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Ten months later

The coffee shop that you normally went to every morning was closed for repairs. You had to go fifteen minutes out of your way to get your daily coffee fix.

It had been a regular morning. You woke up and made breakfast for the kids before sending them off to school. They only had a few weeks left before Christmas break. They were very excited about being out of school for the next three weeks.

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Not So Vanilla 

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

Word Count: 5458

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I Never Meant To Hurt You

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Title: I Never Meant To Hurt You

Pairing: Dean x Reader (also a little bit of demon!dean)

Word Count: 1,981

Warnings: angst, ouchies, slight fluff

A/N: This was a request from @flufy07! I hope you all enjoy this! I know it’s a little long, but I promise, it’s worth it! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

You began hunting at the age of twenty.  After losing everyone you loved to demons, you knew you had to become a hunter.  You wanted to save people who still had a chance to be saved.  When you started hunting you ran into two brothers who helped you out more than anyone; Sam and Dean Winchester.  Like you, they lost their mom to Azazel.  They ended up killing your sister who was half-demon.  You accepted it as a part of life, never blaming them for what they had to do.  You ran into them plenty of times after that.  You even worked cases with them.  

You were shocked when you saw that Sam was calling you.  They hadn’t reached out to you in a year.  When you talked to Sam, his voice sounded urgent and full of concern.  After everything they did for you, you would sacrifice anything for them.  Especially Dean, who always held a special place in your heart.

You knocked on the bunker’s metal door, looking around.  You hoped you had the right place.  Before you could further assess your whereabouts, the door opened.  You smiled at Sam, brushing past him.  

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A/N: Chapter 8, Part 3 of ‘Beginnings’ ❤️ You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series: ‘Perfect’ - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Fated’ - Masterlist; Chapter 8: ‘Beginnings’: Part 1/Part 2)

It was a tough job, turning a script into a movie. It wasn’t all fun and games, more a long, arduous, and mostly painfully tedious process. At least, it was in the beginning. You thought after your time at UCLA and three years with Chris, you’d be prepared and you’d understand; you were wrong.  You knew there’d be a lot of meetings before you could get to anything remotely interesting, but you’d underestimated how many.

Work began in January, immediately after you signed with Sony Pictures. Though you were preoccupied with Sebastian and Ava’s wedding planning, you managed four solid weeks of work that helped move the production process in the right direction. In that four weeks, you and Emilia completed the initial script breakdown so a schedule and a budget for the project could be estimated. But that was pretty much all that was done as you were quickly swept into a whirlpool of personal events like your best friends’ wedding and the birth of your son. You had to thank Chris for how understanding Emilia was being because if you weren’t his wife, you probably would’ve lost the opportunity a long time ago. You were a twenty-two year old graduate with no experience and zero credibility in their field of work, for them to invest in you the way they were- it was all in good faith and a great deal of kindness. Or so you thought. Truth was, Emilia saw the same capabilities Chris saw in you. Even with the setbacks your personal life had placed on the project, she knew the end was going to justify the means.

You were also doing everything you could to make up for the lost time, pulling long days and even longer nights. Whatever they wanted from you, whatever time they needed you to give to the project- you did without hesitation. You were hard working and dedicated which was why they didn’t feel the pinch when you had to ask for all that time off; they knew you’d come back with a hundred and ten percent. It would’ve been easy to take advantage of your work ethic, to push you to speed up the process that had been pushed back a couple of times. You wouldn’t have complained if they did, but they didn’t. Emilia was big on family and she wanted you to have time for yours, making sure she’d send you home in time for dinner every night. “The best part about our job is that we can work from home, Y/N,” she’d tell you when you’d argue with her.

15th of June was when you returned to work, and it was now 15th of September. Three months had passed and you were still yet to start filming. You’d sorted: how you were going to market your film; a money strategy consisting of equity funding, crowd funding, and tax incentives; prospective investors; favors and freebies which came easily due to the connections you’d gained since meeting Chris; and a lawyer to help with contracts and releases. You were now up to re-finalizing your script with the help of Lena Hill- a more experienced screen writer- while Emilia scouted for directors, so scenes could be numbered and the script broke down once again. You needed a final schedule and a final budget before you could work out the cast and crew, see who you could afford to act and how many crew members you’d have to cut. You had a fairly tight budget considering you were new to the business, so if the job wasn’t something crucial or something you and your current team could do yourselves- that money was put aside for something else. For example, a scout locator; you were going to do that yourself.

You didn’t realize how much of the production process consisted of numbers. Math wasn’t your strong suit which was why you were glad you had Chris. The production team Emilia and Sony Pictures provided you with did most of the work when it came to the more corporate stuff, but you occasionally had to chime in. It was reassuring to have Chris to come home to with your work, to sit and talk and ask for advice. He was like a fountain of knowledge, scraping up all the information from memory and notes he’d taken about film making from his past experiences.

You secretly wished the two of you didn’t decline his offer to be the director because you could’ve really used his presence on the project. But you were also glad he wasn’t the director because it felt good doing something on your own, away from his name. You may have been turning to him for advice, but it was advice as your husband. It would’ve been different if he was a co-worker, you weren’t sure if you were ready for that yet. You knew yourself and you knew with your lack of experience, you would’ve turned to him for everything and it would’ve become his film. Chris knew that too, hence why he would’ve declined the offer even if Jack wasn’t in the picture. You needed to experience it on your own, especially because it was your first film. You needed to feel the exhilaration of being the one everyone turned to, at least until the director stepped in. Word on the street was Emilia was trying to find you a director who had a fair amount of experience, but was new enough to allow you to comment without their ego getting in the way. Three weeks and she was still having trouble.

You sat in the conference room with Lena, going through your script scene by scene. You were trying to figure out possible locations and their costs. Majority were free, some were favors, but a minority were still needed to be paid for. It was mostly estimation until you could get a meeting with those in charge and negotiate, but until you had a director- it had to wait.

A knock on the door pulled Lena’s attention from her laptop, but yours remained glued to the pieces of paper in front of you. A wide smile stretched across her face when she saw Chris carrying Jack. Lena was a fan of Chris’ because who wasn’t, and she’d been dying to meet Jack in person after the photograph of him went viral. When she first found out she was working with you, she thought she’d get to meet your two boys because they’d visit often. She’d been very wrong as this was actually the first time in three months. It would’ve been longer, but they were in the neighborhood and it was lunch time and you’d texted “I haven’t had time for lunch” when he asked what you were having. Your boys couldn’t let their girl go hungry so they decided to drop in with an oven roasted chicken sub from Subway.

“Oh my God.” It wasn’t until Lena started squealing that you looked up. You smiled when you saw Chris wave at the two of you with Jack’s little hand. “He is so much cuter in person!” She wheeled her chair back and scrambled to her feet, rushing over to your boys. “Is it alright if I hold him?”

“Lena, right?” Chris quizzed and smiled when Lena nodded. “Sure you can. He’s not overly fussy today, so you should be fine.” Chris carefully passed Jack to Lena, making sure she had him before he stepped back. She bounced Jack while pacing the front of the room, allowing Chris to walk over to you. “Look at you, too busy for food,” he teased and you giggled. “You’re lucky Jack and I decided to start a father son food delivery service.”

“Very lucky.” You nodded in agreement as he placed the plastic bag from Subway in front of you. You smiled when you searched the bag, finding a sub, an apple Snapple, and a M&M cookie. “Thank you, baby.” You looked up at met his lips for a quick peck. “What have the two of you been doing all day?” You pulled your drink out, popping it open as Chris sat down on Lena’s chair.

“We went grocery shopping, then we stopped by the park to go see the ducks. We didn’t feed them bread, don’t worry.” He told you before you could ask. You’d read somewhere that bread was actually bad for ducks, so you stopped and made sure those around you did too. “We brought them grapes, that site you found said grapes were a good snack alternative.”

“Yeah, but you have to cut them in half. Did you cut them in half?”

“Nope, figured it was easier if Jack and I ate half then throw the other half in.”

“I know you’re being sarcastic, but I can also picture the two of you doing that so…”

“Yes we cut them in half,” Chris laughed and you bit into your sandwich, trying not to. “How’s things going here?” He quizzed, reaching for your yellow legal pad. He scanned your notes, morphing his lips into an upside down ‘U’ as he nodded. “How’s the search for the director going?”

“Slow,” you murmured with your mouth full. Chris chuckled and reached forward, brushing away the sauce on the corner of your mouth then wiping his thumb on the napkin. “Which director is going to want to work with an inexperienced screenwriter with plans to help commander the project? I told Emilia I’d be fine giving up the reins if I have to, but she said that wasn’t the deal so- she’s giving it a few more weeks before we resort to a complete handover.”

“Have you discussed directing the film yourself?”

You snorted, choking on your sandwich. “You’re kidding, right?” You asked after taking a sip of your Snapple; he shook his head, resting his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand. “I don’t know if you realize this, Chris, but I am a recent graduate with no experience. This job I got because of you. I’m barely keeping my head above water as the screen writer, so you’re insane if you think I’m going to take on directing as well.” Chris didn’t make an effort to interrupt, he just listened with a smile as you doubted your capabilities. “You think way too highly of me, Evans. Way too highly.” You took a took another bite of your sandwich as Chris continued to smile at you. “I’m not doing it, Chris, so stop looking at me like that.

“I’m not looking at you in any particular way,” he shook his head with the same smile and you watched him with narrowed eyes. “And I’m not going to waste my time countering what you just said either. You’ve already played the option out, I can see it in your eyes.” You rolled said eyes, lowering your gaze. He was right, you’d thought it before; every story, every script you’d ever written- you’d thought about directing yourself. “If Emilia asked you, you’d say yes without even blinking. You’re just saying no now because you’re afraid and-” he chuckled. “Well, I’ll save that speech of encouragement for when you take the job.”

“I am not directing.”

“How much are you willing to bet?”

“I’m not betting with you,” you laughed.

“Because you know you’ll lose?” He smirked.

“No, because it’s a ridiculous bet,” you retorted.

“Then you have nothing to be afraid of,” he held out his hand. “If I win, I get to buy you a beret that you have to wear for the entire project. If you win, you get to say ‘I told you so’ and well- that is a prize in itself for you, isn’t it?” You scoffed then laughed when he did. “But you have to be fair about it, you can’t just decline the job to win ‘cause there’ll be a penalty for that.” You rolled your eyes, not because he’d believe you’d do that but because he knew you too well. “Well?” He raised a brow, beckoning for your hand with his outstretched one.

“You’re on.”

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Part 4

Professor Pride Week 10

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Title: Professor Pride Week 10

Pairing: Professor!Pride x Reader, Dean!Wade(Loretta), Coach!LaSalle, Chad

Word Count: 1,965

Warnings: Chad, slight fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

A/N: Surprise! Enjoy another chapter my dears! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3

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Pride convinced you to come with him to talk to Dean Wade and Coach LaSalle.  You had never met the coach of the football team.  You often heard fellow students (men and women) talk about how attractive he was.  You were sure he was attractive, but you had your eyes on Dwayne.

You entered the Dean’s office, instantly gaining their attention. Dean Wade and Coach LaSalle had looks of horror on their faces.  The bruise on your face was a darker color now that it was starting to heal.  The bruises on your arms were mostly gone, but the one on your face seemed to want to stick around.

“Are ya tellin’ me Chad did this,” LaSalle began, looking between Loretta and Pride.  “Miss [Y/L/N], has he been stalkin’ you?”  You could tell that his muscles had become tense under his shirt.  

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Imagine having to choose between Jared and your fiancé

I finish sending the last email, almost throwing my laptop across the room so I wouldn’t have to answer any more questions about Jared’s schedule. It’s almost 6 in the afternoon and I should have been at home at five. Jared still hasn’t appeared and his inbox fills way too fast for me to handle it.

When I hear the front door shut, I sigh in relief, one more minute and I would have gone crazy.

“What are you doing here? People are going to think I exploit you!” Jared laughs, entering the room with bags from Whole Foods, “You look really tired”

I am. But I just forget about everything the minute his eyes lay on mine. I start playing with the ring on my hand, remembering why I can’t allow myself to get consumed by his gaze and the way his body reacts to my intent of distraction.

“Well, you look even prettier when you are tired” He says, leaving his bags on his desk, I can feel all the air in my body stopping, not being able to continue its course, “How is that even possible?”

You can’t, I start saying to myself, stop it.

“Sometimes, when you find something that lightens your day, even the most tired people can… Glow”

Oh no, you did not just say that. So silly.

I can notice a small change on the way his jaw tightens, I know I’m saying this words because of him, but he doesn’t seem to get it. His head points to my hands, and a forced smile appears on his lips.

