I ran straight into the girls’ locker room,
thankfully finding total solitude in there. I leaned over the sink looking at
myself in the mirror. I felt like I could throw up. My grip began tightening
around the edge of the sink, turning my knuckles white, as I thought about how
stupid I was to not make sure he was wearing a condom. If I was pregnant, this could
potentially ruin both our lives. We would never get out of this godforsaken
town. Of course I still loved Jughead, so my mind drifted to how he would never
be able to become a writer like he wanted, because he will have to help take
care of the baby. Wait- what if… what if he runs off. I could not blame him. I
was the one who instigated what happened that night. I loved him, so I wanted
him to be happy, and there was no way he would be happy stuck in Riverdale for
the rest of his life with a child he doesn’t want and a career he doesn’t want,
all because of a woman he clearly doesn’t want.
Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted
by the door to the locker room slamming open. I realized I was crying and
quickly wiped off my tears before turning around to thankfully see Betty and
Veronica. I didn’t know what I would do without them. They noticed my tears and
both gave me a hug.
“Is it what we think it is?”
I shook my head yes. I felt like I
couldn’t talk, like I could barely think.
“You still need to take a test
right?” Veronica asked making sure. “Hey it could be negative for all you know,”
she continued trying to lighten the mood.
Betty could sense that it still did
not make me feel better and she was right. I had to know, until I did nothing
“Why don’t I run to the store and
buy them and Ronnie can wait here with you,” Betty said seemingly knowing just
what I needed.
“Okay,” I finally spoke up quietly.
With that Betty was out the door.
Veronica noticed I started crying again, so she pulled me over to a bench. We
both sat down, her holding me, while I let out my tears.
“You know, whatever happens Betty
and I will be here for you,” she soothed.
Truthfully I already knew that.
Class will be starting in and few minutes and Betty willingly is going to miss
it. If she did that for me I knew there was nothing she would not do. As for
Veronica she was like a rock. She wouldn’t care what anyone would say about me,
she would still stick with me through it. But the problem was not that. It was
the men in my life. Namely Jughead, Archie, and my dad. Jughead did not even
want me, why would he want our child. He would never forgive me. As for Archie,
well he would probably kill Jughead over it, or at least try to, being the
overprotective brother he was. Then he would proceed to yell at my for the neck 50 years of my life. And my dad,
well all he wanted was the best for Archie and me. This was clearly not the
best, and not part of my life plan for at least another 10 years. I was his
little girl; he always believed in me and trusted me to know what to do. I was
going to break his heart and he would never forgive me either.
“I know you guys will be. You two
are my best friends,” I voiced my thoughts to Veronica. “The problem is Jughead,
Archie, and my dad. They will never forgive me”.
Veronica sighed, she knew it would
be hard to get them to accept it, but they all loved her, even Jughead did, despite what he told her.
“They all love and care about you;
they just want what’s best for you. And this was not what they had in mind. But
since they care for you they will eventually move and get over it. They won’t
be mad at you forever,” Veronica finished, noticing that her words made my crying
die down a little.
We stayed like, Veronica hugging me
on the bench, until Betty came back.
Barging through the door she begins
to speak, “I didn’t know which ones were best so I got multiple ones”.
As she dumped them on the counter I
laughed. As little kids I don’t think Betty or I ever pictured that we would be
doing this first semester of our sophomore year of high school.
I ran and hugged her saying, “Thank
you Betty. I’m going to go use these. Wait here for me”.
They nodded as I grabbed the tests
and ran off to the bathroom stalls that were situated off to the side of the girls’
After I was done I made my way out
of the stalls and place the tests on the counter. Betty proceeded to set a
timer on her phone. We all went to sit on the bench while we waited.
When the timer went off I could not
make myself move to go check. Veronica looked at me and realized I had no
intention of getting up. So instead she went to check.
After looking at them, she turned to me, with a straight
face, and asked, “Are you ready to know?”
It was your favorite position in the world, lying in bed, resting
your head on Jungkook’s chest, his arm wrapped around you. He was holding his
phone just above you, showing you a series of Youtube videos from a sketch show
that you didn’t particularly like. Every time something dumb happened on the
small screen, his chest shook so much under the weight of his laughter that it
felt like an earthquake beneath your head, and you loved it. Every chuckle was
a welcome reminder of how much you adored this man. In this perfect moment, you
felt truly happy. Happy, settled, and in love.
Your bliss was suddenly interrupted by Jungkook’s shrill
ringtone. The video on the screen was replaced by an incoming call from his
“Sorry baby,” he said, then kissed you on your nose, making you
giggle. He slid out from underneath you and sat up at the edge of the bed. You
sat too, staying close to him so you could cling to his arm as he answered the
“Hello, Mom,” he said into the receiver.
“Helloooo,” you called out in the most ridiculous voice
you could muster. You laughed at your own stupid joke.
Jungkook shot you a look. It wasn’t the amused, playful look
that you were expecting. It was an embarrassed, angry look that made you
shrivel. His eyes were suddenly cold and his mouth tightened into a straight
line, making you feel tiny. You met his look with a questioning shrug, silently
asking him what was wrong.
montgomery de la cruz imagine: i miss the old u (#1)
Request: Can you make a Monty imagine/series (whatever u like) where Y/n and him are super close and then lots of stuff happen, Hannah dies, the tapes come out and whatever u like, but she keeps drifting away from him and pushing him away? Monty starts to notice and wants her back in his life? Thanks sorry this was so long xx
“monty!” you squealed, running to your best friend (and boyfriend) and embracing him in a big hug.
“y/n, we saw each other two days ago.” he chuckles in your ear.
“i still missed you.” you smile, quickly pecking him on the lips.
you both were walking down the halls of liberty high, hand in hand.
“did you do mr. hankie’s homework?” monty asks, and you nod.
“can i have the answers please?” he begs, pouting his lips.
“s-” you were inturupted mid sentence by the PA system.
