. “See Rogers?”

“Sorry Y/N, I’m just tired of Tony’s anger issues.” He chuckled, and I winked with a laugh as I stepped into the elevator.

“You’re good Rogers, I get it."I replied, and just before the doors shut completely, a silver blur flashed through the door, and Pietro was suddenly beside me. "What is it Maximoff?” I rolled my eyes, leaning against the elevator wall, pressing the button to go up one floor to Tony and Bruce’s lab.

“You might say it was an upgrade,” he spoke with his thick accent, looking at my clothing. “But I wouldn’t have complained.” I rolled my eyes as the elevator bell rang and the doors opened.

“Shut up Pietro.” I went to hit him, but he was suddenly down the hall. As I stepped out of the elevator and the door began to close, he was almost instantly behind me again, waving with a wink as the doors closed.

I walked down the hallway, opening the door to Tony’s lab and walking in. He was leaned over a table with his headphones in, mumbling as he worked on something. Out of all the time I had known him, it was times like this that he always seemed to be most comfortable. I had known Tony for about a year and a half before he had joined the Avengers, and they soon asked me to join as well after getting word of my military training. I walked over to the fridge, pulling out two beers before going to where Tony was working and pulling over a stool.

“Hello Y/N.” F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice sounded through the lab. “If you would like to speak to Mr. Stark, he is currently listening to Black Sabbath in his headphones and most likely will not hear you. He has also requested not to be bothered, would you like to leave a message?” I rolled my eyes at the sound of the programs voice and frowned, I had a strange hatred for F.R.I.D.A.Y that even I myself couldn’t quite understand.

“Can you tell him to shut you down and use a different program?” I spoke simply.

“I do not understand why you would want that.” She replied and I rolled my eyes.

“See? That is where J.A.R.V.I.S would have used sarcasm to say something like 'I would tell you that that hurt me on an emotional level, but due to the fact that I don’t have one, your insults are hollow.’ and I would have laughed, because that program had a damn good sense of humor. But you, on the other hand, didn’t say that. Do you even know what sarcasm is?”

I waited for an answer , which she quickly came back with. “The Oxford dictionary lists sarcasm as a noun meaning, the use of irony to mock or convey contempt. Example-”

“Oh my god.” I cut her off, then stood, walking towards Tony.

“Y/N. Mr. Stark has requested not to be bothered. I can deliver a message to his headphones.” I rolled my eyes again, annoyed with F.R.I.D.A.Y by this point.

“No, I can deliver my own message, thanks.” I gave a mocking grin to the air as I moved.

I walked over to him, ignoring her as she repeated what she had just said to me. I pulled out his earbuds, only for him to turn quickly in his chair, a frown on his face. “What do you want?”

My eyes widened and I took a step back from him. “I came to talk.” I replied, holding one of the beers out to him, which he took and instantly took the cap off, taking a swig of it as I did the same.

“They send you down here?” He asked and I sighed.

“I heard you were being an ass, so I came to talk.” He shook his head, turning back to what he had been working on.

He set his beer down before leaning closer to the thing, and I jumped when his hand crashed down on the table. “The damn thing just isn’t working!” He screamed and I sat down on my stool.

“Y/N, I told you Mr. Stark was busy.” F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice came back and I had to keep myself from losing my temper.

“Would you please shut her up?” I spoke slowly, and he sighed.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, leave us alone until we are done here. It shouldn’t take long.” He picked up his beer and took another drink as he sat down, turning towards me. “So, what do you have to say?”

I sipped from my beer, then set it on the table beside my stool, trying to look for the right words. “For one, I liked J.A.R.V.I.S better, he was fun.”

Tony nodded, “But now he is all human form on us, so.” He spoke and I shrugged with a small nod.

“And two, whatever you are working on, I know it’s for this upcoming mission in a few weeks, but if you need to take a break it’s fine, the team would understand. You can slow down if you need to.” I spoke simply, a soft smile coming to my face as I looked at him.

What happened next I didn’t see coming. “You can’t just tell me that it’s fine to take a break from what I am working on! You don’t understand because you aren’t a necessity to this team! Sure, you help, but this is the main thing we need for this next mission! So do not tell me that it is okay for me to slow down!” He screamed, standing and getting closer and closer to me as he went on, before he finally turned around and took a breath.

