i went to a party with her on saturday

anonymous asked:

Do you think h would like going to the missus hometown and going to her childhood home? Also what if she had old band posters in her room? I'm sat on my couch and I can't stop thinking about bringing h home and letting him meet my mum, dad, brother and dog :(((

Definitely. Of course! It’s where his missus grew up! Of course he’s going to want to know about her childhood. Taking the drive down through the quite countryside, watching as she points out where she was born, where she went to school and where she used to spend her pocket money and where she used to hang out with her mates on a Saturday afternoon in the Summer. Sharing stories of the time she tried beer for the first time at a college party, where she’d had her first kiss with her very first boyfriend, and, even where she had her first vomit in the street - which would always have Harry chuckling because he knows she’s a lightweight when it comes to liquor and it’s cute that she’s had it all her life.

It would be even more special when they go because they make new memories to share with their own children when they take the 40 minute drive to go and see nana and grandpa for the weekends.

And she’d love it when he’d take her to Cheshire, because it’s where he grew up and it’s where he blossomed into the man sat in the car beside her. He’d share stories about school and doing mini tours with White Eskimo and he’d always drive past the one spot in Chapel which held the special place in his heart; the one place, hidden away, where the idea of auditioning for The X Factor popped up. She’d love to hear his stories, much like he loved to hear hers, regardless of whether it included exes or not. It was their childhood. 

Their past that moulded them into the ones they were now. xx

Bad Things- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Just glimpses in to Jughead and Reader’s relationship. Heavily based off of the song “Bad Things” by Camila Cabello and Machine gun Kelly because I’m a total slut for that bop

Warnings: SIN SIN SIN SIN SO MUCH SIN IM A SINNER, Swearing, implied smut, actual descriptive smut like guys this is kinda intense.

I DID IT OKAY I SINNED FOR Y’ALL

(Disclaimer: If you are uncomfortable with Jughead Jones smut then Do.Not.Read. This is literal actual smut intended for the Riverdale Tv Show version of Jughead Jones portrayed by Cole Sprouse, as all my other fics are. If you are offended or do not like this kind of stuff, then just keep scrolling. This is requested by my followers and I won’t deny it or not do it simply because a few other people don’t like it.)


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“Am I outta my head, am I outta my mind? If you only knew the bad things I like.”


It was the little things about him that always had me craving him. The veins along his wrists, when his jaw was clenched. The little hints of curls that poked out of his gray beanie, almost as if they were begging to see the light of day. The frame of his body was probably my favorite part. I had never been attracted to buff men, particularly guys like my friend Archie Andrews. He was a whole different story though. He was tall and lean, almost comparing to the body of a track runner, but his body was still toned in all of the right places, and he was certainly strong enough to carry me up my stairs to my bedroom. Jughead Jones made me think the most sinful things, and I couldn’t ever stop. I’m just lucky that the feeling is mutual.

“Y/n?Did you just hear a thing I said?” My best friend Veronica looked at me expectantly, her eyebrows raised and looking frustrated with me. Truthfully, I hadn’t heard a thing she said. I was too busy focusing my attention on something more…interesting.

Jughead Jones had started out as a friend. That’s how they all did, right? We had four classes together, and mutual friends, so of course, we grew incredibly close over time.Eventually, it became something more The boy stared back at me, his blue eyes piercing through mine and in to my head, almost reading my thoughts. I saw as he mouthed a simple word “tonight” and I gave him a slight nod, biting my lip in response.

“Sorry V, she’s too focused on her loverboy.” Archie taunted me, passing by us and to his friend, knocking shoulders with him. Jughead blushed slightly, not moving from his position on the lockers, his arms crossed over him. I could fix that.

I strutted over, my hips moving a little more than they usually do. Jughead uncrossed his arms and they immediately went to my waist once I reached him, pulling me in to his body that was still against the lockers. I leaned up, pressing my lips to his quickly before the bell rang. I broke apart from my boyfriend, my hand sliding down his shirt slowly. I pulled away, winking at him before strutting off. I didn’t even have to turn around to know his eyes were on me, watching my every step.



“No matter what you say, no matter what you do, I only wanna do bad things to you.”



Jughead and I had been together for a good six months before we got in to our first fight. He always had his nose shoved in to his laptop, and I got no attention from him anymore, and I was angry. I had waited a while for him to notice, and he never did, so I took matters in to my own hands.

My boyfriend sat at a stool in my kitchen, his hands in his hair and his laptop in front of him, His beanie long forgotten on the counter. If I wasn’t so pissed at him, I might have offered to release some of that tension, but I wasn’t in a giving mood that day. I slammed the laptop shut, my eyes glaring at him. Jughead looked up at me with a confused look.

“Forsythe, do you remember why I invited you over?” I asked him, my eyebrow cocked while I waited to his answer. His mouth opened slightly, trying to string together something and drawing up a blank. I scoffed, shaking my head and walking away.

“Baby, wait-” Jughead hopped off the stool, following me out of the room.

“Jughead, I asked you to come over because I wanted to spend time with you!! Not so I could watch you on your laptop the whole time! I just want some of you to myself!is that too much?”

“You know how important this novel is to me, y/n-”

“ I know that! But I should be more important!” I shouted. I didn’t care if I sounded selfish. I was pissed.

“ Of course you’re more important! What kind of question is that?!” Jughead looked at me like I was ridiculous and I shook my head.

“Really? Because sometimes it feels like you would choose that book over me if it came down to it.” I crossed my arms, my foot tapping against the hardwood floor. Jughead’s face fell, and the anger on his face was replaced with a sad look.

“That is not true, that is not true at all, I would always choose you.” Jughead closed the gap between us, his arms wrapping around my waist. I pushed him away slightly, my hands on his chest.


“Prove it.” I spoke bravely, my tone of voice becoming different.


Everything happened relatively quickly from there.Jughead’s hands went around my back, lifting me so my legs were wrapped around his waist, and his fingers wrapping around the backs of my thighs. His mouth was on mine and I felt my back hit the wall. Jughead’s lips went to my neck, sucking harshly at the skin until purple bruises adorned it. My hands went to his sweater, almost ripping the fabric just to get it off of him.

“ My room,” I panted, my hands tangled in Jughead’s hair while he sucked harshly at the collarbone peeking out of my tank top. He adjusted my body that was wrapped around his before making his way to the stairs, carrying me up them. I felt my back hit my mattress and Jughead was on top of me, his legs on either side of my waist and his hands already under my shirt. His had already been tossed over a chair in my room.

I flipped us over so I was on top,grinding my lower body in to his. Jughead let out a low groan, his head tilting upwards at the contact. My hands made quick work unbuckling his belt, pulling it off of him quickly and unbuttoning his jeans. Jughead looked at me impressed.

“No matter how many times you do that, I’m still pretty shocked at your skillwork.” Jughead’s arms went behind his head, a smirk now on his face.

“Don’t get too comfortable.” I taunted, my hands going behind my back.

I unclasped my bra, tossing it across my room somewhere. Jughead sat up quickly, his mouth already on my chest, littering my body with hickeys. He flipped us over again so he was in control, and pressed open mouth kisses down my stomach to my hips, his fingers curling under my sweatpants and dragging the waistband down and off of me. My breath hitched in my throat when I felt his lips on my thigh, leaving light little kisses up them until his mouth was over the fabric of my underwear. My back arched off the mattress at the feeling, my fingers gripping the sheets until my knuckles turned white. Jughead hooked two of his digits in to the side of my underwear, pulling them slowly down my thighs.

“Jug… Jug please.” I begged, not really in the mood to take things slow. Jughead pulled the fabric down the rest of my legs, and they went flinging in an unknown direction of the bedroom.Jughead’s head dipped down, and I was breathing intensely, my hands going to his hair and tangling in to the strands, gripping tightly.




“We’re both wild, and the nights young, and you’re my drug.”




Parties weren’t Jughead’s thing, but Cheryl was in fact now a part of our gang, and it was only fair to at least make an appearance. So, on Saturday night, I was getting dressed and ready to go to her party. I wore a simple blue dress a gold belt with a bow around my waist, and some black ankle boots. Veronica and Betty laid on my bed, chatting amongst the two of them while I finished my makeup. I was finishing my lipstick when Archie and Jughead walked in to my door, both of them surprisingly having smiles on their faces.

Jughead made his way towards me immediately, pressing a kiss to my temple and standing behind me, his arms wrapping loosely around my shoulders. I looked at him through my vanity mirror, blowing a kiss at him, and he blushed and rolled his eyes.

“Are you almost ready y/n?” Betty sighed exasperatedly. She say up from the bed, smoothing out her romper, and Veronica wrapped her an arm around her waist, leaning her head against her girlfriends shoulder

“Oh, Bets, let the poor girl take her time. It’s always classier to be fashionably late.” Veronica pressed a kiss to the shell of Betty’s ear and her face went red.

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We arrived on time to the party and everyone split up, Betty and Veronica dancing, Archie talking to Valerie, and my back to Jughead’s chest as we sunk in to a corner of the room, to have some privacy. His arms were around my waist, holding my tightly to his body while he pressed kisses to my neck, whispering incredibly sinful things about what he would be doing to me right this minute had we not been at Cheryl’s house.

I know that Jughead would have rather been at my house tonight, cuddled in to each other on my couch watching a movie, or just talking and being in each other’s presence, or even trying out some of the things he had been whispering to me. I felt a little sympathetic for him, but I knew just the way to cheer him up.

I turned around, my hands slipping in to his, and I pulled him towards the middle of the room. An upbeat song was playing and everybody was dancing and jumping around. Jughead huffed, not wanting to go, but I knew he wouldn’t resist if I tried hard enough.

I finally got him to the middle of the room, my hands lacing with his, my back pressed against his chest as my hips swayed back and forth to the music. I could feel Jughead was tense, so I gave him a little incentive by pushing my lower body in to his slightly, and I heard his breath shudder a bit before he was moving his body against mine and his lips were on my neck.

“we should go back to your place."Jughead whispered, his lips brushing against my skin. I tilted my neck so he could have easier access, taking his hands in mine and running them down the sides of my body. With the way his body was moving against mine, and all the things he had been sharing with me earlier, it would be an understatement to say I was worked up. I grabbed his hand again, weaving through the crowds and shouting a goodbye to Betty and Veronica before starting the trek to my house. Jughead and I walked hand in hand, slowing down every once in a while to kiss each other.


"When we get home, you’re in for it.”

“Oh, I know.”




“And you keep me in with those hips, while my teeth sink in those lips, while your body’s giving me life, and you suffocate in my kiss.”


Fuck, Forsythe.” I hissed, my nails digging in to his back. My hips moved slowly down on to his length, my fingers moving up his back and in to his hair. His hands were wrapped around my body, his lips biting harshly at my shoulder. When I felt my body adjust to him, I rose my hips before sinking back down on to him again.Jughead captured my lips with his, his teeth biting gently in to my bottom lip. We lazily kissed as I moved up and down slowly, my walls tightening around him slightly. Jughead held me as close to his body as he could, our chests pressed together.

I was on cloud 9 every time I was intimate with Jug. Everything about him was breath taking, and he was so beautiful when he was like this: his lips slightly parted, his curly hair matted down and sticking to his forehead, and his body shining from the warmth of our bodies colliding.

I started to move my hips a little faster, grinding down on to Jughead’s hips. Jughead buried his face in to the crook of my neck, and his arms wrapped around me even tighter, if that was possible. I used whatever energy I had left to move my hips faster, bringing Jughead and I both to the edge. I could feel the warmth in the pit of my stomach, warning me that I was close.

“F-fuck, Forsythe,I-”

“I know, baby.” Jughead began to meet his hips with mine on every thrust, one arm unwrapping from around my body to press the pad of his finger to my clit. I gasped at the sensation, my nails scratching against his back harder.

“Shit, shit, I-I’m-” I cut myself off, not having enough breath to finish my sentence. I felt my stomach tighten and then I was cumming on Jughead’s dick, a quiet moan escaping my lips. I kept thrusting against him, riding out my high while he chases his, soon I was being hit with overstimulation, but I powered through it, bouncing against Jughead as fast as I could.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, I’m gonna-” strings of curse words escaped Jughead’s lips as he flipped us over, pounding in to me as hard as he could. His lips went around on of my nipples, sucking harshly, and his fingers rubbed quickly and forcefully against my clit, drawing out another orgasm from me.

Before I knew it, I was cumming again, this time Jughead following as he came inside me. Jughead’s body collapsed on top of mine, not before pulling out of me slowly. My hands tangled themselves in his hair and his arms went back around my body, his head laying against my chest. I could feel his heart race against my own beating heart, and I looked down at my beautiful boyfriend, as I smiled.He was all mine.





“The way we love, is so unique, and when we touch, I’m shivering.”





I woke up to the light shining from my bedroom window, the rays of sun peeking through my curtains and casting rays of light along the sleeping bodies of Jughead and I. The night before had been our one year anniversary, and he “spent the night”, Which resulted in to this morning, the both of us naked in my bed. Jughead was already awake, his fingers tracing along my arms.Goosebumps ran along my skin at the feeling of his touch, leaning up to give him a kiss.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Jughead mumbled against my lips. I giggled as his fingers went to my sides, tickling me the slightest bit.

“Good morning, handsome.” I smiled down at him, my eyes practically in the shapes of hearts. I loved this boy to death. He was the most perfect thing I had ever found in this world.

“How are you feeling?” He asked me, his fingers stopping so his arms could wrap around my back. He pulled our bodies tighter together.

“I’m great.” I told him, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. Jughead’s face scrunched up slightly and I giggle again, my hands cupping his cheeks.

“I love you, so much. So, so, soso much.” I started pressing kisses all over his face and I felt it scrunch up again before catching my lips with his. Jughead wasn’t a super affectionate person in public, so I loved these moments I had with him, hidden away under my covers, where it was just the two of us.