“students, it is with sadness that we inform you that this weekend, one of our students hannah baker. we are all saddened by her death, and send our condolences to her family. a memorial will be held in the gymnasium at 2:15.”
many people gasp, and looked extremely shocked.
while you felt like you just got hit by a brick.
hannah baker was one of your best friends, and you were extremely close to her. her parents were best friends with yours, and you have known her your entire life.
“y/n?” monty says, snapping you back into reality.
“are you okay?”
“no.” you sigh, wiping your tears with the back of your hands, ruining your eye makeup.
“shit babe, you look like a raccoon.” monty jokes, trying to lighten the mood.
“not the time, monty.” you roll your eyes, before heading to class.
you went home and you find your parents not at home.
slamming your backpack, you start to break down and cry.
thirteen minutes into your mental breakdown, a knock is heard on the door. you open it and find no one there, but when looking down, you notice a package.
picking it up, you tear it open, wondering what is inside.
inside, it contained cassette tapes, which you were positive you have never touched since you were 9 years old.
it also contained a map, which had pinpoints all over.
confused, you go to your bedroom and grab an old walkman, which you have had since you were a toddler.
inserting the tape, you press play and nearly threw up when you heard who was speaking.
“Hey, it’s Hannah. Hannah Baker. That’s right. Don’t adjust your…whatever device you’re hearing this on. It’s me, live and in stereo. No return engagements, no encore, and this time, absolutely no requests. Get a snack. Settle in. Because I’m about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended. And if you’re listening to this tape you’re one of the reasons why. I’m not saying which tape brings you into the story. But fear not, if you received this lovely little box, your name will pop up. I promise. Anyway, the rules here are pretty simple. - There are only two. Rule number one: you listen. Number two: you pass it on. Hopefully, neither one will be easy. It’s not supposed to be easy, or I would have emailed you an MP3. When you’re done listening to all 13 sides, because there are 13 sides to every story rewind the tapes, put them back in the box, and pass them on to the next person. Oh and the box of tapes should have included a map. I’ll be mentioning several spots around our beloved city. I can’t force you to visit them, but if you’d like a little more insight, head for the stars. Or you know, just throw away the map and I’ll never know or will I? You see, in case you’re tempted to break the rules, understand I did make a copy of these tapes, and I left them with a trusted individual who, if this package doesn’t make it through all of you, will release these copies in a very public manner. This was not a spur of the moment decision. Do not take me for granted. Not again.”
“hey y/n.” monty smiles, happy to see his girlfriend.
“hi.” you blankly reply, thinking about nothing but the tapes.
you stayed up until 5 am, listening to the tapes and thinking about them.
you didn’t eat, you didn’t drink anything. just listening to the tapes.
how could people have been so cruel to her?
why did she never tell you anything?
all these questions run through your mind, before you are brought back to reality and hear monty speak.
“i’m so sorry about hannah. it must suck.” he quickly says, trying to fill in the void of silence.
“yep.” you nod, walking to your locker and grabbing your books.
“are you okay?”
“i don’t know.”
a/n: so sorry this sucked!! i will be making a part two soon! requests are still open, so please request me things.
A/N- here’s a lil jack imagine for you all. i havent gotten to part 10 for aswas so im posting this, hope you guys like it!!
You had been dating
Jack for 5 months now. He decide that it was now time to meet his parents. You
were nervous to say that least. They knew you from Jacks videos, but you knew
nothing but their names.
But you weren’t too
worried about his parents. There was a different family member you were afraid
to meet. Anna, his younger sister. At first, you were excited to meet her. But
then you overheard the conversation they had last night.
Jack stopped, you assumed she cut him off. “Anna.” He said again, getting
a few seconds he said, “Can I speak? Or are you going to interrupt me again?”
couldn’t hear what she was saying, but you could put two and two together.
she’s not.” He sighed, walking around his room, “It’s not like that… She’s not
were devastated, you were so excited to meet her. She seemed so sweet in his
videos. You thought you two would get on well.
please. Stop saying that.” You heard the balcony open, “She’s not like, she
isn’t using me for…” his voiced faded.
“They’ll love you!” he
encouraged from his spot on the couch.
“Fine…” you mumbled,
not wanting to say any more on the topic.
“Why are you so
worried,” he stood up and walked behind you, snaking his arms around your
stomach. “You weren’t nervous to meet Conor.”
“I …” you turned
around, getting out of his grasp. “I heard you talking to Anna last night.” You
sighed. “I just don’t understand. I haven’t even met her… and she already hates
“Babe,” he sat next to
you, “she’s just worried.”
“Conor wasn’t!” you
exclaimed, dumbfounded as to why the teenager didn’t like you.
“She thinks,” he hesitated,
contemplating if telling you was a good idea, “She saw the video you did with
“Are you serious? She’s
basing her view of me off a video?” this made you frustrated.
A few weeks ago you and
Joe filmed a collab. You two did The YouTuber Confessional. In the video, Joe
asked you, “Are you dating Jack because he has more subscribers?”
You laughed, “Yes.” You
gave the camera a fake serious look. “I’m in it for the fame and the fame
“She’s a gold digger!”
Though this looks bad, Joe
posted the bloopers. And it them, you here this:
“Are you dating Jack because
he has more subscribers?”
“What? No! Of course
“I dare you to say yes.
You laughed, “Ok. Just
cut all of this out. Ready? Ask me again.”
So you knew you were joking.
Jack knew you were joking. But for some reason, Anna took this to heart.
Nonetheless, you found
yourself on the train to Brighton. You looked out the window, watching the
scenery pass in the blink of an eye. Jack squeezed you hand when he noticed you
biting your fingernails, it had always been a bad habit of yours.
“I love you.” He
“I love you too.” You
smiled, kissing his cheek.
Before you knew it, Jack
was knocking on his parent’s door.
“Jack!” his mom smiled.
“So lovely to see you again dear.”
“And you must be the lovely
Y/n.” she engulfed you in a hug.
“It’s so nice to meet
you.” You hugged back.
“Dad.” Jack shook his head,
acknowledging the presence of his father.
“Son.” He nodded back,
turning towards you. “So you’re Ashley right? Oh wait. That’s the other girlfriend.