You aren’t a necessity to this team. His voice repeated in my head, and I watched as his body seemed to tense, and he turned back towards me, a softer expression on his face now. “Y/N. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“No! You do not have any fucking right to treat me like I am beneath you in any way. So don’t you dare try to give me that shit about you 'can’t take time off of your little project!’” I was standing, screaming, and stepping closer to him with each word as he had just done to me. “You do not speak to me like I am a child. If anything, this team doesn’t need the rich guy that sits in a suit while the rest of us are actually fighting. You are here because mentally, we need you, but physically, we could get any damn John Doe off the street to learn how it works and sit in that suit to do your job.” Venom laced my every word, and I could see a slight twinge of fear in Tony’s eyes. “You will speak to me like a normal, rational human being, because I am your equal! You will not speak to me like that because you are pissed that something you are working on isn’t fucking doing what you want! I am not your work, so you will not treat me in the way your work has you feeling!"Tears of frustration had built in my eyes as I finally stopped screaming, taking a few deep breaths as I walked back to my stool and sat down.

"Y/N.” He whispered, walking over to me. “Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’m just pissed it’s not working, and Pepper is mad at me, and the entire team is done with my sorry ass.” He ran his fingers through his hair as he stood in front of me. “I’m sorry. I am.” I shook my head, looking up at him slowly.

“Don’t ever speak to me like that again.” I replied, and he nodded. “But I’m sorry for what I said as well. It’s not true.” I finished and he smiled, shaking his head.

“Yes it was, every part of that was true. The only thing is that I already knew all of it.” He spoke and I shook my head again.

“No it’s not. We need you here.” I spoke, and he went over, pulling his stool closer to mine as he replied.

“I really didn’t mean that. When I said you weren’t a necessity to the team. You are. We all need you.” I smiled and a small laugh escaped my lips. “All I’m needed for is to keep Pietro from flirting with Natasha.” He laughed as well, nodding.

“Yeah, being fast wouldn’t help him from what she would do if he did to her what he does to you every day.” He spoke, making grabbing motions in the air, and I reached forward, punching his shoulder.

“Shut the hell up Stark.” A smile was on my face now, as it usually did when we would argue. We always ended up joking around afterwards and apologizing, but we never seemed to question what the other really meant. We knew that anger meant honesty, but we never lingered on what had been said. We heard it, took it in, understood it, and then got over it.

He raised his eyebrows then, a smirk coming across his lips. “I like it when you call me that.” He spoke slowly and I rolled my eyes. “Come on, say it again baby doll. Nice and slow.” I threw my head back in laughter, putting my hand on his arm. I looked at him again seriously, standing up and standing between his legs, which were spread out per usual when he sat in his work stools.

I brought my lips to his ear, whispering lowly, “Anything you say Mr. Stark.” I pulled away slowly and his eyes were closed as he nodded.

“Mhm, yeah, I’m feeling it. That’s a lot better than F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice.” he spoke before we both fell into laughter again.

“Seriously though, you’re an ass Tony.” I spoke and he nodded.

“I know, I took it out on the team. I shouldn’t have.” I leaned forward, pushing on his arm as we stood, about to go to the elevator.

“I don’t give a flying falafel what you said to the team. You were an ass to me back there. ” I hooked my thumb over my shoulder as we walked out of the lab and headed down the hall.

“I know, I’m sorry.” He raised his hands defensively as the doors opened on the elevator and we stepped in together.

After a moment, he spoke again. “I like the shirt you’ve got going on.” He pinched my shirt, pulling at away from me. “I respect the branding.”

I rolled my eyes, “Only because it’s your name across my chest.” I pushed his chest and he smiled.

“That brings new meaning to me being all over you.” He winked and I scoffed. A moment of silence passed before he suddenly looked really confused and spoke again. “What the hell is a falafel?” He questioned, and I responded quickly,

“It’s an Arabic word. A deep fried ball made from ground chickpeas, fava beans, or possibly both.” I shrugged, and he rolled his eyes.

“It was a rhetorical question idiot.”

“I’m just trying to be F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s level of helpful.” I smirked, and he laughed, nudging my shoulder lightly as I chuckled to myself.

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“I really can’t see the reason why you have to be jealous!” Jisoo shouted to you while following you to the room 

 "He keeps on being friendly with you! and i don’t like it! the way he hug you or even the way he looks at you!“ You said while packing your things from the cabinet. 

 You accompanied Jisoo to her work and you watched her do her job. But you don’t like how her co MC Jinyoung act around Jisoo he’s too clingy

. “It is part of our job y/n! What do you want to me to do? quit my job as an MC in Inkigayo because you’re jealous?! Think y/n! Why can’t you just trust me? do you think that our relationship will work this way?! for god’s sake y/n we’ve been fighting this ever since! Every sunday we keep on fighting!”

