no reason really just enjoying the way he wears white t shirts

100 Dollars

Justin’s texts in bold. Yours are normal. You’ve been texting this guy for a while now and little do you know that your actually texting THE Justin Bieber.

Originally posted by forame

Are we ever ever going to meet?

Not yet

Why not?

My mom doesn’t let me

What? Justin your a grown ass man that’s a lie.

Alright fine. You got me I’m actually 12

I knew it since the beginning, you know


No but seriously why not?

Can we not do this right now, I’m eating out with my friends for my birthday.
I’m just not ready.

But we’ve been texting for 7 months, what do you mean your not ready?

I just don’t wanna meet you yet
It’ll change everything

Hell yeah it will!
It’ll be so freaking fun!

No Y/N not like that
I mean in a bad way
You’ll treat me differently

100 dollars says I won’t

Don’t make that bet unless you have a hundred to spare

…If you didn’t wanna meet me you could have just said so

No Y/N it’s not like that
Cmon don’t be like this

Read at 5:36 pm


With a loud and agitated sigh, I shut my phone off and threw it down on my white bed sheets besides me. I’m beginning to get sick of Justin’s excuses - they’re beginning to make me a little claustrophobic. I need a break. 

With yet another loud sigh and the rub of my face, I decided It was time I actually left the house and began my decent down the stairs, into the kitchen where my mother stood wiping the marble bench top.

Not having the energy to converse with her at this moment, I grabbed the keys right off the exact bench she was currently rubbing at and made a dash for the door. “I’m leaving.” I informed her on my way out.

“Alright sweetie!” Mom replied with no fuss and at the approving comment, I was out the door.

I need something to get my mind off things. Just me. No phone, no parents and no Justin. Quickly darted out the house and towards my new white Range Rover which my father bought for my birthday that just passed recently.

As I settled inside and switched on the ignition, I sat for a second debating on where I should go and escape the rest of the day  and at the thought, my stomach made a loud gurgling noise. Guess I’m going out to eat.

With no hesitation, I finally mustered up the perfect place to go and began backing up out of the driveway, beginning my decent down towards a close friend of mine’s shop. Cassy owns a big fancy restaurant down the road from me and always gives me discounts on my food. 

The people there despise me considering I always rock up in sweat pants and an Adidas shirt while they all practically parade around in designer dresses and expensive pearls.

Once I arrived, I jumped out of my car and threw the keys to the valet employee. I don’t know why but every time I come here I seem to act like queen shit. It’s honestly kind of hilarious.

I stepped through the large, grand restaurant doors and not even a few seconds later was immediately greeted by Cassy herself, running forward towards me. “Oh my god Y/N, it’s been so long. C'mon lets get you seated.”

With a smile, I obliged to following the girl over towards a table for two draped elegantly in a creme cloth that was decorated with a few flowers and fine cutlery. I placed myself on one side, Cassy seating herself on the other. 

She always accompanied me when I come to eat here, it was our little thing. With the flick of her fingers, a waiter came over and took our orders, then left once we were done.

Suddenly she sat right up, a face full of excitement. “You came on the right day my girl.” She smiled and I furrowed my eyebrows at her enthusiasm. 

“Why, what happened?” I chuckled. 

“Alright,” Cassy began “ Don’t freak out but, guess who made a reservation and is sitting in this restaurant right now?” She squealed

My head quickly jolted up as I glanced around the restaurant. Then my eyes landed on a boy sitting a little further away with a group of people and a rush of adrenaline ran through my body. Justin Bieber! He was my idle though for some reason, I didn’t find myself jumping for joy as I expected too.

“No way.” I whisper shouted. Cassy giggled “Yes way. Apparently today’s his birthday or something.”

Hm, that’s funny. It’s also my friend Justin’s birthday.

“Cool.” I mumbled, turning my head away.

“You should go and talk to him.” Casst smiled but overall I just shrugged “Nah, I wouldn’t wanna disturb him on his birthday. He’s probably just trying to enjoy a nice lunch.”

“Suit yourself.” She shrugged.

It was silent between us for a moment until I decided to stand up and said “I’m going to the restroom.”

An approving hum was sung from Cassy and I found myself strutting my way over to the restroom afterwards. It was a unisex toilet meaning there was a mixture of men and woman in here, but nothing really other than a few old posh white folks who were eyeing me wearily for my fashion choice.

I ignored the stares and found my way into a stall, did my business and walked over to the sinks. By then, everyone else had left the bathrooms and I was found pumping some soap from the dispenser in my hands alone. Just then the door opened.

I looked up into the mirror and spotted Justin Bieber himself walking into the room. He wore nothing but a pair of baggy jeans and loose white fitted T. His hair messily flipped over his forehead and tattoos on full display. 

That’s a bold move to pull in a restaurant like this, the oldies hated any inked skin and tended to gossip. But I liked his confidence, kind of like myself.

 I smiled small at him before applying my concentration back on my own hands.

He walked forward over to the sink beside me and began running a hand through his long blonde hair and I watched in awe as his fingers played around with his locks, not realising that I had been staring for a little to long.

He cleared his throat loudly, causing my eyes to dart down to his. “Oh um, sorry.” I muttered to which he chuckled.

 "Nah it’s alright. People tend to stare a lot.“ He shrugged

I turned off the faucet of the gold sink and moved over to grab some paper towels to dry my hands. "Must suck.”

“Yeah.” He replied straightening himself out. Silence overcame the surrounding air for a second as we continued on with our own things, until he suddenly spoke again. “I like you’re style. You do it on purpose?” He smirked. 

I knew what he was getting at. The fact that I had actually had the guts to appear in a place of displayed wealth, dressed like this. You wouldn’t do it unless you were trying to piss off the rich people who dined here. He knew too well, because it was obvious he was doing the same.

“You know it.” I nodded. “Its hilarious to see the snobby faces when you walk in. The scowls are priceless.” 

He chuckled. “Yeah, I know right?” he agreed.

“I mean, you would know.” I pointed out, glaring back at his outfit.

Justin laughed, glancing down at his choice of clothes and shook his head in humour. “I’ll have you know these jeans are designer.” He teased. 

“I’m wearing designer too.” I nodded. “I’m actually wearing Calvin Klein underwear.” I giggled. “That’s as designer as your gonna get with me.” 

Justin actually laughed at this, a full blown loud laugh, unlike the chuckles he displayed previously. I giggled along with him snapping the waist band of my underwear to prove my point.

Justin shook his head, finally letting down, and I stepped forward smiling at the handsome man.

“Well, I better go, my friends waiting for me.” I began my way over towards the door but was suddenly held back by a loud … 

“Wait!” He yelled. I stopped. “I didn’t catch you name.” He continued.

I smirked, glancing at him one more time, with one hand on the door. “ I think we both know you already know that.”

And with that, I left him in the bathroom, standing there in shock.

That’s right Justin. I caught on.


“I better get back to work.” Cassy sighed.

“Yeah, well, I’m done anyways. So I’m gonna leave. Thanks Cass.”

Cassy nodded. “No problems. I’ll see ya later.” She waved. I watched as she made her way into the kitchen, yelling at a few of her employees who were slacking off on the way.

I sighed in exhaustion and waved a hand over to my waiter, who slowly and carelessly made his way over to my table “Yes madam, what may I get you?”

“My tab please.” I smiled.

The man began shuffling through some papers in his hands before turning back to me, eyebrows raised in slight surprise.  "You’re clear.“ he announced. 

But I furrowed my eyebrows. "What? But I haven’t payed yet.”

“Curtesy of the man that goes by the name of Justin Bieber. He asked to put your tab on his.”

My eyes winded in slight shock and confusion but couldn’t help the smile that set across my face. 

That sneaky bastard. 

Justin’s POV

It’s her. It’s really Y/N. She’s so much prettier in person. We’ve been talking for so long and I just couldn’t believe she was actually here in front of me. She knew who I was and didn’t freak out.

I carefully watched as she conversed with the waiter for a little before getting up and walking out of the restaurant, sparing me a glance along the way. She sent me a small wink before exiting the restaurant.

“Jay?” I snapped my head up to look back at Hailey who had been apparently yelling my name.

“Hmm?” I asked.

“Why are you staring at that girl. Stop being a creep and eat.” She demanded.

I chuckled slightly, turning back around to dig into my meal once again. I’ll text Y/N later and figure out what the hell just happened. I want to ask her when she figured it out.

That’s when suddenly, the same waiter who was serving Y/N began making his way over to me. “Mr Bieber, you have a note from the women sitting opposing. I believe her name was Y/N Y/L/N.”