“You going out with… What’s his name?”

“Kevin” I answer, even though I’m sure he knows my fiancé’s name.

“Right” He sighs, still on his feet by his desk, “What time? Because it’s already 6 o'clock”

I check the clock on my wrist, I have an hour and a half to go home and get ready. Enough time to be able to stay for an extra couple of minutes in here.

“7:30” I say getting on my feet.

We share another look before changing our gaze completely. I save my laptop on my bag, check my phone, put my jacket on, but I’m still not ready to go. Everyday was the same. I would be happy at home, spending the night with Kevin, waking up in the morning to have breakfast together. But then, I would have to come here, hating myself half of the day, not believing the way my heart would race whenever my boss was near me. And by the time I had to go home, go back to my fiancé, to my reality, I just wouldn’t want to leave.

“I’ll see you monday morning“ I mutter, adjusting the bag on my shoulder.

Jared is now sitting on his desk, displaying all his food. His head raises to look me in the eyes, a small smile appearing on his lips. I know I’m smiling too, and it makes me feel like an idiot.

You’re engaged, you’re engaged…

“Have fun tonight“ He says, but I can see in his eyes that he doesn’t really mean it.

I nod, spending at least a whole more minute just staring at him. I have to stop, this is becoming really creepy.

By the time I decide I really need to leave, my phone starts buzzing. Kevin’s name appears on the screen, and I ignore the phone call till I’m inside my car. He sounds so happy, as always, and I try to imitate his tone as best as I can.

Once I get home I start getting ready for my date. A quick shower, dry my hair, pick my outfit and finally make up. My mind should be busy with the task at hand, but I can’t keep Jared’s smile off my head. I start wondering about him. Is he eating alone or did he invite someone else? A friend? A… lover?

The thought makes me uneasy, and I try to find an excuse to just give him a call, something that I forgot to tell him, or something that I may have left on my desk. Anything. By the time I dial his number I still don’t have an excuse, but I’m doing it anyway.

“It’s almost 7:30” He says from the other side of the line.

“I know” I mutter, giving another look at my ring, “I’m ready”

“Loverboy hasn’t appeared yet?”

I stay quiet for a couple of seconds, processing his almost angry tone of voice and the fact that he just called Kevin “Loverboy”.

“He’s on his way” I mutter.

The silence that comes after my answer is awkward, and I just want to punch myself in the face for calling Jared before my date.

“So, why did you call?”

“I think I forgot my… my…” I stutter, trying to think of something, when the thought of actually forgetting something at his house takes over my mind, “My glasses, I think they are in the kitchen”

“Oh, let me see”

I hear how he stands from whenever he’s sitting; his steps, the sound of a door, more steps. My doorbell rings right at the moment I hear the sound of the phone being put back on his ear.

“They are here”

“Good, can I go pick them up?” I ask, starting to walk towards the door.

“Now?” He asks laughing, and the sound of the ring makes him shut, “I think loverboy arrived”

“I have to go, thanks, Jared”

I hang, avoiding hear him say goodbye. I sigh deeply before having the guts to open the door, and change my expression of disappointment to complete happiness.

I’m engaged, I repeat myself.

Kevin doesn’t notice how distracted I am during our way to the restaurant, or how I avoid looking him in the eyes. I feel guilty for having another man in my mind, for wishing it was Jared who was in the car with me. But the night goes on, and I hear him talk about work, and how Jay, his best friend, almost broke a leg trying to get a date with one of their co-workers.

In the middle of dinner, the topic of our marriage starts coming out. Kevin has found a venue and wants me to see it, he thinks that it would be a bit small for all the people we want to invite, but he thinks we can handle it.

I nod, feeling a strange pinch on my chest. Kevin starts to notice how distant I’m being, and I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. The bathroom is not empty, and the eyes of a girl go straight to my face. I don’t know her, but a smile appear on her lips.

“You escaped too?”

I nod, taking my phone out of purse, I have a text from Jared and I’m too on edge to read it right this second.

“I think my boyfriend is going to propose” The girl says, and the black mane falls covering her eyes when she lowers her head, “I’m not ready”

“Why not?” I ask her, leaning on one of the sinks.

“I’m not sure I love him enough to spend the rest of my life by his side” The girl confesses, and the familiarity of the situation makes me gasp, “I love him, I know I do. But what if I say yes and I end up finding the right one when it’s already too late?”

Why know? Right when my mind is already too busy with my own situation.

“If you say yes, and you find the one, what would you do?” I ask her, and I can feel the trembling on my voice.

“I don’t know, what else could I do but make the right decision for my heart?”

I nod, changing my gaze from the girl to my phone, deciding to read Jared’s message.

“Tell loverboy that if he doesn’t buy you champagne and strawberries, tells you how much he loves you, and ends the night with the best sex someone could ever offer, I’m taking you away from him”

“You’re crying” I hear the girl whisper.

I nod, “I think I have to make the right decision for my heart”

“Me too” She says, walking towards me to hold my hand, “Wish me luck”

“Break a leg” I mutter, squeezing her hand for a second.

The nameless girl leaves the bathroom, leaving me alone with my tears. I let them free for a few seconds, finally deciding it’s time to make the right decision.

I don’t even dry the tears, or reapply my make, before I get out of the bathroom. Kevin is finishing his glass of wine when his eyes lay on the state of my face.

“Oh my, did something happened in the bathroom? Are you alright?”

I shake my head, taking my seat in front of him.

I’m engaged, I tell myself, but I just don’t want to be.

“Please, tell me what’s going on, you’re scaring me”

I stay in silent, but my eyes fall to my hands. I play one last time with my ring, taking it off to place it in front of him. Kevin’s eyes dance from my face to the ring, and a nervous laugh escapes his lips.

“What are you doing?”

“I can’t do it” I whisper, “I’m so sorry, Kevin, I can’t”

I stand from my seat, leaving a quick kiss on his forehead before walking outside the restaurant. I’m shaking, my whole body is trembling and I just want to run away from there. I catch the cab I get a glimpse of, almost shouting the address to the driver.

I read Jared’s message another time, thinking of a way to answer it, but there are no words for this. So I just wait.

The driver announces that we have reached destination a few minutes after my almost breakdown. I thank him, giving him a generous tip for having to deal with me in this situation. I stand in front of the door, thinking of ways to explain what I’m doing there when I was supposed to be having dinner with my fiancé. Well, ex fiancé.

I decide that if I don’t right that doorbell right this second, I may end up taking another cab home. I can hear the footsteps on the other side of the door, and Jared’s image appears in front me. He’s shirtless, only wearing pajama pants, and I can feel my soul falling to the ground.

“Hey” I mumble, folding my arms over my belly.

“You came for your glasses?” He asks, and I can see the glimpse of a smile.

“Maybe” I answer.

Jared moves from the door to let me in. When the door shuts behind me, it’s just a matter of seconds before my back is leaning against it. Jared’s body is pressed against mine, his nose caressing my temples.

“Your hand is lacking something” He mutters, and automatically, both of my hands reach for his neck, “I like it”

I use both of my hands to make his lips crash with my own. The kiss is desperate, his thigh getting position between my legs. I can’t even control my body, letting it do whatever it wants, following his movements.

“So…” He whispers out of breath, breaking our kiss to grab my hips, making me fold my legs on his hips, “Loverboy didn’t have champagne?”

“No, he didn’t” I laugh, reaching for his lips again.

“Then, I’m allowed to take you away from him?” He asks, cupping my face with one hand.

“I think you did that a long time ago” I mutter, before receiving another one of his deep kisses.

The kiss rapidly transforms into something else, and right there on the door, his pajama pants falls to the floor, and my dress and panties follow them. We can’t stop kissing, we have a magnet on our mouths that makes them play with each other, even when it gets harder. A moan makes me part from him when he starts filling me. I can feel the growing sensation of completeness in my chest, his body feeling as the missing piece of the puzzle that is my life.

My hands take hold of his arms, finding a way to make me follow his rhythm. His eyes hold my gaze, biting my lips, his hands clenching on my hips. This is everything I wanted, everything I needed, and he knows it.

I can hear myself screaming his name, but at the same time thinking that this is nothing but a dream. But this is real. I know it. I can feel his orgasm and mine crushing in one single moment.

From the moment our lips touched I knew I had make the right decision. But now, looking at his eyes shine, his lips forming a smile just for me, I am completely sure I made the right decision for my heart.