 "I won’t be mad if he’s not too fucking friendly with you!“ You shouted back. You sat on her bed while she’s standing near the door. you ran your fingers through your hair and looked down. 

 "i love you, isn’t that enough?” she came near you and sat on the floor. 

“I’m so y/n” “You’re tired of me already?” You started to cry because you’re also tired of everything. Every sunday this is the reason you fight. Ever since she started working in Inkigayo you never stopped fighting since Jinyoung and Jisoo always on touch. 

 "I am, y/n. i’m so tired. but i’m not going to give up on you. we just need time for ourselves.“ She said to you while she’s wiping your tears. “Let’s-”

“I told you not to say that every time you’re emotional right? please no i don’t want to” You said and you grabbed your bag besides you and rushed outside the room. You heard her called you but you didn’t stopped. 

You’re walking with your head down while crying. It’s raining and you keep on bumping to other people. You’re heart aches so much when you remember that Jisoo wants to break up with you because of your childish act. You can’t stop thinking that Jisoo might have a feelings for Jinyoung already because she always get so excited when it’s Sunday and during weekdays you can see them texting each other. You keep on walking and you don’t know where you are going. You don’t even know where are you now right now. You get your earphones from your bag and put it in your ears and you played “Last Dance” by Bigbang. You keep on walking and you didn’t realize that you’re in a pedestrian lane already and it’s on a green light. You looked on your right side and you can see nothing but light until you hear a loud crash your whole vision became black.

“Y/N!” ㅡ

Jisoo saw how you got into an accident, how you roll over the car. She came running to you trying to wake you up.

“Wake up babe please, wake up” she keep on tapping your bloody cheeks, even thought you’re full of blood she keeps on hugging you saying how sorry she was.

“Call an ambulance! Please help me don’t let her die!” She keep on shouting that someone should call an ambulance.

“Please babe please wake up don’t leave me like this. please don’t just throw our 3 years relationship like this babe please wake up” she can’t stop crying while hugging a bloody body of yours until an ambulance came.

The nurses came and put your body in a stretcher and into the ambulance, Jisoo came too holding your hands while your vital signs are dropping. “Please babe hold on please, i’m sorry i love you so much don’t leave me”

You’re in the operation room while Jisoo is waiting outside. the rest of the girls came and helped jisoo changed her bloody clothes into clean one. They’re still waiting for you when a nurse suddenly came out of the operation room running to get some blood packs for you. yes, you’re in a critical condition where you lost a lot of blood, broken glass in some parts of your body and a broken ribs and worse you got you head bleeding.

It’s been 1 week since your accident and you’re still unconscious. Jisoo is totally wrecked ever since. She’s not herself during rehearsals, she’s not eating well nor sleeping. She’s just seating in the chair besides your bed holding your hand waiting for you to comeback.

“Y/n, i’m sorry baby for doing this to you, for making you jealous for hurting you i’m sorry. i love you so much y/n please don’t leave me. i don’t know what to do please. i need you my strenght my everything. the one who’s giving me the motivation to work to practice babe please” she keeps on whispering how much she loves you and how sorry she was.

until the day came…..

“Unnie you need to eat”

“I don’t have any appetite to eat Jennie stop”

“ugh…hhhhhmmmm” you’re trying to move your body but all the parts of your body is aching even your head is.

“OH MY GOD LISA CALL A NURSE” Jennie said while shaking, she saw you move and made a noise. “Babe babe babe” A voice keeps on repeating those words. you can’t figure out whose voice is it. While gaining your black vision you saw a Jennie, Lisa, Rosé and a girl you don’t know who around your bed.

“Thank you so much you’re back” The unknown girl told you while touching your face. “Who are you?” You asked. The four girls is shocked with what you said. “Me you know me?” Lisa asked. “Of course our maknae” you said with a smile.

“How bout me?” Jennie asked. “Yes of course our meanie leader” “Me?” Rosé asked with a soft face. “Yes of course my rosie” you said. “This is a bad joke y/n” the unknown girl said. “Huh?” you’re so clueless because she’s talking to you like you know her but you don’t.

She stood up and left the room while sleep is taking all over you…. Jisoo found herself crying outside the hospital her knees are weak, she’s blaming herself for all of this. Jennie and Rosie stayed inside the room while the doctor is explaining what happened to y/n. Jisoo sat in a rock and cried. She loves you so much and she keeps on thinking one of the deep conversation you and jisoo shared.

~

Jisoo just finished her vocal lesson, she came home exhausted. While you’re comfortably lying on the couch while watching The Vow with Dalgom. She came to you kissed your lips.

