time Nishinoya asked him out, Asahi’s insecurity made him question why somebody so optimistic would want somebody like him. Nishinoya decided to take this opportunity
to help Asahi understand his reasons before he made his second attempt.
finding new notes long after they started dating and kept every single one as a
We are all sinners and are gonna go to hell but you know as long as we have fanfics there I’m okay.
Title: Dancing. Pairing: Implied! - Prince Adam x Female!Reader. Words: 3,361. Rating: T. Summary: Haven’t you ever wondered what would happen if you called out a Prince who constantly acted like the world revolved around him?
You had quite a difficult time processing how you had gotten to the moment of standing only a few feet behind Prince Adam, with a silver trimmed and tall stout glass of champagne sitting in your right hand. The ring on your middle finger clicked against the glass shivering out a rather satisfying sound, one of wealth that demanded the most absurd amount of respect. Strangely enough, he hadn’t found any interest in you until this evening despite being invited (more like severely persuaded you come) to many of his parties. They were all the same. The same type of physically appealing people, the same stuffed up atmosphere, the same petty chat from person to person, the same typical dances, and the same type of carefully picked attire.
The Prince, with his naturally strawberry blond hair covered by a long haired wig that twisted into rather exquisite curls near the end, only seemed enthused by the aesthetic of the situation. He himself seemed to be the only thing that changed from event to event. The shades and colors of his face would change, varying in vibrancy depending on the clothing he donned that evening.
This evening—you thought to yourself and scaled your eyes upon the Prince, a few feet in front of you. And yes, this evening he was wearing velvet as usual; A dark purple, or so it appeared in the light of the room. It sparkled if he he caught the candlelight just right and for a split second, Prince Adam looked approachable, as if you wanted to sink into his arms because he closely resembled the shine of the stars. The embroidery on his waistcoat was nothing less than perfection and played along with the fabric as if they were swirled in a dance together. Purple and silver detailing hung closely to the trim of his coat and expanded into flourishes of metallic silver flowers spilling onto the breast of the jacket. Speckles of jewels hit sporadically around the jacket, and down the right and left side clung silver buttons that served no purpose other than appeal. And oddly enough, his jacket looked like the softest material imaginable if you dared to reach out for him.
request: i seriously had so many requests asking for jeff x reader’s first time, so here you go, loves.
**note: this imagine obviously contains smut.
your p.o.v ━
you were currently walking over to your boyfriends house, bobbing your head to one of lana del rey’s songs. your boyfriend, jeff atkins, rang you up late afternoon, asking if you wanted to come over and study since his parents would be visiting some old friends that night.
you happily agreed, excited to finally see your boyfriend since this week in school had you both extremely busy.
you finally made it to his house, knocking three times on the hard door and waiting for someone to answer.
“hello, y/n. it’s so great to see you again, come in,” jeff’s mother said, stepping aside with a smile. “thanks mrs. atkins, it’s nice to see you as well,” you smiled warmly back.
“jeff, honey! y/n is here,” mrs. atkins yelled, shutting the door and nodding her head at you to follow her. you both made it into the living room, both of you hearing jeff’s heavy footsteps thumping their way downstairs rather quickly.
mrs. atkins turned towards you, a small smile on her face. “would you like something to drink or some snacks for studying?” she asked.
“um, a water would be great,” you said politely.
she nodded, making her way into the kitchen. you notice jeff stop at the last step, looking at you with bright eyes. “hi love,” he said, walking over to you, then leaning down and pecking your lips gently. “i missed you,” you whispered, your lips forming a small pout. he chuckled, leaning down and kissing your nose which made your nose scrunch up.
“i missed you more,” he said deeply, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you close.
“here you go- oh.”
you pulled away from jeff instantly, making him release a huff. “mom,” he groaned, rolling his eyes.
you turned your head around to see a blushing mrs. atkins, holding a bowl of chips and two water bottles tucked underneath her arm.
“sorry, i just.. here,” she said, a knowing smile on her lips as she handed you the bowl and jeff the two water bottles. she eyed the both of you curiously, earning another groan from jeff.
“your father and i should be leaving in five minutes,” mrs. atkins said, making her way over towards jeff and giving him thirty dollars in cash. “this is for dinner. will y/n be spending the night?” she asked with twinkling eyes.
“thanks mom, and i guess if you want to?” jeff asked, looking towards you with raised eyebrows.
“oh, um, i didn’t really bring a sleeping bag,” you mumbled, a blush covering your cheeks. “it’s alright, you can borrow some of my clothes,” jeff winked, causing his mother to clear her throat.
“it’s okay, i can just ask my mom to come pick me up later-”
“nonsense, you can stay if you would like y/n,” his mother said kindly. you nodded, “thank you… mrs. atkins.”
she nodded, “now get to studying you two,” she said sternly, a small snort escaping her as she walked away.
jeff huffed, annoyance written all over his face. “your mom is great,” you told him, making your way past him and walking up the stairs.
“yeah, but she can be a little over the top,” jeff sighed, walking behind you. you both made it inside of his room, you instantly walking over straight to his bed and sitting down, popping a chip in your mouth.
you saw jeff close and lock the door, making you raise a eyebrow.
he looked over at you with a cheeky smile, “what?”
you shook your head, “shouldn’t you leave that open?”
he frowned, “why? my parents won’t be home anyways,” he said, making his way over to his bed and sitting down next to you. you noticed his history textbook thrown across his bed along with his notebook.
“i’m glad you’re spending the night,” jeff suddenly said, making your eyes snap up to look at him.
you never spent the night over jeff’s house, nor did he ever sleep over at yours, even though you both had been dating for almost six months. it was strange, but your parents would never allow a boy to sleep with you in your room and you were always shy to sleep over at jeff’s house.
“i’ll have to call my mom up and tell her i’m staying with a friend,” you said, putting the bowl aside and grabbing jeff’s history textbook. “alright,” jeff said, scooting back and watching you with curious eyes.
“so, what section should we start with?” you asked, kicking your shoes off.
it was about a hour later, and you were reading a small section from the history book to jeff so he could copy down notes.
though, jeff had other plans.
jeff’s head was currently leaning on your shoulder, and little snores were escaping him making you roll your eyes.
you knew he was playing, but it made you grumpy. “jeff,” you sighed, pushing his shoulder slightly and hearing him moan deeply.
your eyes widen, your face heating up as you pushed him again, making him whine your name.
“what?” he asked sleepily, lifting his head up and looking at you.
you looked up at him, and cursed him silently as he was still freaking taller than you even while sitting down.
“you fell asleep,” you said blankly. jeff smiled lazily, “i know, it was a power nap y/n.”
you snorted, shoving the book into jeff’s lap and making him release a pained groan. “what was that for?” he breathed.
“for not paying attention,” you spat, getting up and walking over to your boyfriends desk. you looked down, seeing all of the love notes and poems you had gave him stacked into a neat pile.
you smiled instantly, picking one up and reading it. you put the paper against your nose, smelling deeply. you could smell the faint scent of your perfume on the paper, making your eyes flutter close for a moment.
“it’s one of my favorites that you wrote me, that’s why it’s on the top,” jeff suddenly whispered from behind you, making you jump.
you turned around to face him, seeing his hair slightly messy and his eyes heavy. you admired him, your eyes focused directly on his.
