no i love the door slam okay?

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“Grayson stop!!!” She giggles feeling Grayson’s finger’s against her sides, finger nails digging into the squishy skin of her hip. “No please please I’ll do anything!”

“Good thing i don’t want anything from you… well maybe one thing.” Gray jokingly says as he wiggles his eyes brows at his best friend. Gray would never think of her that way, maybe it would be a possibility if his brother wasn’t so head over heals in love with her.

Ethan watched the exact moment he watched his brother throw her bikini glad body into the pool, grumbling as he sat up against the long chair. The sound of the glass door’s slamming caught the pair in the pool off guard and she looked at Grayson surprised and Gray slightly guilty even though he held no feelings for her but hurting his brother with thinking he did.

“I’m going to see if he’s okay.” Meanwhile Ethan laid against his black fur sheets, bare chest rising with every puff of seething jealousy. 

“E? You okay?” Her voice causing his heart beat to pound against his ears, a small lump forming in her throat at the sight of her. A small yellow bikini that seemed to match the day as the sun came through the windows glistening off the water droplets falling from her body and onto his hard wood floor, running down the valley of her breast making it even harder to look away, but he did sticking his nose back into his phone.

“Ethan why did you get so mad at Gray throwing me into the pool? He does it all the time.” Ethan didn’t know what happened as he stood in front of her, jumping from his bed quickly. 

“Go hang out with Gray we know why that’s the only reason you’re here!” His face was hot, a deep red pigment filling the pale skin, finger raising in anger at her. “So go be with gray!”

“Are you really jealous right now? Over me spending time with Gray?!” Her voice was as loud as his taking a step close to try and stand at the same size as him, not taking any of his shit today. “I am not jealous.. just seem to notice you like gray more.”

The laugh that fell from her lips had him confused, it held no humor as she was only centimeters away from him now. “You’re a real fucking idiot Ethan Dolan if you can’t see i want you and not you’re fucking brother.”

In seconds his lips were pressed against hers, molding lips together falling together as tongues meet each other. Without thought she pushes him against the bed in sitting position. Breath hot against her neck as she lets out a soft moan as his finger unwrap the tied bow of her bikini top, soft fingers burning against her flesh.

Princess | Peter Kavinsky

Originally posted by wiredin

I sighed resting my head back against the bus seat, I hated taking the bus but Peter and I were in a weird spot right now so of course I wasn’t going to sit in awkward silence with him just to get a ride to school.

“Why so blue L/N?”

I opened my eyes to see Jake Brakowski, turned around in the seat in front of me, with a soft smile of his lips.

Any other girl’s heart would flutter at the sight but mine belonged to Peter. I didn’t answer him, just looked at him, hoping my eyes would tell him the story my brain couldn’t.

“Let me guess it’s the boyfriend?” He folded his arm over the seat and rested his chin on them.

I simply nodded and looked out the window, wondering what Peter was doing, probably focused on Lara Jean like he always was.

She was pretty, I knew she was. She had such great style, is really nice and she was so smart. I was jealous, but of course I wasn’t going to admit that, so when Peter asked me why I was always so cold around her I couldn’t simply swallow my pride. Instead I was vague with my answers, barely looking him in the eyes because I was afraid if I did he would realise how much better off he is with her and would leave me.

He stormed out of my room, after an hour of my childish act, I didn’t blame him for slamming my door shut and leaving me to my thoughts. I felt extremely guilty, sick to my stomach even, because I love Peter and I’m so afraid that he won’t want me because of how insecure I am.

“Hey,” James pulled me away from my thoughts again. “You guys are going to be okay. I mean you guys are everyone’s couple goals.” He smiled and I couldn’t help but smile back.

The bus stopped and everyone piled out, I waited until everyone trailed out, not wanting to get trampled, and James seemed to wait with me. We walked out together and he threw his arm over my shoulder.

“Keep your head up, or you’re not going to win best smile like in the 6th grade.” He teased, brushing his fist on my chin softly. “I mean you were lucky that year because Jessica got hit in the face with a soccer ball and lost her tooth, but you’re still a knockout, you got to know that at least.”

I laughed and blushed as he continued complementing me while we walked to class, I knew it was all to make me feel better, but it was working. For a moment I forgot about my fallout with Peter, I felt okay.

That is until, said tall brown haired boy came storming around a corner towards James and I.

“What the hell is going on here? You getting cosy with my fucking girlfriend Brakowski.” He shouted, getting angry pushing against Jake’s chest, who quickly took his arm off my shoulder, backing away.

“N-No, she just looked down and I was helping her feel better.” He tried to defend himself but Peter was in a rage and just pushed him again.

I forced myself between the boys, pressing my hands on Peter’s chest, “Stop it, he really was just helping me feel better okay?”

“No. Not okay. You’ve been acting weird all month, and finally we when stop talking to each other you cozy up to this idiot. Is this why you’re also so quiet because you were planning on leaving me for this punk? Huh?!”

“Peter I’m not talking to you when you’re like this, so calm down or we’re not talking. Just find me when you’re done being an asshole.”

I shoved myself away from his chest and stormed off, not wanting to deal with him in this state, because it made me both angry and terrified. I hated when Peter yelled, it reminded me of when my parents would fight and that always scared me to the bone.

I sat at the top of the bleachers, my legs to my chest, my face hidden in my elbow as I sniffed and brushed away my tears. I was so confused and hurt, my mind felt all muddled and my heart was lost in my head.

I got so lost in myself that I didn’t even realise that someone sat beside me.

“Princess you got to tell me how you feel. I don’t understand anything anymore.”

I sniffled and chuckled, “I don’t either.”

“All I need to know is if you love me or that…” he sighed, stopping himself from getting angry, “or Brakowski?”

“You Peter, it’s always been you.” I assured him, turning to face him.

“Then why where you being so cold?”

I took a deep breathing knowing I’d have to just be honest with Peter, “because I wasn’t sure who you loved.”

“What are you talking about?”

I sobbed suddenly and held my hand over my mouth to silence my cries, Peter quickly pulled me in close to him, and I cried on his shoulder. Not being able to stop the tears anymore, just crying my eyes out until I had none left inside me.

Finally, all that escaped my body was sniffles.

“Lara Jean.” I mumbled into his jacket.


I pulled away and looked at my hands in my lap, “I said, Lara Jean, she’s the girl who made me feel this way.”

“What did she do to you?”

“Nothing… Nothing at all, well besides captivate your attention,” I chuckled coldly.

“What? She’s just my friend Y/N.”

“It doesn’t feel like that, when you cancel our plans to be with her. When you abandon me just because she calls out to you. When you don’t answer my calls or texts, but when we’re together and she happens to text or call you, you immediately stop our conversation to talk to her. I just don’t feel like I’m your number one anymore Peter. And you know me, I’m not going to fight to be important to you. Either it’s me or it’s not.”

He sighed and looked down at my broken state, my eyebrows frowned in frustration, and my lips slightly parted as I debated on whether or not I needed to say anything else. Slowly he took my hands in his and brought them to his lips before resting them in his lap.

“You are the most important person in my life, beside my mother and my brother Y/N, and you should know this, it’s my job to make sure you do, but I’ve failed you. I let you think that some girl was more important than you, but she’s not.” His voice cracked and I felt the tears prick my eyes again. “You are my sun, my moon and my stars. You’re my princess Y/N and I’m so sorry that I made you question if I loved you at all, because truly, you have my entire heart. I don’t want anyone else but you. You have to believe me.”

“I do, but why were you giving her so much attention then?” I needed to put my mind at ease.

“Because,” he sighed. “She was helping me pick out this.”

Suddenly Peter got down on one knee, and pulled out a little black box and I gasped. “No. No way, what is happening?”

“Y/N,” he softly grabbed my left hand and kissed my knuckle again, “I love you so, so, so much, and I plan on marrying you one day but for now will you accept this promise ring, and be my princess forever? Well until we have a little girl and then you become my queen.”

I chuckled and started to cry again, “Of course I will.”

Peter quickly slid the ring onto my left ring finger, knowing I would immediately jump into his arm, and wrap my arms around his neck soon after. He continuously told me he loved me over and over again, kissing my neck, making me giggle in his arms.

I pulled away for a second and admired Peter’s face, I pushed back his curls and left a kiss on the corner of his lips, making him roll his eyes.

“If you’re going to kiss me, you better kiss me properly princess.”


Hi again, wow I’m actually on a roll. I am feeling so much love from everyone and I can’t stop writing, but I also think it’s because I haven’t been to work in a few days so the life hasn’t been sucked out of me yet. But I know this isn’t as long as my other ones but I hope you still enjoy it!

Anyways thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who is liking and reblogging my stuff, like it’s crazy, never felt this much love before. Especially as my followers are growing like literally two night ago I was on 839 and now I’m 87 followers away from 1k and it’s blowing my mind, I started this blog barely over two years ago and I’ve so close to 1k I feel like crying lol

Anyways again, I’m working on another Peter K smut but I want you guys to send in more requests they’re fun and I like including you guys in my work, so don’t forget to request your little hearts out 

I love you  ♡

I let you go because you wouldn’t let up on me, pressing the air out of my lungs. I needed to breathe freely. I hoped for a clean cut but you wouldn’t give up easily. It wasn’t that you were fighting for me, it was that you were fighting for dominance over me.

I got free despite your furious flurry of accusations and manipulations. You wanted me to keep an open mind so you could occupy mine. I was blind for too long but now I see your true colors. All the red flags behind me blaze a trail leading to you.

But it’s okay, at least I got away. Changed lanes from the speed trap I flew down with you to a slower, steadier pace. Found my way back to healing, helped along by people who know how to love.

—  Highway from Hell

lumenlight  asked:

I saw that you were asking after sterek prompt so I hope this one will inspire you : Stiles is haunted by a ghost but they are not a mean one, they think Stiles and Derek are true love and attempt to get them together...

“No, seriously, my house is haunted,” Stiles tells Derek.

Derek looks around the old house doubtfully. “Just because it’s old, doesn’t mean it’s haunted.”

“It’s haunted,” Stiles says, kicking Derek softly from across the couch.

Derek catches his foot before Stiles can kick him again and then puts it in his lap with a roll of his eyes. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“My house being haunted doesn’t help me sleep at night!” Stiles exclaims, waving his hands around. He should’ve known Derek wouldn’t believe him. Derek is like Stiles: he needs proof. Stiles looks around the house like he could see the ghost, but of course… he can’t

The ghost only acts up when Derek isn’t here. They’re strangely silent when Derek is here. Stiles says as much.

“Maybe your ghost likes me,” Derek offers.

“More than I do right now, that’s for sure,” Stiles mumbles.