“Hi jagi” she said while she keeps on giving you kisses on the lips. She put dalgom down. and she cuddled up with you. You wrapped your arms around her waist and your chin on her shoulder. “Babe, what if i lost memories what will you do?” Jisoo asked you while looking at the tv. “Hmmm. i will make you fall inlove with me again” You said while kissing her neck. “You won’t give up?” Jisoo asked while turning her head towards you. “Yup” and she kissed your lips. ~

It’s been months since the day of your accident and jisoo is still consistent about making you fall inlove with her again. Jisoo is losing hope, because you’re getting close with Twice’s Nayeon. Nayeon is not aware about your relationship with Jisoo they really kept it a secret from others except the family and the other members. But Jisoo doesn’t know what you feel towards her.

“Nayeon, how do you know when you love someone?” You asked Nayeon while waiting for the coffee you both ordered. “When you can’t stop thinking about her… why? you think you’re inlove? who’s the unlucky girl?” Nayeon asked you with a face that’s teasing you.

“Jisoo. Damn it like i really can’t stop thinking bout her. it’s like i’ve known her ever since and it’s like we have a deep connection with each other. When i was hospitalized she was there every single day she keeps on reminding me about how cool our friendship was. but why does she’s the only one i can’t remember? …….is it because I’m inlove with her before the accident?” you suddenly became dizzy after talking and jisoo’s face appeared on your mind.

Thousands of memories flashed through your mind. The kisses the cuddles the fight the first i love you the first everything you did with jisoo you remembered everything. You remembered how much you loved her. And then suddenly everything became black.

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You woke up in a hospital bed and someone is sleeping besides you while holding your hand. And it’s her. The love of your life. Jisoo. She woke up when she felt you moved and she looked at you with her puffy red eyes. You carefully reached for her face and you tucked her hair in her ears.

“I love you my everything” you whispered. and you felt a warm liquid running throught your cheeks.

okay… i need something where he’s walking towards the missus like this, picks her up, throws her over his shoulder and runs back to the ocean taking her with him. she’d be slapping his back in protest… they’d end up in the sea with all their clothes on just laughing, kissing and talking. xx.

Can we go along with the context of what happened in the documentary, yeah? Where he jumps over the bridge? 

So, before this happens, he’s disappeared on his own and left a confused missus with Mitch and the band, letting them wonder where he’s gone off to in the dark, drunk on whatever concoction he’d been drinking and downing through the night. Half of them totally hammered and the other half of them sober.

When she’s about to go and find him, grabbing one of his shirts to block her arms from the cold wind of the evening air, she sees him traipsing up the bridge, soaked from head to toe, with his tattoos showing from beneath the wet, white material of his t-shirt. A drunken smile on his lips as his hair hangs down his face, dribbling water down his skin as he glistened under the lights lining the bridge.

“Where did you go?” She’d ask, watching as he took a step closer.

“Huh?” He’d slur, slightly dragging his feet in his drunken stupor.

“Where did you go?”

“S’hard to tell,” he’d smirk, jogging up to her and lifting her into his arms, tossing her over the edge of the bridge before jumping over himself, landing in the water with a splash, just as the missus resurfaces. Swimming towards her and holding her to his chest as she gave him a push and frowned towards him, “got yeh wet again.”

“You just ruined one of your good shirts,” she’d hiss, wrapping her legs around his waist as he kicked his legs to keep them floating, arms around his neck as she ran her fingers through his hair, “having fun tonight?”

“M’so smashed,” he’d murmur with a kiss to her forehead, “so smashed.” 

She’d bring her hands around to cup his face, running her thumbs beneath his eyes as he gave her a gentle yet intimate stare. The reflection of the lights around the small house dancing in his eyes as he roamed his hands around her back and pulled her close, pressing his lips to hers in a soft, but alcohol-flavoured, kiss.

“Glad you’re having fun,” she’d coo, “you deserve this trip, Peaches. Even if it is for work, you’re still having fun. It’s good to see you like this.”

“Glad yeh’re here with me though,” he draw out, “Jamaica sex is so hot.” xx

Unfaithful : Part Seventeen

Summary :
In the Pre-apocalypse , you went to your aunt Lucille’s house in Virginia to spend the summer there, but you fell in love with her husband Negan .

**drama - romance - angst- smut - betrayal**

Pairing : Negan x Female Reader OC.