“what are you staring at?” jeff asked you, his head tilted slightly in question. you shook your head, “nothing, i was just… admiring you,” you trailed off, walking back over to his bed.
you flopped down on the bed, laying sprawled out across it. you felt the bed shift slightly, seeing jeff crawl his way on top of you making you roll your eyes. “what are you doing?” you asked him, feeling him lay completely on top of you.
you were squished underneath his weight, though he used his arms to push himself up so he wasn’t crushing you completely.
suddenly, he leaned down and started slowly kissing your lips, earning a small surprised gasp come from you. you kissed him back though, opening your mouth as you felt his tongue trying to pry its way inside your sweet mouth.
your tongues fought each other, each exploring each other’s mouth, as jeff’s hands started to roam at your sides.
jeff moved his lips, trailing them to your jawline and down to your neck, before sucking rather harshly on your sweet spot. you released a content sigh, tipping your head back and letting him do as he pleased.
your neck was already marked up prior to him sucking on your neck, being as jeff was the type of person to mark his lover, meaning you.
he liked leaving marks on you, passion marks of course, but he liked seeing them later on and knowing that he was the one to have made them. you didn’t mind, you loved looking in the mirror later on and seeing the deep marks your boyfriend made while in a heated moment of passion.
though, you and jeff never did anything besides heavy makeout sessions, being as you were still a virgin and very shy when you both brought up the topic about sex. jeff didn’t mind though, he knew you would only go to that stage if you were ready, and even then you were sure he would still be nervous about taking something from you that held such value.
you knew jeff was a total gentleman, and you knew he would wait as long as you needed, which made you fall in love with him even more.
“jeff,” you moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him closer against you. he looked back up, asking if this was okay and you nodded, before kissing his swollen lips again roughly. he kissed you back hungrily, nibbling on your lower lip.
while his hands pushed himself up, making him break the kiss as he sat back on his knees, breathing deeply. you eyed him, your chest heaving up and down. “what’s wrong?” you asked, a small pout forming on your lips as you sat up along with your boyfriend.
he shook his head, biting his lower lip and closing his eyes tightly. “jeff, baby, what’s wrong? what happened?”
“it’s nothing, love,” he assured you softly, looking at you as he positioned himself to lay back down. “why’d you stop then?”
he chuckled nervously, as your eyes were focused only on his face with a small glare coming from you.
“well… i um,” he trailed off, looking up at the ceiling. “what?” you pressed on, wanting to know if it was something you had done.
“i was getting hard,” jeff said blankly, looking you dead in the eyes.
you blinked, then blinked again, before you opened and then closed your mouth.
it was normal, you thought, trying to process his words. you got horny sometimes too, but you never really noticed jeff get hard from your makeout sessions before. maybe he was just good at hiding it from you whenever the both of you would makeout, though it never seemed to affect him before.
“jeff, it’s alright, really,” you said, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his.
he raised a eyebrow at you, “y/n, i’m happy you think so, but i don’t want to make you uncomfortable or make you feel like you have to do something that you don’t-”
you shushed him by quickly getting on top of him and straddling his waist, then leaned down to press your lips against his again.
you didn’t know what made you do it, but you were sure in that moment that you wanted jeff atkins to be your first and only.
“i want you,” you whispered against his lips, feeling him freeze again, making you giggle. you leaned back, still in his lap, but quickly tugged your shirt off, leaving you only in a lavender lacy bra and a pair of sweatpants.
jeff groaned, seeing you fling your shirt over to the other side of the room, before you bent down and proceeded with kissing him again.
you felt jeff gently grip your shoulders, squeezing them and then rubbing his fingertips in little circles against your shoulder blades. after a moment, you pulled back, looking down at him with big, y/e/c eyes.
“don’t you want me?” you asked, your lower lip forming a pout, making jeff shut his eyes tightly and release a frustrated sigh.
“fuck, y/n, you can’t just ask me things like that. don’t you know what you do to me?” jeff asked you, his eyes snapping open and his face was pure desperation.
you shook your head, tilting your head to the side innocently. you honestly didn’t know what you were doing, all you knew was that you wanted jeff, and that’s it.
you were a year younger than jeff, and even though most teenagers knew about sex including your boyfriend, you really knew nothing besides the basics.
jeff suddenly sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist as to hold you close against him while sitting up. “i need you to be sure y/n,” jeff said quietly, his forehead leaning against yours.
your arms were wrapping their way around him, holding him closely. “i’m sure, jeff.”
jeff smiled brightly, then smashed his lips into yours and trying his best to unclasp your bra.
he struggled, his fingers fumbling with the clips as he mumbled curses under his breath as he felt your lips attack his neck.
you found his sweet spot after a moment, biting and sucking on it, making your boyfriend groan deeply. “fuck, fuck, y/n,” jeff said, feeling as you started to lightly grind down against his member.
you pulled away quickly, not knowing if what you did was good or bad. “what is it?” you asked him, noticing his breathing was quickened. “it’s nothing, just.. don’t you wanna go slower? at least let me be the one taking care of you this time.”
you blushed, nodding your head once and rising up off of jeff’s lap, before you sat beside him and looked at him to see him pulling off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. you bit your lip, looking at his gorgeous torso.
“see something you like?” jeff smirked, looking down at you. you rolled your eyes, sticking your tongue out at him rather childishly which made him laugh.
jeff faced you again, then reached out with his hand to cup your cheek, bringing his lips to yours. as you two kissed for what felt like forever, it felt as if something shifted.
the way jeff was kissing you now was slow, and almost teasingly? you enjoyed it, but you also needed air. you pulled away after a minute, gasping down air, your eyes still shut as you felt jeff’s forehead against yours, both of you were breathing each other in.
“i love you,” jeff said, caressing your cheek softly, pecking your lips again. he started leaving wet kisses down your chin, making his way to your neck, and down to the center of your chest. then, he suddenly pushed you down gently on the bed so you were laying on your back, he crawled back on top of you and looked down at you with heavy, lustful eyes.
“i love you,” you gasped, feeling jeff’s fingertips lightly trace your hip bones, making your back arch slightly. he moved his hands to the top of your sweats, looking down at you for confirmation. you nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips.
jeff swiftly pulled your sweats down, leaving your lavender laced panties on. he spread your legs apart, hearing you breathe in quickly. “are you alright, love?”
you bit your lip, nodding your head because you didn’t trust your voice right now.
jeff’s eyes wandered over your face for a moment, before his eyes started trailing down your covered breasts, and seeing the few cute beauty marks covering your stomach, he smiled.
lastly, his eyes stopped at your most vulnerable place. your eyes were focused on jeff’s face, looking at his reactions.
you saw his lips tug up into a tiny smirk, noticing a little wet patch on your panties. you swallowed, seeing his hands gently making their way up and down your thighs, squeezing them slightly in his large hands.
you squeezed your hands into fists, your stomach in knots as you waited for jeff to make his first move.