        The night had started out like any other normal night, well as normal as it could get when you hunt with both Winchesters. You’d been hunting with both brothers for the past couple months, but it felt like years. You’d instantly clicked with both brothers, but you were drawn to Dean.
       Maybe it was the way his green eyes set butterflies wild in your stomach, or the way that every time he smiled you couldn’t help but want to feel that same smile against your skin. If you were going to be dangerously honest with yourself it was most likely that you just wanted to be a light in his dark world.
      Sam walked over to you, “It kills me (y/n), why can’t you just talk to him”. Sam was your best friend and he of course knew how you felt about Dean. You rolled your eyes, “Sammy don’t do this to me. I’m the opposite of what Dean wants… it would be cruel for me to think otherwise”. Sam groaned in frustration, “It’s not want dean WANTS, he’s trying to distract himself because he’s scared-” before Sam could finish Dean made his way over to you two.
Dean smiled, “Okay guys so I was online and I found what seems to be a simple case, and it’s clear we need a distraction!”. Dean was right with everything that’s been happening you all needed a distraction before you went crazy.
     Sam gave you a devilish smile, “We’ll if it’s so simple maybe you and (y/n) should go, I could stay home and do some research on things!”. You instantly got nervous, you weren’t sure if your heart could stand being alone with dean without exploding.
     You tried not to kill Sam for trying to push things with you and dean, “I’m not sure Sammy, we could really use you”. Sam opened his mouth but Dean interrupted, “ Come on princess, by now you know my bark is worse than my bite. Sammy probably just wants some alone time….with his laptop”. You couldn’t stifle a giggle.
     You were still nervous but started to warm up to the idea, “Okay deal, but only if I control the music. Don’t get me wrong I love your music but we should switch things up”.
     Sammy eagerly waited for his brothers response, Dean never let him pick the music and if he let you pick it the it would be a huge indication of Dean’s feelings towards you. Everyone knew the rule; driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cakehole.
    Dean rolled his eyes but smiled, “Alright but the second I hear any Bieber shit you’re done”. You instantly felt so much better about the situation, the right music always calmed your nerves.
     For the hunt you packed your essentials and decided to wear; leggings, a black tank top and a read flannel. You were in for a long car ride and needed to be comfortable. For good measure you word a matching black lace bra and underwear set. As a hunter you learned to prepare for every situation, even ones you deemed impossible.
     Sam walked you two to the bunker’s garage saying his goodbyes like a parent sending their children off to school, reminding you he’d only be a phone call away.
    You decided to take a nap in the backseat of the impala while dean drove, hoping that sleeping could help you not think about dean. For a while it worked, until dean consumed your dreams. Picturing dean in a black t shirt and grey sweatpants always made for your favorite dream, it made you long for a future with him. Just as things started to get good you were woken up by the impala coming to an abrupt stop.
    Dean looked at you through the rearview mirror, “Sorry sweetheart, I dodged a stupid little bunny. The son of a bitch came out of nowhere and I didn’t feel like eating rabbit stew tonight”.
      You smiled until you realized it was now night time which meant your longing for dean was at an all time high. You tried to distract yourself, “It’s okay, I’ve already gotten my beauty sleep. Plus it’s time that I pick the music, don’t worry Bieber isn’t on my playlist”.
     Dean laughed and rolled his eyes but patted the passenger’s seat. You tried to gracefully climb to the front seat but not so gracefully plopped down. You unlocked your phone and read a text from Sam, “ I took the liberty of packing condoms into your away bag, I know it’s been awhile for you and I want to make sure my kids stay safe. Have fun kiddo xx”.
     You laughed out loud which caused dean to try and look at your phone, you clicked your music app quickly, “It was nothing Sammy just made a nerd joke, you wouldn’t laugh at it”. Dean seemed hesitant but accepted your answer.
      You put your phone on shuffle and of course, “Do I wanna know” by arctic monkeys came on. You apologized but Dean asked you keep it on. Dean must’ve enjoyed the beat, mistaking it for rock.
     You knew every lyric and as, ~have you no idea that you’re in deep, I’ve dreamt about you nearly every night this week~, blared through the speakers in the impala you couldn’t help but shift in your seat. Every time you heard this song you wanted nothing more than to crash your lips against dean’s.
    You felt his eyes on you, and you wanted to know why. You summoned all your courage and looked at him. You noticed he looked at your eyes, lips, then eyes again while licking his own lips. ~Do i wanna know if this feeling flows both ways, sad to see you go was sort of hoping that you’d stay~
    You felt butterflies in your stomach, “Dean I can change the song if you want it’s-”. You never finished your sentence because he pulled the car over to the side of the deserted road. ~Baby we both know that the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day~
     Dean still seemed distracted, “Listen I can’t do this anymore..I’ve waited so damn long, tried to deny how I felt but this song was just too perfect….I need you (y/n)….I need you so fucking bad”.
    Were you dreaming, did Lucifer put you in some twisted form of hell, did you just hear Dean Winchester beg for you? ~So have you got the guts?Been wondering if your heart’s still open and if so I wanna know what time it shuts…Simmer down and pucker up…~ you resisted the urge to pinch yourself and decided fuck it.
    You positioned yourself on dean’s lap and felt your heart skip a beat once you saw his emerald eyes up close. Every single dirty thought you’d ever had rushed into your mind and you couldn’t help but look away. He placed his fingers under your chin lifting your head up, “fuck (y/n) if you keep looking at me like that this is going to be over before it even starts”. You laughed.
     Finally you kissed him, finally you felt his soft pink lips against your own, finally you had dean winchester to yourself. He kissed your jaw, trailing down your neck until he found what he was looking for and sucked. You let out an involuntary moan, “Dean… shit”.
     You felt him smirk against your skin, “ Sorry princess, couldn’t resist”. His kisses trailed further down your neck until he reached your chest, and you ripped off your top. His pupils dilated when he took in your chest, blown with lust.
      He took your left breast in his hand while taking the other in his mouth. He circled your nipple before finally sucking. Once again you moaned and you finally felt him smile against your skin. You decided this had been enough and wished that you could pull a Cas and with one snap all your clothes would be removed leaving not a single layer between you two.
     As if reading your mind dean stopped sucking and started to take off his clothes. Scars and all he was just as beautiful as you imagined and if there was a god you silently thanked him in your head. Clothes were disregarded in record breaking time. Dean motioned you to the back seat where you would finally have more space.
     Lying on your back you looked into his green eyes, noticed the freckles at the corners, and finally felt at home. He must’ve caught you staring, “Once again sweetheart keep looking at me that way and this will all be over before it starts”.
     You couldn’t help but smile and also feel like this all wasn’t real. Before you could pinch yourself you felt his lips on yours. His hand found his way to your vagina and you shuddered at the contact. Sounding more needy than intended you shakily said, “De-Dean please..”.
     He positioned himself at your entrance before scanning your eyes for any hesitation, with all the bravery you could manage you boldly said, “Come on deano fuck me like you mean it”. You could’ve sworn you heard him mutter son of a bitch to himself before he entered you.
      Dean started out slowly first, easy thrust fulling inserting himself into you and then out. You wanted more, no you needed more, so you brought his lips to yours and using all your strength found yourself on top. This time you were sure you heard him say son of a bitch. You rotated your hips in a circular motion steadily going faster. Dean’s hands found your hips and he helped guide you, he matched your thrusts with his own.
       Before closing you eyes you looked down at him, it was almost like he was under a spell. If anyones eyes ever were to capture what love truly looks like it were his, you knew there was no going back. He dragged his lower lip against his teeth before saying, “Come on (y/n) I wanna feel you cum around my cock”.
     You felt the knot build in your stomach and said, “I’m so fucking close Dean fuck”. His hand found your clit once again and he massaged it with his thumb. You couldn’t handle it any more. Your eyes closed shut, and you felt every nerve in your body awaken. You weren’t even sure if your moans were even human, when you finally came you sounded like you were possessed.
      Dean was close behind and as you were finally coming down from your high he was reaching his. The feeling and his moans sent you off again as you felt a second orgasm coming. Finally after what felt like pure bliss you both returned back to earth.
        Once you opened your eyes your gaze met his again. He looked at you in pure amazement, “Fuck you’re going to ruin me”. You felt the same because you were sure the love you felt was much more strong than humanly possible.
You kissed him one more time before saying, “ Dean I….I love you and I have for-” his lips met yours once again, “I love you too. Always have (y/n) and I always will".
      You curled up next to Dean and felt the best you’d ever felt. In unison you both said, “We really gotta thank Sammy for this”. You both laughed and it felt so good to hear Dean laugh.

      You fell asleep next to the man you loved, next to the man that actually loved you back. You really would have to thank Sammy for this.


s u m m a r y // While hanging out wit the squad Justin decides to snapchat a little and gets excited when y/n jokingly moans.

* WARNING CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT*                                                

Your point of view

Stepping into Justin’s house, you heard laughter and weird joking a small smile appearing on your face. Taking off your black jacket, you set it down on a chair. You were wearing a navy blue long sleeved crop top with black skinny jeans and navy blue converse to go with your shirt.

Walking into the living room you said, “Hey guys,” smiling as you went around giving everyone a hug. Fredo, Za, Ryan, Kendall, Hailey, Khalil and this other girl you didn’t know were all here.

“Hey sugar tits.” Hailey joked standing up to give you a hug everyone laughed making you blush a little. Maybe you should have kept your jacket own now that you see your boobs were noticeable in the shirt even though it wasn’t low cut.

“Hey Justin,” You said, as his eyes traveled up and down your body. He was in pants and a random white t-shirt, he had a snap-back on probably because his hair was a mess but it always looks sexy to you.

“Hey,” He finally replied, letting out a deep breath. You sat down next to him in the empty spot giving him a confusing look because he was acting weird right now.

“You okay?” You asked lowly only so that he could hear you. Everyone else was going on with his or her conversations.

“Yeah,” He replied not making eye contact with you.

You could tell he was lying but you really didn’t get why we was acting like this. “Justin,” You pouted laying your head on his shoulder.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing y/n.”

“Then why are you acting weird?” You questioned his gaze still on his lap as he was fumbling with his hands.

“It’s nothing, I promise.” He said finally looking into your eyes a small smile coming on his face.

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” He babbled, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. Putting his arm around your shoulder, you shrugged the subject off finally believing what he was saying it was probably nothing.

“So y/n?” Kendall spoke making you turn your attention to her. You took your head off Justin’s chest and leaned back into his arm that was rested around you. “That photo shoot you did that came out yesterday was hot.”

“The Calvin Klein one?”

“Yeah so was that guy he was cute who is he?” Kendall giggled; she was sitting next to Hailey and Za.

You laughed then said, “His name is Damon, he was pretty nice. You want me to set you two up?”

“Yes,” She quickly said making everyone laugh.

“Damn Ken,” Za joked.

Justin’s body started to tense up as they went on about how sexy the photo shoot was so I rubbed his arm a little bit to try and keep him calm.

“I have to get going its getting late.” Hailey said standing up from the couch. We just finished watching an episode of Orange Is The New Black on Netflix we watched about two and now it was almost ten.

“Aw what? You can’t hang?” You joked, standing up to stretch your arms, your shirt moving up slightly showing you belly.

“Shit I can’t hang either, I got to go too.” Za added yawning.

“Well okay you guys want to meet up tomorrow to do something?” Justin asked standing up and taking his hat off to run his hands through his messy hair.

“Yeah we can do that hit me up.” Za agreed, putting on black Supras.

“Me too.” Everyone else said in unison.

“You leaving y/n?” Fredo asked, slipping on his worn out jacket.

“Nah I think I’ll stay and hang for a little longer. If that’s okay with you J.”

“Yeah that’s cool.” He said giving you a nod.

You said your good byes to everyone and Justin walked them out. Sitting on the couch you looked around waiting for him to come back. You didn’t really know why you didn’t leave but you weren’t really that tired and it’s not like you had anything to do tomorrow. Besides, you wanted to see what was up with Justin earlier and you had a feeling he wasn’t going to talk about it in front of everyone else. Deciding you didn’t want to stay in the living room you wandered off into Justin’s room. Laying on his bed you stared at the ceiling waiting for him to come back.

Justin walked in and plopped down on the bed next to you, giving you a smirk. “So what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know Bieber” You said scrunching your nose up trying to think of something.

It was silent for a few minutes until Justin spoke up, “So this Damon model guy?”

“Yeah what about him?”

“You like him or something?”

You started to laugh catching on to him, “No Justin. I don’t it was just work.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” You smiled. You’ve kind of always suspected Justin has a crush on you but you’ve always been too shy to bring it up. Even though you two constantly flirt, you wouldn’t want to be rejected by him because it would be embarrassing.

Justin sat up and looked at you not knowing what else to say. “What has been up with you today?” You asked sitting up also.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean—you’ve been acting weird ever since I’ve got here,” You paused and straddled him taking him by surprise but hands went on your waist making little butterflies float in your stomach. “So are you going to tell me what’s been going on?”

“It’s nothing y/n.”

“It’s obviously something J.”

He remained silent starting to draw small circles with his fingers on your hip. He grabbed his phone still not saying anything and leaned back so that his back was on the bed making you roll your eyes at him. You moved your hands to his chest and he scrolled on his phone.

“Justin,” You paused leaning down so that you were eye level with him making a small smirk form on his lips.

“Yes?” He asked, oblivious to the fact that he still hasn’t answered your question yet.

“Are you doing to answer my question?” You said, your head laying on his chest a few inches away from his face.

“Nah.” He joked, knowing he was doing that to make you mad.

“Why?” You pouted, sticking out your bottom lip. He looked away from his phone for a second then looked back to it starting to tap the screen. “What are you even doing?”

“Snapchat.” He responded.

“What? What is snapchat?”

As you said that, he sat back up giving, you a confused look and looked back at him with the same look because you were just as confused as he was right now.

“What?” You laughed as he continued to stare at you starting to make you feel a little self-conscious, your hands resting in his lap.

“You really don’t know what snapchat is?”

“No.” You giggled, moving your hair from off your shoulder. He pulled you closer by your waist so that you were just a few inches away from him. He put his phone in between the two of you and started to explain what snapchat was and even though you were confused at first you soon caught on.

“So it just like texting kind of but you can only send videos or pictures?”

“Well yeah but you can chat with people too,”

“Oh okay I get it now.”

“Great hold on let’s make a video,”

“No no no no no.” You quickly said covering your face as he laid back down on the bed. Your legs still on each side of his torso.

“Yes yes yes.” He chuckled mocking you. You couldn’t tell if he was recording or not so you peaked through your fingers seeing him smiling at you then moved them back together. Justin pulled on your shirt making you lay on top of him but you didn’t move your hands away from your eyes.

“Say hi” Justin grinned, recording a little five-second video of you just covering your eyes.

“Nope,” You said shaking you head. Justin was quiet for a few seconds then suddenly he started to tickle you making you burst into laughter as he video tapped it again.

“Are you going to move your hands?” He asked stopping for a minute getting hot the fact that his hands were all over you. You two were close but never really like this. You guys would cuddle sometimes but usually on accident and when one of you would notice you would stop.

“What are you going to do if I don’t?” You teased, hiding a small smile behind your hands.

“Do you really want to know?” His hands sliding up the back of your shirt making a little moan escape your lips. Justin stopped his body tensing up again but you were hoping he didn’t hear you. He locked his phone and set it down an awkward silence rolling through the room.

Getting off him, you laid on your back and stared at the ceiling thinking about what just happened. You wished you two could be more than bestfriends but it just seems like Justin never got the hint or he was getting it and just didn’t feel that way too.


“You want to watch a movie?” He suggested finally looking over at you. He sat up straight and got out of the bed going over to his TV to turn it off.

“Sure but—“

“You can go get the snacks and stuff ready and I’ll be down there in a minute.” He said, interrupting you again. You were going to ask him what was up but instead you nodded you head and went downstairs.

Walking down his white titled stairs you went into the kitchen and opened up the white cabinets. Literally, everything in his house was almost white which was a little weird but everything surprisingly stayed clean. Getting out a bag of popcorn you put it in the microwave, pressing the buttons to put in the cook time.

Going into the fridge you grabbed two sprites and set them on the island then grabbed two bowls. You filled one with pretzels from the pantry then left the other one empty to put the popcorn in. You stood there and thought for a minute or two about any more snacks Justin would like.

You wanted to talk to Justin but you had a feeling he wasn’t going to. You kind of want to sort of bring up the topic you’ve been avoiding forever but you don’t really now how and you don’t want to get rejected by him. It seemed like earlier he was flirting back but then again his flirting is different from your flirting and probably couldn’t even tell.

The microwave beeped making you jump a little you took out the popcorn and opened the bag pouring it into the bowl. Grabbing the two sodas and the two bowls, you set them down on the coffee table. You found a movie then paused it wondering what was taking Justin so long it’s been almost twenty minutes since you’ve been down here.