Dedicated to @negansmainwife

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Warnings : language - angst - smut

Note:

This fic is about betrayal or adultery, call it what you want, please if you feel triggered about such thing don’t read. If not , you can be wether team y/n or team Lucille. LOL

Previous chapters :

https://negansslowlyburn.tumblr.com/post/159839481553/unfaithful

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You knew that making such a hasty decision is about to ruin your life. Putting on Jack’s ring means that you’ll be comitted to a guy you don’t love, and that you’ll live a lie worse than the one you lived with Negan. Getting married wasn’t just to get back at Negan, you weren’t even sure how he’d react if he knew, but it was a self destruction way to punish yourself too. To make yourself live every second of remorse , you knew that you’re crazy and you’re gone too far , now it’s time to pay your debts, and take responsibility for all your actions and decisions, it was time to clean up your mess.
It was so strange how a person could destroy their own life within seconds. You felt like you were trapped, you could just run away, go somewhere else where nobody can find you, the old coward you would do that, but the new crazy version of you opted to stay and face the reality, Negan used you for sex and now he showed you your real value to him! You figured he belongs with Lucille, no matter how many girls he fucked , he always goes back to Lucille and you were the stupid one who fell under his spell.
You decided to go to Jack, he was your only way out of this, if bad people go to hell, so shall your marriage be your hell for the sin you had made.
Your dark thoughts vanished all at once when Jack answered his door.

“Hi y/n! What a lovely surprise! ”
His charming smile plastered on his beautiful innocent face, as he watched you stepping inside his apartment.
You didn’t waste time, you were always hasty so you held your left hand up in the air, to show him that you wore the ring with the big shiny rock on it, thankfully you managed to fake a grin.
Jack’s hand froze on the doorknob as he was getting to close the door, his jaws fell and he blinked many times trying to adopt the fact that you accepted his proposal. He was getting to lose hope , he didn’t want to push you the last week especially that Lucille’s cancer took all the attention .
“Jack say something! ” Your lips twitched
“Uhh.. wow!” He let out a nervous short laughter as he run his hand on his hair.
“What can I say y/n!!!! This is….definitely the best surprise I ever had!!!” He added as he walked your way, he stopped only few inches from you , his eyes locked in yours.
“You just made me a happy man!!!” He softly whispered, then he pulled you from your waist and captured your lips in a fevered kiss, this time you didn’t pull away, you even let his tongue slide into your mouth. His hands gripping at your hips while yours looped around his neck , he started to push you towards the couch, you emitted a gasp once your calves were pressed against the couch ,you lost your balance and fell on its leather surface, eventually you broke from the kiss.
Jack positioned himself on top of you, his hand traced across your inner thigh till he reached your panties, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of the garment but you tightly grasped his hand to prevent him from making any further moves.
“Jack!! I’m not ready yet!!!” You said out of breath, your chest heaved as you became overwhelmed by nervousness.
Jack stared at you for a moment, then he nodded and got off you, he stepped away from you and headed to his kitchen.
“I understand! ” He muttered as he poured a glass of water for himself and gulped it at once, he also tried to hide his bulge from you.
“Jack please! I need time! I wanna marry you! I do!! It’s just.. I. ..!” You played with the hem of your sundress trying to think of something good to persuade him of your point. But he interrupted you .
“It’s ok really! I waited all this time, I can wait a little longer! ” He smiled to ease you.
“Can you…. can you.. wait till the wedding.. .night?” You mumbled, you felt your cheeks heating up, it was an unusual request .
Jack’s eyes widened, he was lost for words.

He moved towards the couch again and sat next to you, he tilted his head so he can look at your face, you were still hanging your head low and nervously playing with the fabric of your dress.
“Uhh…I thought. .you’re not virg.. I mean, you had a boyfriend before. ..!”
“That’s why, I … I want the uh…intercourse between us.. I only want it to happen at the wedding day.. !” You stuttered but then you found your courage and turned to meet his eyes.
“I want it to be special and worth waiting for.. I’m from a conservative family, we don’t believe in premarital sex!!! I feel like God punished me for what I did with my ex!!!” You couldn’t believe your ears, you were bullshitting your ‘fiancé’ , telling him to wait till the wed to have a taste of your pussy, ear fucking him with your shit about virtue while his married cousin Negan, YOUR AUNT ’ S HUSBAND, was screwing your brains out in a cheap hotel room for weeks every time he gets the chance to .
If your subconscious was a person, it’d definitely slap the shit outta you!!!
Jack seemed to buy what you just told him, it was half the truth anyway.
You ‘innocently ’ batted your eyelashes ,and you licked your lips as you looked at him like a maiden afraid for her chastity.
“Of course I can wait!” Jack gently held your cheek and planted a kiss on your forehead.
“I promise, I don’t have a small penis, I have normal female genitals! ”
You wanted to break the awkwardness with humor, it worked cause Jack threw his head back at the couch and bursted out laughing.
You grinned along with him, you watched him as you convinced yourself everything will be ok.