He handed me the note which I cautiously took from his hand and watched as he walked off further into the restaurant.

With curious eyes and cautious hands, I slowly pulled at the folded note and took a peek at the 5 words sprawled across. And subconsciously, a large smile found it way onto my face at the words. 

‘You owe me 100 dollars. - Y/N.’

Quickly : Jack Maynard Smut

(y/n is really close with conor but one night when he’s asleep she goes into the bathroom to find his horny brother)

You and Conor first met on a tinder date. At first you really fancied him, and over the last few months you have both taken it slow but have gotten really close. You have both discussed your commitment issues and Conor totally agrees. You would love to be a in a relationship with Conor, you really would, but you love the freedom of being single. You were a very sexual person and so you have many one night stands. The first time you and Conor had sex was after a night out together – it was such an amazing feeling to finally relieve all of the sexual tension that had been building up between the two of you. Lets just say you honestly struggled to walk the next day.

To be honest, yours and Conor’s relationship was a bit complicated. You were basically together, but sometimes you did get with other people. It did annoy you when Conor had sex with other girls because you did really like him – the jealousy would always bubble through your body yet you couldn’t do anything about it as you also slept with other people.

You both agreed not to kiss anyone in front of each other to rub it in your/his face. Conor always got jealous, too. One time when he caught you kissing a guy at Joe’s party it totally went off – the guy left with a nose bleed.

However, one thing that you really struggled with was Jack fucking Maynard. Conor’s little brother was the most irritating shit you had ever met. He always knew how to get under your skin and how to piss you off. You have no idea why he decided to be a dick to you the moment he met you, but he always has and you’re sure he always will.

It started off with little digs and rude comments that did actually offend you, but as you spent more time with Conor you realised what his brother was actually like. His comments did not offend you nowadays and you would normally tend to say something back – leading to an argument.

Conor normally laughed at your little arguments with Jack, but sometimes when they got too personal he’d have to stop them. Jack knew exactly how to wind you up and you hated it.

You were sat in your London apartment watching some TV when your phone buzzed. It was Conor.

‘What you doing tonight? Xx’

‘I have nothing planned, why? Xx’

‘Wanna come out? Me and the boys xx’

‘Sure xx’

‘Good, get ready and meet us at ours in an hour? Xx’

‘An hour? I cant get ready in an hour!! X’

‘Well hurry then babe ;) xx’

You sighed and put your phone on the side. Walking to your wardrobe, you thought about what you were going to wear tonight. You didn’t even know where you were going – most probably a club.

1 hour and 23 minutes later, you were in an uber on the way to Conor’s. You had chosen to wear a simple black dress. But you were starting to doubt it as it was really tight and showed your chest off a lot. You had to keep pulling it up at the top.

You thanked your driver and stepped out of the car, buzzing the apartment you needed and making your way up. It was quite hard to walk in the shoes you were wearing as they were so high. When you walked in, all the boys were there.

“Hey Y/N!” Joe greeted you as he was the first one to see you.

“Hi!” You replied just as Conor spotted you. The music was up quite loud so it was no surprise that the others didn’t hear you come in.

“About time.” Conor laughed when he reached you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips and wrapping his arms around your waist. His hair was in it’s usual style and Conor was wearing a white t shirt under a black leather jacket along with some black ripped skinny jeans.

“I’m only like 20 minutes too late!” You defended yourself, snaking your arms up around Conor’s neck.

“Mmh whatever.” He hummed and kissed you again. He lightly pushed you up against the front door as the kiss got more intense and that’s when you had to pull away, shooting him a warning look to say not in front of his friends.

“Can we go now? Oh hi Y/N!” Caspar said, sending a small wave to you.

“Hi Casp.” You smiled.

“Right, lets go then.” Conor said quickly before grabbing your hand and opening the door.

“What is up with you?” You asked Conor as you were walking back down the steps of his apartment block.

“Nothing. You just look really good tonight.” He grinned, tightening his grip on your hand.


When you all finally got to the club, Jack insisted that everyone does shots. You all sat in the corner around a large table, of course you were next to Conor. Jack arrived to the table with a tray full of shots as everyone cheered and took one.

Throwing your head back, you downed the shot quickly. The alcohol burned your throat and you pulled a disgusted face. Everyone sat at the table for a while, enjoying their drinks.

“I wanna look for some girls.” Jack told everyone as he slammed his empty cup down on the table.

“Of course you do.” You snorted, not thinking he would hear. But when you saw his eyes connect with yours as he pulled an evil look, you knew he had heard you.

“Excuse me?” Jack asked.

“Nothing.” You smiled sarcastically at him. You felt Conor’s hand go to your thigh.

“Didn’t think so, slag.” Jack replied.

“What the fuck did you call me?” You felt yourself getting more and more angry at him as he sat there with a smug look plastered across his face.

“Oh, you didn’t hear me? I called you a slag.”

“Says you?! Jack you have slept with way more people than I have so I don’t really think you’re in a position to call me a slag.” You argued back, taking a sip of your wine.

“All I’m saying is I know a slag when I see one.” He put his hands up, trying to look innocent.

“And all I’m saying is you’re a dick head. Go find a girl then, like you wanted.” You said to him, wanting nothing more than for him to go away.

“I’d rather stay here and piss you off.” He grinned. For a second, you almost smiled back. You hated yourself for it – but you secretly found Jack very attractive, and when he grins at you like this it makes your heart melt a little.

“Right, well you two can stay here and argue but I’m going to have a good time.” Conor announced as he finished his drink.

You hadn’t even noticed, but everyone else had gone to dance. Conor got up, pressed a kiss to your cheek and went to join the others on the dance floor. For some reason, Jack scooted closer to you on the seat.

“Notice how he didn’t even defend you? Because he knows you’re a slag.” Ouch. Jack’s words hurt you a lot, but you wouldn’t let him know that.

“Shut up.” You mumbled, feeling yourself becoming weaker in this argument.

“You know I’m right. It’s why he doesn’t want you to be his girlfriend,” Jack came even closer. “He just wants you to stick around so he can have sex on tap.”

“Fuck off, Jack, seriously.” You sighed.

“I’m his brother, so I would know.” He added, placing a hand on your thigh which suddenly made your breathing increase.

“You’re just trying to wind me up. Stop.” You replied, pushing his hand off and turning to try and locate Conor. Your heart dropped when you spotted him, dancing very intimately with a brunette. You quickly looked away, knowing that they’ll be kissing any time soon and you didn’t want to put yourself through that.

“See? He doesn’t fucking want you.” Jack growled, his lips so close to your ear. You felt so fucking hurt, the alcohol and Jack’s words were really getting to you and you hated it.

Suddenly, you felt Jack’s lips against your neck. This is the last thing that you had expected to happen. As he kissed and nipped at your skin with his soft lips, your eyes fluttered closed and you felt yourself biting down onto your bottom lip. This was Conor’s younger brother doing this – and you suddenly felt super guilty when you felt your underwear getting damp.

“Jack,” You breathed. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Jack pulled away from you and you almost whined at the loss of contact. He stared at you for a few seconds with no expression, just blinking. You didn’t know what the hell he was thinking but you weren’t sure if you wanted to know.

“I just came over to say that if I were you two, I wouldn’t be doing that. Conor is just over there.” You looked up to see Joe, drink in his hand and a concerned look on his face.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, mate.” Jack replied as he stood to his feet.

“Just saying.” Joe replied, holding his hands up as though he was defending himself.


The night was coming to an end and you all made your way out the uber. After your little incident with Jack, you decided to spend the night with Josh and Joe, downing lots more shots and dancing like idiots. They both made you laugh a lot, helping the fact that Conor was in the corner busy with another girl. Thankfully, Conor climbed into the uber by himself.

“Hey babe.” He slurred, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

You almost wanted to push him away. But you remembered the rules, Conor wasn’t doing anything wrong and you weren’t in a relationship. Jack’s words came back to you, stinging a little. As the uber had to fit all of you in, it was kind of like a mini bus and so you had to sit opposite someone. Unlucky for you, you were sat opposite Jack.

“Had a good night?” Conor asked you, rubbing your thigh.

“Yeah it was alright. You?” You replied, sending him a small smile.

“Really?” Jack snorted, interrupting your conversation with Conor. “Of course he did, did you see him with that girl? Mate, she was a solid nine out of ten!”

As Conor laughed at his brothers words, you felt yourself doubting your relationship with Conor more and more – but that was the thing, you Conor weren’t in a relationship. Maybe it was just Jack messing with you tonight or it was your true feelings coming out because you were drunk. You’ll just have to see how you feel about the situation in the morning.