“And no one has to get it, just you and me.”






“I swear to god, you two are the most sickeningly cute couple in..in… In god knows what!” Veronica threw her hands up dramatically before slamming them down on to the table at the booth. She looked at the two of us, who sat across from each other. Jughead and I didn’t break our eye contact, still looking at each other and smiling brightly.

“Come on, V.It’s cute. They’re cute.” Betty defended, sitting across from her girlfriend.

“ I know, but look at them! All they do is stare at each other like its the morning after their first time.“ Veronica scoffed before pausing for a second. Her mouth opened in shock before she whispered loudly.

"You guys fucked!” Jughead and I broke apart at that, looking at Veronica with wide eyes. I was about to shake my head when Jughead interrupted.

“We’ve been fucking, V. Catch up.” Ronnie and Betty’s mouth fell open simultaneously at the confidence in Jughead’s voice.He leaned back in the booth and turned his attention back to me, cheekily winking at me. My cheeks grew hot as I looked back at my best friends, mouths still open in shock.

“You guys, you, you’re-” Ronnie stammered, looking back and forth at each other. Jughead and I started laughing at Ronnie’s reaction, and she sputtered.

“I don’t get your relationship. I seriously don’t.” Ronnie slumped in her seat, her chin resting in the palm of her hand.

“Cheer up, V. It’s y/n and Jughead. Nobody gets it except them.” Jughead and I had already tuned out Betty though, our attention going back to each other. Nobody had to understand our relationship, because it wasn’t theirs. It was ours, And it was perfect.

Jealous Much? (Pietro x reader)

Good evening babes! I hope your Saturday went well. I love you all, and I’m sorry this weekend isn’t super filled with fics, but it’s a hectic family kind of holiday, so I’m doing my best to be as active as possible. Much love, xoxo

Request:  can you write a pietro imagine where he loves the reader but doesn’t show it so she brings someone else as her date to a party and eventually he gets so fed up that he picks her up and runs off and they have really rough dominant sex? by: Anon

Warnings: SMUT. Cursing. 

MASTERLIST


Tonight was one of Tony’s grand parties where all important and famous guests came to spend their Friday night. He had asked you to find a date, so that you wouldn’t be alone. Everyone else on the team had a date, well, besides Pietro. Honestly, you had a huge thing for him, but you always thought that he could never feel the same way. He was always so feisty, and it made it hard for you to read him. Was making snark remarks his way of flirting? Nobody knew, especially you. So, having no date within the circle of your fellow Avengers, you had asked one of your old friends if he would accompany you to the party. Luckily, he agreed. 

You slipped on a form fitting black dress with a low neck line, that showed just enough to catch the right person’s attention. Your hair fell effortlessly around your shoulders, brushing lightly against your arms. You met your date at the party, and as you walked across the room, you started catching people’s eyes. They stared at your curvy figure, the exposed parts of skin, and they were head over heels for the way you strutted. You kept mostly to yourself and your date, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. Well, the only person’s attention you wanted was Pietro’s, but you wouldn’t admit it. So, you talked it up with your good friend, bringing up old memories and cracking jokes with them. The two of you were really close, you guys were basically siblings. Naturally, you were more comfortable with them, and you would nonchalantly would drape your arm over them. To other people it would seem like you were a couple, but to you two, it meant nothing. 

But, oh, did it mean something to Pietro. He was drifting away from a conversation with Wanda as he stared daggers at you and your date. The way you put your arm around him, or whisper in his ear, got his blood boiling. Seeing you with him was making him jealous. He should be with one with you on his arm, whispering all the things he was going to do to you later. Yeah, okay, he didn’t ask you. But, it was out of pride. Pietro didn’t want everyone to think that he would just fall to his knees for you. 

At this time, you and Pietro were catching glances at each other, the tension between you two growing. He would slit his eyes at your date then quickly shift his gaze to yours. You would respond with a stoic glare, quietly wondering why he was acting meaner than usual. He was being sassy, and it was pissing you off. But God, did he look good in his suit. The dark blue contrasted against his alabaster skin so well, his bleach blonde hair complimenting the look. You wanted to tear it all off of him, and you were doing so in your mind, biting your lip at the thought. From across the room, Pietro was leaning against the bar, a growl erupting in his throat. He couldn’t take this anymore. You were being a little to friendly with your date for his liking. And seeing you bite your lip got him very aroused. 

“Get the fuck over here, princessa.” A low, raspy voice whispered in your ear, before zipping you off down the hall, leaving nothing but a blue streak in their wake. It all went by so fast, making you very disoriented when he stopped in his bedroom. 

“Pietro, what the fuck?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him, quite baffled at his actions. “I swear to g-” You were quickly cut off by his lips harshly colliding with yours. It was unexpected, but you quickly melted into his touch. You had wanted this for so long that nothing was going stop you now. 

“Stop talking to other men, F/N. I don’t like to share.” He pressed you up against a wall, whispering into your ear, then lightly biting your neck. You moaned, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. 

“Jealous much?” You mumbled under your breath, pressing your lips against his in a passionate kiss. Without saying another word, the two of you quickly tore each other’s clothes off and threw them onto the floor. 

“Fuck, F/N. I want to fuck you so bad.” He mumbled into your neck, sucking on your sweet spot. You already knew he was going to be leaving a bruise there. But, you didn’t mind. If he was marking you as his, then hell, let him do it. He roughly kneaded your breast with one hand, grabbing your ass with the other. You gasped as your nipples began to harden under his touch. He lifted you against the wall, and you wrapped your hips around his waist for leverage. Your bare core brushed against his stomach, earning a moan from him. With every movement, you could feel Pietro’s erection getting harder.

“Why the fuck didn’t you do this earlier?” You gritted through your teeth. Pleasure surged through your veins. Your eyes were dilated with pure lust for him. “If you wanted me all to yourself, you should have done something about it.” You met his gaze, receiving the same lustful look.

“Don’t question me. Piss me off more, and I’ll fuck you harder than anyone has ever before.” He ended with a slap to your ass, leaving a red handprint. You yelped, and he grinned at your reaction. When you couldn’t take the build up anymore, you clawed at his back, trying to lift yourself onto his cock.

“Eager, are we?” He smirked. Then his face turned stern and dominant. “You don’t get it till I say so, princessa.” You moaned. Your bare core was pulsing, and you were leaving your juices all over his toned abs.

“I swear to god…” You said in between moans. “Fuck me already, damn it.” The two of you were fighting for dominance, and both of you were relentless. This time, Pietro gave in, but he wasn’t nice about it.

“You asked for it.” He growled and lifted you up, then forcefully thrusting himself into you, bottoming out inside of you beating core. You screamed his name, painful pleasure erupting in your body. He gave you no time to adjust to his length and immediately pulled out almost all the way before plunging his cock back into you. You clawed at his back and tugged at his hair. He moaned your name, you tight core feeling so good around him.

“Pietro! Fuck… I-I’m almost…” You couldn’t even finish your sentence as you gasped for air, every thrust knocking the wind out of you. He smirked, glad he was getting you to your breaking point. Without warning, he used his speed to thrust in and out of you at mind blowing rates. You screamed out as he hit your g-spot what seemed like a million times.

“Fuck!” You moaned out and your body tensed, your orgasm rippling through your core. Pietro followed close behind, and you felt him twitch inside you, his movements becoming sloppy. He slowed down, rocking you through your euphoria. You felt his hot cum release inside you, then felt it dribble down your thighs. He bit your collarbone and you fell into him, exhausted and blissful. You were slumped against his body as he pulled out of you, then lifted you up into his arms bridal style, laying you in his bed. You eyelids were heavy, and your breathing was slow and deep. Pietro pulled the covers over both of your bodies, pulling you into him. As you fell asleep, you completely forgot your friend along with the party that was roaring downstairs.

You were fast asleep in minutes, and Pietro took the opportunity for his confession. His face softened, a different wave of emotions rippling through him.

“You’re mine, F/N. Never forget that. Because guess what? I’m in love with you.”


Good evening babes!! I hope you had a good Saturday. I got to spend my day with cute babies. Best. Saturday. Ever. Just a reminder that you’re all beautiful and I love you guys!! xoxo

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In Your Head - Part 9

Jughead Jones x Reader

Reader: Y/N

Brother: Y/B/N

Word Count: 2,922

Summary: You are almost 3 months into a relationship with Jughead Jones. You are going through a tough time being too much in your head as the anniversary of “that night” comes closer. Jughead can sense something is wrong.

Warnings: Features sexual content, as well as a rape flashback and parental abuse. Please don’t read if easily triggered.

There you were. Locked away in your room just staring at your phone. You must have written the text out 20 times. You almost called him 5 times. Part of you wanted to tell him. Another part didn’t think it was bad enough. It had been worse in the past, easily.

Your phone vibrated in your hand and you jumped a little.
Hey Sweetheart, just thought I’d tell you goodnight. I had a great day with you. Love you”.

You sat there in guilt. You were pretty sure that he really meant those words.

It was finally late enough that you could leave your room without hassle, everybody else in the house was asleep.

You made your way to the bathroom. You weren’t sure what your back looked like and you weren’t one to have mirrors in your room. Your head had still hurt but the throbbed part had gone away hours ago. The only thing you were sure of were the small bruises around the inner part of your arm. Finger sized.

You quietly closed the door behind you and then turned on the light. Your lip was mostly fine as it seemed you had bitten the inner part of it.

You turned and lifted your shirt looking behind you to see in the mirror. A small stream of dark bruises ran across your spine.

Your put your shirt back down just trying to shrug off any feelings. You took a deep breath.

You slowly went downstairs, grabbed a bowl of dry cereal and went back to your room. You had finished all your homework already.

You finally texted Jughead back.

Thanks for wishing me a goodnight. I had a good day with you too. I don’t think I can hangout tomorrow but I love you too. I’ll see you Monday okay?”. It had been a little bit so you figured Jughead went to sleep.

As tired as you were with the last 2 days of events, you couldn’t find yourself getting sleepy. You decided to go back to one of your books.


With Sunday greeting you, you wanted it to go quickly. You had stayed away from your mother almost the entire day. Your Dad kept to himself in his office, only coming out to get something to snack on. You helped your brother with his homework and barely texted Jughead. That was your day. Quiet and kept away.


Monday morning’s alarm was signaling to the right of you. You did your morning routine while dreading going to school. However if it meant you got to escape from your house for about 8 hours, then that was at least something. You wore a long sleeved shirt making sure that today the sleeves weren’t pushed up and headed out.


You got off the bus and were greeted by Jughead. Your face suddenly turned into a large genuine smile. “Hey Sweetheart ”, instead of the usual kiss on your head he leaned in a grasped your cheek bringing his lips to yours. “I missed you”, the words escaped his mouth as his lips were parting yours. 

You gleamed with a smile as he reached down and grasped your hand. “I missed you too”. He walked you to your locker as usual but ever slightly more affectionate. 

You tried to keep your mind away from your mother and then you looked down the hallway. There was Chuck with a still swollen face. His eyes looked at yours and then to Jughead’s. You could feel Jughead’s body tense up. You held his hand with more strength and squeezed it before using your other to slightly touch his chest. “Hey hey hey…”, you were trying to calm him down now and his eyes that were so still on Chuck before now landed on yours. His face softened. “Nothing is going to happen here. It will be okay, I got you and all of our friends. Alright? Just ignore him and he will ignore you”.

His eyes went to his feet and he gently nodded, “Okay but can I walk you to all your classes?”. 

You smiled. “Well Veronica and I have back to backs together but after that okay. It doesn’t really stray from our usual day. You do realize you usually walk me to class.” You gave him eyes that were filled with a sardonic undertone. 

He got a little flushed. He played with the hair that escaped his beanie in the bottom part of his head. His arm flexed a bit while pulling on his hair. “Yeah, I know. I guess I’m just being overprotective”, his eyes looked to yours. You though, were staring at his flexed arm. And once again he had caught you ogling him. He gave you a smile.  

You laughed when you met his eyes. “Sorry”. 

Veronica made her way up to the two of you, giving you both a rather interesting smile. Her eyebrow going up at you as if she was trying to talk to you with just a look. “Alright lovebirds. We got to go to class”, she eyed the door to the math room. 

“See you later?”, his hand brought your body closer to his and he gave you a small kiss. 

“Why do you keep phrasing this in questions?”, you giggled and gave him a slight hug. He slowly walked away backwards while keeping his eyes on you.

You looked to Veronica and were once again blushed. “Oh, I have soooo many questions”. 

“You very well know I’m not going to say anything”, you gave a nod but knew she already had assumed correctly. Veronica slowly shifted your body to the left side of her and you weren’t sure why until you saw Reggie and Chuck passing through the hall on the other side. Veronica’s eyes steered forward only focusing on the door. You weren’t sure if she was being protective or trying to harness her own rage. 

You went to your usual seat and Veronica in front of you. You gently sat down with the brace of knowing that there was still pain when you sat down. Luckily no one’s eyes were on you. 


A few classes had come and gone and you knew you were headed your way outside once again. Lunch in hand, you saw everyone but Betty at the table already. You were excited to sit down but because your focus was on Jughead, you had forgotten about your back. You gave a small sigh of pain while you sat down. Only Jughead had noticed because Archie was talking rather loud with Veronica, once again conversing about the upcoming dance. 

The second you sighed, Jugheads head had snapped to you with his face full of concern. “You okay?” 

You once again gave a fake smile. You thought you were past this, but again you didn’t want to worry Jughead. Especially for something you considered minor. “Yeah I’m fine. Just a little tired. I was reading for a while last night and lost track of time”. At least that part was true - you thought to yourself. 