“j-jeff?” you squeaked, looking at him with wide eyes. his eyes snapped towards your face instantly, raising a eyebrow.
you bit your lip, you heart felt like it was going to pop out of your chest any minute if he didn’t do something soon.
jeff suddenly got into position, making himself comfortable as he moved to lay between your legs. his face hovered right above your pussy, his eyes still only focused on your face and noticing your chest was heaving.
it was amazing, he barely did anything, yet he had you like this already.
he moved one hand up and ran it along your heat, feeling your juices soaking your panties already. he moved your panties to the side, getting a full view of your needy pussy.
you choked on air, feelings jeff’s fingers start to rub your clit slowly, almost teasingly. “oh!” you gasped, your body already pressing down against his fingers which made him chuckle and look back up at you.
your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, your eyes fluttering close as your back arched. suddenly, you felt jeff’s warm mouth make contact with your clit, sucking on it harshly. you moaned loudly, feeling jeff hold your legs down as you started squirming.
he continued sucking, then he licked all the way from your wet little hole until he reached your clit again, making you release a strangled cry.
you have never felt like this before, sure your masturbated a few times before, but nothing to this extreme.
jeff moaned against you, and suddenly you felt pressure, as jeff was pressing one finger against your hole. “oh god, oh god,” you whimpered, feeling him push his finger inside you and then slowly pulled it back out.
he started pumping his finger in and out for a minute, getting familiar with your tight heat. you didn’t know what do, as your head tilted back and your mouth was parted slightly, gasping for breath as your stomach continuously tightened.
jeff added a second finger, a groan escaping him as he pulled away from your clit, making you frown from lost. “jeff?” you questioned, your voice squeaky and breathless. “christ, y/n. how are you so tight?”
jeff continued pumping his two fingers in you, trying his best to add a third, then went back to giving attention to your pulsing clit.
“oh, fuck!” you screamed, feeling his tongue flick against you with speed. you were going to cum if he kept doing this, and he knew it. you tried your best to grind down against his mouth, letting out a small cry as he pulled his fingers out of you quickly and gripped your thighs, keeping them in place.
your eyes found his, his eyes were fully dilated, blown from lust, as were yours. your head fell back again, feeling like you were going to cum any minute. your hand made its ways towards his head, and you pushed down forcefully.
you were gripping his hair so tightly, you didn’t even notice the moans coming from jeff as you were a moaning mess yourself. “ooh, jeff, i’m g-gonna-”
that’s when you felt it, your boyfriend shoved his fingers back into you, pumping them quickly, then bit down on your clit. you released a scream as you came, your hips bucking wildly against jeff’s clever mouth and talented fingers.
as you were still on your high, you felt jeff licking up your juices, making a humming noise in enjoyment, making your over sensitive clit vibrate.
he pulled away after a moment, licking his lips, and watching your chest heave. your face was fully flushed, your eyes closed and your body felt like mush.
after a moment to catch your breath, you opened your eyes to see a amused looking jeff atkins, sitting on his knees.
“you’re so beautiful,” jeff whispered, his eyebrows furrowing.
“t-thank you,” you stuttered, eyeing your boyfriend curiously. you bit your lip, about to sit up as you assumed jeff would want you to return the favor, but he lightly pushed you back down.
“don’t you want me to-”
“no, i said i would be taking care of you,” jeff smiled softly, leaning over to his nightstand, which made his muscles stretch.
he dug into his nightstand drawer, making a accomplished sound as he pulled out two things.
a condom and lube.
you swallowed, seeing him place the two things beside you before he got up and slowly pulled down his pants and boxers, his eyes locked with yours as he did this.
you didn’t know how jeff did it, but he seemed completely fine with stripping in front of you. you didn’t blame him though, he had a amazing body.
you on the other hand, you were comfortable with your body, but you still got shy showing your boyfriend everything you owned. it made you vulnerable, and nervous.
you and jeff never got naked like this before in front of each other, this was all new. you were excited though, as this was a new experience for you.
jeff never pressured you though, the only clothing jeff had seen you without was your shirt, which he looked away instantly asking if you were done changing. he only ever did what made you feel comfortable, which you appreciated.
you knew jeff wasn’t a virgin, which you both discussed before, him telling you the regretful story of his first time in late sophomore year.
it broke your heart, knowing that the girl jeff used to be in love with just used him to get popular and for sex.
jeff wasn’t like that though, once he was in love, he was totally smitten and would do everything in his power to make that person happy. he was heartbroken, and very closed off most of junior year before senior year and the both of you started dating each other.
he seemed very nervous about asking you out, stuttering his words out, which usually wasn’t like him. he was usually very confident with his words and around women, but with you, you left him speechless. a stuttering mess, as you told him once, making him playfully glare at you.
the good thing was that you both had been very close before he asked you out, you both had trust for one another, and the both of you shared everything now.
jeff finished stripping the last bit of his clothes off, kicking his pants and boxers off.
your heart rate started to beat up rapidly again, as you eyed his long, hard member.
your eyes snapped up towards his face again, seeing him biting his lower lip. jeff made his way between your legs against, grabbing the condom and tearing it open with his teeth, then slid it on his leaking member.
he leaned down, leaning his weight on his elbows and his face hovered above yours for a moment, before he pressed his lips against yours.
your arched your back, your chest pressed against his. you hummed, feeling your tongues swirling around each other’s, enjoying each other’s taste.
you felt jeff reach underneath you, taking a moment again trying to unclasp your bra, which he successfully did this time.
he took it off you, then threw it somewhere, flinging it over his shoulder, totally forgetting about it.
you were both completely naked against each other now, and you could feel his heavy cock poking at your stomach.
“do you want this?” you heard jeff mumble against your skin as he moved his way down to your breasts, suddenly sucking on a perky nipple, making you gasp.
your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him closely. “y-yes!” you said breathlessly, feeling him move to your other breast.
he nibbled on your nipple, then reached up with a hand to play with your other breast, pinching and pulling the harden nipple.
you moaned softly, “jeff,” you whined, your hands making their way into his messy hair, rubbing your fingers through it.
he chuckled against your skin, placing a wet kiss in the middle of your chest, before pulling away. you watched him, observing the way his muscles moved and the way his fingers worked while unscrewing the lid of the bottle of lube.
you saw him pour some onto his hand, then put the bottle of lube aside as he started coating his cock.
he looked down, positioning the head of his cock against your virgin hole, looking up and focusing his eyes on your face. “you ready, love?” jeff purred, asking you one last time if you were sure about this.
you nodded, whispering a soft ‘yes’.
that’s when you felt it, jeff slowly entering you, making you cry out in pain and mixed pleasure. jeff stopped instantly, looking down at you with worried eyes. “are you okay, y/n?”
you nodded your head multiple times to assure him, that yes, you were fine with the whole situation. the only thing you were not okay with was the pain that came with the pleasure.
“it h-hurts,” you whined, taking in quick breaths.
“i know, i know baby. just breathe for me, okay?”