You’re Y/n.” he laughed, hugging you.
“Something you need to
tell me Jack?” you played along.
“She’s not as pretty.”
He had a smirk on his face. You slapped his arm.
You four slowly migrate
towards the main room.
“Anna! Come down. Jack’s
here.” Helen called upstairs. A few seconds later, the teenager rounded the
“Jack!” she squealed,
running up to him.
“Hey sis.” He sighed.
“I missed you.” He let go, and that’s when her smile faded.
“You actually brought
her?” she fake whispered. You lowered your head.
“Anna. That is not how
we treat guests.” Gary said.
The tension in the room
was obvious. You felt awkward. You wanted to leave.
“Where’s the bathroom?”
you asked, not looking at Anna.
“Down the hall, first
door on your right.” Helen smiled, trying to lighten the mood. When you walked
past the siblings you hear Anna say something along the lines of ‘don’t steal
And that’s when you
broke down. Tears flowed from your eyes, you didn’t care that everyone could
hear you. You just didn’t understand.
“ANNA!” you heard Jack
yell. “I get you may not like her. But she is my girlfriend. And I love her.
And she will be around for a long time. She isn’t using me. You’re wrong. Just
stop being so rude. You know I love you, but sometimes you can be a real bitch!
Just go up to your room, I don’t want to see you right now.”
You felt awful. Jack
never, and you mean never yelled at
Anna. Maybe she was being rude, but he was a little harsh. This made you feel
You heard a knock on
the door, “Love? Can I come in?”
Jack walked in, sitting
next to you against the tub.
“She didn’t deserve
that.” You said after a few moments.
“Neither did you.”
“I know, but she’s your
He sighed, “I know I
know. I’ll apologize. I just… I don’t understand why she won’t just let me be
“You would do the same
if she had a boyfriend.”
“Why are you defending
her?” he turned to look at you.
“Because, she’s a
teenager. She gets too much shit thrown at her already. She doesn’t deserve
hate form everyone in her life. Even if it’s me.”
You laughed, “Stop.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, now go
You and Jack stood up,
but when you opened the door you were both surprised.
Anna stood at the
entrance with red cheeks a puffy eyes.
“I’m so sorry.” She
said, you assumed she was talking to Jack. But then she hugged you. You were surprised at first, but hugged her
“I didn’t realize. I’m
sorry. I’m so stupid. You’re not using him. I was just jealous. I’m so so so so
sorry.” She sobbed.
“It’s okay.” Was all
you could say. After she let go of you, she hugged Jack.
“Please forgive me.”
“Of course. I’m so
sorry. I love you so much, Anna. Never forget that.”
Since then, you and
Anna never fought, never even had a disagreement. You soon became besties; her
trusting you with her darkest secrets and you giving her tips on how to survive
her teenage years.
Jack never understood how
the two most important girls in his life were perfect. He truly was blessed.
““You heard me.” He dipped his head into the crevice of my
neck, placing a gentle kiss against the smooth skin. The furious burn of my
blush reddened the tips of my ears and warmed the back of my neck. I could feel
Taehyung’s lips twisting into a smirk as he hovered over my collarbones.”
A/N - Just a slight warning for those of you who don’t like smut ~ I tried to make it as fluffy as i possibly could, and avoided getting to graphic, so I hope you can make it through ~
Genre: Fluff | Angst | Smut Members: Taehyung x Reader Word count: 3167
Can you do Katsuki, Shinsou, and Izuku comforting their S/O after they've lost their quirk that they basically can't do anything without? (~~Also I absolutely love your blog💕💕)
He would be silent while you cried in his arms. How would he comfort someone who is now quirkless when he made fun of someone for that for years? He would silently comfort you by doing small tasks that you don’t necessarily have the energy to do anymore. He would do everything little thing for you until you felt like yourself again. Though you lost your quirk, he would say losing your quirk doesn’t mean you’re defenseless. He would definitely be 10x more protective of his significant other than before and will love you the same.
He would be by your side the entire time. He’d joke about how he would make people do things for you since you no longer have a quirk just to lighten the mood. However, he would seriously be concerned with your mental state and would be with you at all times to distract you from your recent loss. He would overall be indifferent whether you had your quirk or not. But now he’s more supportive than ever since you lost something that helped you did everything. He’d be your substitute as a quirk.
He would relate the most out of everyone about not having a quirk, therefore the most supportive. He would remind his significant other that they’re still amazing and important to him without their quirk and he won’t treat them differently because of it. Also, he would be gentle in your healing process and would try and cheer you up, which would end up him stuttering and messing up his joke but you laugh anyways. Nonetheless, he would be with you every step of the way and would always have that concern of your current state. And even when you get over your loss, he would always double check and be a cutie.
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He’d say it back right away, so excited, he’d almost shout it.
*is weird about it* He’d not know what to do, immediately doing an odd gesture, pointing at you playfully. “I love you too!”
*flustered* He’d be surprised, caught off guard. He’d know it was there, but he’d be surprised when you said it first. He’d most definitely return the words, growing soft.
It’d be a serious moment for the two of you, but he’d lighten the mood, glomping you in a tight embrace, making the too of you laugh. He’d take a moment to return the words though, his lips stretching into a sincere smile.
*over dramatic* He’s playful, gasping, throwing his hand over his heart in awe. “My heart-” Similarly to Doyoung though he would take the time to also say the words in a sincere manner.
Anonymous said: Can you write a zach werenski imagine about anything you want
A/N: so basically i watched the game where zach got injured and then after that i started to watch his highlights and now i’m defs a fan, reagardless i hope you all like this little imagine :) sorry it got pretty long
Word Count: 2,417
It was late into the second period, and time was only ticking by with a single goal lead. The Jackets were playing well but you were biased and your eyes were trained on one number on the ice, the one that matched the number on the jersey that was on your own back. The puck had turned back into the Jackets zone, you watched as Zach went up against Phil Kessel - body in position to block whatever shot was coming for him.