Not wanting to wait anymore, you walked up the stairs nothing but silence taking over. Pushing the door open in Justin’s room, you didn’t see him anywhere. Just as you were about to call out his name you heard faint moaning coming from the bathroom. Quietly moving next to the door since it was cracked you listened as he started to talk.

“Fuck y/n.” He grunted, “Yeah you know how I like it.”

Covering your mouth your first instinct was to laugh but as you thought about it maybe he could’ve been actually flirting with you earlier and this was your chance to do what you both of you have wanted to for a while.

Slowly pushing the door open so it wouldn’t creek you looked to see Justin’s back towards you as his hand moved rapidly up and down himself. As you started walking towards him, he started to talk again groans escaping his mouth. Not really knowing how to let him know you were in here you fearlessly cleared your throat watching his bare tattooed back stiffen.

He deliberately turned his head seeing you stand behind him you titled your head. ”Shit Y/N, I told you I was coming.” He said his back still towards you as he started to zip up his pants.

“Yeah that is definitely what you were trying do.” You smirked at him hesitantly strolling towards him. “So,” You breathed pausing until you were standing in front of him, his belt hanging off his jeans. “Were you just thinking about me while you were you know?” You asked lowly your eyes piercing into his.

His gaze switched down to the floor then back to your eyes his pink lips a few inches away from yours now, “Yes,” He rather muttered his hands slyly making their way to your waist.

“Would you like me to help you finish since you said you were coming and all.” You winked, travelling your hands down his defined abs stopping at his happy trail making his breath hitch.

“Umm—I” He tried to say as kept your eyes on his.

Wrapping one arm around his neck you softly kissed it, “Just say the word and I will.” You whispered in his ear, shortly nibbling on it afterwards.

Not responding he turned your cheek attaching his lips to yours roughly your arms instantly going around his neck feeling heat began to radiate between the two of you. He started to walk backwards out the bathroom his hands roaming all of over your body, touching you in all the right places.

Lightly biting on your bottom lip he pulled away moving his kisses to your neck. His hands reached you ass pulling you up so that your legs were wrapped around his waist.

He walked into his room pushing you up against the nearest wall your hands starting to pull on his hair as he nibbled on your skin. Starting to slowly grind your lower half onto his he groaned into your neck squeezing you hip.

Moving his lips back to yours, you moaned into his mouth your tongue intertwining with his. Holding your back with his hand, he walked over to his bed setting down softly not breaking the kiss.

His hands went under your shirt brushing over the lace on your bra making you slightly shiver, breaking the kiss. You pushed him off you so that he was on his back moving on top of him you kissed down his chest stopping at the hem of his pants you looked up at him.

He grabbed your chin pulling your lips towards his once more then let you proceed taking off his belt he helped you pull his pants off tossing them on the floor. Moving yourself so that you were between his legs you could see his hard on through his boxers making you bit down on your lower lip.

Moving your hand over him, you slowly massaged him through his boxers making his head tilt back at your touch. Rubbing him through his boxers as you kissed all over his abdomen his hands grabbing onto your hair trying to move your kisses lower, you could tell he was getting impatient with you.

Giving into him you slid of his boxer his hard on hitting his stomach. You closed his legs together straddling him for the second time today. Grabbing him with your hand you teasingly flicked your tongue against the top, his hand still tangled in your hair. Feeling yourself get a little hot you let go of him you pulled you shirt over your head Justin’s hands reaching for you for you boobs but you smacked his hand away giving him a ‘wait’ look.

Leaning down so your lips touched him again, he breathing started to quicken and you felt like he was ready. Licking him up and down you put him in your mouth going all the way down until you gagged. His hands were in your hair again guiding your mouth on him as he slowly thrusted into your mouth. Adding a lit bit of teeth, you started to speed up your pace making a few curse words slip from his mouth.

“Y/N,” He moaned, as you made eye contact with him.

Deep throating him once again trying to get there since he almost was before you walked in. He started to twitch inside your mouth and you knew he was close. He pulled himself out of your mouth and you gave him a confusing lip. He brought you up to him unbuttoning yours pants sliding them off your legs revealing you blue-laced panties to match your bra.

Rolling you over so that he hovered over you his lips went straight to your chest kissing you still bra-covered breast. He reached behind you unclasping your bra tossing it onto the ground. His mouth went onto your nipple making a gasp as you tugged on his hair.

You felt his other hand move down to you panties brushing against the lace. His hand wandered into your panties sliding up and down your wet folds a few times then stuck his fingers in his mouth.

Moving off you, he reached into his drawer grabbing a condom and putting it on. He put it on and before he could get on top, you did. Sliding down onto him your mouth dropped open and you let out a loud moan. You clung onto his chest moving back and forth to hit your g-spot his hands grabbing onto your waist to guide you.

Bouncing on him, he grabbed your boobs his hips meeting yours. Putting your hands over his that were on your breast you switched between riding him in circles and bouncing making him groan loudly.

“Shit,” He spoke, moving his hips faster into yours. “Fuck, keep doing that.”

You started going faster moving your hands back down to his chest digging your nails into him at how good it felt. “Justin,” You moaned and he sat up kissing you lips while pounding into you, accidentally biting his lip.

“I—mmm.” You cried holding on to his back throwing you head back.

“You what baby?” He muttered against, your skin thrusting into you harder making you cry out.

“I—I like you,” You barely said making a smile appear on his face.

“Well I like you too,” He said flipping you over so he was on top. Pounding into you your legs wrapped around his torso, digging you nails into his back.

“I can’t any longer,” You whimpered, holding onto him.

“Just a few more hold on sweetheart.” He kissed your forehead. After a few more thrust, you both let go your toes curling and his body was now laying on top of yours.

Rolling off you he stared up at the ceiling neither of you daring to say anything yet.

“So where does this leave us?” Justin asked turning his head towards you.

“I don’t know”


Professor Pride Week 12

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Title: Professor Pride Week 12

Pairing: Professor!Pride x Reader

Word Count: 1,261

Warnings: fluff

A/N: I know this is a little late, but NEVER FEAR! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3

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You thought Dwayne’s reaction to a coffee on his desk would change after all this time, but it never did.  He always smiled at the coffee cup on his desk.  You’d always look down at your laptop and smile to yourself.  There was something about his smile that made it worth it every time.

When Pride set down his coffee, he stepped away from his desk, instantly gaining everyone’s attention.  He always seemed to rub his hands together when he wanted to start class.

“Ah’m gonna give y’all your last assignment for the semester,” Pride announced to the class.  “It’s a pretty simple task.  Ah’m gonna give y’all the whole week to do it.  Just in case you’re tryin’ta finish other class work.”  He waited for the chatter to die down before continuing.  “Ah want y’all to write a report on what’cha’ve learned ‘bout New Orleans.  What have you experienced?  Did somethin’ change your opinion ‘bout New Orleans?  Would ya ever come back to New Orleans on your own?  Why or why not?  I think ya get the gist of it.”  

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Okay I know it’s Pancake Day today and not Valentine’s Day but I’ve been sat on this one for a while and it’d be unfair of me to hold off on it any longer. I’m getting back to requests just as soon as I’m on top of revision and coursework. In the meantime, I hope you all enjoy this fluffy little piece. It’s dedicated to my girlfriend; my noodle (hence the nickname mentioned in the story). Have a good Valentine’s Day, you dork. 


“I know you think you’re being cute-”
“Excuse me,” You protested, “but I am in fact very cute.”

Wanda smirked and pulled the mug out of your hands, lifting it higher than you could reach as she pulled it away from you.
“I know you’re cute. You’re also incredibly modest.”

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Imagine meeting Jared at a bar

Two hours more and I’m done. I’m free for the weekend, free from this miserable job and free to do whatever the hell I want.

Fridays are always busy, and today is not the exception. I run all over the bar serving beers, bourbon, even champagne to a group of friends celebrating that one of them got fired. I don’t stop until those last two hours, when the group of friends decides to go dancing, the solitary drinkers realize that it’s time to go home, and I end up with just a few customers left.

I’m finishing serving a beer to one of my regulars when the door opens once again. A solitary guy enters the bar, walking at his own pace towards one of the stools. When I get near the new guy I immediately know that something’s wrong.

“What can I help you with?” I ask him, showing the nicest smile I can provide.

“I don’t know, a beer?”

“Well, you look like you could have something nicer” I mumble, examining the man in front of me, “What about a margarita?!”

My sudden enthusiasm shocks him and I’m sure he ends up nodding just because I startled him.

“I’ve never had a margarita before” He says, and I can sense he’s a bit ashamed.

“Really? Margaritas are amazing” I say as I put all the ingredients on my side of the bar, “You have tequila, and a bit of lime. It’s the perfect combination!”

I start explaining the whole process of the drink as I prepare it. The man looks at my hands impressed as I mix everything. When I’m done, I give him his drink, wishing that he likes it.

I leave the solitary man alone to prepare more drinks for my other customers, always keeping an eye on the guy enjoying the margarita.

Half an hour passes before I get a call from the guy, his eyes have been glued to his phone for the last couple of minutes.

“Everything okay?” I ask him.

“Can I have another drink?” He asks, and I can see that whatever is troubling him isn’t good.

“Sure, you want another margarita or you wanna have something new?”

“I’m not really a bar type of guy, I’m not sure what other drinks you can make” He says, and I can feel the same shame as before on his choice of words.

“Have you tried martinis before?” He shakes his head and I provide a new big smile to him, “Great, I’ll make you one!”

I do the same as before, explaining all the ingredients that the drink has, the process and some variations you can make to it. Once I’m done, I stay with him as he tries the new drink. A smile appears on his lips as he finishes his first sip.

“Oh, that’s good” He says, with the first smile of the night, I provide my own smile as I watch him take another sip.

“I’m glad you like it!”

Most of the people have gone home, and I’m left with only two people in the bar. I leave the solitary guy alone once again as I receive the payment from the last customer. The solitary guy notices that he’s the only one left in the bar and calls me to his side.

“Do people tell you their names? Because I just realized that I haven’t said mine and I’m extremely ashamed of that”

“Only if they want to” I laugh, “It’s okay if you want to keep your anonymity”

“I’m Jared” He presents himself, offering me his hand to shake. I shake his hand, presenting myself with a kind smile. “Have you been working here for long?”

“Two years… I think”

“Wow, that’s why these things taste so great” Jared laughs, taking another sip of his martini.

Jared starts making more questions about my job, about the people that comes to the bar. When I tell him that I still got 45 minutes left at the bar he offers to accompany me for the rest of my shift.

“Why are you the only one working here? It’s Friday night and this place must have been full a while ago”

“It was” I say, raising both of my eyebrows, “And I wasn’t supposed to be alone, I work with my boss, but his girlfriend’s water broke, so…”

“Oh” Is the only things he says, and I can sense that what’s wrong with him has to do with what I just mentioned.

“Are you okay? You’ve been checking your phone ever since you arrived here”

“It’s complicated” He mumbles, fixating his eyes on his drink.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, I was just… worried”

His eyes shift from the drink to me. He seems pretty down, his shoulders low, bags under his eyes. And let’s not forget about the fact that he’s alone in a bar.

After a few seconds of silence, Jared drinks his whole drink in a second, asking me to make him another. As I start working on his new drink, he starts talking.

“I just thought I had the perfect relationship, you know? House, dogs, engagement ring, everything” He stops for a second to catch his breath, I lift my eyes to see him rub one of his eyes with his sleeve, “At first I thought she was cheating on me”

I don’t want to interrupt him with unnecessary comments like: “What? How could someone cheat on you? I mean, come on, have you watched yourself in a mirror? You’re a god!”. I just bite my lip, waiting for him to continue.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” He asks me, it takes me a minute to shake my head no, “But I’m sure you’ve experienced that feeling of not being wanted, when your partner just… avoids you”

“Yeah, I think so. That usually means bad news” I mutter.

Jared nods, giving a sip to his drink.

“That’s why I thought she was cheating on me, but no, she wasn’t doing that”

“What was it then?” I ask, way more interested than I should. I end up biting my lip again.

Jared does not answer my question immediately, instead, he takes a second to check his phone again. A new message appears on the screen, I want to see the name on the screen, even though I know I shouldn’t. His expression does not change as he reads the text and, once he’s finished, he looks at me again.

“Sorry, it was my brother, he’s a bit worried”

I’m the one nodding this time, waiting for him to continue.

“She thought she was pregnant” He finally says, and I can feel my eyebrows raising again.