“okay,” you said, nodding for him to continue. jeff continued his way into you, feeling your walls clench around him, making him release a deep, throaty moan. “ooh, fucking fuck,” jeff cursed under his breath, his eyes squeezing shut.
he gave you a moment to adjust to his large size, focusing on his breathing.
he knew it hurt you, and he was doing everything in his power to hold back from pounding into you. “okay,” you said softly, reaching both of your hands out and placing them on his broad shoulders.
jeff slowly pulled back, watching your facial expressions and trying his best to ease your pain by moving one of his hands down and massaging your clit quickly.
jeff started to slowly pump into you, watching as your eyes fluttered close, little moans escaping your pretty mouth.
jeff released a small growl, “look at me,” he demanded, causing your eyes to snap open and release a shaky breath. “j-jeff,” you whined, throwing your head back as he started thrusting into you at a faster pace, but still making sure he wasn’t hurting you.
he bent down, attacking your mouth with his, making you moan in pleasure as he continued to rub your clit in fast circles.
a moment later, you felt jeff hit something, making you release a muffled scream against his mouth. jeff pulled away from your mouth, trailing opened mouth kisses along your neck, biting down almost painfully, which made you throw your head back.
jeff continued to hit that special place inside of you, as he started to pound into you, making you moan loudly. you gripped jeff’s shoulders tightly, feeling him still attacking your neck.
jeff pulled away from you rather suddenly, stopping his thrusts for moment and lifting your legs up and putting them over his shoulder. he then continued to roughly take you, making him release frequent curses loudly as he went deeper inside of you.
“oh, fuck, mmm, y/n!” he yelled, moving one of his hands back down towards your clit, rubbing it quickly. you screamed, bucking your hips against his which made him lose it.
“j-jeff, please!” you gasped, feeling yourself tighten around his cock, before cumming hard.
your high pitched screams echoed throughout his room, feeling your orgasm hit you hard.
jeff continued fucking you, sweat beading on his forehead. a minute later, you heard a loud, drawn out moan escape him. “f-fuck!”
he rode out his own orgasm, his eye squeezed shut tightly and his lower lip caught between his teeth, biting down hard.
jeff slowly came to a stop, keeping himself buried within you for a moment, as he breathed deeply and looked down at you with tired eyes.
you were sucking on your bottom lip nervously, your face felt like it was on fire.
“jeff, was this okay?” you asked him shyly, blinking as he pulled out of you slowly. a lazy smile made its way on his lips, “it was perfect y/n,” he assured you.
he gently took your legs off of his shoulders, placing them down gently as to not hurt you, knowing you would be sore sooner or later.
you watched as he got up off of the bed, walking over to the trash can. you heard a snapping noise, making your ears perk up curiously, before realizing that he took off the condom.
he made his way back over to you and got into the bed, lifting the blanket up and pulling it over the both of you. before you even moved, you felt jeff carefully pull you on top of him, earning a surprised sound from you.
you heard him chuckle softly, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you against him. your head was rested on his chest as the both of you stared into each other’s eyes. “i love you,” you said, pecking his lips.
this earned you a toothy smile from the tired boy, “love you,” he said sleepily, hugging your flushed body against his as close as possible. “you should rest now, love,” he told you softly, kissing the tip of your nose.
“okay,” you whispered, shifting into a more comfortable position, half of your body slung over his, both of your legs intertwined together.
it didn’t take you both very long, before you both were sound asleep, both of you feeling content and very in love.
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i really hope you guys enjoy this, i deleted this imagine and restarted it like six times, i swear. also, my mom finally got me the book ‘13 reasons why’ so y'all already know that means i'ma be binge reading it the rest of the weekend. also, is binge reading a thing?? i don’t know. anyways, enjoy loves!
(sorry for any grammar mistakes, i edited this imagine three times, but if you see any grammar mistakes, just ignore them please!)
Warnings: Potential to pull at your heart strings, but that’s about it really.
“God I miss you,” you sigh, letting your hand take Peter’s, desperately wishing he would just squeeze yours, show you that he could hear you, that he was still there… anything.
You didn’t get to see him as much as you would have liked, but every chance you got to visit Beacon Hills, to visit your best friend, you took. And every time you left you regretted going there in the first place. Seeing him like that, not a shed of an emotion on his face, non of his old wit, or his infectious laughter… he was but a shell of the man you had once known, and it killed you to see him like that. But never the less, you would always return.
It didn’t matter that it had been years since the fire, years since you had been able to actually hold a conversation with him. He was your best friend, and he always had been.
Of course, now the conversations were far more one-sided than they used to be, you would tell him about your life, from terrible dates to brilliant movies you promised you would re-watch with him when he was better. But with no response, it lost an awful lot of it’s meaning. But that didn’t stop you from going, from talking to him just as you would were he able to respond.
With a heavy smile, you nod your head, readying yourself to leave when you remember the one piece of information you had been debating over telling him, not wanting to cause him any anguish on the off chance he were able to hear you.
“Look,” you start, moving to kneel in front of his wheel chair, taking both of his hands in yours this time, your eyes staring uncertainly into the blank gaze of his. “I’m going to tell you something, and I don’t really know if I should, but I need to be honest with you. Someone has come to town, and I just… I know you can’t answer me, but you better me silently promising me you’ll stay safe. The Argent’s are back,” you sigh, your head falling in dismay.
Perhaps you had imagined it, knowing all too well what his usual reaction to that news would have been, but you could have sworn his hand twitched ever so slightly at your words. But as you look to his still motionless body, you convince yourself it was merely your mind playing tricks on you.
“They won’t hurt you, I promise,” you smile somewhat sadly, running your thumb over the back of his hand as you swear it to yourself as much to him. “And I’ll keep an eye on Derek, as always,” you add with a customary chuckle, making the same promise you always did.
“Just look after yourself, ok?” you all but whisper it, unable to look at him as you stand up, that usual feeling of betrayal kicking in as you move to leave, feeling as if you were abandoning him to the four white walls of his hospital bed once more. “I’ll see you soon,” you say in farewell, kissing the top of his head gently before gathering your bag, refusing to turn back to face him on the off chance that he might see the tears brimming in the corner of your eyes.
Can you do a got7 reaction where you flinch during a fight/argument thinking they were going to hit you?
A/N: @goldenalienn thank you so much for your request and patience my lovely, hope you enjoy!
It had started out as such a petty, silly argument but seeing as you two rarely argued when you did it was intense for both of you. You had both let your words get ahead of you before and said things you didn’t mean but as Mark got more and more wound up and took an exasperated step towards you, it may have been subtle but he saw it. The way your eyes squeezed shut, body braced. Rather than break down there and then, he’d go off on his own to calm down a bit, think and rethink the moment again so much it almost didn’t feel real. A while later he’d come down, tears streaked over his face and puffy eyes and rather than reach out and touch you, he’d talk it out with you, desperate to know if he ever made you feel threatened and wanting to put it right.
He’d blame himself. 100% it was all his fault. As soon as it happened he’d take himself out of the situation because he was angry, not at you but at himself. He’d go aimlessly round the streets desperately trying to make sense of what happened. You looked so genuinely frightened, every time he closed his eyes he saw you jerk away from him. And it had all been over something so trivial. You two had argued, but not like this. On his walk around the streets he’d get you flowers, coming home with them, an apology and a sincere look on his face. He’d move towards you carefully and get on his knees, begging for forgiveness.
I really think this would destroy him inside. He hates arguing as it is and will avoid it wherever he can but hen he saw you flinch his heart slammed into his chest. He would immediately engulf you in his arms, cradling you for a good 5 minutes not saying anything, just hearing your breathing calm and stroking your hair gently. He’d try for the whole day to cheer things up, doing aegyo and trying to joke with you but he just couldn’t shake the sad look in his eyes. The fact you actually thought he’d hurt you tore him apart so he’d do anything and everything to prove to you and himself otherwise.