“Josh, please refrain from eating anymore Oreos, you’ll be sick halfway through the show,” you teased the yellow haired boy as he continued to scoff down the cookies backstage. You had to shout to be heard over the screaming crowd outside, which had been chanting both Josh and Tyler’s names for the past twenty minutes.
“Just a couple more,” Josh pestered, jutting his lower lip out and frowning. You laughed at his puppy eyes attempt, before grabbing the blue packet of cookies out of his hand.
“Not far, Y/n,” he joked, before running towards you. You quickly turned your back on him to make it harder for him to grab the treats. Josh collided with you and you felt his arms wrap around you from behind, his fingers inches away from the packet. You screamed as Josh attempted to tickle you, and you quickly turned around to playfully push him away.
But as soon as your eyes met his, you both stopped moving. Josh’s arms were still loosely wrapped around you, and your chest was pressed up against his as you tried to regain your breath. The two of you couldn’t stop staring, and your mind raced with the thought of how long you’d dreamed of a moment like this with him.
“Ahem,” you heard a cough coming from the doorway, and both you and Josh jumped from fright. You spun your head around to see Tyler leaning on the door frame, a smirk evident on his face. You quickly stepped away from Josh, and he coughed awkwardly to break the silence.
“Josh, we’re going on in five,” Tyler said, his eyes staring at you mischievously. You frowned at him, before walking towards the door and pushing past the brown haired boy. Josh remained in the dressing room as Tyler ran after you.
“Well?” Tyler asked when he caught up to you.
“Well what?” you said loudly.
“Well, it’s been three years and that’s the best you can do?” Tyler said. A smile had worked it’s way onto his lips, and you knew that what had just happened at lightened his mood.
“We can’t be sure he likes me, I can’t just go making moves whenever I feel like it,” you replied, and you felt your stomach sink a little. Tyler was quick to notice, and he pulled you into a warm hug.
“I’m pretty sure he likes you, alright,” Tyler whispered, and you felt tears beginning to form. You gently pushed Tyler away and forced a smile onto your face.
“You’re supposed to be going on now,” you said quietly, and Tyler’s eyes widened.
“Oh, yeah, we’ll talk about this more after the show,” Tyler said quickly, before spinning on his heels and racing down the corridor. You wiped your eyes hastily before setting off to find a seat beside the stage somewhere.
The crowd was extra rowdy tonight. The room had been over packed, and the atmosphere was sweaty and hot. But the crowd seemed happy, as each person screamed every lyric that Tyler sang. It began to quiet down when the end of Oh, Ms. Believer faded away, and you bit your lip as Josh took a plastic bottle and drank some water.
“I love that song, it reminds me so much of Josh’s crush on Y/n,” Tyler spoke loudly, and you felt your stomach drop. The crowd burst into applause and your face turned a bright shade of red. Josh’s face copied yours, and he stared at Tyler confused.
Tyler just smiled and started to play the chords to the next song, and without question Josh reluctantly followed. Your heart was pounding, and you were begging for the show to finish so you could shout at Tyler.
As the show finally neared the end you decided to return to the dressing rooms. It was much cooler in the aircon, and much quieter. You needed time to be alone. You sat in a chair in the corner and pondered over the embarrassment of Tyler’s words.
The dressing room door opened and you quickly stood up. Josh’s figure strode into the room, and he stared at you with a look of dismay. You looked into his brown eyes and felt your heart pounding again.
“Josh…” you whispered, having no reason to mutter his name.
But before you could speak another word Josh walked over to you and cupped your face in his hands, attaching his lips to yours. Your eyes were wide with surprise as he kissed you, and you quickly shut them to immerse yourself in the moment. You heart hammered in your chest, and you reluctantly moved your hand to Josh’s chest, where you could feel his heart beating even faster than your own.
“I should have done that a long time ago,” Josh whispered, as he pulled out of the kiss and lent his forehead onto your own. His hand were still warm as they continued to cup your cheeks, and you rested your chin into them. A small smiling was dancing on your lips as you spotted Tyler leaning in the door frame, a large smirk plastered on his face.
Today was finally here. You and your boyfriend, Josh, were on your way to a Fall Out Boy concert. Since Josh was, well, Josh, he was granted backstage passes and the two of you were going to watch the show from there as well. Josh knew how much you liked them which is why he bought the tickets in the first place. He also knew about your little crushes on Pete and Patrick, but you knew you would choose Josh over them any day. But that didn’t stop the jealousy that flickered in him every now and then. Your cat pulled into the back, away from all the commotion up front. The two of you were rushed inside and started walking to the area the band was practicing at. “Josh! Hey!” Pete says, walking over and hugging him. “And you must be the lovely girlfriend we’ve heard a lot about” He says, smiling at you. You were completely starstruck. You just smiled and nodded, suddenly not able to form any of your words. “Is she okay?” Patrick asks, seeming genuinely concerned. You felt your face flush, suddenly realized you were just staring at them and not moving or speaking. “Oh, yeah, no. I’m fine” you say, reassuringly. “She’s a big fan of you guys” Josh says, a bit of salt behind his words. “Josh!” You say, feeling even more embarrassed. “It’s okay, I’d rather you be like this then screaming in my face” Pete jokes, obviously trying to lighten the mood. You all talk for a bit longer, until the time comes for them to go on stage. “Hope you guys enjoy the show!” They tell the both of you, before heading out. You and Josh go and stand on the side stave, and jam out to the music. Mostly you, Josh was seemingly mad. You both don’t say anything for a while, but Josh finally speaks. “So are you trying to make me jealous?” He asks, leaning down to your ear so you could hear him. “No, what? I barely said anything to them anyway” You reply. “But your actions spoke for you” he said. And that was the end of the conversation. The set continues on, and Josh seems to lighten up and start having a better time. As the set nears to a close, you and Josh go back to the area you had started in and sit down to cool off. You sit in an uncomfortable silence until Josh grabs your hand. “Listen, I’m sorry for going off on you, I just know you like them so much” he says, rubbing circles on your hand with his thumb. “Josh, it’s fine.” You reply reassuringly. You had thought it was incredibly hot when he got mad, the dark look in his eyes, his building brings, his clenched jaw, everything. But of course, you’d never admit that. The two of you stood up when they came back to the backstage area and congratulated the boys for their