He stops again to drink the rest of his drink, and I don’t like where this is going. Jared does not ask me for another drink, but continues to play with the glass on the table.

“Do you want to be a mother?” He suddenly asks, fixing his gaze on me.

I can feel the heat on my cheeks, the way my hands start trembling as the words connect on my mind.

“So, what happened with your girlfriend?” I ask to change the topic of the conversation, “Is she pregnant?”

“No, she’s not. She was so relieved when she found out, she hadn’t even told me that there was even a possibility of her being pregnant when she appeared at my work telling me the ‘good news’. What good news?!”

“Some women think that a baby could be an obstacle in their careers, or they are not prepared. Maybe she just…”

“It was not that” He interrupts me, “It was because of the dress. A fucking wedding dress!”


My eyes open wide as I hear the explanation. I need a drink.

“'It’s Vera Wang!’ She screamed” He says in disbelief, “How twisted can her brain be if she cares more about fitting in a goddamn dress than the possibility of bringing a child to this world?”

I finish making two drinks, handing one to Jared and drinking mine in a second.

“It’s on the house” I say, as I see him looking at me confused.

Jared does the same with his drink, receiving another text, and this time his expression changes.

“Is it her?” I ask him, he just nods, starting to type really fucking fast. “Are you okay?” I ask him when he leaves his phone aside.

“Yeah, she’s asking me to come back”

“You’re leaving then?”

“No, she just want me to go home to convince me not to cancel the wedding, so she can wear her fucking dress”

“You cancelled the wedding?!” I ask, taking both hands to cover my mouth.

“I can’t marry someone that shallow” Jared sighs, resting his chin on his hand, “I should have done this a while ago, my brother even congratulated me, my mom is the happiest of all”

“She was that bad?”

He shrugs, checking the time on his phone.

“Apparently I was the only one who hadn’t notice how awful she was. Anyway, I think is already time for you to close this place”

He shows me the time on his phone, it is already 4 in the morning. Jared lends me a hand with the whole closing process, letting us surrounded by a rather weird silence. He’s looking directly into my eyes, and I can see that he got a bit drunk with all the drinks that I gave him. And it is that same drunkenness the one I blame when his hands cup my face, as if asking my permission to get even closer.

“I don’t think you should” I mutter, “You’re drunk”

“I know” He whispers.

His hands fall from my face, both getting inside his jacket. A smile takes over his expression, and I feel a weight leaving my shoulders.

“Come, let’s share a cab” I tell him, clasping my arm with his.

Jared accepts and we start walking in silence to a more crowded street.

“You didn’t answer my question” He says after a few minutes.

“Which one?” I ask him, even when I know exactly what he’s talking about.

“Do you want to be a mother?”

I sigh, taking my time to find the perfect answer. His eyes do not look away as he awaits for my answer. Out of nowhere, a smile takes over my expression, and all the cheeriness that I had a couple of hours ago returns to my body.

“Well, I am a mother”

“You are?” He asks, stopping our walk, “But you… you are so young!”

“This sort of things happen, and I’m more than happy that it did” I say, never leaving the smile disappear from my face, “Her name is Zoe, she’s five”

“Wow, does she look like you?” Jared looks amazed by my revelation.

“I don’t know, everybody says she does, but I can’t really tell”

Jared starts invading me with all sort of questions about me being a mother, and how it is to have Zoe as my daughter. I answer them all, giving this little joy to a drunk broken hearted man.

In the end, it turns out that we are going to two different places, really far from each other, so we are not allowed to share a cab. A bit much like our lives. Jared is not the kind of man who lives in my sort of neighbourhood, the one where you have to be extra careful even during the day. But Jared doesn’t leave until I am inside a car. I receive his number before leaving, and a promise of coming to talk to me again at the bar.

Armed and Awkward

Bucky Barnes X Reader

The reader offers to let Bucky stay at their apartment while he adjusts to the modern world and works through his post HYDRA PTSD. When they find out about his metal arm, they tell him it’s beautiful and makes the whole situation awkward. The reader then shows him their arms covered in tattoos. “People judge me because of my arms too.” (Written as if the reader were Tony Stark’s sister but could also be read as Male!Reader)

(First Bucky fic, been wanting to do something with him for awhile and this came to me one day. Not my GIF. send me requests!)

“Maybe a little bit to the left?” You were staring at a vase of fresh cut roses you’d just brought home that morning. Something about their placement on the kitchen table didn’t feel right. You slid the vase several inches to the left. “No.” You shook your head. “Maybe the right?” However scooting the flowers to the right didn’t seem to improve the feeling either. Maybe, you conceded, it has nothing to do with the flowers.

You pulled out a kitchen chair for yourself and sat down. Steve Rogers was on his way over with his friend Sergeant Barnes. You hadn’t been given all the details but you knew the Sergeant had been brainwashed by HYDRA at some point. He now needed a place to stay where he could adjust to the modern world and work through the mental trauma that HYDRA had so graciously saddled him with.  You immediately offered up your apartment. For one it was a lot quieter than the compound where the Avengers were always coming and going. Secondly you got pretty lonely being at your place all the time alone. It would be nice to have a roommate who understood your chaotic lifestyle. Lastly Steve was cashing in on every favor you and your twin brother, Tony, owed him.

“Ms. Stark, I believe Captain Rogers has arrived.” A disembodied voice explained. It was the voice of your brother’s artificial intelligence program JARVIS. Somedays you wished you never let Tony install the infernal thing, other times it was actually sort of helpful. This day it was the latter.

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A Little Too Late Part 15

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Title: A Little Too Late Part 15

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Sam, Dean, Castiel, Balthazar

Word Count: 1,012

Warnings: angst

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow American followers! If you’re seeing this, that means the queque worked! So here is PART 15! I hope you all enjoy this part!! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

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Soon Castiel, Balthazar, and Gabriel huddled around the three of you, reading the page you freaked out over.  You were worried that you had been overreacting.  However reading something like that both surprised and scared you.  You walked away from the group of men to sit down at the table farthest from them.  You rubbed your face in your hands.

Gabriel came up behind you, rubbing your shoulders with his hands.  The archangel pressed a kiss to your cheek.  He knew this had to be stressful for you.  It wasn’t every day that someone finds out they’re this special creation.  “I know this is all knew for you [Y/N].  You said we were doing this together, so that’s what we’re gonna do,” Gabriel promised.

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Missed You Too Much

request: “I’d love to request a Luke smut where he comes back from tour and it’s really rough but passionate and it’s his point of view :’) thank you!”

warnings: literally smut, blowjob, swearing, dirty talk, eating out

word count: 1463

a/n: surprise i wrote something!! :-)

***This is in Luke’s POV***

Today was the day I was finally getting back to Y/N. I missed everything about her, her laugh, her hands, and her body. I was so excited to see her and hold her tightly in my arms and just inhale her scent, as creepy as that might sound. Y/N was everything to me and the past few months on tour had been so hard without her bubbly personality around me and just text messages to make it through lonely days and plane rides. I wished every day that Y/N could join me on tour, but she was worried that she’d distract me, further proof that she always put others before herself. Y/N was the greatest girl I’d ever met and I was so grateful for her. I wanted to surprise her completely, and when the plane landed I didn’t call or text, although I always did that when I landed, because Y/N always wanted to know if I was safe. I called an Uber once I was on the ground and gave the driver our address. The sun was setting, lighting up the sky brilliantly. I took a quick picture to show Y/N later.

The car parked in front of our house and I thanked the driver, walking up to mine and Y/N’s front door. I knocked on it, keeping up the rouse. Y/N answered the door in underwear and one of my T shirts and it was way too big for, the shirt swallowing her frame whole. Seeing her like this made me lick my lips and thoughts of ravishing her while she wore my shirt intruded my brain. I crossed the threshold, pulling Y/N into my arms. I kissed her lips, then her neck, and went back to her lips.

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I’m Not Here For My Ball - Part 3 (smut)

//Part 1//



It had been a few days since the incident with Calum happened, and every night I thought about it even more. My family hasn’t been out of the house, to leave me home alone since, and it was starting to get frustrating.

Calum wasn’t the typical person I hung out with, so I didn’t have his number to even text him, the most we’ve seen of each other is before we went to the shops, he was coming home, and we had an eye glance on the driveway.

It sucked, to say the least. I didn’t know what to do, I just wanted more. It wasn’t like we could see each other through the windows of our houses, it’s not like we could even plan it.

I sat in the garden reading a book, yes, that’s what I do with my life. It’s not, it was a nice day out and I had a feeling Calum would come out to practise, meaning I’d hear him and pop my head over the fence. And today must be my lucky day, because thats exactly what happened.

Calum came out to practise, and obviously, I didn’t want to seem to desperate. I finished the pages and then stood, walking over to the fence. You could say my stomach was flipping around inside of me, why was I nervous?

I had to grab a chair from the decking, being too short to see over the fence. I saw Calum, and Calum saw me as soon as my head moved over the fence. The height of the chair meant that I could rest my forearms comfortably on the top f the fence. “Hi,” I simply said.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Well, I was wondering what’s going on,”

“My mums leaving in 5 minutes, come over in 10,” Calum winked at me and I couldn’t help but smile. I nodded as a return and said a small ‘see you later then’, before popping my head behind the fence and jumping off the chair moving it back to the decking.

I went inside and straight to my room, I needed to look good, and maybe put some matching underwear on…

Sure enough it hadn’t felt like 10 minutes when it was time to go over to Calum’s next door. I heard his mum drive off around 2 minutes ago so I made my way out my front door.

I checked my appearance in the window next to Calum’s front door before I knocked, him answering the door not 30 seconds after I knocked. He moved out of the way and I walked into his house, I’ve been here before just not alone. “You look great by the way, but I have a mirror if you wanna make sure,” Calum giggled at me, he must’ve seen myself looking through the window at myself.

My face went red, I could feel it going hot as I sarcastically laughed along, maybe he’ll think it doesn’t affect me. But Calum just pulled me closer to him with our hands intertwined together. His other hand went behind my neck and pulled my lips to his still smiling ones.

He pulled away slightly to mutter “I’m joking,” onto my lips. But soon enough pulled away fully, “want to go upstairs?” I hardly even nodded once before I was being tugged up his stairs and down the hall into his room. He sat down on his bed and I let go of his hand to sit on the chair opposite his desk. I spun around, “Soooo…”

“C’mere,” Calum motioned over to his lap, making a pouty face. I decided to stall and tease him and make him wait a little longer. “I don’t think I’ve ever been in here before,” I looked around, it was kind of a big mess but that was expected. “Like, I’ve been in your house but not in here,”

“Well if you come here then you can come whenever you want,” he suggested.

“I don’t know if I like it, I mean it’s kinda messy,”

“I’ll clean it for next time. Y/N c’mere,” he made grabby hands at me and I finally retreated and listened to what he wanted. I walked over to Calum and put my hands on his shoulders as I moved to straddle his lap, placing my lips on his before we slowly fell back on his bed.

Soon after my tshirt was being lifted over my head and it was thrown on Calum’s messy floor next to all the other dirty clothes. His shirt was next, joining mine on the floor. I was tipped over onto my back and we moved to the middle of the bed before my bra joined our shirts on the floor.

I held onto the short hairs on the back of Calum’s head as he kissed down my neck and torso, leaving marks for the next week. As he made his way down my stomach, he started to unbutton my shorts, pulling them down as his face hovering inches above my centre. My shorts were on the floor as Calum’s hands ran up the back of my calves and the sides of my thighs. Getting to my hips and hooking his fingers into the elastic of my knickers.

He looked up at my face, as I was watching him this whole time biting my lip, hard. I nodded and he began to slowly pull my knickers down my legs, his fingertips trailing behind the fabric along my skin. His palms were flat against the mattress on the side of my thigh as he pulled himself up to be face to face.

“Is this your first time?” He asked me, quietly, almost whisper like. All I could do is nod in return, before I got the courage to speak up. “Is it yours?” Calum looked me in the eye before kissing my lips softly, shortly, moving away and shaking his head. “I wish it was,” was all he could say in return.

I didn’t care as much as I thought I would, all I really wanted was Calum, I couldn’t care about his history right now. I wrapped my arms around Calum’s shoulders and pulled him towards me, kissing him again. Leaving one of his hands to hold himself up over me, his ted went to get rid of the sweats he was wearing.

I borrowed a hand and they were finally off and so were his boxers. The kiss ended as Calum lifted himself higher over me, “are you sure you wanna do this?”

“I’m so sure it’s embarrassing.” Calum pulled my upper body upwards to join our lips shortly before lining himself up and slowly pushing himself into me. The feeling was foreign, strange, and slightly uncomfortable. It didn’t hurt as much as people said it would but Calum still held himself still until I had to tell him to move.