Derek squeezes Stiles’ foot hard enough to get his attention but not hurt him. “You’re rude,” Derek says plainly.

“Yeah, and yet you’re still here,” Stiles says, gesturing with his arms. “I’ve been trying to get rid of you for years.”

“Is that why you invited me over for dinner and to watch movies?” Derek asks, looking mockingly confused.

“You’re an ass,” Stiles tells him matter-of-factly.

Derek nods solemnly. “But your ghost likes me.”

Stiles rolls his eyes because Derek is ridiculous. He doesn’t know why he even likes Derek… as a friend just to be clear. No romantic feelings here whatsoever. Not even a little.

Derek’s hand is circled around Stiles’ ankle, his thumb idly rubbing the bare skin right below Stiles’ sweatpants.

Okay, maybe a little.

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a letter to everyone who’s ever hurt me;

i am so god damn tired of hearing “you did nothing wrong, you deserve better, you deserve so much love, i don’t deserve you.” it is engraved in my fucking head. i want to rip out my teeth and slam them into your heart so you know how it feels to cough up broken pieces of a person you once loved. because you shoved all of these words down my throat and i was convinced, maybe for once, someone felt it too. it’s like putting money in a machine, fuel me and make me work and I’ll confine to your needs. give me happiness and I’ll give you all my love. with one smile i will give you my ribs, with one touch, one call, i will personally rip my heart out with my bare hands and place it right into yours and I’ll do you a favor and ignore your trembling hands and instead, I’ll shoot you with a, “hey, how ya doing? haven’t talked to you in a while!” text cause i have never been one for subtlety or expressing how i feel. “im sorry. you deserve more, you don’t deserve that, you deserve so much love!” then why does this keep happening to me? if i deserve more, why is all of my love one sided? unrequited? why is my heart layered in stitches and still im the one who always gives. if you are so sorry why in the fuck do you keep letting me crash and burn? why in the fuck did you think it was okay to tell me you loved me and then not speak a word to me for three fucking months? i have always been one to remember everything and i remember the way your lips felt on mine for the very first time and how i was so in shock i couldn’t even kiss back but i swear to fucking god i felt my veins turn into fireworks and my body into a land mine and with one more touch i thought that i just mightve exploded and jesus fuck i don’t even know how you feel and i have destroyed myself pondering over it and they tell you that their touch means forever but all i can think about is you telling me i deserve better but if i deserve so much more why will no one reach out and give it to me? i am choking on water and drowning in my own house because i gave you the key and i trusted you with all i had but when you walked away you left the faucets on and i wondered why i just couldn’t stop crying. i think you slammed the door too hard, i think my water bill is too high, i don’t even bother to wipe my eyes because all i can think about is your smile and how it made me feel like i was finally safe but all i ever am is somewhere for people to go when they need to take refuge, and i am never a permanent home, just a quick little stop, a let’s take a break, unwind and ruin the foundation kind of stop. an “oh its okay it’ll only hurt a bit” kind of stop, an “i love you.” kind of stop but i always love more, so can you stop? i can’t stop bleeding, i can’t stop scratching myself raw, i can’t stop screaming because all i am good for is always loving more and i am so beyond tired of hearing how i deserve better, maybe i don’t want better, maybe i am ready for a fight, maybe i am fragile and gentle and cry all the time over the smallest thing because one bad thing just sends my heart crumbling but i want a love that rips me apart and maybe im already in pieces but i really wouldn’t mind if you turned me black and blue because i swear to god, no matter what, im always going to love more so i might as well just see how much i can take before i collapse on the floor and i am so tired of always being the one with the brave face and im tired of forgiving without even a slight trace of an apology and i don’t even give a shit that you don’t talk to me anymore because maybe i did deserve more and maybe i finally found it but im afraid this fire is unrequited too and i am so tired of burning one second and being ice cold the next and all i need is consistency but i get summer days filled with winter nights and i am sorry for always loving more. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen but we all know that is a god damn lie because my hearts already prepped and ready for the next gaping chest i see. // i think that’s my problem, im always one to give without them even asking for anything but i cannot stop stitching up soldiers in a war i wasn’t even drafted in.

How Snape Haters Think The HP Books Were Written

Professor Snivellus bounced into the Potions room menacingly, glaring at everyone and everything with murder in his eyes. He slammed the door on Neville’s face and said “Oopsie doopsie!” while flaunting his robes for the world to see.

“Today,” said Professor Snivellus, “we’re going to learn about how I’m such a great person and why Lily Potter belonged to me.”

“Wait, Professor,” Hermione said, “shouldn’t we be learning potio—“

“OH MY GOD, I’M SUDDENLY DEAF!” screamed Professor Snivellus. “A filthy Mudblood has opened her mouth and she has ugly teeth! 100000 points to Gryffindor!”

Hermione was traumatized. Every single day after that class, she lay crying in bed, Professor Snivellus’s words replaying in her mind. Neville and her ended up starting the “Therapy From Potions Class” club.

“Let’s start with something else then. Longbottom, give me your toad.”

Neville handed Trevor over to Professor Snivellus, who promptly threw the toad out the window.

“YEET,” said Professor Snivellus, “I’m such a great teacher.”

All I Ask Of You

A @mlsecretsanta​ gift for @miraculouspaon​! Some fluffly Marichat for you!

Have a Happy Holliday!

NOTE: This fic includes songs and lyrics from various musicals, so scattered throughout are links to youtube videos for those songs. Enjoy!

Chat Noir loves musicals.

It really shouldn’t surprise me. Cats exists, of course he loves musicals. After he found out I’m into musicals, it’s all he talks about when we’re on patrol. But I can’t even remember how we got on the subject. I think I was humming a few bars of ‘76 Trombones’ from The Music Man one day and he recognized it instantly. He started talking about various musicals he’d seen, either live or recorded, musicals he wanted to see (Hamilton and The Lion King topped the list), and his favorite songs from each. Which leads me to my second discovery.

Chat Noir has a beautiful voice.

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Harry Hook - Preppy Pink Princess

Originally posted by unchxxrted

Requested By: Anon

Request:  can i request one where harry hook and his girlfriend, the daughter of mother gothel, are at auradon & she’s used to him flirting a lot with everyone but when she sees him flirting with the daugther/son of rapunzel, thats when she gets mad/jealous (bonus if he’s caressing her face with his hook while he’s trying to fix the situation)

Authors Note: I’m really sorry about how short this is, and that it’s kind of rushed, but I still hope you enjoy it! I had a lot of trouble with this, and I’m not very happy with it, but I’m hoping it turned out decent! 


“You’re acting ridiculous, love.” Harry laughed, his figure directly behind your own as you stormed up the stairs and toward your new dorm.

“What do you mean I’m acting ridiculous? How the hell am I acting ridiculous?” You asked, your voice dripping in venom as you slammed open your door and made your way inside. 

Harry laughed again, his usually darkly outlined eyes bright and full of life as he made his way toward you.

“You’re jealous of a princess. A preppy, pink princess.” 

You snickered, quickly crossing your arms in front of your chest and giving him a daring glare. 

“I’m not jealous, okay?” You snapped, “But I am pissed off about the fact that you were flirting with some girl right in front of me!”

Harry gave you a smug grin, his eyes boring into you as he pressed his chest against yours.

“I flirt with everyone, Y/N.” He reminded, “Besides, I did it all the time on the Isle. What’s so different about me flirting with that chick?”

“Because she’s Rapunzel’s daughter!” You seethed, “And because there’s no reason for you to flirt with the people around here!”

“And there was a reason for me to flirt with people back on the Isle?”

“Of course there was no reason, but at least the people on the Isle knew not to flirt back!” You raged, your hand reaching up and poking Harry in the chest. “Besides, we’re at Auradon now. I can’t do anything to these people when they piss me off like I could back on the Isle!” 

Harry cracked up at that, his eyes scrunching together in pure amusement as he threw his head back and laughed. Giving him another glare, you hit him in the chest, the whole situation just as serious to you as it was funny to him. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He laughed. “It’s just so funny, seeing you get so worked up about this random chick. I mean, I get that you’re Gothels daughter, but still! It’s so unlike you!” 

You rolled your eyes, an angry sigh escaping your lips as you continued to stand face to face with your way too amused boyfriend.

“This isn’t funny, Har!” You growled, your voice slightly more sad than it was before. “I know you’re just joking around and stuff, but I don’t like it when you flirt with people like that. I’ve NEVER liked it when you flirt with people like that. I mean, can you imagine how that makes me feel?” You questioned, your eyes holding a sense of insecurity that Harry wasn’t used to seeing. 

“Hey…” He whispered, a slight chuckle still in his voice as he looked at you with the kindest eyes you had ever seen. “You know I’m just messing around. You have nothing to worry about.” 

“Well, it doesn’t feel like it sometimes.” You admitted, your eyes looking straight at the ground as the embarrasment of you insecurities began to set in.

Harry let out a breathy sigh, the amused look on his face completely gone as he seen just how much his joking antics had affected you.

“Hey, I’m sorry.” He whispered, his left hand cupping your cheek and making you face him. “I didn’t mean anything bad by it. It’s just something I’ve always done.”

“I know.” You huffed, the warmth from his hand making you dizzy. “And I know you’re just messing around.” You continued. “But it just really gets to me sometimes.” 

“Well then why didn’t you say anything?” He asked, a look of guilt and realization washing across his face. 

You shrugged, your eyes looking straight into his as you attempted to explain. “I don’t know. I guess I was afraid of seeming like the jealous type.” You whispered, “Besides, we already have so many qualities that drive each other crazy. I didn’t want to give you another thing to add to the list of things to dislike about Y/N.”

Harry laughed at that, a small smile playing on his lips as he leaned closer to you. 

“Love, I’m pretty sure I give you a new quality to add to my list every single day.” He joked, the hook in his right hand lifting from his side and gently caressing your face. “Besides, you look hot when you’re angry. I’d never dislike that about you.” He winked, the slight tickle from his hook making you shiver.

“But I am sorry.” He suddenly continued, his hand leaving your face and resting on your hip, the tip of his hook lightly pressing into the small of your back.”I didn’t know it bothered you that much. I won’t flirt with princesses anymore.” He promised, a small smile forming on his lips. “I’ll save it for the Isle girls.”

You rolled your eyes, his words seemingly insincere but his eyes holding a love so deep that you knew he really was sorry. 

“You better be.” You chuckled, suddenly pushing him away from you and crossing your arms in front of your chest. Because if you keep doing it, I definitely won’t deal with it like a preppy, pink princess.”

anonymous asked:

Headcannon where MC refuse to answer any phonecalls or talk to RFA+V+Saeran because she has toothache and don't want to tell them because she had been warned not to eat too much sweets by them. But the gang misunderstood, thinking that MC ignoring them or mad at them??