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Negan was sitting on the edge of Lucille’s bed, he held a glass of water for Lucille to drink, she only had a small sip of it.
“Come on drink more! You gotta stay hydrated! ” He gently pushed the glass again to her dry lips , urging her for another sip, she complied than she pushed the glass away and leaned back to her pillow.
Negan placed the glass on the bedside table.
“Uh… Lucille! Maybe this isn’t the right time to talk about this but I just wanna make something crystal fucking clear! I’m coming back here but only because I promised I …”
“I know Negan! We’re no longer a wife and husband anymore! I mean only on papers, I totally understand! You’re not in love with me anymore! You’re here out of pity!” She muttered with a voice full of bitterness.
“Don’t you fucking say that ever again! I’m not staying with you out of pity, I may never fulfilled the loyalty part in our vows but I’m definitely sticking by your side for better or worse , for sickness and health! As a friend!”.
Negan placed his hand on Lucille ’s and tenderly held her gaze.
“Are we friends?, dear ones? Till the end?” His voice trembled.
She wiped a tear that escaped her eye and sniffled.
“Of course! ”
Negan held her to his chest in a warm hug and placed a kiss on her hair as he his fingertips traced across her cheek. Then he broke the hug and got up then walked towards the door.
“I’m going to pack my things from the hotel, I’ll be staying in the guest room!”
“Whoever she is, she’s lucky! ” Lucille uttered in a shaky voice.
Negan stopped and turned around, his lips parted to say something but he decided against it, sometimes words can’t do the trick, sometimes they just worsen things. So he just chose to hold his peace and leave the room.
Once he closed the door behind him, Lucille turned on her side , she hugged the pillow and tightly gripped at it and cried.


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You spent the whole evening hanging around with Jack, acting like a good fiancée. You went to ‘celebrate’ your engagement in some restaurant, you faked giggles and sexy smiles the whole time. You clasped your fingers with his many times. But your heart was with Negan, it ached every single second you spent with Jack. How much you wished that it was Negan who’s holding your hand, swaying your hips in a romantic dance, kissing your lips and whispering love words in your ears! You’d do anything to be with him! But he let you down and he hurt you!!! Not to mention that living happily ever after with him would be considered as one of the seven wonders! Not with him being Lucille ’s husband! For how long would you live such a fake happiness! Because if your cards are laid on the table , Lucille will hate you for eternity. You decided to let go of your selfishness and with it your insane love for Negan.

Time passed painfully slow with the guy you’re supposed to spend the rest of your life with. So this is how marriage supposed to be??
Jack gave you a ride home, it was past 10 pm already, before he leaves, he pulled you to him and crashed his lips on yours in a hot kiss while his hands wildly moved on your ass. You let out a fake moan, then you pulled away and smiled.
“Good night Jack!”
“Good night baby!”
You watched him driving away then you entered the house. You tiptoed so you won’t make a noise and wake Lucille or Negan up, you literally sneaked inside.
“That was quiet a fucking show!” Negan blurted , you jumped in fear and turned to him, he was sitting in the darkness next to the window.
“You scared the shit out of me Negan!!!” You hissed.
“Oh did I fucking startle you? Sorry! Did I say that your little show in my front fucking yard gave me a boner?!” He got up and paced towards you.
“You’re a pig!” You started walking away from him but he caught up on you easily and violently grasped at your forearm turning you around to him, your chests were touching and your noses almost did.
You winced and groaned in pain.
“Let go of me!! You’re hurting my arm!”
Negan was gripping on your left arm, the diamond ring twinkled , Negan darted his eyes from hers to the big shiny rock.
“What the fuck is this??” He whispered
You looked away without answering his question. He actually realized that by putting Jack’s ring on your finger, means that you became his fiancée. But he tightened his grip on your arm more, you almost fell into your knees because of the pain.
“Answer the fucking question! ”
Negan tried his best not to lose his shit and shout out loud while Lucille was resting in her room.
You tried to get rid of his tight grasp but you couldn’t and you knew too if you yelled at him that Lucille would hear you.
“Let go of me, please! ” you murmured as you twisted in pain, and your tears rolled down your face.
Negan dragged you to the garage so you both have a little privacy, and out of hearing reach, he pushed you inside and locked the door behind him.