performance. “It was so good. It was great being here and watching you guys. Thanks for having me.” You say, hugging each of them. “Don’t worry about it. We loved having you here. Josh as well, always” Pete says. Josh nods and wraps an arm around your waist. “What are you two doing now?” Patrick asks. Josh opens his mouth, but you’re quick to cut him off. “Nothing. What are you guys doing?” You say, probably a bit too excitedly. “We usually just hang out around here for a bit, you guys are welcome to stay” Patrick says, sitting down on a couch. You nod and look at Josh pleadingly, before he sighs and sits down with all of you. You remember how riled Josh had been, so you decide to take it a step further. You were very openly flirting with them, but not too much to the point they would notice or where it would be crossing a line. But just enough so Josh would know. “Yeah, you guys are probably my favorite band. I’ve loved listening to you ever since you started, honestly” you say, leaning towards the other boys, sure to be showing off cleavage. Pete looked down, and smiled to himself. “That means a lot” he says, cheeks turning a bit red. “Of course” you say, placing a hand on his knee. Almost immediately, Josh stands up and pulls you with him. “Okay, hate to cut this short, but we should probably get back to our hotel” he says. You rush your goodbyes to the men, before fallowing closely behind Josh, with his tight grip on you. Once you’re outside the area and there’s no one around, Josh pushes you against the wall and blocks you in with his arms. He pushes his hips into yours and looks deep into your eyes. “I bet you thought you were being so fucking cute in there.” He says, searching for a reaction. “Josh. It’s not a big deal. It was just friendly” You say. Josh chuckles darkly. “Just friendly, huh?” He says. He moves his hips away from yours slightly, but is quick to slide his hand down the front of your pants, fingers finding their way to your wetness almost immediately. You gasp at the sudden movements and grab Josh’s shoulders. “Josh, someone could come out any minute, just-” you start, but he cuts you off. “Then who got you this wet?” He asks, fingers sliding between your folds. You hit the wall with your head before sucking in a shaky breath. “It’s you..” you say. He looks deep in your eyes once more, before pulling his hands out, sliding them in his mouth. Without saying a word, he walks off, heading to the car. You stand there for a moment, not sure what just happened, but quickly run after him, getting in the car after he does. You two weren’t alone in the car, so it was silent the entire way back. Once they drop you off, the two of you get out, heading to your room without a word shared. Josh opens the door and shuts it, quick to pick you up, wrapping your legs around him, and attaching his lips to yours. He carries you over to the bed, the kiss passionate as ever. He lays lays you down gently on the bed, but stands back up straight. He stares at you for a moment, before speaking. “Strip” he says. You stare at him for a moment, before beginning to take off everything. Once you’re completely naked, he takes off his belt, tying it to your hands then the bed. He takes off his own shirt and pants, before crawling onto the bed, stoping at your hips, and places one if your legs over his shoulder. He latches his mouth onto your clit sucking and licking fast. You let out a string of moans, followed by your hips bucking to him. “Add your fingers.” You say softly. After a moment of him continuing on without doing as you asked. “Josh, I said-” “I fucking heard you. But you’re not in control” he said, continuing what he was doing once again. He eventually stops what he was doing all together, moving up to where your head was, and kissing you, letting you taste yourself. Josh sits up on his knees, taking off his underwear and positioning himself between your legs, resting them on his thighs. He rubs himself along your folds, before immediately diving into the hilt, causing you to groan and arch your back. “Say my name” He says, picking up his pace. “Josh, fuck” you say between groans. “That’s right. Who’s making you feel this good?” He says, grabbing onto your hips to push you further down onto him. “You are Josh. Only you.” You say. Josh reaches up and undoes the belt, letting your hands free. You go to touch him, but he’s quick in flipping you onto your hands and knees. He brings a hand down hard on your butt, earning a gasp from you. “For flirting with Patrick” Smack. “Pete” Smack. “And especially doing it in front of me” he says, giving you one final hit, before slipping himself back inside you. Your hands gripped at the sheets, as he was going harder and faster, as if he had something to prove. He grabs your thighs and pulls you with each thrust to match his, hitting you in a new area. You moan loudly with each thrust, the soft groans coming from Josh turning you on more. Josh reaches a hand around to your clit, rubbing hard and fast to help get you off. “Josh!” You scream out as your orgasm is in full throttle, shaking your whole body. He finishes soon after you, helping to ride both out. He slides himself out, before resting on his back and breathing heavily. You lay next to him, and he wraps an arm around you, as you listen to the silence. “That was amazing” you say. “Really? I didn’t go too hard?” He asks. “No, I love when you go hard like that. ” You say. You know both of you were smiling intensely.
Requested by @thornnb! Thanks for the fun idea and being patient with me and my slow getting things done life style.
Your first day with Harry was very simple. He didn’t plan anything extravagant, against the rules maybe, but not over the top. The two of you snuck out to the quidditch pitch and flew around, which was perfect in your opinion. You had so much fun flying around and laughing together. Harry almost fell off his broom at one point because you looked so beautiful flying past the bright moon. The thought of the night brought a smile to your face, even during the detention you got for being out of bed past hours.
You and Ron shared a love of food. So for your first date he decided to make you a homemade dinner at the burrow over winter holiday. His dad even picked up some muggle cooking appliances for him to try, including a pressure cooker. When you arrived Ron, who was quite pleased with himself, brought you into the kitchen to see his work. As the two of you approached the kitchen, the pressure cooker exploded sending food everywhere. You jumped into his arms and laughed. You ended up getting pizza. The two of you still laugh about it.
Fred wanted to do something you wanted to do. Thinking about how you loved dancing he brought you to a swing event in a nearby village. You were obviously good, but Fred picked it up so quick you would have thought he’d been dancing for years. You were both so nervous for the date, wanting it to go well. He convinced you to jump into a dance circle, but the nerves of the first date wee getting to both of you and when Fred swung you out you fell flat on you back. To make you feel better Fred immediately pretended to fall over too. Everyone loved the two of you. You went back together every week. It was a perfect date.