Slowly, the feeling was getting more and more pleasurable. Plus with Calum’s grunts and sweet words in my ear, it was starting to feel too good to cope. I started to squirm around under Calum, my arms grabbing onto his shoulders tightly. My nails were making crescent moon dents in his skin. “CAL!”

“C’mon baby, just let go. Feel it take over you.” I did what he said, it took everything in me to relax my now shaking body and let the feeling consume me. It was the best feeling I’ve ever felt and I made so much noise I’m sure my family next door could hear, but I didn’t care.

After the feeling had almost disappeared I opened my eyes I didn’t know I closed and saw Calum’s eyes on my intensely. Instantly he pulled out and his hand went to join himself, after 3 or something seconds Calum released in between our bodies. Mainly on me, I giggled at Calum’s face. He fell beside me, grabbing a shirt off the floor and cleaning us both up.

“I should’ve asked you this before, but do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

I looked over at Calum’s exhausted but expectant eyes, “I mean I guess so,” I laughed at my response. “Of course you freak,”

“Good.” Our lips joining once more…..

yah, so that’s this whole Soccer!Calum - I’m Not Here For My Ball series thingy over. Three parts is good right? ;D

Title: Begin Again 


Tag Requests: @itsjordanelizabeth13 @mrscaptainamericasince1940          @the-fox-sasses @always-a-marvel-addict @writingfortheavengers

A/N: I put a lot of personal references to my life.

December 16th, 2015 the day I received a text message from my boyfriend of three years. Telling me he was breaking up with me. December 16th, the day my world came crashing down. The day that started my emotional down spiral of my emotions. I went into a very dark place. He told me he loved me. He told me that I was the one he wanted to be with forever and always, that my heart was in good hands. I guess forever and always was shorter than I originally thought. 

I fell into a deep depression. I was not sleeping, eating, laughing, or smiling. My whole body was numb to everything. There were moments where it hurt to even breathe. I cried every moment I was alone. It was like a cheesy soap opera, reading the letters he wrote me. “I will never leave you! You make my world better. I love you so much! When we finish college, I plan on marrying you!” I was an idiot for believing him. My heart shattered more and more with each letter I read over. That stupid scrapbook I made just for us filled with pictures, movie tickets we seen together, and special dates written. The first “I love you” and our first kiss. I had it all written down. The written dates now smudged from my tear drops falling on the pages.

My mom called asking me if I would take my nephews out for a day. I have not left the house unless needed, and it was starting to concern my parents. I was out of college, being a hermit, not leaving my room, and it was concerning them–rightfully so. I decided to make my nephews to see the Captain America exhibit, they have updated it ever since word got out that James Barns was alive. They also made an exhibit for him. Throwing on a t-shirt with my college’s logo plastered on the front, shorts, and some flip flops I went out the door to pick up my two nephews. One is ten and the youngest will be seven in a few days, I picked them up in my car and headed to the museum. Some Minecraft parody songs blaring through my speakers, which led to some raised eye brows when we stopped at red lights. I watched the boys singing and dancing in the back seat of my car from my rear view mirror, seeing them happy lifted my spirt somewhat. Their eyes were so full of joy without a care in the world, making me wish I was as joy filled as they were.

Walking through the museum was a bit more stress filled than I originally planned. Having to keep an eye on the youngest, Thomas, from touching things. The oldest, Alex, he would randomly stop and stare at an exhibit as I am trying to keep up with Thomas. “Thomas! Do not touch that! Alex, buddy, keep up please!” I felt some eyes watching me. I quickly looked around and seen a man in a white shirt with a jacket on, a navy blue hat, with a smile on his face. I took the boys’ hands as I felt a blush take over, quickly trying to get to the Captain America exhibit before he could see my red face. Finally arriving, I sat on a bench as I watched the boys look over everything, Alex was helping Thomas read over some information on the panels. They both had matching shirts on with the Cap’s shield on them. I was watching them closely as more people filled the exhibit. Jumping at a voice, “Your sons are adorable.” I turned to see the man that was watching me earlier was standing next to me, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” I just stared at him, his blue eyes that were hidden under his cap captured my attention. I was lost in them, his chuckle broke me from my gaze, “Sorry, um, no they aren’t my sons. They are my nephews.” He looked like he let out a breathe of relief at this information, as he looked at the empty spot next to me. I scooted over motioning for him to sit next to me, resulting in him happily obliging.

We sat in silence for a few moments, as I kept my eyes on the boys. They were now talking to some other boys, typical of Alex. He was a social butterfly, like I am–like I use to be, before the emotional downfall. Thomas was standing to the side listening, he acted all tough and brave, but he was a shy kid. It took him a little while before coming out of his shell. Once again, I felt eyes on me. I slowly looked over meeting those blue eyes of the man. He had a small smile on his face, I felt my face turning red again. “You blush easily.” He teased, I brushed my dark blonde hair behind my ear as I let out a small smile. I heard Thomas exclaimed, “Alex! Look! Aunt (y/n) is smiling!” I quickly looked up at the my nephews that were looking at me. Alex’s face lit up, “Yay! It’s been a while!” Both of them came running over to me leaving the boys they were talking to before. Alex froze as he spun back around toward the boys they were talking to, “We will be right back!” He then turned back around catching up to Thomas who was already in front me. 

Alex being first to speak, “What made you smile (y/n)?" 

I nervously slide my hands down from my thighs down to my knees, "Umm..” Unsure on how to respond to that. 

“I did.” The man next to me cut in, “I made her smile." 

Alex’s face lit up, "Well, thank you! She has been going through a really hard time. Her boyfriend broke up with her a few months ago. She has been really sad." 

"Alex!!” I harshly spoke. He always gave way too much information to people. My nerves shot up, it was as if I could hear my own heart pounding in my ears. I could see the man giving a sad smile as he scanned my body with his eyes in my peripheral vision. “Go back and talk to your friends! The show will be starting soon.” He nodded as he and Thomas took off back to their new friends. I slowly looked over at the man, “Sorry about that, Alex has not learned what to and what not to tell people.” I let out an awkward laugh. He shook his head, “Don’t worry about it. It’s nice to meet you (y/n). This is about to get more awkward, I’m Steve.” I looked over at him as he held out his hand as he lifted his cap some revealing his face more. I took his hand as I glanced at the picture of Steve Rogers behind him, darting my eyes back at the man in front of me, “As in Rogers?” I whispered to him. He nodded as he pulled his cap back down. I nodded slowly, to his surprise I was not screaming or throwing myself at him. “Well, it is nice to meet you Steve.” I noticed I was still shaking his hand, “Sorry..” I let it go slowly not really wanting to.

We small talked until my nephews walked up, “(y/n), the show is about to start.” I nodded, “Then we best get our seats?” I smiled at them standing to my feet. I looked back at Steve, “Would you like to join us?” He smiled as he nodded, “I would love to.” The four of us watched the show about Captain America and the war. The boys had yet found out the hero himself was sitting with us. I planned on keeping it that way till we got home. After the show had ended, once again courage filled my body as I invited Steve to join us to get some frozen yogurt. To my surprise, he smiled as he happily accepted the offer. We sat at an outside table, and the way he interacted with my nephews made my heart smile. He would listen to their rambling about Minecraft and YouTubers they watched, asking about their school. They had a contest seeing who can scarf down the most frozen yogurt before getting a brain freeze. As I watched them all get wide eyed as the brain freeze hit each of them, I let out the first laugh I had in months. I covered my face with my hands. Resulting in Steve taking my hands in his, pulling my hands away from my face, and looking into my eyes, “I love your smile. I can see why your nephews missed it.” My face once again turned red as we just stared into each other’s eyes. His smile melted my heart. The gaze was broken when Thomas gasped, the two of quickly looked at him, “Are you Captain America!?” He THANKFULLY said it quietly with yogurt in his mouth. Steve chucked as he nodded and put his finger to his lips, 

The boys’ mouths were dropped as they slowly nodded. 

I took out my phone and took a group picture of us before we left, my body shivered at the feeling of Steve touching my waist for the picture. As I closed my back door of my car when Thomas climbed in, Steve was rubbing the back of his neck. I turned and seen him avoiding eye contact with me as he kept shifted on his feet. I tilted my head, “What’s wrong?” He shook his head, “Nothing, I just–I’m not good at this.” I raised an eye brow, “At what?” He took a deep breathe, as he locked eyes with mine, “May I have your number? I would really like to see you again.” My mouth dropped, “Really? Why?” He chuckled, “Are you really asking me that?” With a grin on his face, “You’re a wonderful girl. I would really love to spend time with you again..I mean, if you want to–if not I understand.” His confidence was slowly fading as a sheepish smile came across his face. I held out my hand, making him raise an eyebrow, “You’ll need my number in order to do that.” His face lit up as he pulled his phone from his pocket quickly. We swapped phones typing in our numbers. Steve looked behind me and began laughing as he pointed to my car, spinning around my eyes widened at the sight. The boys had my notebook and had drawn a heart with our names written in it, along with two stick figures kissing. I frantically stood in front of the window blocking the view, even though Steve had obviously seen it, “I am definitely leaving them with their parents when we hang out!” He threw his head back as he let out a laugh as I continued with a smile on my face, “I am being serious!” After he had stopped laughing Steve opened his arms, “Is it okay if I give you a hug?” My breathe got caught in my throat, “Uh–yeah!” As he wrapped me in his arms, a warmth shot through my body, a feeling of peace, happiness, basically every positive feeling all at once filled my body. I did not want to let go. I closed my eyes at the smell of his body filled my nostrils. I was lost in the moment. His hand slowly rubbed up and down my body, “(Y/n), get a grip! You just met this guy!” I thought to myself, but my body refused to let go. Finally I snapped out of it as I quickly stepped back, surprising Steve, “Sorry..” I moved my hair behind my ear, “It’s been a while since someone hugged me–like that.” Steve nodded, “I understand. Expect another like that next time I see you.” Giving me a wink. I went to say something, but some noises caught my attention. I turned to see my nephews making kiss faces at us through the window; looking back at Steve who was blushing as bad as I was, “I will call you tonight. I am so sorry about them!” I said quickly, hitting the window with my hand. He was holding back a laugh as he smiled, “I’ll be waiting.”

FIRST LOVE PART EIGHT: http://imaginingbucky.tumblr.com/post/146125155969/first-love-part-seven


You sat up in bed with your head in your hands. You made sure that you were completely covered even though Sebastian probably saw more than you wanted while intoxicated.

You couldn’t believe that you slept with him. You tried to recount the events from last night but nothing. It was all such a blur.

Sebastian sat at the other side of the bed. He was just as surprised as you were by what happened. He couldn’t remember a thing after taking those shots with you at the bar the night before.

“I never want to drink ever again.” You moaned. Not only were you struggling with trying to remember what happened, but you were also nursing a hangover.

You looked over at Sebastian and saw that he was now facing away from you.

“Are you going to say anything?”

He turned his head, looking at the wall instead of at you, “I really don’t know what to say.”

“We just slept together and you have nothing to say?” You asked him incredulously.

Sebastian stood up from the bed. You almost averted your eyes but he covered himself with a sheet before you could see anything.

“What would you like for me to say, (Y/n)?” He asked with a hint of frustration in his tone.

“Say what you want to say.”

“Fine! I’m not upset that it happened. I’m not upset that we slept together (Y/n)! The only regret that I have is that I don’t remember a damn thing! I don’t remember kissing you or holding you in my arms as we fell asleep. I don’t remember kissing every inch of your body. That’s what I regret, (Y/n) but I damn sure don’t regret that it happened so if that’s what you’re waiting for me to say, then don’t hold your breath.” Sebastian spoke the entire time with his eyes locked on yours. You couldn’t remember the last time he spoke to you like he did so passionately and vulnerable.

You didn’t want him to say that he regretted it. You wanted the opposite actually. Of course you were freaked out about what happened. Anyone would be if they suddenly woke up besides their first boyfriend in bed after a night of drinking.

You still felt a little iffy about trusting him. He hadn’t told you about being in a relationship when the two of you had been flirting when your first reconnected. If he had been truthful with you, you probably wouldn’t have had the feelings for him that you did.

You looked up at him, “Sebastian, I–”

He wrapped the sheet around his waist and held his free hand up stopping you from continuing, “If you are going to tell me that you regret it, I really don’t want to hear it, (Y/n). I have to get going.”

Sebastian walked out of the room and into the bathroom before you could utter a word.

You didn’t know what to do. Should you stay and try and talk things out or go and keep avoiding him like you had been for weeks.