This whole incident would make him rethink the entire relationship. As far as he was concerned, he wasn’t good enough for you, not by a long shot. He thought you now must think he was some kind of monster, it would really take a toll on him. Seeing you flinch as he stepped towards you tears would spring forward there and then, threatening to spill as he saw the flash of fear in your eyes. He would whisper that he would never, ever hurt you before walking away slowly, a mix of hurt, betrayal and disappointment in himself whirring through his head. Of everyone, he’d find this the hardest to get over.
I’m not sure he’d quite know how to react, being the sunshine he is he had never had someone react like that to him. Even though your argument was kinda heated for you two, he’d stepped forward to hug you and just make everything better, you said his hugs made things better only this time it made them worse. He’d pull his arms back slowly and sit you down on the living room sofa next to him and just sit for a second, letting you collect your thoughts. Eventually, being careful he’d slowly take your hand and tell you he never would hurt you, the thought would never even cross his mind and that he adored you. You had him wrapped around your finger and he loved it.
I think he’d be confused for the most part. You’d never seemed intimidated before and you two always joked around playfully and play fighting was a normal occurrence but he would never, ever lay a finger on you in that way. So when you flinched, it would take him a moment to recover and compose himself before throwing his arms around you and repeating over and over that it wasn’t like that and that he’d never and that he loved you . He would also grow from it though, never once making the same mistake twice and always making sure he’s respectful of your space when you argued.
I think he would be so scared when he saw you flinch away from him. He thought he’d ruined everything, that you saw him as the worst person ever but would want to talk it out with you so nothing like this ever happened again. He’d want to understand you more, after all he was still young so wanted learn everything he could. He loved you too much to ruin this for you both so when he found you forgave him, he would almost cry with relief and do his all out best. The next day he’d come home with chocolates, flowers and be the model version of the perfect boyfriend to make it up to you.
A/N: I love this so much, like I’m making my own heart ache a little here, damn. Thankyou so much to @a-smol-badger for the request that I never would have thought up on my own atm. That’s all I got to say honestly.
Request: Is there a possibility you could write an imagine where y/n is an art student and her latest class assignment is human figure and she wants to draw jug and he gets scared and self conscious that he has to be shirtless but y/n assures him he is perf
Word Count: 1,882
Warnings: boi has body confidence issues for a hot second, that’s it.
IS BACKSTORY TO THIS BUT I COULDN’T FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET IT FROM MY BRAIN TO
THE PAGE. So I started this off really shitty because I’m still trying to get
used to writing again and this was a real pain to try to start. Harry’s just
basically lowkey in love with you and you’ve never noticed*** Anyway, this is
my first time writing smut in almost two years because my first attempt was
such a disaster that I was too embarrassed to try again. I don’t know if it’s
any good but I worked on it for a while so I wanted to post it. Enjoy, friends.
It was a cold, rainy evening when
Harry shows up at your door unexpectedly.
You almost convince yourself you’re
imagining things when you swing your front door open to reveal him. It makes
your heart hurt a little. The thought that seeing your own best friend is so
rare that you almost think it’s a dream. He’d been so distant lately, you
weren’t sure if you’d ever talk to him again.
But there he is, standing silently in
your doorway. You don’t say anything in greeting, waiting for him to say
whatever he has to. He’s come all this way, you figure he has something
important he needs to get off his chest.
If he does, he doesn’t seem to be in a
rush to get it out. His mouth opens slightly and then quickly shuts again, like
he wants to explain himself but thinks better of it. A sigh of annoyance,
seemingly with himself, escapes his lips, and his eyes slide shut.
“I need to tell yeh somethin’,” he
admits, eyes still shut. They open to your inviting features, nodding to
encourage him to go on. It doesn’t seem like a conversation to have in the
communal hallway of your complex so you move to give him space to come in.
Once inside, he seems to lose his
voice again. His eyes stay trained on the floor, not coming to look at you even
as you step closer to him.
“You can tell me anything, you know,”
you remind him. He nods but still doesn’t offer much of an explanation. “So
Sext: I want to bury my face into your chest and fill up every space in my lungs with you. I want you to hold me so tight that the sadness seeps out of me and evaporates into the air. I want to know what it feels like to be whole and I want to be whole with you.
y/n likes harry. so does y/f/n. so who’s going to be the first one to break the girl code?
Shook, as the kids would say, couldn’t even begin to cover exactly how you were feeling in this moment. It was almost as if your brain had short-circuited, and the only thing you were capable of doing was to gawk at Harry and Y/F/N.
“I would ask you to take a picture so it’ll last longer, but I’m not sure I’m very comfortable knowing that you would have pictures of my boyfriend on your phone.” Y/F/N raised an eyebrow, turning back to mutter something to Harry before she was trotting her merry way back over to you. (If it was helpful, you were still frozen in your ‘What sin am I witnessing with my own two eyes?’ state.)
“I… How… What…?” After about ten more seconds of your malfunctioning, you turned to Y/F/N for some kind of explanation. Y/F/N was busy wiping down the countertops, humming to herself as she spritzed the cleaning solution onto the counter.
“You know, you should be thanking me. Wiping down the countertops is your job, according to the chore chart that I came up with.” (Most of the chores on Y/F/N’s little chore chart had your name written underneath it. You never really understood why she was in a higher position than you.) “How about we go to the break room and read the chart? I’ll teach you how to read it so you can actually be on top of everything and not lose your job.” The next thing you knew, Y/F/N was dragging you to the back, greeting a couple people as you two weaved through the weight-lifting area.
When did this happen? How did this happen? And most importantly, why did this happen? Harry and Y/F/N were not a good pair. Harry was charming, sweet, funny… And to put it as nicely as possible, Y/F/N was a mess. This wasn’t fair! Out of all the people in the world, why did Harry have to choose her? Sure, you sounded like the pettiest person alive right now, but… It just didn’t add up! Harry never seemed to like her before, so what the hell changed??
“All you have to do is find your name. I’m pretty sure you’re capable of reading, but if you’re not, we can go over the alphabet-”
“I’m going to fucking fight you, you bitch.” Considering how calm you were with delivering that graceful threat, Y/F/N had to admit she was a little concerned.
“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.”
“What else could I be talking about?!” You snapped, feeling the rage begin to build up inside of you. “I’m sick of this friendship, I’m sick of you! Our relationship has been like this for as long as I can remember. It’s always been so one-sided, where you take and take, and I give and give, and there’s never anything left for me! When I want something you always brush it under the rug! If I need advice from you, you tell me to suck it up and keep moving! You call it ‘tough love’, but the truth is, it’s not! It’s just you being a proper bitch!” You exclaimed, Y/F/N clearly taken aback by your outburst. “You never do anything for me! When something good happens to me, you’re never happy! You just become petty and conjure something up that’ll bring attention to you!”
“You already knew I liked Harry. I told you to back off.” Y/F/N seethed, poking at your chest and yelping when you smacked it away harshly.
“You also knew I liked Harry. So we could have sat down and had a proper, adult conversation about the problem instead of turning this into a whole high-school drama situation!”
“I didn’t turn this into a high school drama situation, you’re the one who’s freaking out about everything.” Y/F/N shrugged, turning to write something on the whiteboard. “And because of this, you’ll be expecting some negative comments on your monthly progress report.” She hummed, scribbling your name under more chores. You didn’t even bother responding - All you could think about was how you could stand this demon spawn for so long.