I didn’t do Jaehee because I think she’d be really calm and understanding, and wait patiently until you eventually tell her—although she’d still be slightly nervous for the entire time until you revealed the truth. 

Same with V (especially V, he would probably just quietly blame himself until your toothache gets better so you can tell him…)

But here you go~!



  • You’d already been ignoring him all day
  • Usually you’d cheerfully reply to him as soon as he sent the messages
  • He was beginning to worry if he had done something wrong
  • After all… he had lied to you about not playing LOLOL last night, in exchange that you wouldn’t eat sweets…
  • Oh no. Maybe you found out about his lie.
  • He left hundreds, woah, wait it just became thousands, of voicemails on your phone
  • “Why won’t you return my calls >_<”
  • “MC… I’ll give up LOLOL if you would just talk to me!”
  • “Please… I’m sorry for breaking my promise….”
  • As his voicemails blasted from your phone one after the other, you felt more and more clueless—what in the world was he talking about?
  • Seriously, what crime had he committed to apologize so intensely? Your phone had been vibrating the entire f*cking morning.
  • When your phone rang AGAIN, you picked it up
  • “DAMMIT Yoosung, SHUT UP ALREADY!! It’s not my fault if you committed a crime! Don’t drag me into this!”
  • You hung up angrily, glaring at your phone as you rubbed on the outside of your poor, poor toothache.
  • Meanwhile:
  • Yoosung was tearing up from your phone call. S-she considers it a crime…? NOOOOOO!!
  • “I’LL NEVER LIE AGAIIIIIIN!!!” he bawled
  • And the misunderstandings only continued to grow.
  • (But your tooth felt better!!)


  • “Baaaabe… why won’t you talk to me?”
  • You’d cancelled out on a date, and you hadn’t talked to him the entire day PLUS you hadn’t answered his nightly phone calls—it was a TRADITION between the two of you, TRADITION!!
  • Now Zen was at your door, half sobbing as you refused to let him inside the apartment.
  • You were suffering from a toothache, and you really really didn’t want to talk to him right now
  • He’d even been telling you yesterday, “Babe, I know you love sweets but it’s not good to eat too many! If you really need something sweet… you can have me, instead!”
  • …to which you pushed him aside and took another cookie from behind him.
  • Zen’s knocking persisted, “I know you’re in there! Please come out? We can talk about it… Was it a fake scandal or something? You know I only love you… It must be a misunderstanding, let’s talk, okay?”
  • He was starting to sound desperate, and you almost felt sorry for him… BUT.
  • Yes, BUT, your pride still won over your sympathy. There was no way you were going to let him know that he had been right, that you shouldn’t have eaten so many sweets.
  • His knocking suddenly stopped when another door slammed open- probably your neighbour’s.
  • You could almost hear Zen’s jaw drop to the ground
  • He would never cheat on you.
  • “What the- no stop, don’t touch me!” Zen shrieked.
  • The old lady’s voice came again, “Oh my, come to think of it, you’re actually quite handsome… Well, since you’re a naughty, unfaithful lad anyway, why don’t you come with me?”
  • “MC?! GOD SEVEN? HELL, EVEN JUMIN HAN!! I’ll forgive you for everything, even your inability to see my beauty, just please save me…”
  • Screams of agony filled the apartment building.


  • “MC. Don’t eat all the sweets at once, you’ll get a toothache, okay?” he said calmly as he gifted you a box of assorted candy.
  • That had been what he told you last night, to which you had carelessly nodded to without really paying attention. You really regretted not listening to him now—but there was no way you would let him have the satisfaction of being right.
  • You proceeded to lock yourself in the room for the day so you wouldn’t have to face him. When he called you to say he’d be coming home from work soon, you only hummed a short reply. “Mhm…”
  • Concerned by your short, seemingly distant reply, he arrived home almost immediately after the call.
  • In swift, long strides, he’s walked to the door of your bedroom, knocking every now and then.
  • “MC..? Are you feeling sick?” Knock knock.
  • “Should I call a doctor?” Knock knock knock.
  • “Do you need Elizabeth the 3rd?” Knock knock.
  • “I’m sorry for hogging her last night. I promise to share her wonderful embodiment of fur with you the next time.” Knock.
  • “Or are you, perhaps, hungry…? Oh. Could it be your time of the month? I have heard women tend to be grumpy and irritabl-“
  • You swung open the door, glaring at him. “Hmph!” you grunted, refusing to open your mouth to reply.
  • He stared.
  • And stared.
  • …and stared.
  • “PFFT!” then he burst out laughing. “GYAHAHAHAH—you! You look! HAHAHAHH!!”
  • What the- who died and replaced the serious, dull Jumin Han with this out of character laughing freak??
  • Seriously, this guy’s sense of humour was whack.


  • The number that you are trying to reach is not available right now. Please call again later.
  • The number that you are trying to reach-
  • The number that you-
  • The nu-
  • Beeeeep, beeeep, beeeep, beeep…
  • All seven of Seven’s phones couldn’t get in contact with you right now.
  • He knew that you were home—the GPS on your phone showed it! And you hadn’t left your house today either, according to his security cameras. (Stalker alert lololol)
  • Instead of trying to bother you more, he began to sulk in the corner of his dark, dark room.
  • I don’t deserve her.
  • She probably hates me now.
  • Mushrooms were growing on top of his head as each thought made him more and more depressed.
  • It’s no wonder… I didn’t share the last Honey Buddha Chips with her yesterday…
  • MC -
  • His phone suddenly rang, showing your caller ID.
  • “MC?!” he exclaimed excitedly.
  • Seeeveeeen… I can’t take it anymore!” your muffled voice came through the speaker. “My tooth… It hurts too much!! I’m sorry I ate all your boxes of Honey Buddha Chips… Ugghh…”
  • WHAT!?!
  • “WHAT DID YOU SAY?” he shouted, eyes widening in horror.
  • No. NO. That can’t be!
  • Seven fainted.


  • Poke. Poke. Poke.
  • He snickered as he poked against your cheek, knowing that you were biting back tears from your painful toothaches.
  • “Grrr,” you growled at him angrily, narrowing your eyes as you pouted.
  • Say it. Tell me I was right. I waaarned you what would happen if you ate too much candy, didn’t I?” he sighed in mock pity.
  • You shook your head furiously, stubbornly refusing.
  • “MC~ I won’t give you the numbing medicine if you don’t say it~” he teased, grinning.
  • You let out a whiny whimper from your throat, giving him your best puppy look face, trying to look pitiful. Instead, this lil asshole only laughed at you.
  • Still, you kept your mouth shut.
  • “Tsk, fine, be that way,” he sighed dramatically, an amused glint in his eyes.
  • But you actually did continue to ignore him, for the entire day. He began to worry if you were really mad at him, and he poked his head into your room to check up on you quietly, not wanting to say anything that could upset you. (It was so cute, awwh)
  • Truthfully, your toothache was even worse now, and you didn’t even have the motivation to let him know that you weren’t mad.
  • So when you woke up the next morning, you found breakfast and ice cream on your table, with a little note next to it.
  • I’m sorry about yesterday, will you forgive me?’
  • Awwww, Saeran~!!
the last ten months

prompt: the last ten months of your relationship with lin and he shows up at your doorstep

pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader

word count: 2,790 someoNE TAKE THE ALPHABET AWAY FROM ME

warnings: mentions of sex, light swearing probably, lil bit of angst

a/n: i’m actually really proud of this but lemme know what u think xoxoxoxo 


You heard the knock on your door but tried to ignore it. It was 2:03 a.m., and you had a show tomorrow. When the pounding got louder, you groaned. Grumbling, you blindly patted your nightstand looking for your glassed. Pushing them onto your face, you pulled yourself towards the door.

You had barely hiked up your sweats by the time you saw him.


He was soaked to the bone, dripping on your front step. You had to rub your eyes to make sure you were seeing this right, the previous ten months flashing before you as he breathed out:


ten months before.

You had been studying there for no more than an hour when the door chimed. Usually, you were the only one here. The coffee shop was practically off the grid and on the verge of going bankrupt, so the signal of a customer surprised you. Nevertheless, you went back to studying for your chemistry exam.

But when you heard his laugh, your head shot up. He was on the phone. You tried to go back to your work again.

Each time though, it got harder and harder to solve the never ending equations in front of you. Sighing, you threw your pencil down. 

The brunette two tables away turned. Sheepishly, you mumbled an apology. He had his computer out now, probably working on something. He smiled though, something you don’t see often enough in New York.

“Whatcha working on?” he added before you could ignore him.

You looked down at your work before responded, “Chemistry,” you sighed.

“Yikes,” he laughed, “I failed that as a sophomore.”

That made you grin, turning a little so you could see him more clearly.

“What about you?” you pushed. His smiled grew, making your chest swirl,

“This,” he said, patting his computer, “is my current pride and joy.”

Your eyebrows shot up, interested.

“I’m writing a musical.” he said. You instinctively leaned forward, wanting to hear more. “It’s about Alexander Hamilton.”

“First Secretary of Treasury.” 

His eyes lit up, “Yeah!”

He moved his chair closer, “I’m Lin,” he said as he extended his hand.

“Y/N,” you smiled.

nine months before

He saw you again. Every day for a month. He would sit in his seat, maintaining his distance, not wanting to push you. He showed up every day at three and got nervous when you weren’t there. Once, after about three weeks of this, he this slip. You blushed at his concern. However, knowing that you weren’t going to be there today, you left a note for the barista.

He arrived at the cafe, immediately searching for you, ready to share his new ideas with you for the show. When he saw the empty cafe, he panicked. 

“Chill, dude. She left you a note,” the barista said, pointing to your usual table. Sure enough, there was a white piece of paper labeled: Lin

He rushing to read it, he nearly tripped over the chair in front of him. The barista rolled her eyes at him. 

Reaching the paper, his eyes scanned the words quickly.

Lin -

I have an interview today. I’ll see you tomorrow. Finish Helpless - I can’t get it out of my head and I won’t be satisfied until I hear the ending. 



ps: barista is grumpy today. play nice.

Lin smiled at the letter. He read it over and over, and practically had it memorized by the time he ordered his coffee. He was trying, really. He was trying really hard not to fall for you. But every time he saw you, he couldn’t tell if his heart stopped or if it just started beating really, really fast.

eight months before

Coffee has progressed. He had convinced you to go to a sandwich place downtown, and then a bookstore, and then his apartment. Nothing was labeled, and that seemed to make it both easier and harder.

Easier in the sense that you knew if you said something wrong, he wouldn’t flip. Harder in the sense that all you wanted was to feel his smirk against your lips.