George reserved a table for the two of you at the nicest place he knew. He wore a suit, which you didn’t knew he even owned, and your wore a nice dress. It all felt a little forced and you knew he felt the same way. So when your chicken masala and pasta arrived you did the first thing that came to mind to lighten the mood. You made a mustache with your pasta. George started cracking up and everything felt so much better. He joined you, playing with his food too. The waitress was clearly judging you, but neither of you cared.
Your first date with Neville was as humble as the boy himself. It was just the two of you wandering around the castle and talking. You talked about everything, you childhoods, likes, dislikes, embarrassing stories, and secrets. As the two of you wandered up some stairs, Neville grabbed your had and you blushed. You reached the top of the tower and the view of the grounds was beautiful. When you got chilly, Neville gave you his jacket. You are still going strong and you still have his jacket.
Cedric set up a picnic for the two of you on the shores of the black lake. It was complete with red candles and all your favorite foods and desserts. Apparently the house elves really wanted the night to go well for Hufflepuff’s golden boy. And it did. Cedric was sweet and charming and the evening was perfect. Then after dinner the two of you stripped down and went for a swim and splashed around together. The moon light shown off the water was absolutely beautiful, but neither of you noticed as you were so wrapped up in each other.
Your first date with Cedric was pretty short. The two of you grabbed some food from the great hall and then decided to walk down to the black lake. You talked and teased one another, it felt so natural. No awkward first date feeling. You made an admittedly terrible sand castle, but it was still fun because you did it without magic. You joked that hopefully your relationship didn’t end up as big of a mess as your sand castle.he grabbed your hand and told you that it was a beautiful castle because you made it together.
You and Draco snuck out after hours and met in the Hogwarts gardens. Draco brought an emerald green blanket and the two of you laid on it and looked at the stars. It was the clearest you have ever seen the sky in your life. Draco showed you the star he was named after, smiling cheekily at you as he claimed the star was actually named after him not the other way around. He looked at you like you were the beautiful one but looking at him, cheeky grin fag in his mouth, you knew it was him. So you took the cig out of his mouth and kissed him.
Your knee was bouncing like crazy on the couch of your living room. Your nerves were eating at you like angry gnomes in the pit of your stomach.
“I’m sorry-” Stiles tried.
“No don’t” You shook your head, looking behind you to the kitchen where your mother currently was. She’d invited him inside, and Stiles didn’t have the time to say no before your mom ushered both of you into the house.
“y/n I know you didn’t want me to be here and if you don’t want me here then I don’t want to be here if I’m not wanted” You wanted to protest, but you just shook your head, and avoided his gaze.
After everything you’d literally gone through earlier that day, you thought that this wouldn’t happen. But here you were.
Then your mom came back out, smiling as she sat in a chair across from you. “So” She said cheerfully. “How long have you been together?”
“We’re just friends” You said, voice dangerously close to a mutter.
“Okay, well then how long have you been hanging out?” She asked.
“I don’t know” You lied with a shrug. Even though you knew it was a month and a day.
“Alright… are you going to let Stiles here talk?” Your mom asked, and you looked to your lap.
“Miss y/l/n, it was really nice meeting you, and I’d like to talk again, but my Dad’s been expecting me home for dinner, so I think I should head out” Stiles said while standing. You secretly sighed with relief.
“y/n can walk you to the door, we hope to see you again Stiles” Your mom said, and you just nodded, walking behind Stiles while your mother went back to the kitchen.
“y/n I’m sorry- I don’t want you to be mad at me” He said, a hand on your arm as you stood in the doorway.
“I’m not-” You glanced to the other room, seeing your Mom was in the kitchen, then whispered. “I’m not mad at you Stiles, okay? I’m just glad Jerry wasn’t around”
“So I can come by more?” Stiles asked hopefully, smiling a little bit. You bit your lip.
“I-I don’t know Stiles” You said with a head shake. “Can we talk about this another time?” Stiles got the hint that you were done with the conversation, which happened quickly with this topic. “Just.. just give me a few days and I promise we can talk about it again, okay?” He nodded.
“Can I hug you?” You giggled a little, and nodded your head. Stiles leaned forward, tugging on your arm and pulling you against his chest. Both of his long arms wrapped around your back. Your nose was pressed into the crook of his neck, arms laying on the front of his chest. Stiles set his chin on your head, and after a few seconds, you realized you were swaying back and forth. You let your eyes slip shut, just enjoying this that you have right here.
“Stiles” He hummed in response. “Thanks” And that was that. You pulled away, hands holding each other’s fore arms. Everything that you’d needed to tell him, came in that one word. He opened his mouth to speak again, but you heard the garage door in the back opening. Meaning Jerry was home.
“You have to go” You rushed, and he stuttered string of syllables you didn’t quite catch. “Now, please” You begged, opening the door, and you pushed him towards it.
“Please just please go I’ll call you and we can talk about whatever you want I’ll answer any questions just right now you have to go” He paused, sucking in his lips and nodding.
“Okay” He said, walking out the door. You were about to close it when he turned abruptly, taking your hand. Your eyes shot up to his, and for the five seconds you stared at him, you realized no one had eyes as beautiful as his. His hand squeezed yours, and then he let go. “We’ll talk later” He said, walking off to the Jeep. He got in quickly, and waved a little before driving off.
You stood at the door for a few extra moments, leaning on the frame and staring as his Jeep became a smaller and smaller dot. You breathed out heavily.
Why’d you miss him?
You had quickly ran up the steps, entering the room, and closing your door silently. You collapsed back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, fingers fumbling over your stomach. You fell asleep curled up on the mattress.
You woke up two hours later to an obnoxious vibration and the sound of ducks. Your eyes flickered open slowly, and you yawned as you grabbed your ringing phone. You glanced at the screen, but pretty much knew only one person would call you anyways.
“’ello?” You mumbled sleepily into the speaker.
“Hey sunshine, did I wake you up?” You shook your head, then realized her couldn’t see you, so you made an ‘nuh uh’ sound into the phone.