You decided to gather your clothes that were strung across the room and figure it out once you were dressed. You quickly got off the bed, wrapped a blanket around yourself as you searched for your clothes.

Your undergarments had been near the door to the room. Your dress was in the living room. After you got dressed, you checked your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was a little unruly but it was appropriate considering how it got that way. You noticed a hickey on the left side of your collarbone. Touching it lightly, your thoughts roamed to Sebastian’s mouth there hours ago. You wished that you could remember it.

Someone knocking on the door interrupted your thoughts. You grabbed a hair tie that Sebastian had laying around and put your hair in a ponytail.

You opened the door and saw Chris was there dressed in his usual gym attire. He seemed genuinely surprised to see you opening the door to Sebastian’s hotel room.


You wished that you hadn’t answered the door. It probably just made things a million more complicated.

“Uh, hey Chris. What’s up?”

He chuckled, “I should be asking you the same thing.”

“Things got a little complicated last night.”

“I can tell by the size of that hickey on your neck.” He pointed out before laughing again.

You rolled your eyes and stepped back into the room where he followed. You looked around for your shoes before finding them near the couch.

“Where’s Sebastian?” Chris set his gym bag down before sitting on the couch.

“I think he’s in the shower.” You mumbled.

Chris grinned, “So, you guys are finally together?”

Shaking your head, you slipped your shoes on, “No, we aren’t.”

The grin disappeared from Chris’ face, “What? Well then why—”

“Because we got drunk!” You whispered harshly. You didn’t know how long Sebastian was going to be in the shower but you wanted to be gone once he was done.

“Why are you whispering?”

“I’m trying to get out of here before he gets out of the shower.” You looked around for your clutch and found it on one of the other chairs.

“What happened last night?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I have no idea. Sebastian and I woke up this morning with no recollection of what happened last night and we sort of got into an argument. I just really need to go before he gets out of the bathroom before I say something to make things worse.”

Chris nodded, “Okay, I get it. Call me later okay? We can go and get some coffee. My treat.”

“Yeah, that sounds great.” You waved goodbye before walking over to the door. Opening it, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw Anthony standing on the other side. He had his fist up like he was about to open the door before you opened it.

He noticed that you were in the same dress from last night and coming out of Sebastian’s room. “Looks like you didn’t need a wingman last night, (Y/n).”

“Oh for fucks sake!” You groaned before leaving.


Anthony walked into Sebastian’s hotel room once you had stormed off. It was clear to see what happened with you and Sebastian the night before. He knew a walk of shame when he saw one.

“Dude, did they–?”

Chris nodded from his spot on the couch, “Yeah, they did.”

“Damn, Seabass sure does know how to pick them. Where is he?”

Chris pointed his thumb towards the bedroom, “He’s in the shower.”

“I came to see if he wanted to hit the gym.”

“Yeah, me too. Let’s leave him a note to meet us down there. He might not be up for company right now.”

Anthony was a little confused, “Why?”

“Come on. I’ll explain on the way there.”


Sebastian saw the note that Chris and Anthony left him and went to meet them in the gym downstairs. He needed to let off some steam and working out was the perfect way to do that.

“There’s the man of the hour!” Anthony said once he saw Sebastian walking into the gym. He set his bag near where the two of them were situated.

“Good morning guys.” He said.

“I’m sure you are having a good morning if you know what I mean.”

Sebastian looked at Chris. He saw that his cheeks were tinted a shade of red.

“What’s going on?”

“We may have saw (Y/n) leaving your room this morning.” Chris answered him.

Sebastian froze. He had thought that you had left before Anthony and Chris stopped by his room.

“I think I messed things up.” He mumbled.

“No shit.” Anthony joked.

“Tell us what happened.” Chris said giving his friend his undivided attention.

Sebastian explained how the two of you woke up not remembering anything from the night before. He told them that you guys had gotten into an argument and he stormed off before you could respond to how he felt.

“Did she say anything to either of you?” Sebastian asked them.

Chris shook his head, “No she didn’t. What are you going to do next?”

Sebastian shrugged his shoulders, “Honestly, I have no idea. I don’t think she wants to have anything to do with me after this. She seemed like she regretted what happened.”

“Maybe you should give her some space.” Mackie suggested.

“I don’t know if that’s going to make things better. We’ve had enough space for years. I can’t lose her guys.” Sebastian didn’t know what he would do if the two of you went a long time without speaking again.

Chris mulled it over. He wanted to help two of his closest friends out. It was clear that you and Sebastian cared about each other deeply. He wanted to help the both of you achieve happiness.

“I think I have an idea.” Chris said as he took his phone out and sent you a text.


Instead of meeting Chris for coffee, he had asked you to go to dinner with him that evening. He told you that he would meet you there since he had a few things to take care of.

You looked up the restaurant that Chris suggested and saw that it was really fancy. You wondered why he wanted to go somewhere so upscale but didn’t ask.

You wore a dress since you didn’t want to be completely out of place there. It was plum and strapless stopping a little above your knee.

The restaurant was only a few blocks from the hotel so you walked instead of getting a cab.

There was a hostess standing near the door when you walked in.

“Hello, do you have a reservation?” She asked you.

You nodded, “Yes, I’m supposed to be meeting someone here. The last name is Evans.”

The hostess looked down at the computer screen, “Ah, yes. He is already here and waiting for you in the private room.”

Private room?

You had an inkling that something was going on as you followed the hostess to the back of the restaurant. She opened the door to the private room and you stepped inside.

The lighting inside was dim. It smelled like roses and you noticed there were rose pedals spread around on the floor.

There was soft music playing and candles scattered across the room. A single table was in the middle of the room with two chairs across from each other.

Occupying one of those chairs was Sebastian.


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“No, okay?!” You shouted, throwing your purse on the couch.

“Don’t act like it isn’t a big deal one of my group mates groped you, (Y/N)! I know I shouldn’t have ever brung you around them!” Hoseok ran his finger through his hair frustratingly, “What did you two do?”

“Nothing, Hoseok!” You stormed away.

He laughed sarcastically, “It’s not over—not one bit. You’re not gonna see them anymore,” He followed you, “Especially not Yoongi.”

“You’re the one who introduced me to them!” You spun around, “You knew the consequences-”

“Well, if you and Yoongi would be able to control yourselves instead of shoving your tongues down each other’s throats when everyone turned away-!”

You scoffed, “If I could control myself?” You went to the refrigerator, “What is that supposed to mean? What are you calling me, Hoseok? Hm? A slu-”

“Not at all!” He slammed his hands on the dinning room table, “I just wished that he could’ve controlled himself..” He cupped his face, “It’s all my fault.” He mumbled, “My little cousin came here to visit me, and I let my friend make out with her..”

You grabbed a water bottle, not buying whatever Hoseok was trying to pull on you. “What was that?” You looked out the window.

“Where?” His head popped up, “Are they home?”

“No, it wasn’t them.” You shook your head, pointing outside. “You better go check before we get murdered—I’m serious, Hoseok.” You acted as if you were afraid.

“Stay here.” He ordered, getting up from a chair and walking to the front door.

You watched him go outside, and grabbed his phone—quickly looking for Yoongi’s number. As soon as you turned it on, he had missed calls, messages, and texts from the boy in question. “I made her..” You read, face softening from your annoyed one. You shook your head, unlocking his phone and deleting the one’s that Yoongi had said he forced you to kiss him. You yanked your phone out, typing his number into your contacts.

“There wasn’t anything outside,” Hoseok’s voice came back, you threw his phone back.

“I swear I saw something,” You turned your back towards him.

“You better go clean up before they get home,” He sat back down, “I won’t tell your parents if you promise to not bring this up again, and not go see any of them while you’re here. You came here to see us—not have sex with my friend.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’ll be taking my makeup off.” Walking away, you hovered your thumb above the call option for Yoongi’s name. You tapped your phone screen, feeling butterflies of nervousness fill your stomach as you quickly rushed to your room.

The dial tone rang for a while, and just when you were about to give up a voice answered. “Hello?”

“Yoongi—it’s (Y/N).”

“(Y/N), how’d you get my number? Are you okay? Do you need me to go pick you up?” He rambled, and changed his tone.

“I’m fine—he didn’t talk to me on the ride back, but he started lecturing me when we got inside.” You slid down, back against the wall.

He sighed heavily, “I should have never done that..” There was a silence, “I’m so sorry. I should’ve known better than to mess with you,”

“What happened to you saying you didn’t care if Hoseok found out?” You looked up.

“It’s different—I didn’t want him to find out like that. It would’ve been easier if he found me holding your hand, or me telling him; something sweet. Listen, I’m sorry but-”

“No.” You spoke up, “You know where Hoseok’s parents live—come now.”


“Now, Yoongi.” You said sternly, “Don’t let him see you.”

“I’ll be there soon,” He hung up.

“(Y/N)..” Hoseok said softly, knocking on the door slightly.

“What?” You snapped, getting your makeup removal wipes from your bag.

“Can I come in?”


“It’s my house-”

“I don’t care!” You threw the huge packet of wipes at the door.

“I don’t want things to be like this—not around our parents.” He jiggled the doorknob, “Can we at least leave on a good note? I’m not gonna say I’m sorry-”

“Then leave me alone.” You cut him off, not wanting to hear anymore.

“What you did was wrong, (Y/N).” He spoke louder.

You stubbornly wiped your face with the wipe, looking in the mirror that was in the room. Your phone vibrated, and you checked it. Yoongi asked if she should go to the back of the house—you replied yes. The was what you saw if you looked out the window. You heard Hoseok leave, and you finally took a breath. When you finished taking all your makeup off, you switched your clothes to comfortable sweatpants and a crop top. You laid down in bed, thinking about the way your older cousin grabbed your wrist in front of everyone—dragging you away. The way that the rest of his friends had their mouths hung open at his rage, and your face. You put your hair in a ponytail, still upset at the fact Hoseok made a scene. Your phone rang after about ten minutes, “Hello?” You pressed the phone against your ear.

“I’m in the back—should I just wait?”

You got up, looking outside. There Yoongi stood, still dressed like he was earlier. “I’m gonna climb out the window..” You said slowly, “I’ll be right there.” You shoved your phone in your pocket, and opened the window.

The noise alarmed Yoongi, and he looked towards it. “Don’t fall,” He whispered, holding his arms out.

“Will you catch me?” You asked, stepping out.

“I’ll try.” He shrugged, still holding out his arms. “Just jump,” You took a deep breath, and did as Yoongi had told you. You shut your eyes tightly, then felt him holding you against his chest. “Look,” He sighed, setting you down. “I know what I told you, and I want to keep this going; you’re a kind girl, and I’ve felt more from you than anyone I’ve been with. It would be stupid for me to let this go,”

“Then don’t.”

“It’s not that simple, (Y/N).” He looked down, biting his lip lightly. “Hoseok is already upset enough as it is, and I wouldn’t want to add fuel to the fire. Him scolding you because he knows is one thing, imagine what he’d do if he found out it was still going behind his back. I can’t do that to my brother,”

“I know.” You said lowly, holding your arm. “I just thought..” You looked at him, “I thought we could get away with it.”

“So did I,” He breathed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “As much as I hate to say it, I can’t see you anymore. The risks are too high, and I’m sure he hates me.” You nodded sadly, “(Y/N), don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Don’t do that face—please.” He hung his head, “Come here.” He pulled you by your fingers into him. “It’s not easy for me, okay?” He said, wrapping his arms around you. “Did he say he wasn’t taking you around us anymore?”

“Yeah.” You hugged him back.

“Ah,” He groaned, “I don’t know what to do. I want to keep seeing you, but Hoseok won’t talk to me again. If I leave you, I won’t be able to get you off my mind.”

“If you’re leaving me, you won’t call me either?” You looked up at him.

“I’d be tempted to,” He rubbed your back, “Dammit!” He said through clenched teeth, “What do I do?” He didn’t make anymore noise, but hugged you tightly. “I’m sorry, (Y/N).” He held you for a minute, then let go to kiss you sweetly. “I can’t let him be mad at you forever,” He tucked some loose strands of hair behind your ear, “It’s for your own good. Just don’t get into trouble while I’m gone.” He planted a kiss on the top of your head, “Bye.”

You choked back the urge to yell—clenching your fists tightly. He’s gone.. You watched him try not to look back at you, as he disappeared at the side of the house into darkness. You stood there silently, and decided to head back.