Lin was banging working on a new song for the show as you read. Eventually, he got frustrated and slammed his hands on the keys, causing you to jump. He mumbled an apology, embarrassed. 

You offered a small smile, getting up and walking towards him. You placed your hands on his shoulders and his instinctively reached for them. You felt your heart flutter.

“Play it for me,” you tried.

He huffed, “It sucks.”

You shrugged, “Play it anyways.” And so he did. You made him slide over so you could side beside him on the piano bench. He felt your head fall on his shoulder. Lin didn’t even realize when his hand left the keys and grasped your own.

You didn’t leave until midnight, and he had almost convinced you to stay over. But you declined, you had an interview tomorrow. Before you left, he kissed your cheek. 

When you woke up the following morning, you still hadn’t stopped blushing.

seven months before

He felt different. Maybe it was the way your dress held to you, maybe it was the fact it was Valentines day. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t defined the relationship. Maybe it was the bottle of red wine you two split. Maybe it was you. But Lin was far too warm.

It was probably the alcohol.

It was most definitely you.

The day before, he had offered to take you out for dinner “as friends.” You obliged, happy to spend time with him. The two of you had become practically inseparable, almost everyone noticing. 

Your roommate, Kate, had even forced you into some red dress that nearly two sizes too small. Still, the look Lin gave you when you walked towards him that night made the fact that you couldn’t breathe manageable. 

“You look stunning,” he gushed.

That night, he kissed you. 

You were standing on the doorstep to your apartment, positive Kate was waiting up for you. He hadn’t made a move, and you almost left. But then his eyes were on you, and then his hands were, and then his lips were. 

Feverishly, you clutched onto his jacket, pulling him flush against you. You could feel his smile against your lips. You were flying.

As he walked home, - well, more like skipped home - he texted his buddy Anthony.

to: anthony

Is ten minutes too soon to call?

from: anthony

How much do you like her?

to: anthony

Way more than I probably should.

from: anthony

Then you should’ve called her five minutes ago.

six months before

Some called it sexual tension, some called it chemistry. You called it teasing, he called it a curse. 

So, after making out with him nearly every night - because God, that boy was a fantastic kisser - you started to feel a little guilty; maybe he wanted more.

You remembered stressing about it the night before. You absolutely wanted to sleep with him. Just the thought of his hands on you had you dropped into a puddle. 

Still, you weren’t sure if he’d like you after. What if all he wants is sex? What if I’m not that good? He’s going to leave me.

Stop it, you thought. Lin wasn’t like that…right?


When you rang his doorbell the following day, he was wearing a teeshirt and sweats. Still, seeing you all dressed up in the maroon dress Kate had picked out the night before, he panicked.

“Did I forget we had a date? You look beautiful - I can go change. God, you look beautiful -” he was rambling.

You laughed lightly and shook your head. Walking into his apartment, you swallowed your pride.

“We need to have sex.”

He gaped, stumbling over his words, “Uh -”

You held a hand up, “We need to have sex.”

He took a step towards you. Bashfully, he muttered something to his feet. Immediately, you turned, “What?”

“I’m not ready,” he said again, this time stronger. 

You blanched, repeating yourself, “What?”

“I really, really like you. And I want to have sex with you, God - I want to have sex with you, but I don’t want to ruin it if we do. I want it to be special with you, because - because, you’re special.”

You paused before taking his hand, “I thought I was making you wait. I didn’t want you to leave me because we weren’t having sex.”

Lin’s smile calmed your nerves, “I’m not going anywhere.”

five months before

Being with him was like standing too close to the sun. Your whole body was constantly burning, but there was never a dull moment. Everything was always moving with him. He was kinetic energy.

But your favorite moments were the ones at piece. Where the furniture, people, lives around you were in constant motion, but you were there. With him. Calm.

He was the eye of the hurricane; everything was quiet, for just a moment.

Times like these were rare: when his hips rolled over yours; when he would ask to try on your glasses to make fun of how blind you were; when he would buy your favorite ice cream, knowing you wouldn’t pick it up yourself; when you had to wear a scarf to cover up last night’s kisses; when he held you.

They were small, but they made your chest feel light and your toes tingle. So when he came home that night, pizza in one hand, a bottle of champagne in the other, you couldn’t shake the thought of loving him. You couldn’t shake the thought that this man was changing your life and you were doing exactly what you told yourself not to do: falling in love with him.

Still, just a week he said it first. He didn’t mean to. He was hanging up the phone with you when it happened.

“I’ve got to stay late today,” he said. He was at a workshop for Hamilton, the play finally coming together. 

“Okay,” you said, working around the kitchen. You had planned to cook, but now that he wouldn’t be home for a while, you grabbed a box of CheeseItz and sat on the couch.

Lin signed something Karen had brought over, holding the phone between his shoulder and his ear.

“I miss you.”

You heard him chuckle lightly, “I miss you more.”

“Get back to work,” you teased.

“Okay, okay. I’ll see you when I get home.”


“Love you.”


You had both hung up before you realized what happened. Calling back so quickly, he had barely hung up the phone.

“Babe?” he asked, concerned.

“I love you too.”

four months before

You two had a big fight. It was bad. Your words were sharp as angry tears streamed down your face. 

It was the first time in weeks that you had slept at your own apartment, slamming his door on the way out. 

Kate held you as you cried, forcing you to turn off your phone as the endless dings only made you cry harder.

You didn’t sleep that night, so when you walked into the coffee shop, desperately in need of caffeine, you nearly broke down again at the sight of him.

Clearly, he hadn’t slept either. His hair was sticking up and his eyes were tired. The bags under them seemed to grow each day after work, but today seemed especially bad. 

He sat at the table, nursing a cup of coffee. Beside him was a bouquet of peonies next to him. You couldn’t mute the quick intake of air, snapping his eyes to yours. After a beat, he stood and took a step closer you. 

Simultaneously, you blurted out, “I’m sorry.”

He held you that night. And it was all you needed.

three months before

Lin left the week before. He was doing an interview in California and wouldn’t be back until the following Friday.

You were bored, honestly. You were bored of a quiet house. But worse than being bored? You missed him.

God, you missed him like hell. You missed the sound of his voice. You missed his endless piano playing. You missed his sweet notes you found of the counter when you woke up after him. You missed Sunday morning breakfasts where he would make blueberry pancakes and kiss you, tasting like maple syrup. You missed his warmth at night. You missed him.

So when your phone vibrated around 4:30 in the morning the following day, you checked it immediately.

from: Lin
I love you

You laughed lightly before your phone went off again.

from: Lin
I didn’t say that enough today

two months before

“What if they don’t like me?” you asked anxiously, refusing to get out of the car.

“Y/N, you have nothing to worry about. They are going to adore you.” 

You bounced your leg. He wanted you to meet his parents. Tugging slightly at your dress, you huffed before taking his hand. He shut the door behind you, pushing you against it.

“They,” he started, kissing your nose.

“Are,” Your forehead.

“Going.” Cheek.

“To.” Jaw.

“Love…” Neck - you stopped him, pushing lightly. You knew if he kept going, he was going to get whatever he wanted. So, with the dignity you had left, you stalked in front of him and made sure to sway your hips a little more than usual. He whistled before running to catch up with you.

(For the record, they did love you.)

one month before

He told you this might happen. He did. He told you that the play was gaining popularity and that if it were anything like In The Heights, it might be crazy. You didn’t expect him to be gone so much though. 

But as nights got later, and weekends away got longer, you started to worry if he had forgotten about you. 

Your fears rang true when he forgot to call home and tell you he was flying to Vegas for an interview.

Lin called the following day when he remembered that he said he would call… yesterday. He was even more scared when you didn’t yell at him. When your voice was calm. It was so calm, that he almost missed it.

“I can’t do this anymore.”


“Y/N,” he breathed.

You didn’t know what to do, so you just stood there. After a moment more of the only sound being the rain pounding on the roof, you sighed. 

You shook your head, “No.”

“Wait -” he tried, but you stopped him. 

This time, sharper, “No. You - you don’t get to do that. You can’t just disappear from my life and leave me and then a month later come back and pretend like everything is okay and that I’m just going to forget how bad you hurt me -”

“Y/N, let me explain -”

“No! You don’t get to. You don’t get to stand here, all… all wet and sad and expect me to just accept it!” He was getting closer.

“Y/N -”

“No!” You tried to shut the door, angry tears running down your face. He stopped you, dripping on your door mat.

“Y/N, you don’t know how hard I’ve tried to walk away. You don’t know how hard I’ve tried to forget your smile and your laugh and your touch but, but God, I can’t! Okay? I can’t.” You had stopped pushing him by now.

“Every day, I go to work and I sing these songs and I do these interviews and all I can think about is you. All I can think about is how awful I was at the end and how much I need you in my life, okay?” You were barely breathing.

“Every day, I sit and wonder: how the hell did I let you slip away? How the hell did I let the best thing that has ever happened to me slip away?” He had started to pace.

“Every day, you were perfect. Every day, you loved me no matter the mistakes I made. And every day, I left. And every damn day, you stayed. And God, I should’ve stayed. God, I should’ve stayed.” He stopped, turning to face you. You took a step forward.

“God, I should’ve stayed,” he managed before you cut him off, pushing your lips onto his. You weren’t sure if the water on his face was from the rain or his tear, but you clutched him like he was going to disappear into thin air at a moments notice. 

“You’re here now,” you finally said. Your lungs burned. Your eyes burned. Your heart burned. Everything burned. But he was there. And he held you. And he stayed.

BTS Reaction to You Being Scared of Them || Demon!AU


You backed away in fear as you stared at Jin. The familiar brown eyes that you loved weren’t there, in their place were two completely black voids.

You turn and dashed towards the door. The door was slammed shut by Jin, you could feel his breath on the back of your neck.

“Jagi, I thought you would love me no matter what. Were you lying?” He asked with a smirk. “It’s okay, you’ll learn what lying can lead to.” He turned you around and backed you against the door. “After all, lying isn’t a good virtue.”

Originally posted by kimbuffy


Yoongi was not among the blessed demons that could change their eyes and mimic a human’s. But, Yoongi felt blessed when he found out that he was tied to you. You were differently from normal humans, and he found that out as he observed you.

As Yoongi stared you down in you apartment hallway you were trying to figure out ways to escape from him. Every time you looked into his eyes it was almost like you were tied to him. When Yoongi looked down and laughed you took it as your chance. You tried to push him out of the way, but he was already a step ahead of you.

“Let go of me!” You begged. You voice cracked in fear. You didn’t know what the hell Yoongi was but you didn’t want to find out.

“Oh, you’ll be wanting me to touch you soon enough.” He smirked and let go of you.