“What time is it?” You asked quietly.
“About eight thirty, why gotta be somewhere?”
“No, no just wondering” You said, and rolled over to be laying on your side, curled up slightly under the covers, your phone laying on your cheek.
“So… care to explain earlier?” You licked your lips.
“Yeah okay” You said softly. Stiles was patiently quiet, waiting for you to speak again. “Um, Jerry came home” You said plainly.
“Yeah, and what is it that’s so wrong with him?” He asked with a slight chuckle.
“He just uh… he gets drunk and asks dumb questions” You said. “I didn’t want to embarrass you”
“Please, I don’t know if there’s anything that could possibly embarrass me, I handled your mom right?”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right” You lied. If Jerry met Stiles, you didn’t know who he’d beat the crap out of first, you, or him.
“So… I can still pick you up for school tomorrow?” He asked.
“Yeah, yeah okay” You shrugged. “Just text me when you’re here, and I’ll just come outside to meet you” You told him.
“Alright, I can do that” Stiles said. “I’ll swing through Dunkin Donuts or Starbucks on the way, what’s your favorite doughnut?” He asked.
“Oh, I don’t know I probably like any kind”
“Probably? Doughnuts aren’t like any other food, they’re a gift from the Gods”
“I’m an atheist Stiles” You chuckled, and he laughed with you. You suddenly wished that you were there with him, hearing his laugh in person. It always seemed to warm you up, lighten the mood. But here, you just felt cold, and lonely.
“Alright, well should I be hanging up on you and letting you sleep?”
“Eh, we all know I’ll be up all night anyways” You said.
“So we can play games?” Stiles asked, a hopefulness in his voice, which made you smile.
“Yeah okay, what games?”
“Chutes and Ladders?” You rolled your eyes.
“Stiles” You scolded playfully. “What games can you even play over the phone?” You asked, rubbing the corner of your eye.
“Truth or Dare?” He offered. You thought for a moment.
“I think that’d just be truth or truth” You said. “But sure, if that won’t bore you”
“Yeah, sounds cool” He said. “So, miss y/n, truth or truth?”
“Hmm” You pretended to contemplate. “Truth” You answered with a giggle.
“My turn” You said. “Best memory?”
“Scott peeing on my sand castle in the first grade” You giggled. “If you could have any pet in the world, what would you want it to be?”
“A turtle” You said. “Not little, but big enough that I can carry them in both hands” You said. “I’d name him Jelly” Stiles laughed.
“How creative of you” He said. “Can I have a turtle too?”
“If I name it” You replied cheekily.
“Okay and what would you name it?” You thought for a moment about it.
“Alexander the Fourth” You replied after a few seconds of silence. Again, Stiles laugh erupted from the speaker. Your heart fluttered for an unknown reason.
You went on playing the game for another hour, your voice growing quieter as the night grew closer. Your mother and Jerry had come upstairs and retreated to their room just down the hall. You didn’t want to get into trouble for being on your phone, so you continued conversations in a whisper.
“Okay, goodnight y/n”
“Hm?” You jolted, not remembering the past few minutes.
“You fell asleep, I’m going to bed now”
“How long was I out?” You asked, checking your phone.
“I dunno.. ten minutes tops” Stiles said through a yawn. You held back your own.
“Okay” You said softly.
“Alright, well.. goodnight”
“Stiles wait-” But he’d already ended the call. You pulled your phone from your ear, looking at the screen as it faded for a moment, before showing you your home menu. “Goodnight” You sighed.
Maybe you’d talk to him later.
i’m so sorry i haven’t posted in a few days and i like to post at LEAST once a day… maybe i’ll write a quick little imagine to make up for that. also. WHERES MY STYDIA FANS BC THAT KISS(ES)!? DAMN! YES! words cannot describe how happy i feel. my skin is clear i’m smiling at strangers and i’m flirting with cute peeps. *high fives self* for once i’m thanking jeff davis. have a good night everyone xoxo ~ jordie
Summary: The reader has had the worst week, and it’s only Wednesday. She calls Sebastian over and talks to him.
Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader
Warnings: Reader has a shitty boss and a shitty co-worker
Word Count: 1000ish
A/N: This was requested by @firstgal34, 18 and 21 with Sebastian Stan. I hope you like this, sweetheart 💕
It has been the worst day of your entire life, it felt like someone had put a curse on you. First of all, the elevator in your building was out of order, making you take off your heels to save time and run down the flight of stairs. Second of all, your boss is truly the devil. He asked for a report and you stayed up late the night before to finish and when you went to hand it in, he simply said that you were too late and handed shoved the report back at you. You just stood there in shock, how early did he want it? The office opened thirty minutes ago, at this point you were twitching, you felt as if was coming steam out of your ears. It felt as at any moment you were gonna start ripping your report in front of his stupid, smug face. Instead, you quietly left his office, holding back the tears that were threatening to come out. While walking through the office, one of your stupid co-workers spilled coffee all over you, not even bothering to apologize. Finally, the time came for you to go home, and maybe that was the only good thing that happened today.
Arriving at your apartment, you threw your heels by the door and dragged yourself to the kitchen, looking for something to suffice your headache. You knew you had to change but you were too worn out to do so. As you were rummaging through your cabinets, you found some cookies that Sebastian had brought last time, mentioning that you never have the good kind. Smiling at the memory; you knew what, who could make you feel better. You reached for your phone and dialled Seb’s phone number, waiting impatiently while picking at the cookies.
“Hello Y/N” Sebastian’s sweet voice instantly making you feel better.
“Hey,” your voice coming out chalky, clearing your voice you continued, “Are you busy?”
“No, not all. I was just looking over some scripts, the usual. What’s up?”
“Guess what I found?”
“Mmmm, my cookies!” He answered excitedly and correctly, “You better not eat them.”
“I won’t, don’t worry.” You responded with a chuckle while shaking your head.
“What’s wrong? Don’t say nothing because I know you and I know that you would say something sassy just to be funny, so what’s wrong.” Sebastian confronted, knowing that something is truly hurting you.