//Two Weeks Later//

Over the course of these odd days, you received no sort of contact from Yoongi—minus texts from three nights ago. He had texted you ten times: begging for you to come to the studio, begging for you to meet him somewhere, saying he was sorry, saying he wish he hadn’t have left you. After a while of just staring at the texts he had sent you, you received another. It was a rather lengthy one, but one phrase stood out to you: ‘Tell me it’s over..let me know.’ You had to fight with all your might to try to gather up enough willpower to ignore him. You couldn’t deny that was dominating your thoughts every minute, but you had to act as if nothing had ever happened. Deep down, you were truly sad. It was an opportunity missed—your favorite person in BTS taking a liking to you, but being ripped away by some awful outcome. You couldn’t shake the thought of what would happen if you did things the right way: formally dating, not jumping into sexual acts, and getting to know each other instead of being attracted solely on looks. That’ll never happen, of course; Yoongi’s gone.

“(Y/N)?” Your mother said lightly, tapping your shoulder. “Your aunt and I need some ingredients for tonight’s dinner; do you mind going to the store?”

“Not at all, eomma.” You shook your head, standing up from the chair you were in—which was the one just weeks ago Hoseok had sat in yelling at you.

“I wanna go!” Your siblings ran into the room.

“Do you mind taking them? I’ll give you extra money to buy them sweets,” Your mother reached into her purse.

“It’s alright.” You nodded as your brother yanked on your arm down.

“(Y/N), can we get candy?” (Y/B/N) looked up at you with hopeful eyes.

“If we have enough money,” You grabbed the money from your mother’s hand along with the grocery list.

“(Y/N)-ah!” (Y/S/N) tugged on your shirt, “Can I bring my cat doll?”


“Run!” (Y/B/N) yelled, pushing her towards the room. “I wanna leave already.”

She began running, her dress flowing behind her. As you wait, your brother started for the door to put his shoes on. “Okay!” She held up the doll, shaking it about.

“Be safe!” Your mother waved, going to the kitchen where your aunt—Hoseok’s mother—was.

On the way walking to the store, you held your siblings tiny hands ensuring their safety. They behaved well enough not to get on your nerves, and promised not to go crazy with the treats. You arrived, and got all the things you needed first—promising to pay attention to the kids and their wants after. “Give me that!” You heard (Y/S/N) shout frantically. “(Y/B/N)!” She whined.

You turned around, placing a can into the basket you were carrying. “What did you do?”

“He threw it to another aisle!” She cried, tears forming in her eyes.

“Why did you do that?” You groaned, walking to him.

“I’m gonna get it,” She pouted, rushing along.

“(Y/S/N)!” You called to no avail.

“I’ll get her!” (Y/B/N) ran after her.

Great, now they’re both gone. You hit your forehead, walking quickly through the carts and people. Searching through the aisles, you see them talking to a man. “Oh, are these your-(Y/N)?”

You looked up from grabbing them, and trying to pull them away from the creep. “Jin?”

“I haven’t seen you in so long—how are you?” He set his basket down, hugging you.

“I-I’m fine. How are the boys?”

“They’re fine..” He scratched the back of his head. “You know, Yoongi hasn’t been the same since that night..”

You sighed heavily, “I think I have to go-”

He held your wrist, “Did I make you uncomfortable? I’m sorry—I don’t know what happened after the arcade; he left, then came back upset later in the night. He was with you, right?”


“What happened—if you don’t mind me asking.”

“I’d rather not say,” You bit your nail, “I’m surprised he didn’t tell you.”

“He told us the general idea of it—not the details.” He coughed, proving the awkwardness of the run-in. “What are you doing here?”

“Hoseok’s mom, and my mom need a couple things; you?” You readjusted your basket to your other hand.

“Ah, just shopping for some cooking. The guys can eat so much—I have to be prepared.”

“(Y/N), what about our candy?” (Y/B/N) whispered loudly.

“Um,” You pointed to him.

“I understand,” Jin chuckled looking at your brother getting restless, “It was nice running into you.” He smiled, holding his arms out. “See you soon.” He placed a hand on your back. “Oh, and here you go.” He handed your sister her doll.

“Thank you!” She smiled widely.

“Bye.” He waved, walking away.

'See you soon’? What was that supposed to mean? Maybe just an expression.. You took your sibling to go get some candy, snacks, or treats—then paid for everything and went home. Most of the day, you stayed in your room sulking like everyday. Not realizing how much time has passed, you were caught off guard when the door busted open.

“Yah, get up!” Hoseok yelled loudly, taking a stance where his legs were open and he was pointing at you. “Get dressed, too! I can’t take you out like that,”

“Where are we going?” You mumbled, turning your back towards him while you covered your face with a pillow.

“You’ll see when we get there,” He leaned against the wall, “I’m waiting.”

“Do I have to?”

“Yes, now move!” He shook you roughly.

“I’m going, I’m going!” You sat up, throwing your legs over the edge of the bed.

“I won’t look,” He looked away. You rolled your eyes, putting on relaxed clothes. He cleared his throat, and out his hand out. “Don’t you wanna put something nicer on?”

“What’s wrong with this?” You picked at your shirt.

“Just trust me on this?”

“Fine.” You changed into something more acceptable. “This is better?”

“Definitely better,” He nodded, dragging you outside the house. “We’ll be back, eomma!”

“Where are we going?” You yanked his hand off of you.

“I told you to wait,” He groaned, still leading you.

You shook your head, trying not to let it bother you. You seen some familiar sights, thinking back to where you had been on your way to on this path. The studio.. “Hoseok,” You stopped walking, “Why are you taking me to the studio? Didn’t you say you didn’t want me to see Yoongi again?”

“Jin told me how you ran into him, and there’s something you really need to see.” He blew off the fact you brought up Yoongi, and the whole ordeal of never seeing the boys again. You walked in front of the studio, Hoseok pushing the doors open as he brought you in. Shoving you into the elevator, he blew some air out. “You know I love you, right?”

“I guess,”

“I just want to see you happy; I love seeing you happy. When we were little and used to play, you always laughed and smiled—you don’t so much now.” He looked down with a sad expression, “I know it’s my fault-”

“Nothing is your fault.”

“No, it is. I wanted to become a rapper, and a dancer without thinking twice about you. I barely have anytime to see my own mother, let alone send a text to my little cousin.”

“You have things to do with concerts, albums, recording, and practice. It doesn’t bother the family that you don’t speak so much to us anymore, because we can see you on TV and the Internet. You may not be with us in person, but we know that it’s all worth it since you smile so much while you’re doing your thing.”

“I am happy,” He responded, “But I want you to be as well.”

“Then why bring me here?” You said in a barely audible whisper. “He texted me the other night, telling me all these things..”

“I know; I saw him texting you. He was in the dance studio typing away on his phone.” There was a minute of silence before your cousin broke it, “You know he has you as 'Jagi’ on his phone, right?”

“No.” You shook your head, feeling your heart flutter a little. He cared enough to put you as jagi..

“Why didn’t you say anything to him? I saw what he send you—he poured his heart out. He meant every word he sent,” The double doors opened, and there was minimal light due to the fact most of the staff had left.

“It would hurt too much,” You walked out, “He left me for a reason, and you wouldn’t let me see any of them until now. Why would I go against you again?”

“Just remember: I want you to be happy.” He said before he opened the door to—assuming—where the boys were.

They all turned around, mouths slightly open. “(Y/N), you’re here.” Tae smiled warmly, getting up from the black chair with wheels. “I missed you,” He hugged you, then led you to sit on the chair. The other’s just smiled and waved at you, looking anxious. Everyone was here, but Yoongi.

“You guys got it ready?” A voice behind you said, opening the door.

Jungkook coughed loudly, “Yeah.”

Jimin’s bounced his leg lightly, his eyes darting from the person at the door to you. He cleared his throat, “Yeah, everything is fine—and here.”

“Okay..let’s make music.” The person—obviously Yoongi—walked without even looking at you. He got into the booth where they recorded their vocals, “Can you start the song please?” He ignored you, looking next to you to Namjoon. The song started—a slower beat. Tae’s voice boomed, singing lowly and calmly. The beat changed as he finished his verse, then Yoongi began his rapping. His voice was more calm than in other songs, and he finally opened his eyes and fixated them on you. “Even when I breathe, I see you..” He said while locking eyes with you intensely. He continued on, and when he finished he continued to look at you. You listened closely to the lyrics—knowing now your purpose for being here in this room was. You were surprised Hoseok agreed to make this song, considering his anger about any of them looking at you funny. Namjoon’s verse was unlike him as well. Everyone’s voice was amazing, and great for this slower piece. You knew—no matter who sang it—Yoongi wrote this for you. The singing got louder and more full of emotion, then he glanced up at you. You got your phone out, and messaged him quickly. The song slowed to an end, and Yoongi checked his phone. You sent him something else quickly, and he smiled extremely wide. “The song isn’t as beautiful as you are, jagi.” He said aloud, taking his headphones off. He rushed out, “So you liked it?” He knelt down.

“Yeah.” You felt slight tears threatening to spill out.

“I made it for you-”

“Obviously.” Jimin snorted.

“Shut up, pabo.” Yoongi turned around, then went back to you. “I couldn’t get you off my mind at all..” He held your knee lightly, “I didn’t mess up my chances, did I?”

“No,” You shook your head, “Not at all.”

“I thought it was a good idea..” He sighed, hanging his head down. “Can we be alone?” He asked the room. They all got up, and left you two to have your own privacy. “I’m not one to show emotion, and I’m not one to show affection.” He started, “I do know you’re someone I want in my life, though. I couldn’t let you go like that—not that easy.” He chuckled, smiling at himself. “I’m sorry. I have something to ask you: Wanna go out sometime? Go catch a movie, have dinner—anything? Does that sound good to you, babe?” He cockily smirked, knowing your answer.

“A movie would be nice,”

“Good. It doesn’t have to be in a theater, does it?”

“I think I’d prefer it to be at the dorm, if that’s what you’re implying.” You looked down at him, placing your hand on his.

“We have a date then,” He looked at you while fighting the expression of happiness tugging on the corners of his lips.

“Did you miss me?”

“Of course I did,” He bit his lip lightly.

“Come here,” You patted your lap. He gave you a puzzled look, “Well?”

“What are you gonna do?”

You huffed, forcing his head on your lap. He raised his hands, putting them on your knees to pull away quickly. “Stay.” You ordered, keeping a firm hand on his shoulders. He stopped fidgeting with I heavy sigh, while you sat him up better so he’d be more comfortable. You moved your hands up, lightly brushing your fingers against his ears. You played with his hair softly, “Should we go out there before they get the wrong idea?” He swallowed hardly, staring at the wall without blinking. “Oppa~” You brushed a few strands of hair out of his eyes.

“Hm?” He looked up at your with big eyes.

“Get up.” You slightly pushed him off you.

“Why’d you do that?” He stood up, speaking more assertively.

“I just wanted to.” You shrugged, standing up as well. You reached up to caress his cheek with your thumb, bringing him down by his neck to peck your lips.

He kissed you before opening the door, this time more deeply and he held you hip. When he turned the door knob, Tae popped a little confetti popper. “Yeah!” He shouted loudly.

“Were you eavesdropping?” Yoongi held your hip protectively.

“No—we just knew you would get together.” Jin smiled, “Did you ask her out?”

“Yes, and she said agreed.”

“Alright!” Jungkook punched the air, “Where are we going hyung?” He looked at Yoongi with a cute face.


“Yeah! You’re taking me to make up from when I couldn’t go to dinner and the arcade, right?”

“They’re having a date,” Namjoon said slowly.

“I won’t bother them. I’ll eat quietly, and only talk when talked to.”

“No, Jungkook.” Yoongi answered.

“That’s no fair!”

“We’re having it in the dorm anyway,” You informed him.

“We can have a movie night!” Jungkook cheerfully jumped.

“As much as I’d love to crash their date, I think they need a little time to themselves to get to know each other more.” Hoseok said.

“How about I take all of us to go get ice cream?” Jin offered.

“Yeah!” Tae and Jimin hopped in place.

“Tomorrow night?” Yoongi suggested.

“Sounds good.” You nodded.

“Can we go to the dorm now—but with (Y/N)?” Jungkook asked.

“If she wants,” Hoseok shrugged when everyone looked at him.

“Okay.” You laughed a little.

Everyone ran to the elevator, and you walked with Yoongi down the hall. “Thank you for giving me another change after I screwed up,”

“Why wouldn’t I? I hope we can stand each other,” You sarcastically replied.

“Yah, don’t get smart with me kid.” He ruffled your hair, “This is the second time I’ve seen you without make up.” He stared at your face.

“Stop staring,” You pushed his head away.

“But you’re beautiful either way,” He leaned down to kiss you, but devilishly bit your bottom lip. “We’ll have some fun together, jagi.”