“Stay over?” Conor asked you as the uber was nearing his, Jack and Josh’s apartment block. “Please?”

“OK.” You agreed.

Even though your head was a mess right now, the chance to have sex with Conor was something you’d never turn down. That boy was amazing in bed, you could not get enough. He laced your fingers together and smiled at you when you agreed.

It was a nice feeling to finally get home (to Conor’s) after the club. You had no idea what the time was and you were still feeling a bit drunk. When you all got inside, you immediately went to Conor’s room and got out of your clothes, throwing on a t shirt of his and leaving your legs bare – his t shirt came down to your mid thighs anyway.

You went and joined the three boys in the living room where they were eating a cold pizza from dinner. Josh and Jack were sat on the sofa and Conor was laying down on the rug, next to the coffee table as he was munching on a slice of pizza.

“Is Conor alright?” You laughed, noticing how drunk he actually was.

“Think he’s had a few too many shots tonight.” Josh replied as you took a slice of pizza.

You looked over at Jack – instantly regretting it. Even though he had his phone up in front of him, as though he was on it, his eyes were on you. He looked up and down your body before his tongue poked out, swiping across his bottom lip.

Not only did this make your cheeks go bright red, but it also sent wondrous feelings straight to your core. You tried to ignore Jack as you all finished up the pizza, just scrolling through your phone and watching the TV.

The time was 2:34 when Conor picked himself up off the floor and announced he was going to bed. You almost sighed at the fact that Conor was clearly too drunk to have sex tonight. You probably should have just gone home instead of agreeing to stay round.

“I’m also going to head. Night you guys.” Josh spoke up and you Jack both replied saying good night to him.

About ten minutes had passed and you had had enough of the tension within the room. You wanted to ask Jack why he kissed your neck earlier, but you had a strong feeling he was just trying to mess with you. With a sigh, you got up and headed off to the bathroom to brush your teeth, leaving Jack alone.

You shut the door of the bathroom, not bothering to lock it as you never did. You decided to quickly style your hair into a single French plait before bed, helping yourself for tomorrow. You wiped all your make up off of your face and quickly cleansed it, using a face scrub that was there.

When you started to brush your teeth, the door flew open, revealing Jack in nothing but his boxers.

“What are you doing? I’m using the bathroom.” You told him, having to take the tooth brush out of your mouth.

“Well, you’re taking too long and I need to brush my teeth too.” He replied.

“You’re so annoying.” You rolled your eyes at him, carrying on brushing your teeth.

However, when Jack leaned over to grab his toothbrush, you felt something hard poke into your ass. Your eyes widened when you came to realisation that Jack had a hard on.

“Jack!” You squealed.

“What? It’s not my fault.” He shrugged.

“Well, it is your fault.” You replied.

“No it’s not.”

He leaned into your again, his hard member poking into your ass once again. It was kind of turning you on a little bit – OK, a lot.

“Stop pressing it into me, seriously.” You warned him.

“You’re the one taking up all the room, I can’t get to the sink.” He pointed out, gesturing to the fact that you were in front of him.

“I was here first!” You defended yourself.  You felt Jack’s hand go to the bottom of the shirt you were wearing, pulling it up a little so that your ass was now on show. “What the fuck?”

“I didn’t mean to do that.” He lied, grinning a little bit as he leaned into you more.

He knew exactly what he was doing. He was teasing you – and it was working.

“Jack, what are you doing?” You turned round so that you were fully facing him now, he looked good. His hair was now messy, his bare chest and stomach was exposed which was possibly the hottest thing you had ever seen and his length was so visible as it was straining against his boxers.

“Nothing, why?” He replied, ignoring the fact that his hard cock was against your ass.

“Can you please get rid of that, or do something!” You groaned.

“How am I supposed to get rid of it? It’s not like I can do anything with you in the room.” He defended.

“At least stop pressing it into me.”

When you turned around, trying to carry on with your teeth, you felt Jack’s hands on your hips.

“Unless you wanna help me out a bit.” He mumbled into your ear.

“Are you serious? You’re Conor’s little brother and he’s literally in the room over there. Don’t be ridiculous.” You replied quickly, even though a huge part of you wanted to say yes – you were aching for him at this point, literally soaked.

“Shame. Would have loved to take you right here against the kitchen sink. So fucking hard for you right now, Y/N…” Jack groaned out, pressing his hard on into you once again.

This was when you almost lost it. His words went straight to your core, and you pressed back into him, hoping to get some friction between your legs. Fucking the little brother of the guy you were seeing was such a hot concept to you, and you were so fucking horny right now.

“Fine!” You gave in, dropping your toothbrush in the sink.

“Fine?” Jack repeated, sending you a questioning look in the mirror.

“You can fuck me quickly.” You clarified, grabbing the sides of your underwear and pulling them down your legs before pulling your – Conor’s – t shirt up.

You put one leg up onto the counter, allowing Jack to have a better access to your soaked pussy. You felt his fingers go your exposed slit, collecting your wetness.

“Fucking hell, see how wet you are for me. You’ve always wanted me to fuck me, haven’t you? You’re so dirty.”

You ignored his words as he pulled his length out of his boxers, pumping himself a little before pushing himself into you. His actions made you hiss at the feeling, trying to get used to his size. Both of his hands went to your bare ass, one of them slapping down onto the exposed skin.

As Jack slammed in and out of you, you couldn’t help but watch the scene unfold in the mirror in front of you. Jack’s eyes were screwed shut and he was biting down onto his bottom lip. What a sight.

The fact that you were in the bathroom, being fucked by his little brother than actually laying in bed with Conor right now made you feel a bit guilty. But the pleasure was too good for you to care right now.

Going on birth control was one of the best things that you had decided to do as the feeling of Jack’s bare cock against your skin was amazing. He started to hit your g-spot with every thrust and you had to refrain from moaning out. His grip on your ass was getting tighter and tighter but it felt good.

You gripped onto the sides of the sink as Jack roughly thrusted in and out of your soaked pussy. You copied Jack, biting down onto your lip to try and stop yourself from moaning. When the pleasure got too intense, you felt yourself draw blood from your own lip.

“Y/N, babyyyyy…” Jack moaned, keeping a good rhythm with his hips as he fucked you from behind.

“Oh my god.” You breathed out, trying your absolute hardest to stay quiet.

You felt one of Jack’s hands creep up your t shirt and take one of your breasts in his hand, squeezing before roughly massaging. This only added to the pleasure and you loved the feeling of Jack touching your body. He knew exactly how to handle a woman and it only excited you more. For a second you found yourself wishing that it was Jack you went on that first tinder date with a not Conor.

You didn’t think the sex could feel any better until Jack’s hand left your chest and went to your clit, rubbing his fingers over the skin at an impressive pace. This was when you really struggled to stay quiet.

“Fuck, Jack, oh…” You moaned quietly, even though you really wanted to scream out his name so everyone could hear.

“Conor could never fuck you as good as this, could he?” Jack asked. When you didn’t reply, his hand slapped your ass again before repeating himself, “Could he?”

“N-no.” You stuttered out, your whole body moving with Jack’s as he picked up the pace.

“Baby I’m-.”

Jack calling you baby honestly made your heart melt. You knew exactly what he was going to say as you felt his thrusts getting sloppy before you felt a warm liquid running down the back of your leg. He continued to move in and out of you a few more times, patiently waiting for you to finish.

As Jack continued to work faster on your clit, you felt yourself high your high as your orgasm washed over you. Keeping your mouth shut, you let out a small cry as it was the most intense orgasm a man has ever given you.

“Oh my god, Jack.” You breathed out when he pulled out of you.

You turned around so you were now facing him again. His eyes looked tired and his cheeks were flushed red.

“Thank you.” He said to you as he tried to catch his breath.

You smiled before stepping towards him and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. Jack’s eyes fluttered closed and savoured this moment with you. You felt your stomach do flips as Jack wrapped his arms around your waist, deepening the kiss. And that’s when you knew which Maynard you really wanted to be with.


Relationship: Park Jimin/Jeon Jungkook

Rating: T

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Kissing, Roommates, Light Angst, Fluff

Words: 2827


Jungkook finally gets a date for the first time. Jimin isn’t happy about it.

Jungkook couldn’t believe what he was hearing. A pretty girl stood in front of him and said the words that he never thought he would hear in his lifetime. Or at least not for another few years.

“Can you repeat that?” Jungkook asked. He needed to be sure. He wasn’t going to misunderstand.