“I just don’t understand how it happened.” You breathed out, reaching up to rub at your temples. Christ, she was giving you a killer migraine.
“You don’t seem to understand a lot of things, so I’m not surprised.” Okay, that was it. That was the last straw.
“Fine. I guess I’ll just have to ask Harry myself. I’m sure he can come up with a more logical explanation as to why he’s dating the living embodiment of Satan.” The sound of your hand smacking against the table echoed in the room before you got up, taking note of the sudden panic that took over the once smug expression on Y/F/N’s face.
“Our relationship is none of your business.” Y/F/N cleared her throat, clicking the cap back on the marker.
“Oh, it isn’t? But I’d love to get to know the person who’s dating my dearest friend in the entire world. You know how much I love listening to first date stories. Unless… There’s something you’re not telling me? You’re starting to look as red as the whiteboard marker.” You began edging towards the door, Y/F/N doing the same thing. “Because I couldn’t help but notice the way Harry grimaced when you leaned in for a kiss earlier. It’s pretty funny that- Oh, hey Harry!” You looked over Y/F/N’s shoulder with a friendly smile, Y/F/N whipping around to see- Nothing. Wait, what? Harry wasn’t- She turned back around, about to ask you what the hell you were talking about when she realized - You were nowhere in sight, and the door was now closed. And then she heard your voice.
“Harry! Why don’t we have a little chat?”
i think we all know i’m not the greatest at posting consistently so doN’T COME FOR ME
I requested this last time requests were open and you said okay to it, but i never saw it, maybe i missed it, and its not that you have to or anything, i was just wondering what ever happened to the being reggies sister and dating jughead and defending him in the whole srudebt longe thing was.
Sorry for the misunderstanding regarding the request! I hope you like it!
It was a known fact around Riverdale High School, that if anyone mess with you, Y/N Mantle, they’d face the wrath of your older brother. If he even thought that someone was flirting with you he’d lose it. It was nice having an older brother like Reggie, but at times it made it impossible to talk to anyone other than the football team. So when the opportunity presented itself, to go on a date wit Jughead Jones, you accepted it quietly. You and Jughead shared the same advanced English class, one Reggie or any of his friends didn’t have. You bonded over the different writing styles your favorite authors used and you were taken by his intelligence. His dry humor and snarky personality was one you had never seen before.
It seemed that he liked you too, because around a month of that class he asked you out for a tentative date. He knew very well what Reggie would do if he found out, so the two of you carefully planned out when and where you’d be meeting. The date went without a hitch, so you went on a next date, then one after that and so on. It was tough keeping you and Jughead a secret, because part of you just wanted to tell your family that you were in a relationship. A great relationship you hope will go far. One day you would, but today was not the day.
“Remember, we meet up in the lounge after school,” you turned to look at your brother and nodded.
“How could I forget? You’ve told me every night this week that we’re staying after school on Friday.”
He smiled, “yeah, just making sure. Thanks for agreeing to watch my game sis.”
You nodded, “no problem Reg.” You said bye to your brother and headed off to your last class of the day, your English class.
You smiled when you walked through the door and walked over to where Jughead sat. You put your hands on his shoulders, “hey.”
He turned his head and gave you his signature half smile, “hey.” You took the seat next to him, pulling your books out of your bag. “You staying to watch the game,” he asked and you smiled at him.
“You know I am, are you,” you whispered, still feeling the pressure to hide.
He nodded, “I know I won’t be able to talk to you, but we can text and look longingly at each other.” You let out a laugh and he smiled widely.
“I will, I would’ve texted you anyway,” you said as the teacher walked in the room, demanding everyone’s attention. She started by going over notes, too fast for you to keep up. The notes took a majority of the class time, so your teacher was nice enough to withhold the assignment for the notes.
You turned to Jughead, “did you get the notes?” He nodded, pushing his notebook towards you and you started to copy the notes you missed. You reached the end of the page and smiled. An ‘I love you’ was scribbled at the bottom of the paper. You wrote next to it, ‘I love you too’, and pushed it back over to Jughead. He smiled down at his paper.
“Can you spare a few minutes after class,” he asked and your smile fell.
“I have to meet up with Reggie in the lounge, I don’t want him to get suspicious.” He nodded with a frown on his face. You reached for his hand under the desk, intertwining your fingers with his.
“Maybe after the game I can go sleepover at Betty’s,” you whispered and Jughead looked up with his brow furrowed. “But then sneak off to the Drive-In,” you added and Jughead smiled. The urge to kiss him was stronger than ever but you couldn’t risk it. You just squeezed his hand instead, hoping that the touch would hold you over until later tonight.
“It’s almost time to go,” he whispered as he looked at the clock. You still held onto his hand, wishing that time would stop for just a moment. “I’ll be in the lounge a minutes after you get there,” he said and you met his eye.
“Okay, I’ll see you then,” he let go of your hand and a piece of your heart went with it. You would need to tell Reggie about Jughead soon, because sneaking around was becoming a bit tedious.
The bell rang a few moments later and you packed up your stuff. You made your way to the lounge, putting on your happy face as you walked through the doors. You brother was already there, sitting in a comfy looking chair. “There’s my sister,” he said, smiling at you.
“Hey Reg,” you said, finding a spot to sit on the couch nearest to the wall. You listened as Reggie conversed with his friends and watched as more people filed into the room. The team started to talk about Jason Blossom when Jughead walked in. You locked eyes with him, silently speaking. He leaned against the wall you were closest to and you instantly felt a little more relaxed. That was, until your brother spoke up.
“If someone here did kill Jason, it would be the lonely, sad internet troll that’s too busy writing his manifestos to get laid,” you held your breath, awaiting your brother’s final blow, “like Jughead!” You turned to your boyfriend who just rolled his eyes, “what was it like Suicide Squad?”
You turned to your brother, “shut up Reggie. Leave him alone.”
Your brother raised his eyebrows, “it’s just a question Y/N, chill out.” You stood up, placing yourself in between your brother and Jughead just to be safe.
“Do you even realize what you’re accusing him of,” you asked and you heard Jughead’s foot falls behind you.
“Y/N,” he whispered, but you just shook your head.
“Why are you even defending him?” You felt your blood blaze at Reggie’s words. This would be a sibling fight that no one would forget.
“Because he’s a good person that cares about me, but you’re too busy being a jerk to see that.”
Reggie stood up, “cares about you?” Jughead stepped closer to you, his hand grabbing yours. “Oh no, no. My sister is not dating that freak.”
You felt tears in your eyes, “well it’s a little late for that Reggie.” You shouted at him and you watched the shock appear on his face. You let go of Jughead’s hand and stepped in front of your brother, “if you ever say anything bad about him again, I’ll tell mom how you managed to pass Chemistry.”
Reggie stepped down, and you smiled smugly at him. Despite your victory, you felt your heart fall a little. This wasn’t the way you wanted to tell your brother, whom you cared about. With tears running down your cheeks, you marched out of the lounge. You walked down the hall, trying to get far enough away from that crowded room so you could breathe. When you stopped you felt a hand on your lower back. You turned your head slightly and saw Jughead looking at you with worry.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he whispered, moving to stand in front of you.