“Leave!” You shouted to Hoseok. You were beyond terrified and you didn’t want Hoseok anywhere near you.

Hoseok was beyond angry, his black eyes followed your pacing figure. You had asked for all of the secrets and lies to be out in the open. But, some secrets were better left in the dark.

“But Jagiya, you asked for the truth.” He tried to mask his anger the best he could, “And now I’m going to tell you the truth. You’re mine, so where I go, you come with.”


You hid in the dark as you saw Namjoon’s skin ripple back to human flesh. But his eyes remained the same black.

Namjoon had been saying that he was going to be hanging out with friends but you had a gut feeling that he was lying. If only you weren’t nosy.

“Baby, it appears that the shadows have betrayed you.” Namjoon’s head snapped in your direction and you didn’t take another breath. You didn’t dare make a single move.

“Get. Away. From. Me!” You said as he walked in your direction. He smirked and held his hand over his chest.

“That’s not what you were saying last night.”

Originally posted by namjamjoon


You ran from Jimin, and you didn’t look back. Jimin didn’t chase you. He knew that you would be back soon enough. He had marked you and when a demon marks a human they have an irresistible scent to other demons. If another demon got a hold of you, you would come running back.

“You dumb human, you can’t leave me.” He muttered to himself.


Taehyung stared at you with an ominous gaze. You couldn’t tell when he was thinking, but he knew what you were thinking about. Your eyes showed your fear. You had yet to say anything since you had seen Taehyung’s eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he approached your frozen figure. When he held your face you began to tremble. “But don’t worry, everything will be fine.”

Then he heard a thought that he hated, how do I escape him?

“Although, now that you have seen me, you can never leave me.”


“Hey, babe, did you come here with anyone?” A drunk guy asked you. You were at a club with your boyfriend but he seemed to disappear.

“Yeah, I did.” You tried to tell him nicely.

He smirked and nodded. But then you felt someone’s hand on your ass. You snapped your head to the drunk man next to you. But before you could say anything Jungkook was already hauling the guy’s ass outside. You quickly grabbed your purse and followed him out. You ran into the parking lot and saw your boyfriend over the drunk man. You grabbed his shoulder and when he whipped around you were met with fear.

“What the fuck…” you trailed off and stared at your boyfriend’s black eyes. “Stay the fuck away.” You warned.

“But, I’m your Kookie. And you could never leave me.” He arrogantly stated.

In all seriousness (Damian Wayne smut)

Requested: Yes
Request:  Hi 👋 Can I request a Damian Wayne smut. Don’t really care about plot. Maybe Damian gets jealous or something idk.
Summary: Jealous Dami shows you who you belong to.
Word count: 640
Warning(s): SEX

The great Damian Wayne doesn’t get jealous, right? Or that’s what I thought. I had somehow managed to convince Damian to come out with me and a few of my friends. I hadn’t been out to party in a while so I thought it would be a good idea to go to the clubs of Gotham, keyword “thought”.

It was obvious that Damian wasn’t in to it at all, but he served more of a bodyguard function, or that’s what I convinced him of.I agreed to not drink, that was one of the things Damian made me promise when heading out, so I was completely sober all night.

I was out on the dance floor, grinding against someone behind me, having a great time. But I couldn’t shake the feeling of someone staring wholes in to my head. Soon the song changed, the strobe lights giving me more confidence, I wasn’t going to have a grumpy Dami ruining my night.

Half way through the song, Damian pulls me away, not saying anything. He even glared at the dude dancing with me, causing him to hide elsewhere in the crowd. 

He pulled me towards the unisex bathrooms, before pulling me in and slamming the door behind, securely locking it. 

Eyes wide, I’m unsure of what’s happening, Damian is always so loving and caring and not one to act upon emotions. But here I am, pushed up against the door, my hands above my head, his lips attacking my neck and uncovered shoulders.

 "Beloved, do you really think it’s okay to dance all up close and personal with those men.“ He grumbles, while sucking on the sweet spot near my ear. All I can do is moan, trying to subdue it the best I can, because we’re in a public place. 

"Those disrespectful guys that are always eating you up with their eyes.” He seethed, running his calloused hand up my thigh, before softly going over my clothed core.

 "Those ‘men’ that could never make you theirs.“ He spat, suddenly plunging two of his fingers in me, a loud moan leaving me. Dami fingers me unrelentingly, kissing me roughly to muffle my moans, holding my wrists above my head with just one hand. 

Before I could cum, he pulls his fingers out ,utter disappointment running through my body. He switches the position. 

His back is now facing the door, my facing him. He undoes his pants just enough to expose his hardened length that is now out in the open. He bends me over, pulling my dress up and moving my panties to the side. 

He plunges in me once more, not giving me a moment to adjust, his pace is  inexorable. His hands are gripping my waist, sure to leave bruises, but who cares about those, they should see what he did to my neck.

“Do you know who you belong to, beloved,” he questions between light groans.

“Yeah,” I moan out, nearing the edge of bliss, he could obviously feel it, as his thrusts become harder but more erratic.

Soon we both come undone. Damian quickly pulls out of me, making himself presentable again, his untamed locks even more messy. 

Dami can only grin when seeing my flustered and flushed face, mouth full of questions but unable to speak. 

“Go tell your friends that we’re leaving.” He says, unlocking the door and walking out.

I follow not far behind. 

After saying my goodbyes I get out of the club and walk to Damians Lamborghini, he opens the door for me and I sit in, him following not far behind. 

“I should make you jealous more often,” I giggle, as he starts the car.

Keep talking like that and we won’t even make it home,” He winks.

I can’t help but grin. “But in all seriousness, Habibti, remember that you’re mine.” 


With love,

An Anxious Wait

Request: Anonymous:  If you aren’t done with Sirius, could you please do 17, 20, 21 with him? Sorry you just write him so well.

#17: “Please.”

#20: “I’m pregnant.”

#21: “Are you scared?”

Summary: In which the reader tells Sirius she’s pregnant right before he gets whisked away for a life-threatening mission.

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Word Count: 1,450

Originally posted by fibu

There was silence in the room, a silence that didn’t register over the sound of rushing blood in your ears. You stared at the wall, heartbeat slowly racing more and more, until it physically hurt how hard it was beating. Your hand clutched the little stick tightly, a stick which had just last week delivered the most shocking news you had ever received.

It wasn’t until you heard the key enter the keyhole of the front door, that you finally moved. Struggling, hands shaking vigorously, you tried to take deep breaths.

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You Love Me?

hiii, been meaning to make this tumblr for months, but hopefully you like this! anyway, just being an aspiring actor

“Stop,” you whined, squirming in your bed and attempting to push Jason away from your face. He laughed lightly, continuing to pepper kisses across your face.

“Jason,” you dragged out his name, but did nothing further. Deep down you loved it, each kiss leaving a ghost of a smile on your face.

“Come on, let’s go get some McDonald’s. I’m hungry.” You glanced at the clock beside your bed: 3:47 A.M. You groaned, turning toward Jason again and cupping his face in his hands. He was shirtless in his boxers, hovering above you while you slept in a sports bra and some boxer shorts underwear – it was a particularly hot night in Angel Grove. You pulled Jason’s face closer to you and pecked his lips, meaning to pull away but Jason’s hand came up to cup the back of your neck and deepen it. You let out a small moan as he swiped his tongue on your bottom lip, pulling away to catch his breath.

“Fine,” you sighed, your heavy breathing matching his, “let’s go.” Jason smiled, pecking you again before throwing on his discarded sweats and a shirt, offering you your pajama shorts and the first shirt he saw on the floor.

“Stop switching the channels, I liked that song,” you switched it back to the previous station, listening as Ariana’s voice lowly filled the car. Your hand went back to rest on the center console, intertwining your fingers with Jason’s.

“You want the regular?” You nodded as Jason rolled up to the drive-thru window. You looked at his profile as he distracted himself with the person on the other side of the intercom. Your eyes traced his jaw to his hair, your hand unconsciously coming up to run your fingers through it. Jason turned to face you, smiling and leaning in to kiss your cheek as yours turned red having been caught. “Here you go babe,” Jason parked the car in an empty space and handed you your chicken nuggets and large fries, taking out his same order.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, diving immediately into the fries. Jason smiled, it was his turn to admire you. You and he had been dating for quite some time – five months. He had been hesitant to ask you out at first, even though he’d been wanting to for weeks. His duties as a ranger prevented that though. He’d read plenty of comic books and seen plenty of movies to know how much danger you’d be in if you were involved with him. But, when he saw you shove some bully off Billy, he knew he probably wouldn’t be able to contain himself. Even though he kept his secret from you as best as he could, but one day you had walked in on him morphing. He had been having trouble morphing lately, not being able to do it during practices. So, he took whatever time he had to himself, alone, to practice morphing again. When he finally did, you had walked in on him red-suited. That sparked your first argument, but after telling you the pact he made to keep his identity hidden, you’d eventually forgiven him.

Now, here he was looking at you – admiring you, for always being beside him. Through everything. He couldn’t love you anymore than he already did.

Not that he had ever told you that, though.

“I had fun this weekend, Jason.” You were bidding Jason a farewell before your parents got home from the anniversary weekend getaway. You both stood at your door entrance with him standing outside and you leaning on the door frame.

“I did too, babe.” He leaned up, due to your height advantage, and pecked you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you!” Jason turned around, not immediately realizing he had just told you he loved you for the first time – you, however, did not let it go unnoticed.

“Jason!” He turned around, confusion on his face – it still hadn’t registered in his mind. “Did you – did you just say you loved me?” And then Jason’s face turned to one of shock, his cheeks burning from embarrassment.

“I – no, I,” He scrambled to find words for what he said, not wanting to scare you off. “I didn’t!”

“Jason… it’s okay,” you walked toward him but his face went from embarrassed to defensive.

“No! I didn’t say I loved you. I didn’t mean it.” He didn’t mean for it to come out as bad or as harsh as it did, but he said it. And he couldn’t take it back. And, god, did that hurt. Jason recognized the look on your face quickly and tried to correct himself. “No! I just mean –.”

“No, I get it. I’ll see you at school.” You stormed into your house, slamming the door and locking it, not bothering to listen to the pounding on your door and Jason repeatedly screaming your name. You sank down into your bed and sighed, not noticing the few tears that hit your pillow.

Jason walked around the halls looking for you. He’d waited at your locker, waited by your first and third period, but didn’t find you until lunch. You were sitting with Trini. He walked over toward your table casually, not picking up his pace until you made eye contact and started to collect your things. “(Y/N)! Wait, baby. Please!” Trini looked at you and Jason confused. You two never fought, despite that one time when you found out he was a ranger.