You passed him his chips and once again went on through your day. Treating it like any other day in school. The plus side of it being was that Chuck had seemed to be fearful enough of Jughead that he avoided you. No joking or staring at you. At least something had grown more positive.  


 *ring* 

The last bell had rung of the day and there was Jughead waiting for you by your locker. “Hey, how was class?”, he gave a peck on your cheek. 

“Good. Honors English is easily my favorite class”, you were putting away your books.

“Can you hangout today?”, Jughead asked with hopeful eyes.

“Yep. I already asked my Dad yesterday. I don’t have to be home until dinner”. Your arms went above Jughead’s neck. He gave a smile before diving in for a kiss. While gentle, his lips were warm. His hands slowly glided up your back but you resisted the flinch. Kissing through the pain, your focus trying to maintain on Jughead’s lips. You once again smiled while parting his body. You grabbed your bag and put it on your shoulder. Hand in hand you made your way to Archie’s house. Although, you just saw it as Jughead’s place now.


He was once again pausing to kiss you along your walk. However this time, a bit deeper and longer than any walk before. You took a breather from his mouth, with a slight pant trying to get some air. “Okay, but we are actually doing homework there right? Archie’s going to be there, and not sleeping this time….”

Jughead rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah. Sorry, I’m just becoming too greedy with you”. 

You smiled while your feet landed on the steps of the porch. “I forgot to tell you!”, it had slipped your mind, something your dad mentioned the day before. “My dad is taking my mom on his next trip this weekend. My brother’s staying over his friends house for two nights and everything!”. This usually happened once a year towards your dad’s birthday. 

“Sounds like we’re having a weekend together ”, you could tell he was excited but he gave you a very coy smirk. 

“Yeah. He usually does this around his birthday. He has a conference in Vegas and my mom actually likes it there…”, your thoughts slowly went back to Saturday but you snapped yourself out of it quickly. You gave a fast smile to Jughead. You really were looking forward to the weekend. 

He thought for a second, “Just don’t tell Veronica. She’ll want to throw a party or something”. 

“Ha. I wouldn’t let her”, you gave a small chuckle. 

You put your bag on the couch and began to get your books out on the coffee table. Jughead was slowly coming back from the kitchen complete with some snacks in hand. You sat down slowly knowing that if you prepared yourself you could resist the pain of your back bothering you. Out of a little fear you pulled your sleeves to the palms of your hands. Jughead seemed to slightly notice but also knew that you would do this when you were nervous. You began to work on your math homework while he typed away on his laptop. 


About an hour went by and with you now starting your French homework you could tell Jughead was needing a break. He was stretching his arms and started in again on a snack. You watched his body move but knew with Archie upstairs, who was strumming off and on his guitar, nothing would happen. 

“So did Jellybean call you last night?”, your question was genuine. 

“How did you know? And she goes by “JB” now,“ his eyes gave a slight roll. 

You gave a small laugh. “We were texting about books and she mentioned it”. 

“I knew I shouldn’t have given your number to her…”, his comment was a little exasperated. 

“Ha. No it was more talking her out of reading Anne Frank too early. I did get her to settle on Number the Stars though…” Your words trailed as you noticed Jugheads eyes following your lips now. 

You gave a smile and Jughead leaned in for kiss. He put your legs on top of his lap and pulled you towards him while his lips were still attached to yours. When you pulled your body towards him you resisted giving into the slight pain. You tried to remain your focus solely onto Jughead. You pulled your sleeves back to your palms and then proceeded to put your arms over his neck. His body now somewhat on top of yours. His kiss was getting deeper with his tongue battling a bit with yours. It got slower as if he wished Archie wasn’t home and you could feel your own body become a little heated. He tugged at the bottom of your shirt a little and you pulled back. “Juggs. We can’t right now but I promise the second my parents and brother are gone, we will have a great night”, your voice was stern but filled with glee.

He gave a deep breath, trying to cool himself off from what you could tell. “I know. It’s just hard not to want you with you being like that”. 

“Being like what?”, you were still unsure how Jughead found you this fascinating.

“You being you. You know, perfect”, his words trailed although they had come out before. 

You gave a coy smile. “You’re too sweet to me”. He dived in for a kiss once again but this time his hands went under your back as he tried to pull you on top of his lap. 

You gave a heavy gripe in pain. He let go of you instantly. He looked you up and down. 

“Y/N?! What’s wrong?”. He wasn’t yelling so much his words were heightened with angst and worry. 

You shook your head relaxing your body. “It’s nothing, I’m fine. Really”. With determination he pulled at your shirt trying to lift it up. “Jughead! Leave it alone”, you were trying to whisper while pushing Jugheads hands away. 

“Come here”, he grabbed your hand and dragged you upstairs to his room. You knew what was going to happen and this was not what you wanted out of the day. 

He closed the door quietly and locked it while you stood in the middle of the room, pulling your sleeves down out of nervousness and fear, and began to cross your arms. 

“Let me see it”, there were no anger in his words as his face was once again soft. 

“Jughead, really I’m fine. It’s really nothing”, you came up to his chest with your palms on it. Trying to reassure him. 

“Please Y/N”, his eyes were starting to water a little. You tensed up. You didn’t want to show him, but you also knew the bruises had lightened slightly. You looked to the floor in both disgrace and guilt, purposely looking away from his eyes. 

You pulled your shirt off. His eyes went to the middle of your arm as he saw some light bruising. You turned around and moved your hair and he was now seeing your back. He paused before moving his body slowly towards yours and lightly grazing the middle of your back with his hand. 

His voice got stern again, “When?”. You knew Jughead only gave short answers out of seriousness. 

You turned your body around. “Saturday, when I came home. The house was a mess and I….” Your words were cut off by Jughead holding you in for an embrace. 

“You have to tell me when this happens Y/N”. Your eyes were filling a little bit with water itself as Jughead held you in close. 

“It wasn’t that bad Juggs, it was just quick. She just pushed me around a bit. Really I’m fine now. It’s just a….” His hands moved to your face, his sharp eyes looking back into yours. 

“Look. If you don’t want to do something about this right now I understand. But you need to tell me when this happens. Even if you think it’s nothing”. You looked back to your feet feeling ashamed. You nodded. 

“Promise me?”, his words were crackling with his voice a bit. 

“I promise you Jughead”, your eyes met his again. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?”, he grabbed your hand leading you to the bed to sit down. He was looking at your arm again, closer.

“Yeah. I am. It just needs to heal a bit”. You jumped a little while Jughead was now slightly rubbing your arm. 

“Sorry”, his focus was on your arm. 

“I’m okay really. It wasn’t a big thing…”, you were trying to reassure him again but failing. 

“A “thing” is big enough for me”, his face once again stern. 

You felt ashamed again. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you”, your tried to focus your eyes elsewhere. He gently grasped the side of your face to look back at his. 

“You know I’m not mad at you right? It’s not your fault”. 

“Well if I had just….” He once again stopped you from justifying it. This time grasping your shoulder a little while his hand rubbed it back and forth. You smiled. You gave a deep breath. “I know your not mad at me Juggs. I just feel awful not telling you. I really almost did a hundred times that night. I just thought I could get through it by myself”. 

“You don’t need to get through it by yourself. You have me, okay?” You nodded again while he brought you in for a hug, he was careful to not touch the middle of your back.

“When do you have to be back?” 

“Around 6”, you looked at the clock and it wasn’t even 4:30 yet. 

“Okay, well. Lay here with me and take a little nap then?”, he motioned his eyes to the bed. 

“Okay”, he laid back and you laid on top of him with your stomach. He was holding you gently while rubbing your hip, your shirt still off. 

He reached his phone out of his pocket and put an alarm on, then set it on the side table. His focus back on you. “I love you you know”. He went back to gently rubbing your arm. 

“I love you with everything”, your eyes looked up to his and you kissed him. You went back to holding his chest while falling asleep in his arms.

Please notice

It has struck me, so why not the miarrens. Over the past two weeks Darren has been out and about by himself. In LA he saw shows. In NYC speech and debate. All without beard. She attends a party at alan cummings where it is dark and she is with her friend (s). The pics were at best dark, and…not one with D. If this is a bf and gf you could have fooled me. So how are the miarrens so fooled. I guess you see what you want to see. 

************************************************** Darren ran around NYC as free as a bird for days. Exuding happiness. He went to musical after musical, a “date” with Elvis, and not one but two well known LGBT bars. Flew back to LA to participate in some bearding stunts. But mysterious ones indeed. The platonic roomie snap where she was not present. One possibly two shows. We don’t actually know if she was at American in Paris. One fan said yes. Without a photo I trust nothing. She herself snapped about Fun Home. So I guess yes? But again. No photo. Saturday night she attended the same party as Darren. I doubt they even arrived together. She had her friends and boyfriend to both keep her occupied and to document her presence. Darren was surrounded by theater types and friends. If they spoke two words to each other I’d be shocked. Again no photos. Not to mention. The only use of snap by Mia herself throughout the entire week was her mirror selfie in the house she shares with Ben. My thoughts? Darren has agreed to some final stunts but has laid down the ground rules. Sure. She can attend the same party. But he certainly didn’t give her near what she wanted. He spent his night dueting with Alan and apparently Jai Rodriguez from Queer Eye. But most interesting to me of all. Her absence last night. No matter how small a role. This is Darren’s movie premiere. This IS an event that a significant other would change a schedule for to be present. Not to mention. It was full of press. And tons of photo ops. Yet Von Beard was uninvited? Wonder how he pulled that off? Her absence last night was glaring and a huge sign to me that things are progressing in the right direction. And if she turns up at We Day. It will just highlight the truth more.

anonymous asked:

Would you mind sharing the whole story with us? Like how it all happened? Who made the first move? What was the other's reaction? Did you guys knew eachother before clexa?

So funny enough we actually met one time nearly 3 years before we started talking on Tumblr. We went to the same university and met at an event because we’re from the same state and she was wearing a shirt from a small university I recognized. Fast forward to two weeks after Lexa died and I posted something that mentioned my school’s basketball team during march madness and then I got a message from EHJ herself asking if we went to the same school. Turns out we did. We became fast friends and were basically texting each other until we fell asleep every night. We would meet at Starbucks on Thursdays to help with twitter trends and rant about the flopdred together. Then one beautiful drunk Saturday she got drunk at a party and I was drunk at home and she started coming onto me while we were texting each other. At first I tried to play dumb but if I’m being honest I’d had a crush on her for a while by that point. One thing led to another and now we’ve been together for more than 10 whole months and I love her so crazy much.

From Friendship to more

As the title says it, this is once again a imagine about friends becoming more than that. I have such a weakness for that. Also, this is a concept I have had saved for ages and is dear to me. I’m so happy I got the time to rewrite this one shot. Hope you guys love it as much as I do.

Plot: Harry and Y/N are close friends and have a rather serious conversation at a mutual friend’s party.

Warnings: None aside from some swear words, the mention of alcohol and lots of feels.

Gif is not mine, yet undoubtedly beautiful.

The guy that made my heartbeat’s pace speed up, was a tall and gorgeous musician whom I had only gotten to meet by buying coffee in the same shop as him.
Harry was the second friend I had found after moving to London to live on my own. One day after work, I had gone out to a small cafe where I ran into him. We hit it off right from the moment we met and he’d invited me to join one of his friend’s parties and had stayed with me the whole time to make me feel comfortable. Despite the fact that he was a famous superstar and anything I did seemed almost ridiculously plain and boring compared to him, once I began talking he always made me feel like I was the most important person in the room. That was the main reason for me to have fallen for him as easily as I had. Now, three months after our first encounter, my knees went weak from a simple smile.

My life in London had finally found its routine and as it was Saturday, I had plans to meet with mine and Harry’s mutual friend Hanna so that we could go to a party together. She was similar to the rest of Harry’s friends that usually attended the same parties as he did and  loved drinking way past her limit. I liked to keep it to a sip, which she found boring.

The minute we arrived at the party she had already disappeared and abandoned me to greet some of the people I didn’t know.

So here I was. In the middle of a party and surrounded by drinking people I didn’t know. I couldn’t have been more out of my comfort zone, until suddenly, an all too familiar curly haired guy came into view. When he spotted me a smile formed on his face and he quickly made his way over to me.

“Y/N, love! I was hoping you’d come tonight.”

I blushed and tried to suppress the giggle fighting to break free at his unintended innuendo and instead happily allowed him to hug me.

“Hi Harry”, I greeted him, hoping the dim light would hide my red cheek’s once we pulled apart.

“How are you doing? God, you look stunning! I’ve never seen you in a dress before.”

His eyes traveled up and down my body, his green orbs sparkling and I knew that there was no way the dim light could possibly hide my red face.

“I’m fine and thank you. You look handsome yourself.”

Harry pretended to pull at an imaginary tie around his neck before breaking into a laugh.

“Are you alright, as well?” I continued, eager to keep his attention on me for as long as I could before someone else would come and whisk him away again.

“I’m good, thank you,” he replied with a warm smile before looking down to my hand, “Don’t you want something to drink?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m good. Thanks though.”

“Okay,” he shrugged, “Well, I actually came ‘cause there’s something important I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Sure.”

I nodded but Harry bit his lip, showing his hesitation.

“Just, if we could… not here.”

His voice had lowered so it was difficult to understand him due to the loud music around us. His stare bore into me with an intensity that had my skin shiver and heart skip. My thoughts raced and I tried to come up with a reason about what he could possibly have to say to me that it needed to be said in private.

“Ehm..,” I began, “yeah, of course. Do you-”

“HARRY!”

We were interrupted by Steve’s loud voice. He was one of Harry’s acquaintances and just like him, attended every party that was held. Steve fought his way through the crowd to us and wrapped his arm around Harry’s neck. If I hadn’t known any better I would have claimed I saw a flash of annoyance crossing Harry’s face.