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Originally posted by nnochu

Chapter 3

╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

╳ Genre: fluff, smut, angst 

 ╳ Summary: Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”

As soon as I stepped into the house, I knew I would regret it. The music was so loud, I could feel the bass pounding through my chest. The living room was crammed full with people, and the thought of actually having to walk into that was giving me anxiety. But just remembering that this was Yoongi’s house was making my stomach do summersaults.

“Y/n, lighten up will you? It’s a party, you’re supposed to be having fun.” Lisa said, snaking her arm over my shoulder.

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Genesis - 7.19

It’s a fashion-light episode but it DOES involve Spot, so. 

We start with Riker in sickbay getting some sort of spiny plant removed from his back after things “started getting romantic” with him and another crew member in the arboretum. 

Fuck so hard I roll over dangerous plants and don’t give two shits

Nurse Ogawa is here, which is always a pleasure, and she’s rocking a seriously voluminous updo, sort of a 1940s meets 1990s sensible French twist. I’m sure she loves having to remove Riker’s sexytime plant spines. That’s definitely what she went to Starfleet Nursing Academy for. 

Barclay is also in sickbay, because: Barclay.

He literally claimed he had something called “Terellian Death Syndrome” which is honestly a terrible name for a syndrome

Beverly has asked him repeatedly not to search the medical database before coming to her (AKA Never Search WebMD), but of course Broccoli does. She’s got her gorgeous strawberry shortcake season 7 hair happening:

MFW Barclay shows up in sickbay for the third time this week

The other patient being tended to is also a beautiful redhead:

The laying on of hands

Spot is pregnant and at first I was like “HOW THE FUCK DID SPOT GET PREGNANT” but apparently a) there are 12 male cats on board and b) Spot has a tendency to sneak out of Data’s quarters.

Okay, listen.

1. If there are AT LEAST 13 cats on board, WHERE ARE THEY? I want a Bridge Cat.

Bridge Cat: artist’s rendering

2. HOW IS SPOT GETTING OUT? This is a fucking SPACESHIP. Shit should be LOCKED DOWN. It’s literally AIRTIGHT. I GUESS she could sneak through, like, a vent or something but if you’re going to have cats on board, you need to PLAN for their fuckery.

This could be really bad

3. If the cats are WANDERING THE SHIP, aren’t you worried they’re going to end up in the warp core? Or that even just their fur is? WHO IS VACUUMING UP ALL THE FUR.

Anyway, Crusher is apparently also a veterinarian (which I guess makes sense since she treats all sorts of species) and says that Spot should deliver her babies soon. Nurse Ogawa then says that she’s also pregnant! THIS WILL BE IMPORTANT LATER, which is the only reason she says it.

Also important for later:

Oh yeah gimme that t-cell injection

I’ll just tell you now that all the weird stuff that occurs in this episode is a result of Broccoli’s mutated t-cells after he gets this shot (or something). It’s (enjoyable) nonsense so don’t worry about it. I just wanted you to see how much he loved getting this hypospray.

Picard and Data have to drive through an asteroid field to get a stray torpedo (bad). Data asks Barclay to keep an eye on Spot, since she’s about to give birth, and she likes Barclay best of all the people on board. You can tell by the way she looks at him:

This IS my “I love you” face

Broccoli is pleased, because no one likes him.


It’s actually very sweet; Barclay even seems to know something about cats and asks Data where she’s planning to have her kittens.

With Barclay’s luck, she will have them inside his pants while he’s wearing them, somehow

I just really enjoy Data’s display case here, with his violin case juuuuust open enough to let all the dust in, but not quite enough to actually see the instrument.

Spot’s in good hands:

Yarn, Spot? You cliche

Elsewhere on the ship, Worf is having a fucking feast:

No I asked for a SIDE of tentacles

This looks delicious, actually. Giant turkey leg? Some kind of weird dried fish? Potato salad on a bed of green beans? I’m in. 

Troi shows up, a little upset that Worf didn’t wait for her, since they planned to have lunch together. He’s mean and it’s weird. You can already tell something STRANGE is happening on the ship, mostly because Troi is NOT wearing a jewel tone:

Eileen Fisher for Spacefleet

Drink this look in, kids, because it’s one of the two non-uniform looks in this episode. We can see here that I THINK Troi is wearing some Danskin shimmer tights with her beige on beige minidress and matching waterfall cardigan. The color is not what we usually see on her, but it’s not terrible (except for my pre-existing anti-beige bias). It’s certainly along the lines of what I wear when I’m lounging around.

Secret pajamas except it’s not a secret. It’s just pajamas I wear in public

Ed. note: I copied that picture of my cat Violet to my clipboard earlier when I was making the images above and I accidentally pasted it here and I can’t bring myself to delete it.

Troi’s hair has reached its astonishing season 7 pouf levels and I just love everything about it. Anyway, Worf is acting like a real dick, but we do get another good look at those Ten-Forward outfits.


If I ever attend another con, that’s going to be my look because houndstooth is everything to me.

Later, Worf’s dickishness turns into something MORE:


This scene is super dark and it’s not totally clear what’s happening, but Worf basically just destroys his own quarters, including his pillows, then cuddles up with them on the floor. We do get a decent look at Worf’s jammies, which are brown and might be made of varying colors of burlap.

If anyone was gonna wear burlap pajamas, it would be the Klingons

I’m not sure what’s going on with that shoulder detail, but it can’t be that comfortable to sleep in? But again - Klingons aren’t exactly a culture that considers “comfort” to be something to aim for. If you showed a Klingon an Aerosole, he would 100% cut it in half and throw the halves in your face.

These PJs might also be linen, which would be WAY nicer to sleep in, but a little off-brand. I mean, a Klingon in linen? Can you imagine? Hold on, you don’t have to:

Pure white to better show off the blood of my slain enemies

So everyone is acting weird. Troi is like “I’m cold. I need a bath,” and walks off the bridge. The next time we see her, this is happening:

Deanna, sweetie? It’s more relaxing if you take your uniform off

As she’s taking her fully-clothed bath, Worf busts in and:


It’s actually very upsetting, and at first neither of them even really know how to react either:

Oh god did I just bite you

Did you just fucking BITE me??????

Troi goes to sickbay, where she gets my favorite disco blanket:

Disco Blanket: Because why shouldn’t a blanket be iridescent

To be fair, emergency blankets ARE shiny, so.

You better believe that’s an affiliate link, friend

Okay so THEN Crusher is examining Worf and she asks him to open his mouth and HOO BOY was that a mistake.

Does the replicator not have the recipe for Listerine, or

He SPRAYS her like a fucking dilophosaurus!! 


Later someone says her injuries were so bad that SHE WILL NEED RECONSTRUCTIVE SURGERY. That means in every episode after this (not many, but still), we are seeing a RECONSTRUCTED BEV. 

So everyone is losing it, basically, which doesn’t explain why Broccoli thinks this is a normal way to stand:

Is this how a human? Does a stand? How is stand

Finally, Picard and Data come back, and when they arrive, the Enterprise is just adrift. They board and find this:

Sir, if the t-shirt does not spark joy when you touch it, the book counsels you to throw it away. I was unable to apply this method as I do not feel joy, nor any other emotion

It’s the shed skin of a reptile, which: whaaaaaat? Ain’t no reptiles on this ship!

Narrator: actually, there were reptiles on this ship

Troi is still in the bathtub when Picard and Data find her, and she is like, half lizard because the t-cells released when Barclay got that hypospray are making everyone de-evolve. Sure. She looks terrible, which is a real feat since Marina Sirtis is such a Betty:

Honestly she’s still p hot

I think my favorite part of this makeup is the gecko-like fingertips. Excellent detail. Love the scales, love the contacts, love the unripe banana shade of green they used. All great. 

Data and Picard go check out what else is happening, and they find a caveman at one of the control panels:

Not a Starfleet regulation haircut

But what’s this? It’s not a caveman at all! It’s…

I heard dramatic eyebrows were back in

…Riker! I guess! The makeup on Frakes here is SO heavy that it’s not immediately apparent that it’s Riker, except that he’s wearing command red and has a beard. Plus, Picard says “Will?” upon this reveal. 


I’m saving this as my “flipping the bird” image to use forever.

Data and Picard manage to subdue Riker and get him to sickbay, after which they go to Data’s quarters to use his computer. But guess what happened?


Spot had her babies! They’re legit VERY small kittens and very cute. Data says they’re hungry, and wonders why Spot isn’t taking care of them. And then comes one of the best shots since chicken in the hallway:


IT’S AN IGUANA WEARING SPOT’S COLLAR. SPOT DEVOLVED INTO LITERALLY JUST AN IGUANA. I laughed so hard at this shot and I REALLY wanted the kittens to interact with the iguana, but they didn’t. I don’t know if that iguana was even on set.