“What, Jason?” Your words were sharp, harsh. And though it hurt him to hear you so mad at him, he pushed through it.

“I need to talk to you.”

“We don’t have anything to say to each other.” You continued to walk and Jason panicked so he did the only thing he could think of.

“I love you!” You stopped walking, turning to face him. Your eyes wide as you looked at everyone staring at you in the cafeteria. “I love you. I love you so much.” You walked toward Jason, begging him to quiet down. “No. I want everyone to know,” he grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers, holding them both up. “I love you, (Y/N) (L/N).”

Jason brought your conjoined hands to his lips, lightly kissing the back of your hands. His voice dropped to a whisper as he said, “I love you. I have for awhile. I’m sorry about yesterday. I freaked out because I thought it wasn’t what you wanted and I thought I was going to scare you away. I just don’t want to lose you.”

You cut off his rambling by cupping his face and bringing his lips to yours, kissing him deeply. Your hands reached up to wrap around his neck as he smiled through the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you slightly.

“I love you, Jason Scott. So much.”

“You guys are gross.” You both smiled at Trini, knowing she was joking with her smile.

Two Kinds Of Sex [a Poly E1/E2 Barry Allen smut]

Request: Can I just say how much I love anything poly! E2 Barry and E1 Barry? Especially smut. Sign me up for that every day


WARNING: Smut (threesome)

Okay,having two boyfriends is pretty awesome. They’re so different but they look exactly the same, ironically. The only downside is that they - “No, Barry, you’re wrong!” Argue a lot.

The door slams behind the two as they stop in the middle of the hallway, arms crossed, mirroring each other. E1 Barry frowns, eyebrows crinkling; tan skinny jeans scrunching at his ankles. “No, Bartholomew,” he teases, poking his doppleganger square in the chest, indenting his light blue sweater vest, “You’re wrong. I know our girlfriend, unlike you.” he shakes his head, shrugging off his red bomber jacket.

Fixing his glasses, E2 Barry huffs angrily, shoulders rising. “SWEETHEART!” he shouts, storming up the stairs, into the bedroom; his perfectly styled hair bounces up and down. You peek over your shoulder, stray water droplets from the shower dripping off your eyelashes. He comes in front of you, lips pecking yours. “You like making…passionate sex, right? Like when it’s sweet, romantic?” he asks timidly, nose scrunching under his thin rimmed glasses.

A wild blush blossoms across your cheeks and you swallow, going to open your mouth. There’s a loud whoosh; hands grabbing your waist, back pressed against his soft black sweater. “No, I’m telling you, rough is her favorite, huh, babe?” E1 Barry purrs behind your ear, hard on poking your ass, making you gasp. He smirks, “Told ya so.”

Fuming, the other Barry undoes his striped silver bowtie, pulling off his sweater vest, leaving him in his white button down. He cups your cheek, tilting his head to capture your lips; lower lip sucking on your upper one, glasses jumping slightly. Carefully, he unfolds the towel, letting it fall to the ground. “I love you, sweetheart.” he hums, trailing a string of kisses along your skin.

“Barry…” you say breathlessly, giggling when the metal glasses hit your stomach. Suddenly, a pair of firm hands grab both your breasts, squeezing hard. “Barry!” you moan, feeling the speedster bite harshly on your neck while the nerd leaves butterfly kisses on your body. E2 Barry’s hands run down your thighs lovingly, going towards the inside.

The scarlet speedster continues attacking your neck, fingers only leaving your soft skin to tug his pants down. “You want my cock inside you as he eats you out, baby?” he grunts in your ear, tugging your hair roughly.

You let out a whimper but nod. “Stop, you’re hurting her, Barr!” E2 Barry warns, green eyes filled with worry, thumbs circling your thighs. The other Barry stops, eying you for a signal to continue going.

“I-it’s okay… I want…god, both of you….please…” you pant, hands flying to E2 Barry’s hair, tugging it. The speedster smirks, pulling your hair as his doppelganger moans. Instantly, his dick is inside you and you gasp, trying to adjust to his size. You rock back and forth, biting your lip while Barry’s glasses dip down his nose, tongue entering your pussy. “Barry!” you cry out, getting cut off by a pair of lips.

His tongue drags inside you, moving with each thrust of your hips. A chuckle comes from behind you. “Scream, baby, scream our name.” your boyfriend commands, groping your breasts; hips snapping back and forth. Humming, E2 Barry sucks in, cheeks hollowing slightly, tongue darting back and forth.

You pull his light brown locks, ignoring how his glasses fall to the floor, making him stand up. “Ugh, Barry!” Your hands wrap around his neck, yanking his red, swollen lips to yours. A quiet moan escapes you, feeling Barry’s dick twitch inside of you. Another pair of hands grab your breasts, lips attacking yours.

While a knot forms in your stomach, Barry’s thrusts become sloppy and his breath heavy. “I-I’m… Oh….” he grumbles, hiding his face in your shoulder as he cums. You gasp, clutching your boyfriend’s neck, nose touching his freckled cheek. The three of you pant; you’re sandwhiched between the two of them.

“How was that, sweetheart?” E2 Barry questions softly, bending down to pick up his glasses; dress shirt soaked in sweat.

You glance between the two, “Amazing. I like both kinds.”

Reddie First Kiss

The color of the sky outside of Richie’s bedroom window was a hazy orange, the color of watered down soda at a cheap diner. Staring out at it calmed Eddie’s nerves as he sat on the edge of the bed waiting for the other boy to come back from the kitchen with the snacks he had promised. Eddie couldn’t quite understand why he was so nervous, he was 16 for Pete’s sake and had been in Richie’s room too many times to count.

And yet here he was staring into the sheets of Richie’s unmade bed halfway between wanting to take a puff from his inhaler to get over what a mess it was and wanting to bury his head in the covers just to get a hint of the soapy smell of Richie’s hair. Dizzy with indecision and the plaid of the pillow cover Eddie heard Richie’s voice shout from the hall and felt his heart rise up in his throat, he pushed it down quick almost wishing he didn’t have to.

“Okay I will!…No they’ll be over later!…No!…NO. MOM NO WE’RE PARTNERS…It’s a project!…They’ll ring the bell!…Thanks mom!”

The door slammed open and Eddie mentally slapped himself to get back into character, the mild-mannered best friend working on a history project; stressed out, distant, and occasionally conversational. Also very secretly in what Bill called ‘love’ but Eddie wouldn’t believe that for a second. In love with the Trashmouth? Give me a break—

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” Richie said walking into the room carrying a box of cookies under one arm and two glasses of milk in his hands. He pushed his glasses up on his nose with his wrist and smiled that goofy crooked smile that made Eddie’s heart sing.

Holy fuck.

Eddie cleared his throat and pulled his eyes back to his notebook where he noticed a old doodle on the bottom corner of the page of his and Richie’s initials inside an arrow-impaled heart. The book was closed and thrown in his bag to be burned at a later date.

“Well you were the one in the kitchen,” Eddie said ignoring how close Richie decided to collapse next to him. It took everything he had to keep from moving the strand of hair that was stuck to the side of his glasses. “I thought you were bringing saltines.”

“Yea I thought about it and then I remembered that saltines are for losers, Eds. This stuff is the real deal.” He said handing him a glass of milk, Eddie rested it on the side table next to him. “Besides, I love you.”

The world spun out of control as Eddie fell off the bed onto the hardwood floor. Gripping his inhaler he took a swing panting only half aware that Richie was trying to hoist him back on the bed.

“Jesus Eddie, are you okay?” Richie exclaimed sitting the smaller boy down next to him. His eyes were non-comical, edging with concern, Eddie felt a bead of sweat run down his forehead. This was possibly the worst feeling in the world.

“Sorry, I just—I fell.”

“No shit Sherlock,” Richie chuckled giving his shoulder a tight squeeze, he turned a got a cookie from the box and handed it over. “Here, chocolate is great for this kind of light headedness stuff.”

“Thanks,” Eddie said, his nerves jumped when he touched the tip of his fingers. “What did you say before?”

“That the brand is new?” Richie answered confused, Eddie sighed almost happy and sad at the same time turning back to his textbook. Eddie had been acting real strange lately, Richie hoped it wasn’t because of him.

Jeez was it slipping out that he liked him? He hoped to god not, he’d been trying so desperately to keep it under wraps but then he’d say shit like ‘what’s cookin’ good lookin’’ and want to shoot himself. Way to keep it on the DL Trashmouth, way to go.

Richie decided to keep things as undramatic as possible taking the other textbook in his lap and highlighting short paragraphs. Being absolutely silent was preferable to confessing his annoyingly prevalent crush, his motormouth was not to be trusted.

After a while Eddie couldn’t take it anymore, he looked up from his own book and risked a glance over to Richie who was leaning against the pale blue wall behind the bed, eyes on his book stuffing cookies into his face on occasion. He looked so peaceful, his chest rose slightly with each breath and he twiddled his highlighter around his fingers like a drumstick, Eddie wanted to scream. He slammed his book shut and stood from the bed.

Richie jumped slightly and tried not to focus on how adorable Eddie looked with his arms crossed against his chest, eyebrows furrowed in intense concentration and more on why he was so goddamn upset all of a sudden.

“Hit your head, Eds?” Richie chuckled nervously, going back to his highlighting. Perhaps if he pretended nothing was wrong, then nothing would be wrong. Of course that approach was massively unsuccessful when he tried to block out his feelings in the first place but hey, second time’s the charm. Eddie reached out and grabbed the book from his hands throwing it onto the nightstand.

“Don’t call me Eds,” Eddie said cheeks burning at the nickname that he secretly adored. “You’re being weird, Richie.”

“Weird? Eds, you had a fucking asthma attack when I brought up cookies!”

“Stop calling me that!”

“I’m sorry it’s a habit!”



“STOP SHOUTING UP THERE!” Richie’s mom called from downstairs, they remained dead quiet until the mutterings of the afternoon soap opera continued on the television.

“Eddie you’re giving me a heart attack what’s wrong with you?” Richie whispered violently.

“What’s wrong with me?” Eddie threw his head back laughing. “Rich you just said the word ‘considerate’ with absolutely no joke attached who are you?”


“No! You’re so nice all the time these days’s I don’t understand you’ve just changed.”

“Well you keep tripping over your words whenever we hang out Eddie—”

“I know,” Eddie hissed. “I can’t help it, I’m a social disaster.”

“We’re both different if anything and I have no idea why I’m so nice to you but I can’t stop it’s awful I hate it.”

Eddie looked to the ceiling and sighed before he heard Richie laugh from the bed. He was trying to contain himself and failing horribly causing Eddie to start laughing despite their situation.