“What the fuck are you doing? Are you fucking crazy? You said yes to him??!” He stood tall glaring down at you with flames in his eyes, he was shaking in anger.
“Yes!!! I’m gonna marry Jack!!! And that’s none of your damn business! ” you defiantly started back at him, it kinda pleased you to see that he was shaken by your statement for a while.
“You’re gonna ruin your fucking life! Why??? I know you don’t love him!!! Are you doing this to get back at me? Because I didn’t give you the fucking D for a week?” He growled.
You hysterically laughed and shook your head.
“Oh you cocky son of a bitch!!! You think I’m doing this because of you? I am not!!! I’m doing it for Lucille! ”

“Bullshit! You’re fucking lying! Lucille has nothing to do with this!!!! You’re doing it because you’re a little bitch who can’t get enough of fucking attention! !! So what? I’ve been tough on you! I ignored you for a week ! So you went running to Jack!!! Lucille has fucking cancer, I felt my hands fucking tied!! Yeah I acted like a douche!!! I fucking admit it! But I had my fucking reasons! Instead of standing by my side! You seek attention from Jack! You think getting married will solve our problem, guess what it won’t solve a shit!! ”
Negan huffed in frustration as he turned his back to you , he kicked the door of the garage real hard, it made you flinch.

“You need help Negan! I don’t understand how come you wanna be surrounded by women? So you have a woman and you want her niece too??” You scoffed and you planned on hurting him. You placed your hands on your hips and added.
“You had what you wanted , right??? You fucked a … what did you call it once? Ah yeah, a young college pussy! !! You used me for sex, but guess what ? I did the same!!! Fucking You was pleasurable Negan! ” You smirked, but deep inside you could feel the adrenaline rushing through your veins. You obviously succeeded in hurting his feelings when he turned to you, a demented look on his face.
“I didn’t mean to praise you though, because Jack is much better than you! ” You eyed him up and down in an evil way.
Negan shook his head in denial and murmured.
“You’re lying! You didn’t sleep with him!”
“Then you should ask him where I spent the night when Lucille was in the hospital! I spent it in his apartment! ”
“You’re fucking lying! ”
“His apartment is painted in white with many windows, he has black leather couches a very big LG tv and…!”
“Shut the fuck up!!! You’re lying! ” Negan snapped at you and pushed you back to his car, his fingers snaked around your throat as he stared down at you in way it made your knees weak, he scared you. It was the first time you see him mad like this. For a second, you thought police would find your corpse rotting in his garage after he strangle you to death.

His features softened a little when he noticed the fear and lust combined in your eyes and the way your body trembled under his touch. He moved his eyes from yours to look at your lips, he leaned a little closer , and took your buttom lip between his teeth and roughly tugged at it, you moaned as you tasted a little blood.
His lips vigorously moved against yours, then he slid his tongue inside your mouth to claim yours, he tightened his grip on your throat once in a while to remind you he’s still in charge.
Both of you stopped kissing to catch your breath. You placed your hands on his forearms , silently asking to let go of your throat but he didn’t. He wasn’t blocking the air but he wasn’t being so gentle either.
“Are you still gonna fucking marry him?” He huskly demanded.
“Yes!” Even though you were scared of him but it oddly made you aroused.
“But Negan. … you can fuck me for the last time!” You breathed out.
Negan opened the door of the car and pushed you on the back seat, he got on top of you.
You snaked your arms around his neck while you eagerly kissed him, your fingers fumbling to work on his pants, you managed to quickly unbuckle his belt ,he was moving fast too, he helped you unzipping his jeans and unbottening them with one hand and the other pulled your dress to your belly and without even taking your panties off he just pushed them aside a little, giving him enough space to slid his throbbing hard length. There was no time or mood for foreplay, but you were more wet than an October night. “Fucking shit!!”
Negan groaned when his dick easily entered between you glistening folds. He thrust deeper with all the stops out, while your hands moved to tug at his hair and calves resting on his lower back, holding onto dear life.
He rested his head into the crook of your neck while he mumbled few unclear words and cusses. His hands moved under your dress and bra to rub or sometimes pinch your nipples.
You could feel the car rocking with every thrust he made, it turned you on even more.
He plunged into you in a vigorous rythme, his cubic hair rubbing your sensitive puddle of nerves. your pants and moans drove him to the brink. He deepened and quickened his thrusts as he felt your inner walls clenched around his girth, till he released ropes of his thick sperm inside you, the warm liquid tingled your sweet spot , it drove you over the edge, you arched your head back and let out a loud moan of satisfaction.