Data notes that the kittens didn’t turn into baby iguanas, so he thinks maybe there’s some kind of cure for the devolution from pregnancy? Or something? This is where Nurse Ogawa’s recently-announced pregnancy comes into play. So he goes to sickbay, and Picard goes to see what’s going on in Engineering, and finds:

Help meeee

Barclay devolved into, like, a spider? I guess? Because this gene mutating thing is just nuts and does whatever the effects people think will look cool. (And they all do look pretty cool.)

Nurse Ogawa has devolved into Standard Neanderthal #4:

On loan from the American Museum of National History

And finally, the big boss: Worf. Worf turned into something with an exoskeleton that was able to make this dent in the sickbay door:


Picard and Data speculate that Worf thinks Troi is his mate (sure) and he’s trying to get through the door to her, so they synthesize her pheromones to draw Worf away from sickbay so that Data can focus on making a cure with Nurse Ogawa’s pregnancy hormones. Obviously. But first Picard has to get out of sickbay.


Picard manages to lure away the Worf-monster, which looks like this:

Part beetle, part conch shell, all covered in chocolate

It’s hard to see what’s happening but what you can see is just really gnarly:

Are there horny toads on Klingon?

Ultimately, Data is successful in making a cure and sends it through the air ducts so everyone on board is fine. And when Barclay finds out that it was his treatment that started it all, and that he might have a disease named after him:

A hypochondriac’s dream


BTS REACTION: Their S/O Is Insecure About Their Weight

requested reaction from a lovely anon !!!

tbh i was really conflicted in turning this into a scenario but i was able to control myself phew


Originally posted by samwol

K I M S E O K J I N : 

I hope you’re not doing what I think you’re doing…” He would surprise you as you were staring at your body in the mirror.

You were wearing nothing but your bra & underwear and you couldn’t help but judge yourself as you pinched the fat on your stomach. You don’t usually do this when you know he’s somewhere lurking in the house but you just finished taking a shower and you couldn’t help it.

Suddenly he’s right behind you, his lips are on your neck & his arms are snaking around your waist. You immediately cast your eyes downward, because you know as he’s putting his hands over yours to guide your hands away from your stomach that he’s looking at your face through the mirror. 

With gentle hands, he makes you turn around so you’re facing his body instead of the mirror. He then embraces you in a hug and slowly, you hug him back. Tears are staining the shoulder of his shirt but he doesn’t care and you don’t either because you’re too focused on the love he’s radiating onto you & he’s too busy mentally cursing out whoever made you so insecure about yourself.

Originally posted by sugakookie

M I N Y O O N G I :

Their words still affect you today?” He would question, after explaining to him what’s been bugging you lately. 

You would bite your lip & avoid his eyes, so he would come up to you and take you by the hands, just to make sure you were paying attention to him. You weren’t looking eye to eye at him so he would bring a finger under your chin and tilt your head up to force you to look at him. He kisses your forehead gingerly.

The way you look right now is so different from how you looked back then, you know that, right?” He would reason with you, “And even then, those assholes don’t know beauty even if it slaps them in the face.

Originally posted by you-made-me-again

J U N G H O S E O K :

Did I do something wrong?” He would ask.

He just got off stage from winning an award for BTS. You were waiting for him backstage but you didn’t expect him to unleash his excitement by carrying you off the ground and spinning you around. The second that he put his hands on your sides and lifted you up, you were yelling at him to put you back down. Once he saw how serious you were, his expression changes from his wide smile to a look of concern and puts you back on the ground. 

Sorry, I’m just a bit…” You then lick your lips, uncomfortable of the subject at hand, “Heavy…” You mutter, the word seeming like a curse. 

You’re fine though!” He would reassure you, “And besides, your weight has nothing to do with how I feel about you, okay?” He puts his around your waist and pulls you close to give you a kiss on the lips.

Originally posted by junghoseok

K I M N A M J O O N :

 “Come on in! The water is just right!” He would call out to you, sitting in a beach chair with your hair up in a messy bun, big sunglasses, and a huge shirt covering the bathing suit you’re wearing underneath.

“I’m fine where I am!” You would respond, waving him off.

Aw, c’mon,” He would whine, walking up by your side. “I’ll be with you the whole time and we don’t have to go that deep.” 

He’s standing too close for comfort that your first instinct is to wrap your arms around your waist. Your thoughts start racing because the shirt you were wearing was white and the sun that was gleaming down at you did not help your shirt do its job of covering up your body.

I prefer not to, Joonie,” You reply again, your voice firm.

He notices your tension through your body language and he knows something is wrong, “What’s on your mind, babe?” He would ask. It would take you a moment to answer properly but then you muster up the courage to admit, “I’m just not that confident, that’s all…

If that’s the case, then I’ll spend every moment of my life reminding you just how beautiful you are until you see yourself the way that I see you.” 

Originally posted by samwol

P A R K J I M I N :

You know it isn’t true, right?” He’d whisper, making you jump and turn off your phone instantly.

You quickly wiped off the tears on your face as he made his way to you on the couch. Though your eyes were glossy and slightly puffy, you maintained eye contact with him as he sat down next to you and put your phone behind him before grabbing your hands.

I don’t know what you’re talking about?” You’d lie, resisting the urge to break out into tears by biting your lip.

He’d simply shake his head at you before saying, “Please, don’t try to hide it anymore,” He’d plead, his tone full of care that you haven’t heard before. “I see how you look at yourself in the mirror, how you eat so little when we have our meals, how you pick clothes that hides your body, how you refuse to look at yourself in pictures…” He trails off.

It makes me so sad because you are worth so much more than a number on a scale or how much fat you can pinch on your skin,” He sighs, and tears escape from your eyes because those were the words that you never knew you needed to hear.

You’ll see it one day,” He then smiles softly, “Until then, I’ll just have to love you twice as much.

Originally posted by chimtae

K I M T A E H Y U N G :

Oh my gosh!” He’d exclaim, seeing you curl up and your eyes start to get teary. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry!” 

No, no,” You’d force a smile on your face, “It’s okay. I just hate being tickled.” 

He’d relax a bit and a smile would appear on his face, “Aw, but that’s what makes being the tickle monster so fun!” 

Really? You enjoy tickling me?” You’d ask, and he’d respond, “Of course! My girl gets to laugh! It’s the highlight of my day.” 

So…” You’d continue, a bit curious, “You don’t mind my jelly belly?

He’d blink at you before answering, “I don’t care about your jelly belly.” His answer was rather straightforward but he’d add on, “If that’s what makes you who you are, then I love it, because I love you.

Originally posted by nnochu

J E O N J U N G K O O K :

You know… No one else thinks like that about you…” He’d say, his voice soft.

You two had just gotten home from eating dinner with your parents, and all your parents could talk about was your weight. The ride home was unbearably uncomfortable and silent, giving you anxiety because you were starting to think that Jungkook was beginning to believe your parents and seeing you in a whole different light now. When he breaks the quietness, you let out a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding in but he mistakes it as a sigh.

It’s true!” His confidence was rising and he didn’t want those harsh words that your parents had said to be etched into your mind. “Don’t listen to them! You’re fine just the way you are!” He’d then clear his throat because now he’s raising his voice and he just said the cheesiest line in existence. “Listen, don’t let their words affect you. You don’t have to lose weight or anything like that. Your weight doesn’t define who you are, and it sure as hell won’t change how I feel about you.


~ yna

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Title: Coach Negan

anonymous requested: Can you do a coach negan fan fiction where he looks out for one of his students because they’re getting bullied or somet thanks x

Character(s): Negan and Reader (pre-apocalypse)
Summary: Coach Negan takes a liking to you and after he witnesses the bullying that you endure, he shows you just exactly how special you are.
Word Count: 3,448
Warning: SMUT!!! 
Author’s Note: Thank you to the anon who sent this request in! I was so excited to write this story. I mean, a Coach Negan fic? Yes, please. So, I hope whoever sent this in, enjoys this one-shot! I figured I’d add some smut because I just couldn’t help myself lmao. Enjoy! :-)

Forever Taglist: @disfigured-it-out || @chunex || @jasoncrouse || @oceanicseries || @dixonsbait || @negan–is–god || @see-you-then-winchester || @sable-the-trans-ham || @k4veggies || @labyrinthofheartagrams || @purplemuse89 || @ladyynegan || @scentofpineandhazelnutlattes || @may85 || @a-girl-interupted || @spn-cw123 || @multireality || @ashzombie13 || @constellationsolo || @isayweallgetdrunk

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10 reasons to stan Day6

A/N : I don’t know why but the tumblr keeps removing the gifs from this post… had to start again 3 times. Someone knows what’s up??