“What is it?” Eddie managed through his smile, Richie only laughed harder. “Rich what the fuck man this is a very serious thing.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said calming down slightly. “When you put the book down on the nightstand some of the milk splashed up and it landed on your pants and it looks like you peed yourself a little.”

Looking down Eddie saw that that it could be a common misconception that his bladder had given way a little and besides everything, started to laugh again. Richie leaned over to the nightstand and handed him a tissue. Wiping it only caused it to spread to an even more sizable spot.

“It’s gigantic now,” Eddie complained unconsciously before he noticed what he’d said.

“Hey that’s exactly what your mom said last night,” Richie said, Eddie looked up from the stain and smiled back at him.

“There you are,” he said happy to see his Richie finally sitting on the bed, a faint blush spreading over his cheeks.

“Just sit down with me it’ll dry itself off, you look like an idiot standing up there,” Richie assured him. Eddie sat crosslegged facing the other boy, the box of cookies between them.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so nice to you,” Richie said turning a cookie over in his hands. “I’d like to be an asshole again but, I don’t know it’s stupid.”

“What’s stupid?” Eddie asked taking a bite, the cookies were incredible.

“I’ll be myself around everyone else and then I’ll get to you and I’ll just feel the need to take care of you Eds-Eddie. I know you’re not a weakling but you’re my best friend and this is going to sound weird but I almost feel like I want you to be more than that sometimes. It scares the hell out of me. Do you see what I’m saying? Please tell me you see what I’m saying—“

Eddie leaned over the cookies and wrapped Richie in a hug which was immediately returned. They stayed like that in the quiet holding onto each other as if the world depended on it for the next few minutes and that almost felt like everything that needed to be said.

“I was talking to Bill yesterday and he told me I’m in love,” Eddie said over Richie’s shoulder, Richie blinked.

“Heavy stuff,” Richie croaked, Eddie stifled a giggle.

“Yea I know.” They broke away and sat down again. “But he was in love with Beverly so I guess he knows a thing or two. All I’m saying is that every time I see you I just get so overwhelmed, my heart does this weird fluttery thing and at first I thought I was dying.”

“Oh shit me too, fuck Eds are we dying?” Richie asked concerned. Eddie shook his head smiling. How did he live before meeting this boy?

“No, no, apparently that’s what you feel when you love someone. And if you’re with that person then the fluttering stops eventually and you’re just calm for once and happy.”

Richie felt hope swell in his chest for the first time in months as he watched Eddie’s hand float over his own on top of the box of cookies. Could this be it, was he in love with Eddie and the stress weighing down on his shoulders could finally disappear? Richie bent his fingers and rested Eddie’s hand in his own giving it a squeeze.

“Now I think Bill is mostly crazy, and I don’t think I love you. But I do like you kind of a lot, more than anyone I’ve met in the world, that must mean something.”

“Ugh goddamnit,” Eddie sighed looking at Richie’s face disappointed. Richie blinked.

“What ‘ugh goddamnit’? We’re having a fucking moment here Eds.” Eddie laughed.

“No it’s just you have cookie crumbs all over your face,” Eddie said picking out a tissue from the table.

“Shit, where?”

“Just close your eyes it’s all over your face I’ll get it.”

Richie obeyed without argument, he wouldn’t have the first real moment he was having with Eddie Kaspbrak be ruined by some sort of mess on his face. Then suddenly he felt a gentle pressure on his lips that didn’t feel at all like a tissue. Opening his eyes he saw Eddie’s face closer than he had ever imagined a person’s face could be.

Holy shit we’re kissing, this is a kiss what the shit?

He moved the cookie box aside and shifted himself closer closing his eyes again as he found that it was actually easier to kiss that way. Eddie pulled himself away to see if he’d gone too far with this whole kiss thing only to see Richie smiling wider than he had ever seen before.

Richie held the sides of Eddie’s face gently and went in again, this time in a way where their noses weren’t squashed together. After a few minutes of trying different things they pulled and leaned against each other and the pale blue wall, breathing a bit heavier than before.

“That was fantastic,” Richie laughed lightly. He didn’t think he’d ever been so happy in his life.

“Oh my gosh you wouldn’t believe it, that’s exactly what your mom said last night,” Eddie said. Richie looked over amazed at the unbelievably smug boy sitting next to him and rested his head on his shoulder.

“Yea I take it back I love you,” Richie said, Eddie kissed the top of his head.

“I love you too.”

The One Where Beca Doesn’t Give A Fuck How You Say His Stupid Name

A/N: SURPRISE I WROTE A FIC… ITS BEEN A HOT SEC. here’s some trash, you animals. and also bc @ssbechloe was super cute when she asked if I would write one. So thank her not me. OK BYEEE.

PS: please for the love of Jebus and all things holy, stop tweeting Kay Cannon hate about this whole Chicago thing. It’s not her fault. She only wrote the draft and Universal sucks. (Sincerely, Me who is overprotective and possessive over my homegirl KC)

It’s not like Chloe didn’t know. Like there’s literally no way Chloe couldn’t know. Or was there? Okay there was definitely maybe sort of kinda a slight possibility that she didn’t. Who knows. All Beca knew was that she was stuck back in the hotel in God only knows what country that week while Chloe was out at dinner with Cincinnati. Or was it Connecticut? Maybe it was Columbus. Ya know what, who gives a shit. 

“Beca why the heck would you let ginge just go on a date with him?”

“What do you mean? Amy, she’s not mine. I don’t have ownership over Chloe.”

“Your eyes say otherwise.” Amy sipped her drink and glared over the rim of her glass.

“My eyes? The only thing you can see is that my pupils are dilated because you keep making me drink, my eyes say that the tequila is winning. And besides, if she didn’t want to go, she wouldn’t have.” Alright, maybe her eyes were a little extra glossy because she was crying after Chloe left earlier that night but that doesn’t mean she loves Chloe, okay?


“Excuse me?”

“Beca she doesn’t care about Chicago!”

So THAT’S his name…

 “Whatever! Are we done here?” Beca stood up, slammed the last of her drink, and walked toward the door.

“Beca, this is your room where are you gonna go?”

“I have no idea but I can’t sit here and drunkenly discuss Chloe shit with you… again. For like the hundredth time.”

“We wouldn’t have to discuss it if you would just sack up and kiss her already.”

“She doesn’t want me to kiss her. I’m not going to kiss her.”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself, Mitchell.”

“I’m outta here.” Beca shook her head and walked out the door. As it slammed behind her she looked up to see Chloe walking in her direction down the hall.

shit fuck damn. She mentally facepalmed before looking up.

Beca! Hey!”

She cleared her throat, straightened her flannel (the author would like to point out the irony of that statement), and mustered the best fake smile she’d ever mustered. “Oh! Hey Chlo. Back from dinner already?” 

Beca could’ve stopped and kept talking to her favorite person to ever grace the presence of planet Earth, but she decided to go back to staring at the ugly carpet and walking down the hall.

Chloe turned as Beca passed her, confused as to why she didn’t stop to talk to her. “Becs, where are you going? I was just going back to the room.”

“I’m uh.. just going for a walk. I’ll be back later. Don’t wait up.”

“Beca I-”

Beca quickly turned around to warn Chloe with a hard blink and a snap of her fingers, “Oh! Careful upon entry; Amy and tequila.” 

She didn’t know where she was walking to. She didn’t want to hear Chloe gush about Chicago. Quite frankly, she didn’t even want to see Chloe’s face, so she just kept going.

– – – –

In complete disregard to Beca’s er.. orders.. she got back to her room around three in the morning to find Chloe in fact waiting up and in fact drinking tequila on the bed.

Beca softly let the door click behind her for some reason thinking Chloe wouldn’t notice. She’s drunk not blind, Mitchell. Nonetheless, she kept walking through the room avoiding the harsh eye contact from the ginger on the bed. 


“Oh. Uh.. hey Chlo.”

“Where did you go?”


“Even though we’re fully stocked up here?” 

Beca was gathering up her toiletries and pajamas and walked toward the bathroom.


“Are you okay?”


“You wanna talk?”


She reached the door, not looking at the sad Chloe behind her.


“Goodnight, Chloe.”

door slam.

– – – –

The next morning was very uneventful. Uneventful meaning Aubrey had them up at nine to rehearse for a show they didn’t have for two more days. Only five girls showed up. Beca not being one of them.

“Has anyone talked to Beca today? She was gone when I woke up.”

“Trouble with your lady, Chlo?” Amy wiggled her eyebrows at the redhead who rolled her eyes in return.

“No. She was just really weird last night.”

“Maybe you should just talk to her.” Weird, coming from Aubrey. But okay.

“I tried. She wouldn’t.” Chloe continued stretching and racking her brain.

“Well, are you surprised?” CR replied after swallowing a gulp of her water. “Beca never talks to any of us, only you.”

“Yeah, which is why I’m surprised. Hello.” Chloe was frustrated and waved her arms.

“I don’t know Chloe, just give her some space?” Jessica and Ashley said in unison, obviously.

“Yeah Chloe, don’t pressure her into talking. One time my brother did that to our cousin about baseball cards and he threw up all over the chicken coop and we didn’t have food for weeks.” Guess who (Okay, Flo).

“Wait… Does everyone here know something I don’t?”

All of the Bellas turned to look at each other wide eyed and concerned. No one said a word until Chloe sighed heavily, nostrils flaring.

“Alright pitches, spill.” 

– – – –

Amy 7:08pm: Chloe is onto you.

Beca 7:09pm: I swear to god if any of you said anything

Amy 7:10pm: we didn’t. 

Beca 7:11pm: then how is she ‘onto me’

Amy 7:12pm: guess you’ll just have to talk to her.


Talking to Chloe was not the most appealing option at the moment. Neither was going for a run to clear her head, because lets be real - Beca Mitchell does not under any circumstances run. Unless of course it’s from every problem she ever faces ever. But somehow cardio sounded a lot better than talking to Chloe right now.

Beca 7:15pm: I’m going for a run.

Aubrey 7:17pm: Where are you going?

Beca 7:19pm: BMitch shared her location

– – – –

Aubrey wound up going after the brunette five hours later when she didn’t show up for dinner. Little did Beca know, she brought company.

They both got out of the car and walked out to find Beca sitting on the edge of a tattered dock with her feet in the water. The sun was close to being set and it would be dark soon, whether or not Aubrey was still captain she had a responsibility and didn’t want to leave her out there alone.

“What the fuck Posen?!” Beca stood up from her seat on the dock and put her other headphone back in preparing to run off again down the beach. Aubrey gripped her around her right wrist as she tried to run by.

“Just talk to her, Beca.”

“I’m not talking to any of you!”

“Beca, please?” 

The DJ looked up to see the redhead’s eyes borderline bloodshot. She’d been crying, how convenient.