“I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with..” You said with a sigh hoping he would be able to come. It made you sound selfish, needy but you didn’t care, not now.
“I’m on my way sweetheart, just stay there. And don’t worry I’ll get the drink and more of my yummy cookies,” Sebastian said without any hesitation, grabbing his coat and car keys. You both said your goodbyes and you told him to prepare himself to use the stairs. You headed into your room to change out of your work clothes and into a pair of sweats and a over sized sweater that belonged to Seb.
23. I’m so sorry. I can’t even tell you how sorry I am.
43. Hey, you’re safe now. It’s over.
(These were all requests and i put them in the same one i hope you all don’t mind :) )
“I am not jumping in Shawn and that’s final.” you and Shawn went to the pool for a relaxing evening and Shawn insisted that you jump in with him
“Why not?” he whined
“Because I can’t swim.” you never told Shawn you couldn’t swim because the topic was never brought up
“I’ll teach you.” he piped up
“Shawn let me say this real quickly: i jump in, I die.”
“What an interesting conclusion.” he laughed
“I can’t swim Shawn and I won’t go in!”
“Well hop in and we don’t have to go far in the deep we’ll just stay here.” he said and you getting annoyed walked in but held onto his arm for dear life, after a few minutes you let go of his arms and you to began splashing around in the water
“I’ll go get us something to drink.” he said and you nodded, the next thing you know after the minute he left you slipped and fell in and everything happened in slow motion but at the same time everything happened so fast
The next thing you know a pair of strong muscular arms were wrapped around you and got you out of the water and you started coughing like crazy
“Baby, just breathe.” Shawn said rubbing your back you felt tears form in your eyes and Shawn must’ve seen them too
“Hey, you’re safe now. It’s over. “ he cooed wrapping a towel around you
“I guess you really can’t swim.” he said trying to lighten the mood
“Yeah no shit Sherlock.” you snapped
“I’m so sorry. I can’t even tell you how sorry I am. I shouldn’t have left you alone.” he apologized and engulfed you in a hug
Request: HIIII, can i request a Sam
Wilson fic where the reader almost dies on a mission and he comforts her?
You didn’t remember it being this cold when the mission
started; it was such a striking change in temperature that it woke you from
unconsciousness in violent shakes throughout your body that made your teeth
chatter. You had been knocked out when
the building crumbled around you, but you had no idea for how long you had been
down, and when you opened your eyes to see where you had landed, everything
around you was black and silent.
The next morning was just as bad as
drunk you had prophesied, though that hadn’t been a far-fetched guess
considering how you made a complete fool out of yourself just hours earlier.
You stayed in bed with your eyes closed after waking up to the sobering
realization that you had completely fucked up, and that blaming it all on the whiskey
would not do you any good. Shit! Drinking and technology never mixed well. Like
vodka and beer.
In your own
defence, you’d been left unsupervised, drunk, and with a working WiFi
connection. That alone spelled doom. Damn
it, you weren’t fooling anyone,
and least of all yourself. You should know yourself well enough to disconnect
everything when you’d been drinking or were planning on drinking. You weren’t
some greenhorn when it came to drunken mistakes and sober regrets, you’d had
enough of them throughout the years to basically be a black belt in the sacred
art of making a fucking fool out of yourself.
was like the hunter-edition of Jackass. If you knew not to do something, drunk
you would do it three times over and scrapbook that shit, adding little
inspirational quotes and photographic evidence of every step of the damned
train wreck for sober (Y/N) to relive the memories of the disaster on a weekly…
Nay, daily basis. No, there was no defending what you’d done… Drunk you
was a sadistic bitch, which was something you should have learned years ago.
were fucked. The only thing you could possibly do was to never go online again.
Ever. Not even for YouTube or Netflix. Just like how you stopped going to your
favourite hole in the wall bar after an evening of tequila shots, 80s karaoke,
and regrets. Swallowing you tried to rid yourself of your cotton mouth as your
mind flashed back to your words the night before and your subsequent cowardly
actions. Your mouth tasted like beer, whiskey and idiotic, drunken, mistakes.
Shit, that was it… Your time spent with J.T online, not-so-innocently flirting
was over for good.
the somewhat good thing about the internet… It made running away with your tail
between your legs really easy. Even if your future evenings without talking to
J.T would be miserable.
Your voice was coarse and low in the darkened bedroom. You hadn’t even meant to swear out loud, but hell, yesterday deserved a few good profanities. Your
head was pounding and you knew the moment you sat up everything would get so
much worse. Getting out of bed wouldn’t just mean dealing with the hangover,
but it would also mean facing the world and pretending to the two men in the
bunker that you hadn’t made the biggest fool possible of yourself the night
before. Because, of course they couldn’t know.. They weren’t even supposed to
know you used the webpage. Yeah, you were truly and thoroughly screwed. No hair
of the dog or one of Sammy’s disgusting, yet miraculous, hangover smoothies
would cure that.
Lunchtime Drabble: See Me (6/?) Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Fem!Reader, Kirk x Fem!Reader Word Count: 884 Series Warnings: Some swearing, mention of death, a few injuries. Series Masterlist so you can catch up!
Your date with Jim had been wonderful. He had set up a picnic and even had played music on his PADD so that you could dance with him. You talked and laughed and danced until late. He brought you back to your room in the Medbay and said goodnight by lightly brushing a kiss against your knuckles. He had been the perfect gentleman. You should have been on cloud nine but your pity party had come back and you were missing your friends from the Farragut.
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Apparently, I don’t know what the fudge a hiatus is haha. I’m serious this time though. Nothing else until the new year.
I just thought that I should give a gift to all of my followers who’ve been so awesome and supportive. I know that some of you have already watched the Christmas special. Some liked it and some found it a little disappointing. But that’s what the fandom is here for, right? We make our own content! (I’m still waiting for some mistletoe fan art.)
Ideally, I would have drawn a comic but I didn’t want to spend the time, especially since I’m supposed to be taking a break. So I just wrote a little something instead. It’s not the greatest but eh… beats drawing a whole comic xD