Guess who’s going to see Day6 in concert in Toronto this October?

ITS ME AND @hobi-my-hubby & @i-moved-kpopchangedme-i-moved

Guess who’s going to fkg MEET DAY6 THROUGH HI-TOUCH?


I really can’t believe I’ll be in the same place as Day6 and even meet them! It’s absolutely unreal! And all this with my best friends? We are so excited and hype and I promise I’ll keep you posted about my experience! 

Till then, here’s my love of Day6 condensed in one post! I’m happy they are finally getting the recognition they deserve, the came a long way and I couldn’t be prouder! This post is for the ones that are not yet stanning Day6 at 101%, but needs the extra push to do so. Enjoy!

1-Who doesn’t love a good ol’ band

We all have our moments where we need to listen to one specific type of music or songs… Well I don’t. Whatever is the circumstances, Day6 is always and will always be appropriate. If I’m crying my eyeballs out for x reason, Day6 is here to pump me up. If I happily enjoying a bath with the company of my favorite white wine, Day6 makes my bath 10x better.

And seriously, I don’t trust people that are like “Bands are not really my thing I prefer xxxxxxxx”. I completely understand people have preferences and all… but look… if you don’t like a band formed of 5 angelic looking boys with voices lovingly concocted by millions of angels and personalities made from the sweet mix of love, stupidity, more love and some judgmental looks, you are CEARLY WRONG.

It’s important to mention how Day6 have such a great variety of songs from slower to hyper one, all faintly tainted with a pinch of emo lol.

Originally posted by wonplis

 2-Jae’s a social media KING

If you haven’t heard about the interactions on twitter between Jae and his fans… you must be living in a different galaxy. Even if you don’t stan Day6, you can’t stay indifferent at the sight of so many golden/sassy/priceless/” inspirational” /funny/ replies. And now he has a YouTube channel?? What did we, My Day, do to deserve so much quality content?
Jae is literally everywhere on social media… We can see him in Edward Avila’s YouTube vlogs, in CocoSori’s Coco channel as well, on asc… the list just never ends. Who’s complaining though.

3-They let our fanfictional minds wander in unholy places by showing us their
rooms and dorm



I was smashing the pause button every time they were showing a new angle of the room Young K is sleeping in or a nice shirt that Sungjin could lend me to sleep in coughcoughcough I am so sorry.

This is a message to all the people sent from above to write fanfiction for our thirsty asses… go watch the vlive I was mentioning above and do an idol!au with their real dorm and hmu that would be AMAZING.

Originally posted by ciutae

4- 1 month 1 song for A WHOLE YEAR YES PLEASE

MyDay are one of the only fandom that will not die of hunger this year. It just so crazy! I don’t have time to get over the August’s release when the September’s one comes! Just how are we supposed to keep up? Should I dedicate my life entirely on Day6?

They answer is: Fuck yeah gurl, fuck yeah.

January: (I wait)
February: (You were
March: (How can I say)
April: (I’m serious)
June: (I smile)
July: (Hi, hello)
August: (What can I do)
September: (I loved you)

me looking for the new song when the new month starts

5- Sungjin’s rocker voice

I am 101% an absolute sucker for a soothing rocker-like voice. And Sungjin is serving it beautifully! His part in “I smile” anyone? I am imply mesmerized by his voice everytime he starts to sing. The power he got on me is incredible I am scared. 

6- They are juuuuust like us (poor af) 

The tweet where Jae tells us about how the cashier at Mc’Do told him she was a fan and his card was immediately declined after, letting him embarrassed and poor af, was so funny. I still have the screenshot in my phone and I look when I’m having a bad day lol. And when he went to Mc’Do again with Coco and his friend before a movie and took the cheapest meal for a grand total of 3$. Or When Young K got sooooo excited during a vlive when they went to a convenience store to by stuff and Jae told him he had the companies’ card and they didn’t have to pay for their food? Jae is us, Young K is us, Day6 is us. (And after they concert I’m 101% sure I won’t even be able to afford a 3$ BigMac.)

7- Dowoon is adorable

Just how cute can someone be? The way his ears turn red when he is getting shy is just the most adorable thing on earth. Seriously I don’t know what more to say? Look at this angel and cry with me.


Originally posted by dowoonerie

Originally posted by definitelythis

Originally posted by dowoonerie


8- Dancing machines lol

I don’t know why I am adding a lol in there because THEY ACTUALLY ARE PRETTY GOOD DANCERS.

We say what Young K can do in term of dancing in asc and IT IS PRETTY FUCKING AMAZING. No wonder he nearly debuted in a dancing group with Wonpil!

You’ll also see Sungjin dancing like a dork but in reality, he is talented as well! He is just fooling with us on purpose ;)

Originally posted by just-a-dream-40

I’ll probably ask Young K to do this dance for me

Originally posted by brianskangs

if this isn’t the funniest thing ever

9- ChooooKERS

Do you ever look in the mirror before going to school/work and think: “giiiIIRRRL, my choker so looks flippin’ cute, if I walk past my ex in the streets he gonn’ be drowning in remorse boy.” Well…

For my money, every time I put on a choker or if someone says my choker compliments my outfit lovingly, I can’t help but say:
“Yeah but… Have you seen Wonpil wearing one? He looks *wipes a tear from the corner of my eye* so beautiful.
There’s a reason why Wonpil went viral by being called the “wink-choker guy”. And it’s because he can make every girl fall in love and make every guy question their sexuality.
You don’t believe want I just said? Have a look at this and come back @ me.

Originally posted by jaesgirlfriend

Originally posted by itslikevelvet

oh. my. fkg. god. HOw

10- Wonpil pink knit sweater

Why does Jae hates this sweater so much?????
It’s not because he stole it from 2009 that it is necessarily ugly?
(Jae please let’s make a deal, how about you give me his sweater. You’ll never see it again, and I’ll be blessed with the smell of Wonpil.) Am I creepy?

it’s not that bad…

BONUS- Our leader Sungjin

he is beautiful.

Originally posted by helloday6

please look at me like that at the Hi-Touch..

Forever (FP Jones-Riverdale)

Request by the lovely @imagination-factory : Could you do an FP imagine where The Reader is a serpent (much older than the gang but still theres an age gap) and she and FP have been in a relationship for a while bc Jugheads mom moved on and asked for a divorce so FP moved on too. She’s almost the opposite, loves being peaceful and her and FP are completely in love, Jughead doesn’t know. The situation but catches them together and gets angry? Fluff with FP explaining the story to him as well as you meeting his son properly? Thank you!!

Love it! If you guys want any more FP, let me know, and tell me what do you wanna see in those imagines :)

Y/N woke up to the sound of some kids playing outside of the trailer. She rolled on to her side to come face to face with a sleeping FP. He looked so peaceful when he slept. The 28 year old girl couldn’t help but smile at the love of her life.

She and FP have  been together for a bit over 2 years now and they still somehow managed to act like they were in the honeymoon faze of their relationship.

They were so different, yet they somehow managed to fit together perfectly. She was very calm and peaceful, she was able to talk and get along with absolutely anyone. FP always thought she had the power to calm any situation and make it better. While he was a very impulsive person. If someone pushed the wrong buttons he wouldn’t hesitate to get in a fight with that person. They were life fire and ice.

The girl leaned down to press a light kiss on FP’s cheek before getting out of bed. She made herself a cup of coffee before grabbing her yoga mat and spreading it open in the living room. Yes, a south side serpent did yoga. Besides when she wore a south side serpent jacket there was no way anyone could tell that she was from that part of the town.

“Well this is a nice view to wake up to.” A raspy voice said from behind her as she was doing the downward dog pose.

“Mornin’.” She smiled straightening up before walking over to her boyfriend who was leaning against the door frame in nothing but his boxers.

“Don’t let me disturb you, princess.” He smirked, letting his eyes run up and down her body. She was wearing a pair of black panties and a white t shirt that she slept in.

“Can’t help it, you’re too distracting.” She said joyfully before walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“You’re the one to talk.” He said before kissing her.

“I’m kinda hungry. Wanna make breakfast while i shower?” She asked as the pulled away, his hands still on her hips.

“Sure.” He said before making his way in to the kitchen as she walked in to the bathroom.

“Breakfast’s ready.” FP called out just as she walked back in to the living room wearing nothing but a towel, her hair still dripping wet.