“I need you to hook me up with Ana-belle! Right now! C'mon!” he slurred, clearly having had enough to drink already.

“Mate, I’m kinda busy. Can’t you see?” Harry huffed.

“Pleeaaasseeee,” Steve whined, “You know how hot she is and you promised!”

Harry gave me an apologetic look and I returned a small smile. “Go. It’s fine, Harry.”

“I’ll find you later, okay?” he asked and I nodded.

“Sure.”

After Harry  disappeared and I was left alone, I decided to mingle a little bit. That was until I saw the last person I’d want to spend my Saturday night with enter the room, dressed in a tight fitting dress with her boobs showing off, an evil smile playing on her lips.

Her name was Ciara. She was tall, thin, blond and, in want of a better word, a bitch. I had a deep dislike for her ever since I had witnessed her try to kiss Harry. He had looked caught off guard when she had leaned in and pulled him down to her, so he had pushed her away forcefully. To this day, I found it surprising but didn’t question it. I didn’t want to ask him, too afraid that he only pushed her off because he waited for a more fitting moment to kiss her.

Ciara knew about me, too, and disliked me just as much as I did her. I had once overheard her calling me the pathetic tag-along of Harry’s.

To avoid Ciara, I escaped into another room where some guy shoved a drink into my hand, claiming it’d be the best thing I’d ever drink. The liquid burned going down my throat and I grimaced, but it did the trick and calmed me instantly. That was until a certain female’s voice squealed loudly.

“Harry! Baby, I haven’t seen you in forever!”

I bit my tongue and turned to where her voice had come from to find Ciara’s wiry arms wrapped around Harry’s neck and her face buried in his shoulder.

I tried not to look at them but it was like my eyes were clued on their hugging bodies. She might not have been that pretty, but like I said, she had a body most girls would kill for and looked undeniably great at Harry’s side.

Harry’s arms loosely rested around her slim waist as he returned her embrace that lasted much too long for my liking. She giggled and cuddled closer into his chest.

“You too, Ciara,” Harry said as he unwrapped her arms from him and gently pushed her away. She pouted her lips before smiling widely up at him and saying something I didn’t hear. He nodded and replied to which Ciara threw her head back and let out a loud and high-pitched laugh.

I sighed as she rested her hand on Harry’s upper arm and bit my lip. She moved her fingers in a stroking motion and leaned in closer while she spoke quietly to him.
Harry’s eyes were fixed on her when suddenly they moved and landed on me. I quickly turned my head away, embarrassed that he had caught me staring, but when I glanced back at him a few seconds later, Harry was still looking at me. He gave me a small smile and took a sip from his beer before he looked back at Ciara, who was still speaking to him. I took a sip from my own drink, which I still didn’t enjoy, and turned away.

I tried to find something I could entertain myself, yet found nothing. Now that Harry was occupied with Ciara and Hanna had abandoned me, I felt like it was a good time to leave. Just when I was about to look for Hanna to say goodbye, my trace of thoughts was interrupted.

“I thought you didn’t want a drink.”

I looked up and my heart skipped when I saw Harry standing in front of me, a wide smile plastered on his face.

“I wouldn’t exactly call it drinking,” I answered. “It’s more of a sipping. To be honest, the drink is pretty disgusting.”

Harry chuckled, took the glass from me and at the same time handed me his beer. “I know how many say girls aren’t supposed to drink this, but I’m sure we can make an exception of this stupid rule.”

“Thanks.” I smiled up at hime before taking a sip and then handing it back to him. “If I’d have to drink this fruit cocktail for the rest of the night this would definitely had been it for parties and me.”

Harry grinned. “Too bad I could prevent that. Would have given me an excuse to find you outside events like this.”

He raised it as if to toast me before bringing it to his lips as my heart dropped to my stomach.

“Are you-”

“Y/N!”

Harry and I grimaced at the same time. Of course Hanna had to remember I still existed the second I was alone with Harry. She was leaning against one of her friends, a shot in one hand and a bottle of what looked like vodka in the other.

“Dance with us!” she shouted. I was about to open my mouth to answer when Harry interrupted:

“Sorry, Hanna. Y/N already agreed to accompany me outside for a smoke.”

Hanna rolled her eyes and shrugged, clearly not too bothered about it before disappearing in the crowd again. I raised my brows at Harry.

“You smoke?”

“Course I don’t,” Harry answered, looking at me as if I were crazy. “I’m asthmatic, remember?”

“You just said-”

“Wanted to get rid of her so I can keep you to myself. Besides, we agreed to talk somewhere no one hears us.” He nudged my side, grinning cheekily when he noticed me biting back a smile. “Relax, I’m not gonna kidnap you or anything. And we’re only going outside of the building, don’t worry.”

He held out his hand and after a second of hesitation I reached out and took it. Harry wound his fingers together with mine and pulled me towards the exit. My mouth went dry at his sudden closeness and I could have broken out into a dance at how happy I felt. Heat rose to my cheeks when my gaze traveled to the bar where I met a cold, jealous stare following mine and Harry’s moves. Ciara’s piercing blue eyes lowered to the connection between mine and Harry’s hands before meeting my eyes again. Pure hatred radiated off of her and I quickly looked away to focus on Harry’s back so close before me I could feel the heat radiating off of him. I was with him and not her. She could hate on me for that as much as she wanted.

Once outside, Harry led me around the corner of the building. I flinched at the sound of a glass bottle breaking and noticed the small group of men, obviously drunk and smoking something that was clearly not a normal cigarette, standing on the other side of the road. Sensing my uneasiness, Harry gently pushed me closer to the brick wall and positioned himself in front of me so he was shielding my body from them. He gave me a reassuring smile and I relaxed. The air was cold and I was glad to have Harry this close next to me to share his body heat. Although really, I was never not glad to have him close.

“You don’t like Ciara do you?” Harry stated, saying it like he already knew the answer.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and bit my lip.

“What makes you think that?”

He raised his brows and smirked. He reached out and fixed one of the strands of hair that had fallen into my face back behind my ear. “I saw you looking at us and since you’re out here with me I figured it wasn’t me you were sending that death glare to.”

I shrugged. “Who knows? I may have.”

He fake gasped and I grinned.

“I may not like her all that much,” I admitted, “Why are you asking though?”

Harry shrugged. “It’s always good to know who dislikes the same people as I do. Says a lot about your character that you don’t try to appeal to someone like Ciara.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh please. As if you weren’t as into her as every other guy at that party is.”

“What are you talking about?” Harry asked as a frown took over his beautiful features.

In all honesty, I wasn’t quite sure why I’d said it and yet I continued anyway, watching how Harry’s face fell with each word.

“You can’t tell me you don’t like her when you clearly enjoyed having her press herself against you only minutes ago,” I stuttered on, “Unless it’s because of her body. Which would be fine, really. She’s hot, so why wouldn’t you?”

A surprised gasp escaped my lips as my back forcefully hit the brick wall. Harry stood so close in front of me I felt his breath on my skin and goosebumps covered my arms when I pressed my hands to his shoulders to maintain some distance between the two of us. It did little though as his hands still clasped my shoulders tightly and his green eyes bore into mine with such fury in them I shrunk back.

“Why are you saying that?” he growled, “You know that isn’t true.”

Harry shook his head but released me again and took a step back, further away from me.

“Why are you speaking as if I’d be the kind of person who likes having girls rubbing themselves against their bodies? Is that what you thought of me all along? That I’m the sleazy pop star who feels up a different girl every night, just the way every damn magazine has been labeling me?”

He broke off and took a deep breath to steady himself. My mouth was dry and I couldn’t find an answer as guilt crawled up my throat, knowing I’d touched upon a sensitive subject. Harry pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Thought you knew better, Y/N.”

“That wasn’t what I was saying-”

“You implied it, though. And it’s beyond me how you could make such bullshit up in that head of yours. I’ve shown you what I’m like so that you wouldn’t mistake me for one of those asses 'cause I thought that maybe you and I would-” he trailed off and huffed as his cheeks turned red.

“Harry, I-”

“Forget it”, he interrupted. He took a deep breath and I swallowed hard when the falsest of all false smiles crept onto his face. “It’s fine, whatever. Let’s just go back, yeah?”

I frowned and reached forward to take hold of his arms, pulling him back closer to me. Harry didn’t react to my whine when he shrugged off my touch. I watched as he turned around and began to walk back to the building’s entrance. I huffed and cursed myself with every insult that came to my mind. Way to ruin our first private moment in weeks.

“Oi!”

I jumped when one of the drunk men called out from across the street and shuddered when I noticed him making his way over towards me.

“What are you doing out here alone, little one? Don’t you need someone to keep you warm, baby?” His piercing eyes eyed me and I quickly began to walk into the direction of the door, but he moved fast and blocked the way.

“That dress of yours sure does look good on you. Reckon it’d look even better on my bedroom floor, though.”

“I’m sorry, but I need to go.”

He shook his head and stepped in my way once more when I tried to dodge him. Fear cursed through me.

“M'afraid I can’t let you, babe.”

“Y/N, are you coming?”

Harry came to a stop only a few steps behind the stranger, his voice calm but certain.

“Yeah.” I nodded and met the stranger’s eyes one more time before stepping around him.

This time he let me, probably sensing Harry’s hard stare on him. I smiled in relief when Harry clasped my hand in his.

“Lay off my girlfriend, alright mate?” Harry hissed.

The man, about half a head shorter than Harry, held up his hands. “Don’t think she would’ve made a memorable fuck anyway.”

Harry looked as if he wanted to bite something back but stopped when I squeezed his fingers gently. We turned and he led me back into the building.

“Thank you,” I mumbled, “This man really creeped me out.”

“S'fine,” Harry replied. The second we were out of the man’s sight he let go of my hand and went back inside the room where the party was held before I could say anything further.

I sighed and bit my lip. He was quick to surround himself by his friends near the bar while I stayed back. I wanted to cry. My stupid jealousy had ruined everything and I hadn’t even gotten to hear what Harry had wanted to tell me.

“Staring at him won’t get you anywhere, you know?”

I turned to Hanna who had appeared by my side.

“What?”

“Saw you guys enter,” she replied, “I guess he told you and you declined?”

I stared at her, confusion written all over my face. She rolled her eyes.

“Harry’s told me that he wanted to ask you out tonight,” she shrugged and took a sip of her drink, “Don’t really get how you could say no. He’s so hot I would die to see him naked.”

“Harry wanted to-” I stopped and shut my eyes as it dawned on me just how much I had ruined.

I looked back into his direction where I caught him quickly turning away from me. Oh, no he won’t. I quickly pushed past the people mingling between us. Once I reached him I took hold of his hand and pulled him away from his friends and into the direction of the bathrooms.

“Oi, Styles!” one of his friends called after us, “Get in there!”

Harry stumbled along behind me and into the bathroom, his body flinching as I shut the door behind us.

“Didn’t know you were that strong, love,” he chuckled breathlessly.

“I don’t believe any of the things those magazines say about you.”

Harry’s mouth opened at my statement but I continued before he could speak.

“You’re so kind and heartbreakingly beautiful, especially with that short hair that suits you so well and if you want to know why I said all that about you and Ciara, then it’s because I try to come to terms with me never standing a chance when you could have her!”

My voice quivered and I looked away, embarrassed by my confession.

“I’m sorry that what I said hurt you. It was stupid and not what I meant at all.”

Harry sighed and let his body fall back against the wall opposite of me. We stared at each other in silence before he cleared his throat.

“Earlier, when I asked you if we could talk, it was so I could finally come clean 'bout something I kept a secret from you.”

He smiled softly, pushed himself away from the wall and came to stand close in front of me. I leaned my back against the cold wall behind me as he stepped impossibly close.

“I’m drawn to you, Y/N,” he murmured and gently caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. “You’re all I can think about, engraved into my mind every minute of every day.”

Unlike how it had been when I made it up in my head, there was no built up to his kiss. Harry leaned in the moment he’d finished talking and pressed his lips to mine in a hesitant and gentle connection. It felt odd at first, but then I was consumed by warmth and my lips moved easily with his as he guided the kiss, both hands holding my face closer to him. I gasped when he pulled away, my heart racing. A smile graced his beautiful face.

“The thought of you alone makes me feel like I’m never alone. You’re warm and sweet and everything good I know.”

Still only centimeters away from me, I leaned in and brushed my mouth against his once again, seeking another kiss. He moaned lowly as I bit his lip and deepened the kiss while I wrapped both arms around his neck.

“Had an entire speech prepared, you know?” Harry hummed against my cheek after we broke away once again. “Has vanished from my head now though.”

I giggled and wound my fingers into his hair. “I’m sorry. I know I kinda dragged you in here.”

“S'fine. Think the point of what I wanted to say was that I like you quite a lot,” Harry continued, brushing his nose along my jaw, “Think we’d make a pretty good couple.”

I hummed and scratched his neck. It surprised me how easy this felt, having him so much closer than anyone before. Even discussing whether or not we should get together was easy.

“I agree,” I whispered.

“Good.”

Harry leaned in again and kissed me deeper. His hands grasped my hips and pulled them against his own, making me gasp and steadying myself by taking hold of his shoulders. No matter how long we kissed, it never felt like it was enough.

“You’re so pretty,” Harry mumbled.

“Thanks,” I giggled breathlessly and leaned back so I could look at him.

“I mean it. How could you think I’d want Ciara?” he asked and shook his head.

I raised one hand and pressed my fingers against his red lips. “Please don’t. Don’t ruin this by talking about her.”

Harry laughed.

“Won’t ever mention her again,” he promised and sealed it with another soft kiss.

“Good.”

I smiled and Harry shook his head as he squeezed my hips. “Go out with me.”