With his face burried in your neck , Negan squeezed his eyes shut and shivered for a moment while on top of you. Both of you breathed heavily, you caressed the back of his neck. After all the tension and lust were gone you felt ashamed of yourself again. The shit you sold to Jack about how you don’t believe in premarital sex hit you like a lightning, you just wanted to feel him one more time!!! Negan was your drug, and it will take all your power to quit.
you let out a breathy sigh while Negan shifted a little then he lifted his eyes to you.
“You still wanna marry him!” This time his voice was much calmer and his facial expressions were easy and soft.
You avoided looking into his eyes as your hand moved to gently rub his beard.
“Yes!” You gave him a sincere answer.
Negan’s eyes darkened again, he quickly got off you . He stood by the car fixing his pants.
“God fucking damn it! You women!!!” His fingers were trembling as he searched his pockets for a cigarette.
You stepped out of the car and adjusted both your panties and sundress.
“We can’t do this anymore! !! You can’t. .. I can’t live like this forever!!!!” You sobbed.
Negan turned to face after he lit a cigarette, he inhaled then let the smoke out of his nostrils.
“Can’t you fucking be patient! I never expected that Lucille would get sick!!! Actually it’s because of you we’re fucking here in first place!!! I told you to go with me, I told you to end it with Jack!!! I just can’t fucking understand, are you or are you fucking not selfish?!!! Once you give in, you fucking give me the best time in my life than you fucking run to Jack!!! I tell you let’s fucking disappear! You say you can’t do this to Lucille! !! I give my back for a second, you go dating Jack!!! I fucking get busy for a while you put a fucking ring on your finger!!! What the fuck is wrong with you???? Why are you fucking doing this to me??!!”“

Negan’s vein bulged out on his neck , his dark tall form towered over you, his breath accelerated , he was genuinely hurt and fuming like a chimney ! You closed the gap between you two and held his hand. What you were about to say was going to be the most life changing shit ever! You let out a shaky breath that sounded too much dramatic.

“I just can’t Negan! I can’t do this anymore! We made a huge mistake!!! Craving for each other was mere sexual! You thought you loved me or maybe you pretended to! But Maybe once I’m gone you’ll go find someone else!!! And What happened now in the car was me saying goodbye! I’m moving out tomorrow, I’m going to live with my fiancé, you take care of my aunt! !! I’ll pretend that none of this happened! We , us , NEVER happened! Please, just stay away from me and I’ll do the same!!! From now on you’re my aunt’s husband and I’m your wife’s niece, your cousin’s future wife!”

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You’ll never know - Harry Styles Au imagine

Warnings: Present Day Harry ignore the gif above that’s for the idea,SMUT,unprotected (wrap it up fellas) and oral (m+f)

A/N: I came up with this idea from watching Once Bitten with Jim Carrey and a vine I saw of vampire Harry I recommend listening to the devil within by digital daggers that also helps for the all in out theme. Enjoy x

I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t asleep yet, it was currently 3:45 in the morning and I was wide awake unable to shake the feeling that someone was watching me.

I received a text message from my best friend y/b/f/n

Bestie: hey boo wake up we’re going clubbing!

You: are you crazy it’s fucking 3 in the morning?!

Bestie: honey I know but it’s a vampire themed club and it’s new!!

You: alright I wasn’t asleep anyway

Bestie: pick you up in 10!

I know I’m totally insane getting dressed to go clubbing this early in the morning but I didn’t have another choice I mean I couldn’t sleep so I might as well go.

I decided to wear a body hugging black mini dress with silver high heels and my hair in a half ponytail. Y/B/F/N was on time honking for me to acknowledge her I hurried before the neighbours could complain.

“Hey babe” she smiled as I got in “Hey” I said breathless “so exactly what possessed you to want to come out at 3 and want to go clubbing?” I questioned curious “honesty I have no idea I just felt like we had to go” she answered and started the car.

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Hey guys! This is just my reaction/summary post of the BTS Concert in Newark (Thursday, 3/23)! I’ll be going into a lot of detail, but bare with me. I’ve linked all the fancams I took throughout the post, so you can check that out :)

[Full Fancam Playlist]

BEFORE THE CONCERT

Alright so first things first…I’ve been following BTS since ~May/June 2014, and this was the first time I was actually able to go to a live concert. I WAS LITERALLY BEYOND THE MOON when I got tickets, and I was so excited that I was badgering everyone I knew with my fangirling. BTS means so much to me, they got me through some of the hardest times in my life, and they gave me happiness and hope. So getting to go to one of their concerts, see them and support them in person, was such a blessing.

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