You shook your head, “I had to, I couldn’t let my own brother accuse you of that.” His green eyes shone down at you as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. You stepped closer to him, and he wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Thank you,” he murmured and you smiled. There was only a few times Jughead appeared this vulnerable. The first time was when he asked you out, the second being the time he told you he lived at the Drive-In. Especially when he first said ‘I love you.’ You pressed your face into his shoulder, wondering what to do next. “You wanna go to Pop’s until the game,” Jughead asked, almost as if he read your mind. You nodded and pulled away from him, just after grabbing his hand. The two of you walked down the hall and out of the school. “I love you,” he whispered and you looked up at him with a soft smile.
“I love you too,” and for the first time since you started dating him, you felt relieved that you could openly love Jughead Jones.
Every time something tragic happens in your life, a flower appears somewhere on your body that causes the same amount of pain.
Ever since you were young sweet pea flowers covered your knees and elbows, growing out of them like your body was the recreation of the Garden of Eden. Hues of purple and pink representing bruises and scrapes trickled down your skin as if you were an O’Keeffe masterpiece. People would always joke about how whoever your soulmate was was a stuntman or a spy in the secret service, for how else could someone’s body become so bruised so easily? But, you never seemed to mind, for when the time came you would know exactly who the love of your life would be.
High school was it’s own experience, where many people began to sprout deep red pansies, loud with anger or dark blue hyacinth that made everything oh so gloomy the most you ever received was sweet peas. The whole concept had always been that you feel the other’s pain, no one had ever expected that the worst thing you would ever feel was a sprained ankle that came to you in the form of bright orange snapdragons.
It was always a wonder what flowers you had caused to bloom, sure you had had bruises and scrapes, but what about the injuries you couldn’t see? Did cranberry zinna’s burst from their chest when you felt so stressed you thought you might explode? Did sunset shaded marigolds cascade down their cheeks when you couldn’t help but cry into your pillow? Whenever a new flower began to blossom on your body you saw it as a gift, but did they?
When you were younger you would keep your eyes glued to the pavement, like a makeshift Sherlock wandering for clues in hopes that one day you would find them. Oh, if you knew how right you would become.
It was the type of warm outside where nothing seemed to feel right unless you had an ice cream cone in your hand. It was the type of warm outside where the ants had finally begun to leave from wherever they go in the winter and began to make anthills that never failed to amaze you. It was the type of warm where the only thing you could feel was sunshine as it etched itself into your bones making everything feel brighter. It was that type of warm because you had found him.
His knees were tattooed with bruises that never seemed to go away before new ones formed. His palms had small patches of scrapes from catching himself over and over again. Within that moment you didn’t seem to be so afraid. You had planned out words for what you would say to him when you met him, written novels in your head of what it would be like. But you would have never guessed that everything seemed to fall from your lips so naturally.
You saw a boy with skin that had been so lovingly kissed by the sun and with legs that were covered in a rainbow of bandaids. You had saw a boy who was so beautiful you lost your breath trip over a rock in the road and laugh so carelessly about it. But you hadn’t expected to run over to him so naturally. “Here, I got you these.” You smiled holding up two long sets of purple and pink shoelaces.
And you watched his eyes light up so bright to show shades the flowers on your skin had never created as he saw that your legs matched his own.
“Oh, you left me with a broken heart, And now
I see what I should’ve from the startOh, you left me with nothing but a kiss, And
now I’m leaving you with these lips” -You Left Me, The Maine (I’m so obsessed with this song rn)
So this is a long one….just warning you. Part of the PR request, this one for Calum!! So hope you guys enjoy…Also this gif is so cute….
You have never really done PR relationships
before. As a pretty well known model, of course you’ve been asked to before,
but the most you’ve done was accompany some actor to an awards show. That was a
PR date, you’ve never done anything like faking an entire relationship. How did
that even work anyway? You weren’t sure. You didn’t even know who the guy was
that you were supposed to “date”. All that you knew was that he was a
famous artist who never really had his relationships in the public eye. His
management wanted to change this, give something for the fans to talk about.
Everything else was hush-hush, other than the fact both your management and his
said you both would be a good match. Whatever that meant.
All of that was about to change however,
because the contracts seem to finally come through, and you were now going to
meet your new “boyfriend” for the next three weeks.
You walked into the conference room, where
the final arrangements were going to be met.
“Miss Y/n! Nice to meet you. I’m Cal’s
manager. Please have a seat he will be here shortly.” A man in a suit
said, gesturing for you to take a seat.
You sat down while your managers talked,
beginning to finalize everything while you waited on “Cal”. They were
speaking legal jargon, so you didn’t really catch much of what was said. All
you knew was that now everything was done contract wise. The only thing left to
do was your part. Pictures, dates, events, etc for at least the next three
weeks. Great. Now when was Cal going to get here. Was that his name, or short
for something. What could it be short for anyway?
Just then a tanned, muscular figure, with
short black curly hair walked in. Your eyes caught his deep brown ones. A
thousand emotions played through those eyes. Shock, surprise, worry, pain,
happiness, uncertainty, sadness…
“Calum?” You said standing up.
“That’s what ‘Cal’ is short for?! You’ve got to be kidding me! No! I…I
can’t do this…” You stormed out of the room.
Calum rushed out after you, catching your arm
in the hall.
“Y/n? You’re the model? What? How?”
“What never thought I could be a
“Don’t say that…you know I have never
“Well I don’t know Calum, I truly
don’t know how you ever thought of me. It’s
not like you ever cared. It has been what? Like 3 years?”
“Hey, you left me!”
“And why was that Calum!? You got caught
up in the fame. You changed, became someone I didn’t even recognize! Someone
who only cared about partying. And what was it you told me the night I left?
You didn’t need me. You never needed me.”
He shook his head. “Y/n I-”
“We didn’t know you two had met
previously” Calum’s manager said.
“Look, despite the obvious tension here,
Y/n, Calum, you guys did sign a contract. I’m sorry we weren’t aware of any
previous history, but you guys will just have to get over it for the next few
You gave a bitter laugh, and Calum clenched
“Fine” You both muttered.
“Alrighty then. Well we have your first
date planned for next week, we’ll send you both the details”
And with that they were gone, and you both
were left alone.
“Don’t even. This will be all over soon,
and we’ll be out of each others lives for good. Ok?” You said, walking out
towards the elevator so you could get far away from that hotel. From him.
Sure enough a few days later you received a
Mario’s Pizza. 7pm. Tomorrow night.
Well that was short and to the point. Oh
well, guess you really didn’t need to know much more. You decided to go
shopping, you needed a new dress for tomorrow nights “date”. Ugh. You
weren’t looking forward to this, but there was no way in hell you wouldn’t look
your best. Show that asshole all he gave up on.
The next night you arrived 5 minutes late, since
Calum used to always show up about 10 minutes late. No use in sitting at the
table by yourself longer than you had to. When the hostess led you to your
table, you were surprised to find Calum already there. Not only there, but with
a bouquet of roses too. Once he saw you, he stood up, and went to pull out your
seat. Once you sat down, he held out the flowers to you. You eyed them warily.