My heart stopped as the words I’d always longed to hear from him escaped his lips. I nodded.

“When?”

Harry shrugged. “Whenever you want. But first, let’s go show you-know-whom that we’re off the market.”

I giggled as he took my hand and pulled me towards the exit of the bathroom.

Thank you for anyone who took the time to read this! I’m not sure whether or not I should leave this be as a standalone part, or if I should write a follow up. Should you want a part two, please let me know!
Feedback is very welcome and so are requests.

Here’s the link to the rest of what I wrote:

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/144920695218/masterlist

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After a longggg day of running around making final arrangements for this weekend and our wedding, I finally had time to sit down in my favorite seat: my baby’s lap…

Keetz: “So, how did everything go today?”

Mas: “It went good! Wedding dress fits and is hanging up in our closet next to yours, my party dress will be done before Saturday, and my check from Sista Bams just got deposited into our account.”

Keetz: “Oh really? Isn’t she the best? Did you tell her it was for our honeymoon?”

Mas: “Sure did! She told us to go somewhere nice, but where though babe?”

Keetz: “Barbados.”

Mas: “You’re so cute, but how about Turks & Caicos? I’ve seen pictures of it and it’s gorgeous. We can rent this private mansion there and it leads out to the beach.”

Keetz: “Sounds like a plan babe. I love you.”

Mas: “I love you too nerd!”

-Maserati 🔱

You Make Me Happy

A/N: An anon request for a Hotch x Reader, where Hotch likes the reader and its very obvious. He’s completely different with her - totally adorable and nervous and sweet. He throws a surprise party for the her and she ends up asking him out. @coveofmemories

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“A-Are you free tomorrow?” Hotch sputtered, wondering how his voice could be quaking so much. He didn’t really have to wonder; he was just astounded. Anytime Y/N was in the vicinity, his mouth went dry and he found himself stuttering like a school boy with a crush. 

“Yea, I’m free,” Y/N responded, flashing him a brilliant smile. He wasn’t one for smiling much at work - he had a reputation to uphold, but in her presence he couldn’t help himself. “I’m meeting up with my parents on Sunday for a birthday dinner, but Saturday I am as free as a bird." 

"Great, the team is getting together at Dave’s house for dinner,” he said nonchalantly. He’d actually planned a surprise party for her - the team, her family, her friends from outside work. He’d invited everyone he could. He never admitted out loud, even to Dave, but he had a full-fledged crush on Y/N and wanted to make her birthday special; last year’s birthday had been taken away from her by a case they had been working on. 

But this year would be different. He’d put the whole thing together, doing what he could to hide from his friends and co-workers the fact that he was sweet on Y/N - they were profilers though, they undoubtedly already knew. 

“Awesome,” she responded, placing her finished paperwork on his desk. “I’ll see you tomorrow then." 

                                                      ————-

The following day, Aaron had enlisted the help of Jack in baking a cake for Y/N; he knew she liked chocolate, chocolate and more chocolate, but when it came to baking he was totally clueless. He turned on the electric mixer quickly, as he was running a little behind schedule. Apparently he’d turned it higher than he’d intended, because the second it hit the mixture, a plume of cake mix burst back up into his face - coating him in chocolate powder. "I’m never going to get this am I?” he asked out loud, not actually expecting a response. 

Suddenly, he heard giggling behind him. Jack, who’d just excused himself to the bathroom, thought his dad being covered in chocolate was pretty funny. “You need help, Daddy,” he said, walking up to the mixing bowl and looking at the directions, “otherwise you’re never going to impress Y/N." 

Aaron’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. How did he know about his crush? Was he that readable?

**

Hours later, the cake issue finally fixed, so Aaron and Jack went on their way to Dave’s house. This was supposed to be a surprise party, so everyone was getting there an hour early to help set up. Once they arrived, they fixed up the food, displaying Hotch’s chocolate cake in the center for everyone to see, put up some streamers, in places she wouldn’t see immediately upon walking in, and found their hiding spots. 

Finally, it was time for all of his planning to come together. "Here she comes!” Penelope whispered loudly. “Everyone hide.” They all found their places, waiting patiently for Y/N to open the door. 

“Surprise!” everyone yelled, causing her to jump back in shock. 

“Oh my god,” she cried out, that smile Hotch loved spreading across her face. “You guys are amazing! Mom, Dad, Renee, Brit, everyone I love is here!” Rossi ushered her into the house, where the food and gifts were set up and soon she was floating in and out of conversations with ease, flitting from one group to the next. “This is an amazing party,” she said, stuffing another pig in a blanket into her mouth. “Thanks.” She had been talking to Rossi, JJ and Derek for a while. 

“Don’t thank us,” Derek said, pointing over toward Hotch. “He’s the one who called all of your friends and family. He figured out the logistics of the whole thing.” She looked back toward him, astounded he would put that much effort into her. Quickly, however, she turned back to the conversation, keeping that piece of information neatly tucked away. About 20 minutes later, that conversation had come to a close and Y/N found that Hotch was nowhere to be seen - she wanted to find him. He wasn’t with Jack though, he was hanging out with JJ and her boys. 

As she rounded the corner, she bumped into a sturdy, built gentleman, who just so happened to be the man she was looking for. “Just the man I wanted to see,” she said, grazing his arm. “I just wanted to thank you for putting together this whole thing." 

"It’s no problem,” he said, “ I just know last year at this time, you were in a very different place." Y/N thought back to the previous year, the case they were working on ending up with her being rescued from an unsub. She flinched. "I was, but because of you guys I’m alive and made it to my next birthday, with triple chocolate cake no less." 

"A pain in the ass that cake was,” he smiled. 

“You made the cake too?” She questioned. “You’re too good to me, Aaron.”

“Only what you deserve,” he said, shifting his weight from one foot to another. Y/N had never really strayed into dating territory with Hotch because of Hayley and her untimely death, but she couldn’t deny her attraction to him. While no one was looking, she brought her mouth to his, a vague trace of lips touching lips.

“Aaron…do you maybe want to go to lunch sometime? Just you and me?" 

"I would love that,” he responded. “I’ve had quite a crush on you for a while.”

Y/N laughed, a small smirk and a faint blush spreading across her face. “I know you have, Aaron.”

He brought his hand to his face, wiping it downward in exasperation. “You have?”

“I have,” she replied, “I just didn’t know how you’d feel dating an employee and there’s also the matter of Hayley, I just didn’t know how you would feel about the whole thing.”

“I won’t lie, I miss Hayley,” he sighed, touching the wallet in his pocket. Y/N knew he kept a picture of Hayley in there and whenever he spoke about her, he consciously or unconsciously touched the wallet. “But I know she’d want me to be happy - you make me happy.”

She smiled, warmed from the inside by his kind words. “You make me happy, too, Aaron.”

End of Innocence

Characters- Dad!Jared, Mom!Gen, Reader, Jensen, Misha, Mark S

Words- 2602

Request by Anonymous- If your requests are open, can you write Dad!Jared and Mom!Gen where they find out that the reader has a boyfriend, after they finally accept him, they find out that the readers boyfriend abuses her. So protective parents kind of thing, I loved Some Wounds Don’t Heal.

Warnings- Abuse, abusive boyfriend. Protective parents(for some because of the youngsters), I think that’s it. If there’s more let me know.

A/n- Sad request, I really need to write more fluffy before I am known as the person that only writes sad stuff. I am just kidding, I will be writing fluffy stuff soon. I’m also guessing that the reader is a teen so she’s gonna be 16 if this fic. Also, I had this sitting in my writings for so long, I am so sorry, I don’t know how I feel about this. 

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Originally posted by relationshipaims

You were nervous to do this. I mean you’re parents were Genevieve Padalecki and Jared Padalecki, you’re uncles were Jensen Misha and Mark. This could only end badly. They were overprotective of you. Big time. You were lucky when you had a moment to call James, you’re boyfriend, you guys had been together for a month. You decided to take things slow but enjoyed eachothers company. Trying to get some alone time with him was difficult, you’re parents always wanted to know where you were and where you were going. But they trusted you with telling them and almost always let you go out as long as they knew with who. You didn’t want to break their trust by doing this behind their back.

You had a different kind of relationship with your parents then most kids your age, you always went to them when you had a problem or needed help. They were always there to talk or give you hug. Jared and Gen meant the world to you. They loved you for every flaw and everything that you didn’t like about yourself. So keeping this from them was to much. It broke your heart. James tried to talk you out of it but you couldn’t do it. Maybe they would understand.

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So there was this Saturday my best friend (girl) and I went to a house party there was a lot of people and I got pretty drunk and horny and grabbed my best friend and kissed her we started to make out and we went to a room to continue 😏 she pulled my pants off and started to finger me so hard I cum twice she slammed me in the ass telling Me how a bad girl I was then she started to eat me out so hard...Best party ever

Baby, Baby

True Fluff Series
Word Count: 1325
Summary: Mary and the reader throw Jess’s baby shower. 
Warnings: Pregnancy, birth (not detailed). 

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Peculiar Moments

NOVEMBER JILY CHALLENGE | @thejilyship vs. @jiilys

relationship milestones - “'it’s their first kiss and they are leaning in painful slow, then suddenly one of them goes for it and “oW you headbutted me??”


Over the past couple of weeks, James and Lily had found themselves in a couple very peculiar situations. A couple very frustrating situations for James in particular, and the entirety of the combined situations had him on edge.

It started in the library. They were Head Students now, and so on top of all the work they would normally have to do, they had to schedule prefect rounds, go over docked points and detention slips, organize and run meetings and  set Hogsmeade trips. So they frequently went to the library together to work on these tasks and then they would study together afterwards and this was James’s new favorite thing. He’d been made captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, owned an invisibility cloak and a map of the school that let him know where anyone was at any given time and his favorite thing about his seventh year at Hogwarts was studying with Lily Evans every Tuesday and Thursday evening. He knew he was whipped, he just wished that she knew. But she didn’t.

The first of these peculiar situations happened on a Thursday in late September. Lily and James had been meeting twice a week in the library for almost an entire month now. They were friends even. The first time they had met up, she left as soon as they finished their head duties. The second time she had asked him a question about their Transfiguration homework and the third time they had stayed in the library until lights out.

But this Thursday in late September was different than that night. The main difference was that he was sitting in the seat next to her instead of the seat across from her. He knew it had been a stupid idea about two seconds after sitting down because he could smell her floral scented shampoo and when she laughed he could see her eyes light up and she would touch his arm sometimes and he didn’t know what to do about these things.

It was getting late, and she was getting tired, and when Lily got tired she laughed a lot more than normal, and she laughed quite a bit as it were. So tired Lily just laughed after almost everything either of them said, and at ‘funny words’ in their homework problems and when she dropped her quill or when James ran his hand through his hair and James absolutely loved it. Every time he left the library on Tuesday and Thursday evenings, he tried to get them to this point. To the point where she was a delirious, laughing mess.

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anonymous asked:

part 7 please whenever you can :)!

Here it is!!! Please let me know what you think!

Oh and here’s a Fratboy Harry recap in case you’ve missed them:
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6


I’m sorry.

I swear, she’s not my girlfriend.

If you’d answer my calls I could try to explain.

Will you please talk to me?

These texts and more filled your phone all evening, but you left them unacknowledged. He’d tried calling you several times as well, but you never answered. Finally as you laid in bed, your mind wandering though you were trying your best to read your English chapter, Harry sent one more text.

Fine. I know you’re mad. Maybe you just need some time to cool off. I’ll leave you alone. Call me when you wanna talk.

The next morning you managed to make it to class despite a restless night. You’d probably gotten a total of three hours sleep, and you prayed to God you wouldn’t be quizzed on that English chapter because you had no idea what you’d read.

You didn’t know why you’d let this boy get to you, but somehow he had. Hell, you didn’t even like him at first. Now not only was he invading your mind, but you’d allowed him yourself you get angry and hurt over something that had nothing to do with you. Something that shouldn’t have surprised you and you should have seen coming. Dammit.

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The Office

Based off this AU: “i’m really really worried you’re gonna fire me can i make up for the massive mistake i made???” au

Dean Winchester in a hot suit is the reader’s boss and things get very heated

Warnings: swearing and SMUT

Words: 1885

Dean x reader

A/N: I actually wanted to write a part 4 to “Hidden” but I will do that tonight. For now, enjoy this smutty mess

My fingers ran over the keyboard in ordered, fast motions, typing several different numbers into the Excel chart. My brows were furrowed in concentration, eyes fixed on the bright computer screen. 

“Y/N, you in for a lunch break?” my fellow worker and good friend Serena shouted through the office. I lifted my head from the display to look at her, shaking my head in response. “I can’t, I need to get this finished today,” I pointed at the laptop in front of me, shooting her an apologizing glance, “the boss said he needs it this evening. It’s urgent.”

Serena walked over to my desk, propping herself up on it and looking at me with annoyed denial on her pretty face. She wouldn’t accept my ‘no’. “Boss can be a real dick, right?” she said, it was more a statement than a question. “Come on, it’ll only take half an hour. Then you can get back work,” she tried to convince me and she knew that it would work. Something about her always made me give in. “I’ve been working on this for 7 hours straight,” I said, closing the laptop with a sigh, “I could use a break.”

She grinned winningly about her victory and put on her black leather jacket. “Let’s go then.”

We went to a small diner two blocks away, shared burgers and salad. I was sipping on a sweet chocolate milkshake, when Serena dropped the question that was bothering her since the beginning of the meal. “So, did you sleep with Mr. Winchester last weekend?” Her voice was neutral and in complete contrast to the intimate content of her phrase.

I almost choked on my drink, coughing in surprise. “Excuse me, what?” I exclaimed, still coughing.