“Thanks, love.” She smiled before sitting down and taking a bite of her eggs.

FP bent down and kissed her forehead as she ate before walking over to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of beer.

“Forsythe Pendleton  Jones the second, don’t you dare open that bottle.” The younger girl said with a serious voice. 

“Fine.” He left out a sigh before putting the beer back and replacing it with a cup of coffee.

“Seriously? After two years  of being with me, you still try to drink in the morning.” She said shaking her head, remembering all the times she had to slap the bottle of beer out of his hands. 

“Can’t blame me for trying.” He winked at her as he sat down next to her. She has changed him, a lot. As crazy as it sounded love really does change a person. Yes, it was hard to break the old habit  of drinking at every hour of the day, but with her in his life, he had something to fight for, someone to help him break the nasty habit.

“Yes, yes,  I can.” She said before standing up and washing her plate.

Less than a minute later FP Joined her by the sink, giving her his plate to wash as well.

“How the hell  do you manage to eat this fast?” She said with a chuckle as she started to wash the rest of the dishes. The slightly older man leaned down and started to kiss her shoulder, warping his arms around her waist. 

Once she was done with the dishes she leaned back against her boyfriend  and enjoyed the feeling of his lips on her skin and the slight starching of his stubble.

“I should get ready for work.” She sighed without actually moving.

“You can be a bit late.” He said against her neck making her smile, none of them hearing the door open and close.


Y/N jumped away from FP, wrapping her towel righter around her body, making FP turn around to come face to face with his son and a blonde girl, who he remembered as Jughead’s girlfriend.

“Jughead.. I-” FP didn’t know what to say. He knew his son always hoped for him and his mother to get back together, never accepting the fact that they got divorced.

“Hey Jughead, it’s nice to meet you, finally.” Y/N jumped in, giving FP some time to think about what he’ll say.

“Who are you?” Jughead said in a flat tone.

“I’m Y/N.” She said, not knowing if she should say anything more about her and his fathers relationship. “And you must be Betty.” She smiled at the girl who stood behind Jughead.

“Nice to meet you.” The blonde smiled.

“Sorry about.. um.. my outfit?” Y/N smiled a small blush creeping on her face. “I’ll let you guys talk, I have to get ready for work anyway.” She smiled, squeezing FP’s hand in encouragement before walking in to the bathroom where she started to put on  her make up.

“Um.. Make yourself at home, I’ll be right back.’‘  FP said before walking in to their room.

’'I thought you said your dad and your mum were close to making up.” Betty said to her boyfriend as they sat down on the couch.

“They were… But Now he’s sleeping with her.” Jughead said, spitting the last word out like it was venom.

“Sorry about that.” FP said sitting down opposite them, now fully dressed.

“Who the hell is she?” Jughead snapped.

“She’s my.. girlfriend.” The older man said, not sure what to call her or how to explain to his son that he found the love of his life and kept it from him for over two years.

“What about mum?” The boy pressed again making FP let out a deep breath, knowing this will be a difficult conversation.

“Juggie, your mum and me, weren’t made for each other. That’s why we separated.”

“But you said you want to work things out!”

“Yes and I did. I  do. But not in a sense that i want to get back together with her. I want to work out something, so i could see Jellly bean.” He told him. “I don’t love your mother. We got together, when we were very young… Your age. She got pregnant. That’s the only reason we got married. None of us was in love. But we got you. For which I’m always gonna be thankful.”

“What about Jelly bean?” Jughead tried, in his mind, still imagining his parents madly in love.

“Your mum thought that getting another kid will bring us closer together.” FP explained just as Y/N walked out of their room, now dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a red and black flannel paired off with a pair of black high heal ankle boots.

“Betty, do you want me to drive you home, i think the boys need to talk about a lot of stuff.” The girl offered grabbing her keys and her purse from the kitchen table.

“Sure.” Betty nodded before looking at her boyfriend. “Are you gonna be okay?”

“Yeah.” He said shortly still looking at his dad with an angry expression on his face.

'I love you.’ Y/N mouthed  to FP, trying not to make things worse by walking over and kissing him like every morning.

FP nodded, sending her an apologetic smile before she and Betty walked out of the trailer.

“Juggie, She’s the one.”

“How do you know?” The boy asked, like a little kid not believing their parents when they told him Santa Clause wasn’t real.

“I just know. She makes me a better person.” He told him and that made Jughead realize that his father really cut down the drinking, got a job and in general fixed his image in the last year or so. “I meet her in the Whyte Wyrm.” He told him, noticing that he is listening, he decided to continue the story. “I was in a bad place. Black out drunk. I remember some guy pushed the wrong buttons and i snapped. We got in a fight in the middle of the bar. It wasn’t looking good for me.” He said remembering how drunk he was, he was hardly able to stand, let alone fight. “Y/N stepped in, talking some sense in to the other guy, before taking me to her place. She patched me up and let me crush on her couch. Next morning she made me breakfast and we talked. At first, I’ll admit, i thought she was just another girl that felt sorry for the old drunk.” He shook his head. “But oh, i was so wrong. We ran in to one another at Whyte Wyrm, the next day as well. She saw me drinking again and sat down next to me, grabbing the bottle of beer out of my hand. I didn’t realize it at the time, but she started to ask questions, talking, about this and that. She kept me talking, to distract me from ordering another drink.” He said, noticing that the expression on his sons face had softened. “I was absolutely enchanted. She was nothing like the other girls  who usually hang out at that bar. No, she was nothing like anyone i have ever met on the south side. I walked her home that night, it was the first night i was sober, in a very long time. I found myself thinking about her, wanting to know more. I went to the Whyte Wyrm again  and again, hoping to see her again. I was like a school boy, having his first crush.” The man chuckled, shaking his head at his own actions. “Weeks passed, and i found out that she was only in the bar on the weekends, i caught myself counting down the days to the next Friday. By the first month i was whipped, but i haven’t even got a kiss from her yet. I’ve tried, oh I’ve tried, but she always rejected me.” He chuckled again. “I think that’s what made me want her more.”

“So how did you get her?” Jughead asked, surprising his father with a soft voice, the wrinkles of anger gone from his face.

“Roses.” FP said shortly, smiling at the memory. “One day i noticed she has this tattoo on the side of her left wrist. A small and simple rose, so i asked her about it. She told me that she got it when she finished high school. I was confused what it had to do with high school. She just laughed and said that there is no connection, she just loved roses. So the next day i got her a rose. The smile it brought on her face, it lit up the whole room. Such a simple thing made her so happy. And that’s when i knew. When i saw that smile, i knew, I was in love.” He said not even realizing he was smiling. Jughead couldn’t recall last time he saw such joy on his face. “She jumped up and hugged me, when she pulled away she gave me the sweetest kiss I’ve ever received. Sorry sorry, I know you don’t wanna listen to that.” FP laughed a nervous laugh, starching the back of his head.

“I get it, dad, You love her.” Jughead nodded.

“I do.”

“I… I’d like to meet her, property.”

“Yeah, how about we go  to Pop’s today? A dinner, on me. You can bring the Cooper girl.” FP offered.

“Sure.” The boy nodded.


“Why am I so nervous?” Y/N asked herself as she fixed her hair.

“You have nothing to be nervous about. He will love you.” FP said wrapping his arm around her shoulder as they sat in one of the boots at Pop’s, waiting for Jughead and his girlfriend.

“Yeah, he really seemed to love me this morning.” She laughed.

“He understands now. He’s the one who asked to meet you.”

“I know, i know.” She said taking a deep breath as she noticed the two teenagers walking towards them. “Jughead, hey.” She smiled offering him her hand, which he shook.

“Hey.” Jughead said before sitting down. “I wanted to say sorry about how I acted this morning.”

“That’s okay.” The girl smiled before sitting down besides her boyfriend again. “So,  how was school?” She asked and before they knew it they were talking about everything and anything.

FP couldn’t help but to smile, he loved the girl. She was his and he was hers. They were forever.


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Best Friends? Part 7 || l.h.

Okay, so this is a part that I have written and rewritten at least a dozen times. I’m still not completely sure if you guys will like it because I’m not sure that I like it myself.

Warnings: this part does include smut, so tread carefully. There’s also some swearing, but that’s usual.

Feedback is appreciated, especially with this being only my second time ever writing smut. I’m sorry if it’s terrible!

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“(Y/N), Luke’s here to see you.” Ronnie says, opening the door to your office at work. “Send him in.” You say, giving her a small smile. Things at work have been quiet lately, but you’re all rushing to get extra work done since Sarah has taken a temporary leave after finding out that her husband is indeed cheating on her.