“Fine, Chloe. You wanna talk? So talk.”

“Why are you being such a bitch right now?!”

“I’m not!” Beca groaned, threw a hand to her forehead in frustration, and threw her head back.

Aubrey let go of Beca’s wrist as soon as she trusted the brunette enough to not make a run for it again, “I”ll be in the car.”

“Becs. It’s just me. Talk to me.”

“I can’t, Chloe.”


“Because I fucking can’t, okay?”

“Is this about Chicago?”

WHAT? You seriously think I’m mad because you went on a freakin’ date with that cabbage patch kid?” 

“Okay so you are mad. Good to know. We’re getting somewhere.” Chloe huffed in annoyance and crossed her arms.

“Jesus Christ, Beale. I’m not mad because you have a love life.”

“So when did you plan on telling me you’re lying?”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh come on, Beca.”

“Don’t ‘come on, Beca’ me.”

“Fine. You don’t wanna talk? I’ll talk for you. I know what you’re thinking like 80% of the time anyway, right?”

“Chlo- stop.”

“No Beca. I won’t stop. This is stupid. We’re standing here in the middle of a beach halfway around the world six years later and you still won’t tell me how you feel.”

Beca sniffled, crossed her arms, and avoided eye contact, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“So you’re not ever going to tell me you love me? That you have this entire time? That me going out to dinner with Chicago last night didn’t completely eat you alive?” Chloe started walking closer, cautiously, to Beca.

“Then why did you fucking go?!” Beca screamed through tears, finally making some sort of eye contact and quickly averting her stare back to the hole she’d dug in the sand with her toes.

“I went because newsflash I’m allowed to have a life, Beca! You won’t even talk to me ever since this whole shit-fest started. Heaven forbid that means I go out to dinner with someone other than you.”

“Chloe, that’s not- ugh. I’m not doing this!” Beca turned to take off and Chloe threw herself infront of her.

“No Beca! You’re not fucking running away from me again! Not now.”

“I can’t do this Chlo!” Beca tried to run again but Chloe blocked her so she threw herself into Chloe’s arms, finally letting out the heap of tears she’d been holding in the whole week.

Chloe tightened her arms around the younger girl and rubbed small circles on her back, not saying a word for a solid five minutes. She finally broke the silence when the sobs from Beca started to slow down. “How’s it goin?”

Beca still wouldn’t look at her, but she pulled back. “Sorry. Uh. I don’t know where that came from.”

“I think I do.”

“Yeah well, congratulations. What do you want, a cookie?”

“Shut up.

“It’s okay to let yourself feel, Becs.”

“I can’t. I’m a badass. I have street cred. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.”

She finally looked up at Chloe to see those big blue eyes spilling just as many tears as she was. “So… were you ever gonna tell me?”

“Why would I Chlo?” 

“Because we’re Beca and Chloe. We tell each other everything. No matter what.”

“Yeah, well apparently not evertying.”

“Okay true. I guess I also kinda forgot one small detail.”

“Wait wha-”

“Chicago is gay, Becs.”

“He’s what?!”

She couldn’t pinpoint one exact reason as to why she was grinning like an idiot in the dark on the beach with Chloe, but that was probably one of them.

“Yeah. So. We just kinda went out to dinner to talk about it and bond over it and life and all that stuff.”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me that in the first place?”

“Might have something to do with the fact that you wouldn’t even look at me.”

“Oh. Ha. Yeah.”



“How long have you known?”

“Since the worlds.”

“Beca! That was senior year!” she slapped her shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m aware.”

“You kept this from me for five years?”

“Do you blame me?”


“Chloe I literally thought you wanted nothing to do with me.”

“You’re oblivious, Mitchell. I literally told you I wanted to experiment and asked if you wanted a backrub. Not to mention the fact that every trip we went on I insisted that we share the room with one bed.”

“You perve. And yes, oblivious, maybe.” Beca stood up straighter and shook out her shoulders, “but still badass.”

Chloe slowly started getting closer to Beca while reaching for her hips, staring at her lips. Beca was losing her mind. What the hell was happening? 

“Oh yeah. Total badass.”

“To be fair, you kept it from me too.”

“I didn’t want to scare you off.”

“You could never.”

“Yeah? So you just like to run seven miles down a foreign beach for funsies?”

“You know my name, not my story.” Their bodies were now pressed up against each other, Beca didn’t know what to do with her hands and her eyes kept dodging Chloe’s.

“So if I kissed you right now, you’re not gonna go ape shit, right?”

“I think if you kissed me I would most definitely go ape shit.”

“But no cardio involved this time, okay?” Chloe leaned in as Beca’s eyes slowly started to close in sync with her own.

“No cardio.” Beca whispered just as Chloe closed the gap between them.

Mine (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Originally posted by kcismyreligion

Three knocks is all it takes for the Blake household to fill with the utmost nervous tension. “Octavia, I need you to hide for a little bit.” Bellamy whispers to his little sister, kneeling down to be eye level with her. Looking like she’s about to cry, Octavia shakes her head, “It’s going to be okay. Remember, I’m not afraid." 

 "I’m not afraid.” She repeats, her voice calm and steady. With a sure nod, Octavia opens the floorboard and sneaks in, just as more obnoxious knocks shake the house. 

 "Babe, just try to act normal.“ Bell gives you a little smirk as you lay on his bed comfortably. 

Shaking your head as you pull out his favourite book, you scoff. "We’re anything but normal.” You smile though you can’t help but hear your heart beating rapidly in your chest as the door slowly opens. 

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Trust (Jughead x Reader)

I would like to request an imagine where the Jughead and Betty are like making out and reader walks in on it but Betty’s known the reader’s been in love with jughead since they were 7 or 8 and the reader’s so hurt and to see how the gang reacts to that You pick whose side they take in all of it. Also I love you writing you are amazing and always leave me wanting more :) –Anonymous

Imagine: You never thought Betty Cooper would betray your trust of knowing your love for your childhood friend, Jughead Jones. When you catch them kissing one day, you must confront the fact that people aren’t always what they seem.

You were bringing back snacks when your trust was broken.

You and your friends, Jughead and Betty, had been studying for the big history test in your bedroom. You’d offered to go get some chips for everyone. Walking back, bowl in hand, you saw Betty lean into Jughead, running her hands through his hair and planting her lips on his. Your breath caught in your throat.

Betty knew you’d been in love with Jughead ever since you were all seven years-old. Since then she’s been a supportive friend, keeping your secret well and even dropping Jughead some hints to take things further. Seeing the one friend you trusted kiss the one boy you loved… it was a nightmare.

You held your breath, retreating into the hallway. You then walked back through the hallway, making sure to make a lot of extra noise such that they knew of your presence. As expected, when you entered the room, Jughead and Betty were studying as normally as they could.

“Hey, guys…” you stammered. “Um, I’m not feeling really well. Is it okay if we end our study sesh early?”

“Yeah, sure,” Jughead said, packing up his stuff and smiling sympathetically.

“Get well soon, okay?” Betty had the audacity to say, even putting her hand on your shoulder.

You slammed the door behind them, collapsing into tears.

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My Dope Man [13]

A/N: Hiatus didnt last long at all, im happier when Im writing for you.

“Imma fucking kill him. Imma murder his ass. Imma kill him.” You opened your eyes to Shae holding your hand with tears in her eyes. “Oh, thank fuck. Shes awake, nurse!” She called out. 

You could barely see. You looked around the room and the bright lights were blinding you, you closed your eyes again.  Suddenly you felt all of the pain you assumed you were in the hospital for. Every breath you took felt like pins attacking your lungs and back. 

You brought your hand up to your lips and poked at the swollen flesh. “Dont touch.” You heard Shae’s comforting voice, pulling your hand away from your face. You opened your eyes, but hissed and closed it again. Only one eye was opening, you went to touch your eye and Shae grabbed your hand again. You eye was swollen shut. 

“Ms Y/L/N.” You heard an unfamiliar voice, you didnt bother opening your one good eye. “You have a couple bruised ribs there love.” The voice spoke again, you didnt respond. “Do you know who did this to you?” You shook your head no, which was a half truth. You didnt want to talk.

 Footsteps left the room and Shae spoke up. “It was a deal wasn’t it. Some bullshit Erik shouldve taken care of himself. Imma kill him.” “Shae, shut up. Hand me my phone.” “No.” You wanted to glare at her, but you couldnt. 

“You not talking to that nigga, ever again, are you hearing me? Do you fucking hear me? I will murder him myself. Are you hearing me bitch?!”  You didnt respond, instead you turned away from her and attempted to go back to sleep, before the doctor came back and started poking and prodding at you.


You got out of the hospital the next day, Shae still held your phone hostage as she drove you back to your apartment. “I just need to let him know Im okay.” You whispered, “He knows.” She responded harshly as she turned a corner. “You told him? What did you say?”

 "I told him you got hurt, but you’re fine and you need space.“ You were boiling now, she had no right to do that. You wanted to cuss at her but didnt want to deal with another headache. You were still in pain. You got back into your apartment and walked into your bedroom without speaking to Shae, she insisted on staying with you until you healed a little bit more and once again, it was an argument you didnt want to deal with. 

You werent sure when you dozed off but you woke up to a door slamming, followed by six loud bangs against it. You jumped up, your head pounding as you did. Shae walked into the bedroom before you could leave to see what was going on. "What the fuck was all that noise.” She didnt respond, instead she closed the bedroom door and sat on your bed. 

“Shae, I swear to God-” “It was Erik.” Your head snapped up despite the pain and you grabbed her arm. “And you slammed the damn door in his face!?” She grabbed your arm and pulled you out of bed and to the bathroom. She slammed her hand against the lightswitch and forced you to look at your face. Your eye was disgustingly puffy and bruised. 

There was a long cut against your lip, pulled together by stitches. “This relationship isn’t good for you. Im not trying to say I told you so, Im not trying to rub shit in your face, Im trying to show dangerous this is. How dangerous he is. He loves you, okay great, but not enough. Not enough to stop this bullshit and live straight. This isn’t the first time some violent shit has happened to you, or him, I know its not. You could have fucking died." 

Her voice trembled as she spoke. You didnt look at her, you looked at yourself. She was right. He didn’t need this job..he did it for what? Shits and giggles? You two had been in some dangerous situations that you hadn’t even thought were dangerous. 

But thinking back to them now, it wasnt the first time you couldve been killed riding with and for him. It wasn’t just little dime bags he was selling, this was real shit and he was doing it more and more often. You were starting to see Shae’s point, emphasized by your swollen face and aching ribs. "Take a break from him. Heal.” She held your hand and you sighed, but nodded. “Yeah okay.”


Bye Bye E :(((