“You know,” she replied, shrugging, “the spring party last saturday, good vibes… you had some alcohol in your blood and Mr. Winchester was literally eye – fucking you all evening. So I thought you two maybe…had some fun.”

I looked at her a little embarrassed, but also flattered at the same time. Mr. Winchester? Eye – fucking me? Someone as hot as him wouldn’t be interested in me, would he? Furthermore, I was his employee. Mr. Winchester was my boss.

He had inherited the company last year and he seemed to be a nice guy. A little strict, but fair. Also, he was stunningly beautiful. Hot as fire. And of course, every unmated woman in the office had attempted to flirt with him – but he never responded. That’s why I’d never tried. Even though I did fantasize about him sometimes. But I was sure he wouldn’t want me. And he was probably a heartbreaker anyways.

“We didn’t, Serena,” I said, emptying my milkshake.

“Y/N, he was staring at you the whole time. I think he wouldn’t mind…” I didn’t let her finish her sentence. “Stop it!” I interrupted her, then waving at the waitress to bring us the bill. To me, that conversation was over. Serena giggled.


When we got back to the office, I instantly knew something was wrong. I put my jacket off and threw it on my chair, then I let my gaze wander around the desk. Something was wrong

My laptop was no longer closed, the screen was on, but my Excel chart was no longer visible. I sat down and started searching for my Excel file. I combed through every single folder, but I couldn’t find it. Oh my fucking god. I started panicking a little, desperately typing the file name into the search bar for the fifth time. No, no, no, no! That couldn’t be! I had worked seven hours on this freaking Excel chart. I needed to get this done today. The boss had said that it was urgent. If the file was gone, there was no way I could finish this today. My face started heating up, my palms got sweaty. I tended to exaggerate sometimes, but this really was a catastrophe. I could already see Mr. Winchester’s brows furrow, his eyes filled with disappointment, telling me that I had to pack my things and go. I could see him making several calls to fix the mess that I’d made. His beautiful features mutated by the stress that I’d caused. No!

I stood up, legs trembling, and walked over to Sam’s desk. He was known for his skills concerning technology and I prayed to Jesus that he could help me. “Sam?” I tapped shyly on his broad shoulders. He turned around to face me, a cordial smile on his lips. “What can I do for you?” he asked. 

“Someone must have done something to my computer. There is an important file missing. It’s an Excel chart,” I answered, trying to seem more relaxed than I actually was, hiding the desperate fear of getting fired behind a poorly faked smile. “I just can’t find it anymore. And I really, really need it, so I was thinking you might be able to help me find it?”

He chuckled quietly, got up from his seat. “Of course.”

He followed me to my bureau and started searching for my holy file. I was totally freaking out, biting my lip, anxiously and fretfully tapping my fingers on the table. Please, please, please, find it.

But he didn’t. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he apologized, “It got deleted somehow and I can’t restore it.”

“Well, I’ll see you at my funeral,” I said jokingly, but on the inside I was not laughing at all, “The boss is going to kill me.”


Fifteen minutes later, I stood in front of Mr. Winchester’s office. He was sitting on his chair, drinking from a big cup of coffee, when I knocked and walked in. He greeted me with a smile, unaware of the mistake that I’d made. My heart was pounding fast, I was scared of his reaction – but I had to tell him. I had no choice.

“What can I do for you, Ms. Y/L/N?” His dark, low voice was like sex to my ears. Man, he was so attractive. His eyes were so distracting. Those flashing green eyes. And those broad shoulders, covered in an expensive black suit. A grey tie graced his neck and I couldn’t stop myself from imagining what it would be like to kiss it, suck it, leave love – bites…

“Ms. Y/L/N?” he repeated my name and it ripped me out of my inappropriate fantasies. I had to focus.

“I need to tell you something,” I began, nervously fumbling around with the hem of my white blouse. I didn’t know how to say it, I couldn’t find the right words. Oh god, this was so difficult. 

I lifted my head to look at him and that’s when I saw it – there was something in his eyes. In those gorgeous eyes that scanned me, that wandered over my body, resting on my chest, admiring my features. There was just something that I couldn’t really define – desire, passion, lust, something in between. I thought about what Serena had told me at lunch. And then I decided that maybe, there was a way to keep him from firing me. He was just a man after all. And maybe if I used my charms a little…

Discreetly, I opened two buttons of my blouse, exposing more of my breasts, showing more cleavage. Then I stepped closer, slowly. I would make him fuck me. And he wouldn’t be able to fire me after that, would he?

“I made a mistake,” I whispered. My voice was sensual, almost a moan and I saw his eyes widen. “But I think I know how to make up for it”

He shifted in his seat, licking his lips and I could already taste my victory. He was putty in my hands. I couldn’t really believe what I was doing. I never seduced a man before. But it felt good. I felt powerful. And Jesus, I wanted him, too. “I could make you forget about my faux pas. And I promise you will like it”

He didn’t want to know what mistake I’d made. His glance was focused on my lips, my curves, the way I moved.

I walked over to him and sat on his lap, one leg on each side of his hips, our mouths close. He didn’t stop me. Quite the contrary. He put his hands on my waist and pushed me even closer, my womanhood pressing against his growing castle. 

“Fuck,” he exhaled, tightening his grip, “this is so wrong. You’re my employee. But I’ve wanted you since the day I started working here and now you’re in my office, sitting on my… and god, you’re so damn sexy”

His voice made me shiver. I started gently moving on his lap, earning a groan and then we both couldn’t handle it no more. Our lips crashed together in an intense, lustful kiss. His tongue danced tango with mine, I melted into his mouth. 

“Mr. Winchester,” I sighed, as his fingers strolled to my bust, caressing it. “Call me, Dean,” he groaned, then he lifted me up, sitting me down on his desk, taking off my tights and skirt. His hands travelled from my stomach to my legs, his lips tracing kisses on my thigh. “You’re officially my employee of the month,” he announced, then he started licking my wet clit. “Dean!” I was moaning like crazy, not caring if anybody could hear us. Nobody had ever made me feel this good. “God you’re so hot,” he said, “so wet for me”

I was getting closer and closer to the edge when he suddenly stopped. “Do you want more, baby girl?” he asked under his breath, his voice was filled with lust and filthy desire. He had taken control over the situation and I honestly didn’t mind. “Yes, boss,” I answered, looking him straight in the eye, driving him insane. He muttered several curse words, before he took off his clothes in a rush. “Tell me, you want me,” he demanded. “I want you,” I gasped.
“Do you want me to fuck you right here on my desk?”

“Yes, please”

“Say my name”
“Please, Dean”

“Who is your boss?”

“You…you are”

And with that he slammed into me, filling my walls. “Dean!” I cried out, as he fucked me on his table, satisfying his desire. “Oh, fuck, Y/N”

He pushed harder and faster with each thrust and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold it in any longer. “I’m going to…fuck I’m…” he moaned. “Me too, Dean, oh god!”

He went even faster and made us both lose it, sending us over the edge. I pushed my fingernails into his sweaty back, being shaken by my orgasm.

He was still heavily breathing when we put our clothes back on. “That was…very…” he kissed me softly. I smiled. “Yes, it was.”

“So, that mistake, you were trying to make up for…what was it about?”

I hushed, not daring to answer. “Don’t be scared, just tell me. I’m not going to fire you. Not after all this.

“The Excel chart that you asked me to finish for today…I sort of…lost it. The file is gone,” I admitted. I closed the last buttons of my blouse, looked at the ground. “Well that’s not very handy,” he responded, “but it’s okay. Just get it done for tomorrow evening, okay? And maybe, if you want, you can come to my office afterwards and we can celebrate.”

Body Shots Part 2 (Michael Clifford AU)

Part 1

“y/n, can you get me food.” y/b/f whined.

“You have working legs get it yourself.” I replied. It’s Saturday morning and y/b/f is hungover. After the party I went to my dorm y/b/f came in shortly after so I didn’t have to worry about her. Right now we are sitting in the living room watching criminal minds.

“But, I’m hungover. Aren’t friends suppose to help each other when they’re sick?”

“You avoid me like the plague when I’m sick.”

“Please get me food?” she whined more. She is my best friend but sometimes I want to killer her, and right now is one of those times. I got up, put on my jacket and was about to leave when y/b/f spoke.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going down the street to get coffee, I’ll get your regular.” I said and walked out.

I walked across the street  to the local coffee shop. It’s owned by an old married couple, Mr. and Mrs. Harris; they both retired but later decided to open up this coffee shop because they wanted something to do. Mrs. Harris makes baked goods there and they are delicious.  I always loved it there because it always had such a calming atmosphere and the food and drinks are so good. Mr. Harris loves music, he once told me he was a singer in a band back in the day but never perused a career in it. Because of his love for music he has acoustic performances of local bands and artists every weekend.

When I walked in I was engulfed with the smell of coffee and the sounds of a guitar. I walked up to the counter and saw Mrs. Harris.

“Hello sweetie. How are you today?” she smiled at me.

“Tired but I’ll feel better after I have your famous orange cranberry muffin.” She laughed.

“I wouldn’t call them famous. So are you picking up y/b/f usual coffee as well as yours?”

“Yes, ma'am. Also, could I get a chocolate muffin for her.”

“Of course. Go sit down, I’ll have someone bring you your stuff to your spot.”

“Thank you.” I handed her the amount I owed and walked over to my usual spot next to the window. I messed with my phone until a familiar voice spoke.  

“Fancy meeting you here, babe.” It was the blue haired boy. He black skinny jeans and a different band shirt with an apron. He placed my order on the table and them sat across from me.

“I didn’t know you worked here.” I’ve never seen him before last night and now here he is, a worker at my favorite coffee shop.

“I just started working here a week ago. You never did tell me your name.” he smirked.

“Well, Michael, I’m not sure I should tell you.”

“How do you know my name?”

“Your name tag.” He looked down and then back at me. He chuckled.

“Let me formally introduce myself. I’m Michael Clifford, what’s your name?”

“You’re really determined to know my name.” I pointed out.

“Well, I like to know the names of the girls that give me hickies.” I laughed.

“Fine, I’m y/f/n y/l/n.”

“Took you long enough to tell me.”

“Hm.” I hummed in response while I drank my coffee.

“What are your plans for today?” he asked.

“To nurse my hungover friend.”

“Then what are you doing here talking to me?”

“Letting her suffer.”

“You are the worse nurse ever.” we laughed.

“That’s what she gets for ditching me last night.”

After our laughter died out Michael spoke again.

“Do you want to go to another party tonight?”

“Not really, why?”

“Uh, I was hoping you’d say yes so I could have an excuse to see you again.” he was blushing.

“Oh really,”

“Really.” he replied. “So since you don’t want to go to a party how about diner and a movie?”

I smiled, “I’d like that.”

“Michael!” Mr. Harris yelled across the room.

“That’s my cue to get back to work.” He got up and was about to leave.

“Wait!” I grabbed his arm and he looked at me surprised. I took the pen from his hand and wrote my number on his arm.

“You should probably have my number so you can let me know when diner is tonight.” I handed him his pen back, grabbed my bag of muffins and the two coffees and walked out of the coffee shop back to my dorm.

Third Time's a Charm

Fic Request: Whenever Lydia gets jealous she turns super-possessive and practically attacks Stiles with her lips to show people he’s hers. Stiles confused as to why she’s doing it, but is not complaining. And every time it happens someone from the pack is with them and has to witness their PDA, until one of them had enough and tells Lydia to stop being so jealous all the time.

Rating: K+

Genre: Romance, Established Relationship, Jealous!Lydia

Author: stydiafate

Author’s Notes: I did it a little bit differently cause I felt like there were a lot of fanfics that had the same type of storyline, so I tried something else. It turned out shorter than I though but, I hope you still enjoy it.

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#15 Missing (Harry Styles)

This is different, maybe? Tell me if you like it?

“Where can I find her? Hello? Hello?” I screamed on the phone. I had been screaming on the phone for so long with no information coming from anyone. It was like she never existed. I tried all the numbers in my contact list which could lead me to her, “Hello Rachel? This is Harry, hey! How are you?”

“If you’re asking me about Airy, I don’t know where she is…”

“Please Rachel, it’s been a week. She couldn’t stay without talking to me for a few hours: it’s been a week now! I can’t find her anywhere!” I cried on the phone.

“Harry, just forget her. She wasn’t worth you anyway…”

“You know what? If you find out something, let me know. Thank you,” I cut the call. I didn’t want anybody telling me to stop looking for her. I went through her stuff at my house, trying to find an address, a phone number, anything that will connect me to her.  

What have I done? She could be sitting between my legs right now, in my arms; her back leaned on my chest, reading a book. It could have all been fine but, I had to go and ruin it. I tried her number again.

The number you are dialling has been switched off. Please leave a voice message or try again later.

“FUCKING HELL!” I threw my phone. I picked up her t-shirt holding it close, just wondering where it all went wrong.

“Harry! Harry! Look I’ve had enough, I’m not asking for too much,” Aria screamed pushing the door open.

“Why don’t you understand a simple thing, I have to go for this!” Harry screamed back. That’s all they did these days.

“Why today? Like any other day would do, I need you today!” She cried.

“Oh for god sake, get over it. You aren’t a little girl anymore!” He was so annoyed at her. He knew that her dog died last year, today. He had been with her for 14 years, and Aria was incredibly attached to him. This party was important to Harry. He had already paid for it. “You can’t mop around for your dog your whole life!” He screamed at her.

She shut up after that. Left the room and sat in a corner. This seemed to annoy him more, and he banged the main door before leaving the house.

“Do you think Maria would like this?” Aria asked for the tenth time. She was shopping for his family. Meeting them after so long, she wanted to buy something for everyone.