“Who are you and what have you done with
“I thought you’d like them…” He
said looking down, but still had his hand out, waiting for you to take the
“If you’re trying to kiss and makeup
it’s not gonna work Cal” You said, trying to ignore him. He continued
standing there though. You sighed and took the flowers. “Thanks”
“Of course” He said sitting back
“Well I couldn’t be late now could
“Never seemed that way before”
You were interrupted when the waiter came to
your table, and took your orders. You both quickly ordered, and didn’t speak
much until your food arrived.
You had just started eating when Calum
cleared his throat.
“Hey smile would you?” He asked
You looked up and saw his phone out, camera
pointing straight towards you.
“Instagram?” You asked instantly
smiling, knowing your manager would kill you if you didn’t.
You frowned. “Please tell me you did not
put a filter on my face”
He just smiled and shrugged.
“Calum I swear-”
“You’ll have to check yourself”
You sighed and pulled out your phone. You
checked his snapchat and sure enough there was a picture of you, with the dog
filter. And the caption puppy love. Could be worse.
“Wow…actually a good picture…”
“What?” you asked, as he continued
“You follow me on snapchat?”
“What? Of course. I added you a few days
ago, we’re supposed to be dating right? I added you on most platforms. You
didn’t notice?” This was half true. The snap account you were using was
more like a fake one, where you could follow people without them knowing who
you were. Like Calum for instance, who you kept tabs on. But on all your public
accounts, you added him recently.
“Oh.” He said, not fully believing
what you said. He always could sense when you were lying. Some things never
“Your turn” You said, quickly
switching accounts to your public and holding up your phone. Unlike him, you weren’t feeling as kind. You
quickly searched through the filter until you found the perfect one.
“Done?” He asked as you set your
“Let me see”
“No. Guess you’ll just have to look
He rolled his eyes but checked his phone
anyway. He laughed and shook his head as he saw some alien filter on him, with
the caption 'this date is out of this world’.
“Cheesy as ever”
“You follow me on snap?” You
“Of course. Always have followed you on
everything Y/n. I’m surprised you didn’t notice” He raised his hand for
the check. While his head was turned you took another picture for insta,
side-shots of Calum always looked good. You simply put a heart then posted it.
You thought he deserved one good picture. You tagged him, and you heard his
phone go off. He picked his phone and looked confused as he saw the picture,
then he smiled.
“Ready to go?”
You simply nodded.
He insisted on walking you home, despite
yourself you agreed. Thank goodness you
You reached your building when he grabbed
“What?” You asked.
“Y/n I have to tell you-”
“Calum I don’t wanna hear it. This night
was good so just leave it at that!”
“No I can’t. I have to tell you.”
“Y/n I’m sorry. I never meant anything I
said that night, I was drunk and stupid and I….I never expected you to leave me
like that. That’s not an excuse I know. I felt terrible after that. It broke my
heart to see you go, because I needed you Y/n…I needed you so much. I realized
that right away. I was so stupid…”
“You didn’t even call or anything Calum.
How sorry could you have been? I’m still convinced you never even loved me.
That what we had meant nothing and-”
“You deserved better. Far better than
me. I’d hope you’d find it. But here we are, you still get caught up with
You turned your head, feeling the tears
coming down your face. He moved closer, putting his hand on the side of your
face, turning your head so you looked at him.
“And Y/n….I did love you, in fact I
still love you. There’s no one else like you Y/n…no other girl could compare. I
fucked up once before and I can’t let anything like that happen again”
“What are you trying to say Cal?”
“I don’t want to have a pretend
anything. Can we make this real? Can you give me one last chance? Please Y/n, I
promise I’m not the same guy you walked out on that night, and I never will be.
Just one chance…that’s all I ask…”
You looked up into his chocolate brown eyes,
so full of love and fear of rejection.
“I better not regret this…” You
said, bringing his lips to yours.
That was fun haha. Hope you guys liked it!! Post every Monday, and requests always open! Thanks for reading- Lydia
Summary: Jungkook has a crush on you but never noticed because you think you’re too fat for him.
Jungkook sat alone beside the window inside your family cafe shop, where you worked at. He watched you from afar, but he knew he couldn’t do it anymore. Today is the day he will confess his feelings towards you, after a year knowing you. He couldn’t control his heart racing against his chest, every time he saw you and every time you got near him.
The way you smile so brightly made him feel so warm and fuzzy inside. Gosh, you were in his mind every day and even his dreams. How could girl shake his heart likes this, not be his girlfriend? It drove crazy because, during that year, he gave you so many clues that he likes you a lot. Could it be, you never noticed or it because you didn’t feel the same away toward him. Anyways, he still going to confess to you.
His hands ran through his dark brown hair, he felt so flustered not knowing if you like him or not. He lay back on his chair, grabbing his caramel latte on the label, taking a slip as he watched you take orders behind the counter. How can she be so beautiful? he thought to himself, smiling ear to ear. Hair tied up into a ponytail, you wore a bit of makeup, and the uniform you wore always made you look cute. In one hour, you have left before you when on a break. Now he has to think about how to ask you out?
You frown your eyebrows after catching Jungkook staring at you for the hundredth time, for the past three hours he has been here. Everything time you caught him, his cheeks turn super red. You keep asking yourself why? Today, he has been acting really weird. First, after giving him his caramel latte, he hasn’t spoken to you at all. Second, you felt his strong gaze on you all the time. You take your eyes away from him and welcome the customer in front of you with a warm smile and taking the person order. You felt Jungkook staring at you again, you quickly turn your head. He bites his lips and cheeks once again turn red. You sigh deeply, you're going to talk to him, and ask him what going on, on your break.
The two you when somewhere private to talk. Jungkook sat across from the table in front of you. You could tell how nervous he is, he keeps biting his lips ever few seconds, small sweat forming on his forehead, he keeps playing with fingers and his gaze is on his lap. “Jungkook, the past three hours I have been working, you have been staring at me.What’s going on?” you asked. Jungkook stayed silent for while, his gaze left his lap and locking eyes with you. You smile, as he took a deep breath. “There’s something I wanted to tell you for while” he paused for a second took a deep breath and smiled. “I like you more than a friend”
Wait what! Did you hear that correctly or you’re just imagining because you have a huge crush on him? Your heart raced against your chest. “wait what” you said all of sudden. You sat there in shock. “I-I like you as a g-girlfriend” he looked you in eyes for a second and looked way somewhere else. Jeon Jungkook just confesses to you in person. He just told you he likes you a lot, you weren’t dreaming this time. “I-I” words weren’t coming out your mouth, you just don’t know what say. How come you never noticed? You started liking him a few months ago but you thought you are too fat for him. Jungkook being an Idol, he’s sometimes surrounded with beautiful, tall, and skinny girls, you though Jungkook wouldn’t be into you because you weren’t all those three things. You blink few times and looked at Jungkook, you smile. “I feel the same way” you watched him snap his head, locking eyes with you.
You never seem him his happy before. “Really,” he said smiling really hard. “Yes”
“OMG, do you know how times I gave you hints, how I liked you?” You shake your head. “I really never noticed, to be honest. I thought I was too fat for you” You watched him get up from the chair and sat right next to you.
You’re taken back as he takes your hand into his. “Y/N, I like you for you. You’re an amazing girl I want to spend my time with. Getting to know for a year now, is the best thing that never happened in my life. I can go on and tell all the stuff I love about you. One thing I want you to know is, you’re perfect just the way you are”