“Yes.” He replied and went back to texting on his phone. Aria often wondered who she did this for. She had no family, and she valued his so much. The last four years with him, she remembered every birthday, reminded him of every date, she knew how important family was. After her mother had passed away a few years ago, she was left alone, and she attached herself to Harry’s family, thinking someone would care if she went missing. But, recently, Harry had been so distracted. Annoyed, irritated, angry and she didn’t know why.

“I think, we should finalise this watch for Matthew and that one for John,” She asked him.

“Whatever, yeah sure,” Harry spoke, irritated as his attention was constantly shifting from the interesting conversation he was having on his phone.

Aria sighed and asked the cashier to pack everything.

Harry huffed picking up all the things from the car and then dumped them on the sofa. Little actions were breaking her heart, and she didn’t know what it was that she was doing wrong. Over dinner, she explained all the gifts to Harry; he was being hardly interested. “You know, I was wondering why don’t you go alone, this time. I have some work to handle here, and you know, all the gifts so…”

“Wait, so we wasted three hours shopping for the gifts which you won’t be giving yourself? Like what the hell!” Harry stared at her; disgust laced in his voice and his eyes.

“I was saying…”

“You know, it’s fine! Don’t come. Nobody likes you and your horrible gifts there anyway.” He got up from the table and dumped his plate in the dishwasher.

Aria could never ask if he meant what he said that day. All she knew was it broke her heart into tiny pieces, and he walked all over it.

It wasn’t always bad in their relationship. There were days when he would kiss like she was his world and hug her like he’ll never let her go. Sex was amazing too. He was so loving to her that all he did just vanished and the love she felt for him remained.

But, those days were scarce now. She sat near the window as he texted her about their cancelled dinners and late nights. About parties where she never went to and friends now, she didn’t know: she was a stranger in the person’s life she considered her family and she didn’t know what to do. She loved talking to him, texted him almost every few hours. She loved talking in general. She thought he loved that about her. He loved how she could make an interesting story about everything and how she told him everything. Now, she wondered if all she thought was wrong.

“I don’t want to know about it, Aria!” He screamed. Why was he screaming? She was just telling him about the old lady she met on the way, just like she told him about other things. “Can’t you see I’m texting? Can’t you see that I have more things to do in my life than listen to you!” He was so mean. Why was he so mean?

It had gotten worse after the last Saturday party they went to: She had slapped his friend. She was making fun of her. She was taking it in good humor but, she went too far. She took it too far, and Aria couldn’t control herself, “Do you think all your family is dead because of how intolerable you are,” She had laughed.  What sort of humor was this? She didn’t understand it. Harry had called her an embarrassment that night.

“Hello? This is Harry Styles. I was wondering if you’ve any information on Aria?” I called her office again.

“No Sir. We have no information on her,” The person replied.

He didn’t know where to look now. In the last week and a half now, he had looked all the places she could go too. Aria was connected to small things, to little things she found a memory in, and Harry made a list of everything. He was a mess; he knew he had been rude to her, mean, horrible but, he didn’t expect to come to an empty house. It was so eerie as he stepped inside. The entire apartment was clean, everything was in its place, even her study which was always covered in books was organised. His clothes, her clothes were stacked properly, the washrooms, the kitchen, it was all clean, and when he called out for her, her voice never came.

It didn’t come in the next few hours either. He got worried, he called everywhere, her office mentioned she was on leave for the next few weeks, and that was it. Her friends, few as they were, had no information about her. He quickly realized how connected her life was to his. She considered his friends hers, they shared the house; she connected herself with his family, she had nobody else.

“Harry, you should eat something,” Alexia kept a plate in front him. “You have to eat now; it’s not healthy otherwise.

“Eat your dinner, Harry! This irregular routine of yours is not healthy at all!” She used to scold him when he worked too late and forgot to eat. She used to make especially something fresh, his favorite mostly and feed him.

“I can’t find her anywhere…” I mumbled to Alexia.

“We’ll find her, eat now,” She said.

“You think, we should file a missing person report? You’re an officer, tell me?” I asked, my voice made the desperation evident.

“It won’t work, Harry. She has taken leave from her office. They can say; she wanted to be away from you and not consider it. I can’t track her phone cause it’s switched off but, as soon as it comes online again, we’ll find her,” She explained.

“But, she can’t remain without…”

“Talking to you, yes I know, Harry,” Alexia sighed. I kept dialling her number again and again, till my eyes were closed.

Why was he so mean to her? Harry couldn’t explain it. They were always around each other and somehow, he got annoyed by her presence. He loved her, yes he did but, he didn’t know what he was expecting from her, either. She was perfect for him, they moved with each other, synchronised and he didn’t like it anymore. He was now, liking those girls he talked to on his phone who had no care in the world. How could he not like the care she had for him? It was a phase; he wasn’t taking it too well.

For Aria, every rude comment, every time he was mean to her, crushed her heart. It was piling up, and she was cursing herself as her mind looked for options which didn’t include Harry. Her dog was special to her; it was her family. She thought Harry understood this aspect. She kept thinking it was a phase but, it got too much for her. Her dad wasn’t like this to her mom. He had loved her till he closed his eyes. Her mom had loved her too. She didn’t understand this sort of love.

Aria kept thinking if she gave her best to him, he would come around. She had nothing without him. It was stupid of her, but she had religiously made her life around him. He disappeared for days, came back giving her no explanation, just asking her to give him space. Space, what was space? She wasn’t on his head. They led different lives at work. He forgot anniversaries, promised dates, her birthday, her moms birthday, and all this while she gulped her tears and cut the cake alone. He will come around.

It was until a co-worker advised her to take a holiday without him. Like he did to her, just disappear, and she took the advice. Didn’t go a holiday but, shifted to a hotel. For the first three days, nothing happened. He didn’t even try to contact her. She followed him and found him living at his friend’s house for a while. That girl was beautiful and, couldn’t help feel heartbroken and jealous. But, she knew Harry wouldn’t cheat on her. He wouldn’t do the same what happened to his Mom. But, it was too much pressure on her heart, and she walked away, taking a break.

I jumped up straight when my phone rang, “Hello?”

“Hello, is this Harry?” A squeaky male voice spoke from the other end.

“Yes, this is he,” I replied.

“Mr. Harry, I’m the owner of Princely Motels, and we found a girl’s body in one of our room. She is a guest here but, she was unconscious,” He spoke.

“WHERE IS SHE?” I shouted, pulling my hair.

“Well, Mr. Harry we found her unconscious, so we transferred her to the hospital. You see, my maids found it fishy when no one walked out of her room for days, and we broke in. She is in the hosp-“ He gave me the address, and I rushed out of my house to reach my baby.

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ISAAC LAHEY IMAGINE- REQUESTED BY ANON

This is a super long one guys, and over the course of a couple of days. Definitely very friend-centric for a little while, but gets good later. By the way, I’m in love with your name OMG it’s so cute. Note- Anon requested Allison be alive, and it’s all severely AU. Plus Allison’s dating Scott in this.

WARNING- CHEATERS CHEATERS CHEATERS NEVER FORGIVE A CHEATER EVER EVER EVER YOU DESERVE BETTER I REFUSE TO WRITE ONE WHERE YOU FORGIVE A CHEATER JUST TO LET YA KNOW YOU DON’T FORGIVE THE CHEATER IN THIS

JASPER’S POV-

“Oh.” I spoke quietly, eyes widening.

“Jas, I thought I heard you-” The sheriff called from behind me, stopping short as he took in the scene before me.

Stiles, my boyfriend of several weeks, on top of Malia.

Naked.

The duo was still asleep, but started to shuffle as I let out a muffled sob.

“STILES STILINSKI, GET YOUR ASS UP. NOW.” Mr. Stilinski shouted, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

I only sobbed into my hands harder, turning away from the scene and running.

“Jas, oh shit, wait!” I heard Stiles’ groggy voice from behind me, but I ignored it.

I slammed the front door behind me, running out to my car and revving the engine.

I wiped at my eyes furiously, trying to pay attention to the road.

What the hell did I just witness? 

My mind was clear enough to realize that I was going to crash if I kept driving in this state, so I pulled into the McCall driveway, which was the closest to where I was.

I knocked on the door, afraid if I hit too hard I’d shatter completely.

“Jas, hey- what’s wrong?” Allison asked softly, taking me into her arms.

I sobbed into her chest, clutching onto her for dear life.

“Stiles must’ve went- he must’ve went home with Malia last night after Lydia’s party… I… I was at his his house this morning- you know how we always get breakfast on Saturdays… and I- I found him with her… naked…” I managed to choke out what happened between sobs, collapsing entirely into her arms.

She pulled me into Scott’s living room, where I heard a distinct voice call out, “Oh shit.”

I felt strong arms wrap around me from behind, pulling me out of Allison’s grasp as he told her to go get Scott.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay.” Isaac muttered softly, rubbing my back.

“No, it’s not okay.” I felt myself get pulled onto the couch, where I sagged against Isaac for support.

I heard loud knocks at the door, and saw Scott race down the stairs to open it. His large form blocked my view of who was on the other side, so I grabbed Isaac’s hand for comfort, thanking god my best friend was here.

Scott went onto the porch, closing the door behind him, but I could hear muffled voices and yells through the door.

I tucked my head into Isaac’s chest, feeling myself be enveloped in numbness.

As my sobs settled down, Scott entered back through the door and came over to me, sitting on the other side of me.

“That was Stiles, Jas. He told me what happened.” He wrapped a comforting arm around me, rubbing my shoulder soothingly.

I wiped at my eyes again, letting out a bitter laugh. “Derek told me something like this would happen.”

Isaac was quick to reply. “You know he didn’t mean it like this.” 

“Can one of you call him and tell him where I am? I told him I would be back by noon…” I trailed off, trying to hold back another sob.

“Sure.” Scott told me, kissing my forehead as he got up and left the room to call my older brother.

Derek had never exactly approved of my relationship with Stiles, nor had my fraternal twin Cora, or my Uncle Peter for that matter. Isaac, my best friend of several years, had only grudgingly agreed not to bemoan it in public.

They were right in the end, I suppose.

Allison reentered the room, holding a steaming mug of tea in her right hand and her car keys in the other.

She smiled lightly as she handed me the mug, and I nodded my thanks with a tiny smile as I noticed she had used my favorite mug.

“I’m going to pick up some pizza and ice cream, okay? I’ll even grab the the Harry Potter movies, we’ll have a marathon.” She called over her shoulder as she made her way towards the door, and I grinned slightly wider.

I was lucky to have these people in my life.

ISAAC’S POV-

I took her free hand in mine, smiling gently as I touched the delicate gold bow ring on her finger.

“You still wear it?” I asked, a tad incredulous.

“I never take it off.” I kissed the ring gently. I had given it to her for her birthday freshman year, as a promise to always be there for her.

If only she knew…

I had been in love with her for years, but I treasured her friendship above all things. I would take what I could get, and if she wanted me as her friend, then her friend I would be.

I felt my anger grow as I held her in my arms, feeling the silent sobs wrack through her small body.

He had broken her. I had told her from he beginning that she deserved better, but she had told me it was nothing serious, just a silly fling.

That had been two months ago.

I kept myself in check, though, knowing it would only upset her more if I expressed my fury about the situation at the moment.

“Sweetheart, how about we get you changed into some more comfortable clothes, okay? I have a feeling we’ll be camped out down here for quite some time.” She nodded up at me, and I picked her up by the waist and threw her over my shoulder.

“Isaac, put me down!” She giggled.

“I would if I could but I can’t so I shan’t.” I told her in a sing song voice, carrying her up the stairs like I always did in a way that I knew would never cease to make her smile.

“Perfect. You look like you’re getting swallowed by my clothes.” I laughed out as she rolled the sweatpants a little.

“Not my fault you’re 6′2, you bloody giant.” She shot back, and I rolled my eyes playfully.

“Not my fault you’re 5′4, you bloody elf.” She laughed loudly at this, turning around to hug me tightly.

“Thank you, Isaac.”

“For what?”

“For being you. For being here.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” I whispered, leaning down to pick her up by the waist to hug her.

JASPER’S POV-

“FOOD!” I cheered, almost tackling Allison as she opened the door.

“Someone’s excited.” She joked, telling Isaac to grab the rest of the bags from the car.

“Someone also hasn’t eaten since Lydia’s party last night.” I tried to joke back, but I tensed a little after mentioning the party.

She took my hand understandingly, and I smiled at her gratefully.

“If it makes you feel any better, Lydia, Kira, and Liam are on their way here… they had to make a quick pitstop, though.”

I nodded, taking the stack of pizza boxes from her to put in the kitchen so she could set up the movie.

“Jas, Derek said he’s stopping by to come check on you.” I nodded at Scott, setting the boxes down while he grabbed some plates.

I went over to the fridge to grab some drinks, when I felt Scott’s hand grab my arm.

“Jas, I just want to say I’m so sorry… If I had known- I just wish there was something i could do.” He looked helpless, and I wrapped my ams around him.

“Scott, you can’t fix everything. I’ll be okay, alright? For now, let’s get some pizza before Isaac gets in here and devours it all.” He and I both laughed a bit.

“I heard that.” Isaac called out, walking into the kitchen.

“You were supposed to.” I scoffed, taking a few slices.

-time pass-

Somehow, the pizza boxes had ended up surrounding us in the living room, bottles of soda and tea mugs littered around us while we watched the Sorcerer’s Stone.

I heard a faint knock on the door just as Hermione was figuring out the devil’s snare.

I froze, praying it wouldn’t be Stiles again.

Scott got up to get it, and I sighed in relief as I heard Lydia’s laugh.

I got up quickly, racing over to her and launching myself into her arms.

“Oh, sweetie. C’mere.” She wrapped her arms around me, and I felt Liam and Kira envelop me in a hug as well.

“C’mon, we have the Sorcerer’s Stone on.” I told them, pulling away with a watery smile.

I went back over to my spot, tugging the trio along with me. I had been sprawled across the couch, my feet resting in Isaac’s lap.

Now, his arm was draped over my shoulder while Lydia had one around my waist. Liam was sprawled across us while Kira was sitting between Lydia’s legs, and Allison was leaning against her while Scott had his head in Allison’s lap.

I could’ve laughed at our current position, all entangled in each other and blankets while we inhaled pizza and snacks. 

I heard the door open again, but overheard Derek’s booming curses as he stubbed his toe on the rise of the door.

He entered the living room, and chuckled as he took us all in.

“C’mon, join the love Der.” I called, smiling a little.

He laughed this time, but took a spot on the floor between my legs, grabbing a slice of pizza and leaning to kiss my cheek before he sat down.

“We’ll kill him tomorrow.”

I laughed genuinely this time.

“Too late, I already kicked the kid in the family jewels.” Lydia told him, and he groaned while I only laughed harder.

“We can still kill him, right?” Isaac asked, and I teared up laughing at this point, making everyone smile and laugh.

“Yes, you can still kill him.”

-monday-

“Jas?” A timid voice asked from behind me, and I slammed my locker.

“What do you want?” I spat out, turning to face Stiles.

“Listen, no need to get nasty. I just wanted to apologize-”

“Problem here, Jas?” Isaac asked, making his way over to me and handing me a cup of coffee from Starbucks. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to my cheek.

“Sorry I’m late, thought you might need this.” He whispered, and I smiled.

“No problem here, just leaving actually.” I flipped Stiles off as I grabbed Isaac’s arm to head to Math, ignoring Stiles’ protests.

ISAAC’S POV-

“You look ready to kill someone.” Jasper joked, reaching down to grab more paint.

“He keeps looking over here.” I growled, but she just shrugged while adding another stoke of grey to her painting.

“Isaac, I already told you. I don’t care about Stiles anymore. I personally feel pretty fine right now. Now hold still!” She scolded me, and I had to fight the grin that was rising on my face as she continued her painting,

She had loved art for years, an obsession of hers that was almost as widely known as her one for aviator sunglasses and Michael Kors watches.

“Almost done.” She told me, and I took the time to admire her.

She had these stunning light blue eyes, no longer puffy like they had been over the weekend. She still had the faint purple bags around her eyes, but they were always there. She had long since had trouble sleeping, too many nightmares.

I studied her lips, quirked up at the left corner like they always did when she was concentrated. Her nose scrunched from time to time, and her eyebrows would occasionally rise a tad if she made a stoke that she didn’t particularly like.

I had learned not to speak to her when she was painting, off in her own world where the supernatural horrors didn’t exist. Not that I ever really wanted to. She looked so beautiful when she was painting, no stress in her body and no weight upon her shoulders.

“Done!” She called excitedly, breaking me out of my reverie.

“Really?” I asked. She had been working on this painting of me in art class for a week now, and had refused to show it to me.

She nodded, grinning as she slowly turned her easel around to reveal the painting to me.

I gasped.

It was… it was me- but not me in way.

She had captured every element of my face and body, but had added details I don’t think I ever really payed attention to, such as the faint swirls of grey in my eyes, or the defined linse on my body, or the way some of my curls swept to one side while others swept a little to the other side.

She was watching me nervously, and I turned to her with an amazed smile on my face.

“It’s perfect. Truly. I can’t even believe this is real!” I pulled her in for a hug, enveloped by her pine and wildflower smell that never failed to take my breath away.

“Say, how about we skip out on the last three periods of the day and head to lunch?” I grinned at her, and she rolled her eyes.

“C’mon, you can’t say no! We have study hall next, then history which the teacher is never awake in and won’t even notice we’re gone, and then a free period!” I pleaded, and she thought about it for a moment.

“Fine, but we’re going to Lou’s for chinese.”

“Sure, sweetheart.” I grinned, tugging her out of the room as the bell rang.

-one month later, late one wednesday night-

“I’m not working with Stiles, or Malia for that matter” Scott nodded at her.

Jasper had told Stiles and Malia that she was no longer mad, but she would still not forgive either of them. We all still held a grudge, but we needed the both of them still.

Stiles looked hurt for a minute, but Malia just sighed.

I think what hurt Jas even more than Stiles’ betrayal, was Malia’s.

They had been great friends, even referring to each other as sisters at times. But Malia had gone and thrown that out the window the moment she had even considered screwing around with Stiles. Jas was over Stiles after the Harry Potter marathon and a few more boxes of pizza, but I don’t think she would ever quite get over what Malia did.

“Jas, you okay staying behind with Isaac and getting some more research done on this thing?” She agreed, taking my hand in hers and pulling me over to the table in Derek’s covered in books, stray papers, coffee mugs, and her sleek macbook.

She tugged off her black gloves and belt, both grimy from fighting earlier. She was not a werewolf like her siblings, instead a human with an IQ higher than anyone I had ever met or even heard of.

“I’m going to make more coffee. You want any?” I told her yes, getting nervous as she left the room.

I was planning on asking her on a date.

My palms were ridiculously sweaty, and I had butterflies in my stomach even worse than the night I took her to Homecoming last year as “friends”… I was a coward, even then.

I promised myself I wouldn’t back down tonight.

“You alright?” I felt Jas sit down beside me, placing the two mugs in front of us.

“C’mon, tell me.” She placed her warm hand on my shoulder, and I turned to face her, positive my face was beet red.

“Can I ask you something?” i questioned, rubbing the back of my neck.

“Anything.” She nodded, her eyes lighting up a bit.

“Would you, ah, no- never mind, it’s stupid.” I sighed, turning back to the papers in front of me.

“Isaac, it’s obviously not nothing. Please.” She pleaded, taking my chin and pulling it gently down to face her.

“Oh, to hell with it.” I took her face in my hands, pressing my lips against hers. She responded immediately, entwining her fingers in my curls and moving her lips against mine.

My heart beat out my chest, and I smiled, breaking the kiss.

“Took you long enough.” She whispered, smiling.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, sweetheart.” I grinned back.

“Just shut up and kiss me again.”

Who was I to deny her?

-the next day, end of school-

JASPER’S POV-

“Cold?” Isaac asked, interlocking his left hand with my right.

“Freezing.” I told him, cursing myself for wearing shorts and only bringing my fingerless leather gloves that I only used for fighting.

He raised an eyebrow as he looked at my shorts.

“It was warmer this morning.”

“Sure it was.” He grinned, shrugging off his leather jacket and putting it over my shoulders.

“Isaac, you’ll get cold!” I protested, secretly enjoying the warmth and the smell.

“I also have a lacrosse game that I’m on my way to change for. I’ll be fine.” He leaned down to give me a a gentle kiss, pulling away slowly and leaving me breathless.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to being able to do that.” He smiled shyly, and I pulled him down for another short kiss.

I pulled away this time, winking at him as I turned to walk away.

“Cheer for me?” He called.

I turned my head a little to smile at him.

“I’ll be right in the front.”

-at the game-

“LAHEY!” Lydia, Allison, and I chanted over and over again, screaming at the top of our lungs as he raced down the field with the ball.

He swung towards the goal.

I held my breath, silently praying.

The crowd erupted as the ball went in, and I practically danced in the bleachers, tackling Lydia and Allison in a hug.

I turned to look back at Isaac, who pulled his helmet off and looked through the crowd. His eyes landed on me, a smile growing on his face as he pointed at me.

“HE SCORED FOR YOU OH DEAR GOD. FINALLY! FINALLY!” Lydia screeched, and I only grinned wider, unable to tear my gaze off of Isaac.

I dramatically blew him a kiss while mock-swooning, and Isaac winked at me as he pulled his helmet back on.

-after the game-

“Way to go there, superstar.” I teased as he threw his lacrosse gear in my trunk.

“All for you babe.” 

“Cheesy. Cute, but cheesy.” He rolled his eyes playfully as he got in the passenger’s side seat, leaning over to kiss my cheek.

I blushed, turning the music up in the car.

“So, are you going to tell me anything about our date tomorrow?” I tried, but he grinned.

“Absolutely not. If you’re worried about what to wear, Lydia has already taken care of that for you. She’s coming over tomorrow around five or so.” I groaned, making him laugh.

“You’re not funny.”

“I’m a riot, Hale.”

We jokingly bickered the entire way back to Scott’s, making fun of each other and singing along to the music when either a really good or really awful song came on.

I pulled into the McCall driveway, leaning over to kiss him as I parked.

The kiss got heated fast, Isaac placing his hands on my waist while I tugged at his curls, making him moan.

He pulled away first, a tad breathless.

“Do you want to come inside?”

“Sorry buddy, it’s a school night. Derek will have my ass if I’m not home soon.” I grinned wickedly at him, pressing my lips softly against his for one last kiss.

“See you tomorrow?”

“Absolutely.” He smiled, getting out and grabbing his stuff from the trunk. I waited until he was through the door, then backed out of the McCall driveway.

I smiled to myself, touching my lips gently.

I was in love with my best friend…

-next day, after school-

“No! Lydia, please! I really don’t want to wear heels…” She ignored me, tugging the left one on anyway.

“Jas, they match Isaac’s leather jacket perfectly!” I begrudgingly allowed her to pull the right one on, slipping on Isaac’s leather jacket that he had lent me the other night.

I strapped on my Michael Kors watch, slid my aviators on, and grabbed my clutch before following Lydia downstairs to wait for Isaac.

“You’re gonna knock em dead, sweetie.” I laughed, thanking Lydia and giving her a tight hug.

“Thank you for everything. Not just for tonight.” She smiled knowingly at me, and took my face in her hands.

“Now listen here, sweetie. You’re gonna strut tonight, and make that boy fall even more head over heels for you, got it?” I nodded, giggling a little.

I was jolted by the doorbell ringing, and looked at her nervously.

“What do I do?”

“Open it, idiot!” She rolled her eyes playfully at me.

“Right, okay.” I went over towards the door, but was stopped by Derek.

“Let me get it.” I groaned, knowing what was coming.

“Hello, Isaac.” He had opened the door before I could stop him, and had his hand on Isaac’s shoulder, guiding him towards the kitchen.

I waved to Isaac over Derek’s shoulder, knowing there was nothing I could do.

I mouthed a good luck to him after he shot me a desperate look, merely grinning at him.

ISAAC’S POV-

“What did he say to you?”

“Nothing.”

“I know when you’re lying.”

“He was very descriptive in the ways he was going to kill me if I hurt you, if you must know.”

She laughed, swinging over to press a kiss on my cheek.

“He’s just being overprotective. What did you expect from Der?”

I shrugged. “Admittedly, I expected to be killed just for asking you out.”

“Admittedly, I never expected you to ask me out.”

I stared at her, stunned.

“Jas, I’ve had a crush on you since we were five. You can’t tell me you didn’t know.”

“Honestly? I hoped for years you would ask me out, I thought you liked someone else. Why do you think I went out with Stiles? It was to get you off my mind. It didn’t work. I did know you had a crush on me until after I came to Scott’s place last month… Allison told me.” She blushed, looking embarrassed.

“Seriously? I should’ve done that a lot sooner then.” I laughed, still shocked.

“How long?” I asked casually, or at least I hoped I sounded nonchalant.

She smiled at me. “First grade. I didn’t like you in preschool or kindergarten. You used to pull my braids.” I laughed loudly, but was secretly stunned.

She’s liked me for that long?

“Now, if you’re asking how long I’ve loved you- that’s easy. I remember that moment exactly.” I turned to gape at her, but she was just looking at her hands, a faint smile on her face.

“When?” I managed to choke out.

“Do you remember in the fifth grade, when we snuck outside of my house that one night in December? It was snowing out, and we had just exchanged Christmas presents. We had a snowball fight and built a snowman family, even though we were freezing. We had gone inside, and I made us hot chocolate. You told me I looked like a disaster. And after I hit you on the shoulder you said-”

“One beautiful mess. I remember that.” I cut her off, a deep blush on my face but a wide smile as well. “I win.”

“What?” She asked, looking confused.

“I win. I’ve loved you longer.” I grinned a tad shyly. “Do you remember in second grade, when my mom died? I had told you a few months before that superheroes and butterflies made me happy. You covered my entire room in paintings of them you made.”

She shot me a dimpled grin.

“I can’t believe you remember that.”

“How could I forget? I still have all of them.” I chuckled.

“No you don’t!” She looked at me disbelievingly.

“Swear to god I do, they’re in a box under my bed. I look at them whenever I need to be cheered up.”

She reached over to lock her fingers with mine, blushing a vibrant shade of scarlet.

“We’ve danced around each other for a long time, haven’t we?” She asked me, making me chuckle once more.

“Jas?”

“Hmm?” She hummed.

“I love you.” 

“Isaac?”

“Yes?”

“I love you too.”

AN- HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT! ANON, I HOPE IT WAS OKAY.

The Fear Of Comparison

Thanks to everyone for the kind response to hullabaloo

This was inspired by a general prompt:  A person has a crush on you so they hired me to play the guitar and help them serenade you. But too fuckin bad for them you end up falling in love with me instead”.  But I flipped it around a bit.

Thank you @redprairielily for fixing all the mistakes.

It’s taken me all night but I finally decided on a name for this fic:-

The Fear of Comparison 

“Hi Mrs Clarke, is Archie in?”

“Hi Finn love, yeah, he’s in his room.  Hold on a tick I’ll go fetch him.”  Archie’s mum placed the receiver down on the telephone table and Finn could hear faint calling in the background.

After a minute’s wait for what seemed like forever, Finn heard his best mate.  "How do Finlay?  What can I do for you this fine eve?“

"I bloody asked her Arch.  I got some balls and I asked her.  And she said yes.”  Finn panted not sure if it was from excitement or panic.

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