After leaving Ashton’s house yesterday, you were beyond tired. All you wanted to do was go home and sleep, and that’s exactly what you did. Luke texted you this morning and asked if he could come see you during lunch, and you said yes. Ronnie opens the door wider to let Luke inside. His hair is pulled up into a bun today and he’s wearing black skinny jeans and a white t-shirt. Luke sits down on one of the chairs in front of your desk. Before Ronnie leaves, you call for her.



“Have you heard anything from Sarah?”

“Not a word. I think she just needs time alone.”

You nod, making a mental note to send Sarah some flowers. Ronnie leaves, closing the door behind her. Luke sets a paper bag on your desk.

“You look stressed.” He notes, watching as you tally up numbers on an accounting book. You glance up, sighing. “Sarah left to deal with some stuff at home, so we’re all doing the jobs she would usually do, plus our own.” Luke frowns, pulling out food from the bag. “Brought your favorite.” He tells you, pointing to the label on the bag. The food is from your favorite restaurant downtown. You smile. “Thank you. I’ll eat in a minute, I have to finish this.” You go back to the accounting book, but Luke reaches over and takes the pen out of your hand.

“Hey!” You say, frowning. “Did you eat breakfast?” He asks. “Um, no?” Luke pushes the food towards you. “Eat. You can finish that after.” You sigh, picking up a plastic fork that comes with the meal and taking a bite.

“How’s the next album coming along?” You ask. Luke scoffs, running his hand over his face. “It’s not going good. Usually we don’t doubt our music, but this time we don’t think the songs are any good.” He admits. He suddenly looks exhausted. “I could come in and listen to them.” You offer, biting your lip. Luke looks over at you. “You would do that?” He asks. You shrug. “Sure. Maybe you just need a fresh pair of ears.” Luke breaks out into a grin.

“I’m going in later tonight to work alone, I could pick you up before?” He asks. You nod, smiling. “Sounds like a plan.” It’s Luke’s turn to nod.

You make light conversation as you eat, laughter being shared between the two of you in some moments. Before you know it, Luke is leaving. You walk him to the elevator outside your office, him turning to look at you after you push the button.

“I’ll see you later.” You say softly, pulling him into a hug. He pulls back after a moment, but still keeps his around around your waist. “Try not to think about me too much until then, I’d hate for you to get distracted while working.” He says, smirking. You snort, rolling your eyes as the elevator doors open. You give him a small push inside. “In your dreams, Hemmings.” He grins before the doors close and you shake your head as you walk back to your office.

After work, it’s almost eight and you text Luke to see when he’ll be picking you up. Luke replies and says that he’ll be there in an hour, so you quickly shower and get dressed into a white skirt that has golden pineapples all over it, a white t-shirt, and white vans. You tuck the t-shirt into your skirt, grabbing a few gold bracelets and putting them on. You notice a pair of earrings sitting far in the back of your jewelry box. You smile when you pull them out and see that they’re gold and pineapples. You put them in and grab your curling iron to give yourself some waves, then pull some of your hair up into a top-knot, just as Luke honks from outside. You smile again, rushing downstairs and grabbing your keys. You lock the front door as you leave, Luke’s car sitting in your driveway.

He smiles at you as you get in. He’s still wearing the same clothes from earlier, some strands of hair falling out of us bun. “You look great, very pineapple-y.” He says, chuckling. You grin, shrugging. “Thank you.” You say. He pulls out of the driveway, driving to the studio. It’s quiet on the way there, the silence comforting. You arrive at the studio 10 minutes later and follow Luke inside.

“Is anybody else here?” You ask, following him down a long hallway. He shakes his head. “No, but we all have a key for the main studio we work in for nights where we can’t sleep and just want to write.” You nod, watching as he pulls out a key from his pocket and unlocks a door. You both walk in, the studio not a surprise to you since you’ve been here many times with the boys in the past. Luke shuts the door, then walks over to the control part of the studio.

“Ready?” He asks, sitting down in a chair near the controls. You sit down on the medium-sized leather couch in the room, nodding. He hits a button on the controls and a guitar starts playing throughout the room, soft at first but increasing in sound as Calum’s bass joins in. Michael’s voice fills the studio, raspier than from the last album, but still sounding amazing.

You listen to numerous songs before Luke turns to you, raising his eyebrows. “So?” He asks, biting his lip. “Luke, there’s no reason for you and the boys to doubt that music. It’s incredible.” Luke pushes another button on the controls, hooking up his phone to the speakers in the room. An Ed Sheeran song plays softly as Luke joins you on the couch.

“You really think so?” He asks. “Yes! It’s such a step up from the last album but that’s good. It’s going to be a huge hit.” He smiles a little. “Thanks, (Y/N). That means a lot.” You smile too, nodding.

The two of you end up staying there and talking about anything and everything as music plays in the background. As the night goes on, questions get deeper and soon you’re both talking about life and how neither of you expected to be where you are now in life.

“Are you tired?” Luke asks suddenly. You shake your head. “No, are you?” You ask. He shakes his head. It’s quiet for a few minutes, both of you just enjoying the other’s company, your feet on his lap.



Can I kiss you?“

You look over at Luke, your eyes widening slightly. "I thought we were working our way up to that.” You say, your voice barely a whisper. Luke sighs. “I know, but you’re wearing that skirt and all I keep thinking about is how good Vegas was, and fucking God, (Y/N), I wanna kiss you so bad.” He says, his voice sounding strained. As much as you want to take things slow with Luke, you can’t deny the fact that you’ve been thinking about Vegas, too. You’ve thought about it a lot and have been wanting it to happen again for so long.

You glance at Luke and his eyes are a shade darker than usual, the blue orbs filled with lust and desire.

“Yeah, you can kiss me.” Luke snaps his head towards you. “Really?” He asks. You nod. “But we don’t get to regret it later. Once we kiss, there’s no going back.” You say quietly. Luke nods frantically. “Of course. No regrets.”

You bite your lip as he moves to crawl on top of you since you’re on your back lying down. Luke holds himself up on his elbows, cradling your face in his hands. He looks into your eyes, asking you silently if this is really what you want. Your arms go around his neck, so he nods.

It’s a light brush at first; just a quick hesitant touch that makes both of you only want more. Luke’s lips reconnect with yours fully now, and it’s just how you remember. His lips are soft and warm, moving against yours in perfect sync. It’s slow and do intimate that it makes a low part of your stomach burn. Luke pulls away after a minute, his breath fanning across your cheeks.

“No, more.” You mumble, pulling him back down. He kisses you again, this time licking your bottom lip lightly. Your mouth opens in response and his tongue strokes into your mouth, slow and hot. A small moan comes out of your mouth and into his. You’re panting when he pulls away sharply. “We can’t do this, sweetheart. You’ll regret it.” He says, stroking your hair lightly. You shake your head. “No, no, please don’t stop.” You say, your voice weak. Luke sighs. “Trust me, I don’t want to, but it’s better if we don’t go there.” You whine a bit, lifting your hips up to meet his covered cock. Luke lets out a tortured groan as friction is applied to his cock that’s been fattening up over the past few minutes.

“Please, Luke. I haven’t done anything with anyone since that night, I need this.” You say, rubbing your crotch against his. Luke reaches down and pushes your skirt up, his fingers feeling your sex through your panties. “Fucking hell, (Y/N), you’re soaked and I’ve barely done anything yet.” He says, groaning again. You whimper as he applies pressure to your clit.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” Luke asks, watching your face as he repeatedly applies pressure to your clit with his thumb. You moan, your breathing picking up. Luke removes his hand from under your skirt and licks the wetness off his fingers, his eyes on yours the entire time. You whimper as you watch him.

“Mmm, tastes even better than I remember.”


“Please what, sweetheart?”

“Please, just-just fuck me.”

“Mm, sweetheart, I want to savor this, so you’re going to have to wait.”

Luke moves one of his legs in between yours, and you cry out when he rubs against your hot sex. He pushes your shirt up and reaches under your back to take it off. He throws it across the room, his thumb rubbing over one of your nipples lightly. When it’s hard and straining up at him, Luke leans down and licks over it a few times, causing your crotch to thrust up against his thigh between your legs again. You cry out when he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as he flicks and pinches at the other. You’re practically humping Luke’s thigh, repeatedly rubbing your clothed crotch against his leg to get any type of friction you can. Luke pulls away from your nipple, reaching down to hold your hips down to stop the friction.

“No! Please, I need to cum, Luke, please!” You say, your eyes wide. Luke chuckles, his hand going back up under your skirt. He pushes your underwear to the side, rubbing over your entrance until you have tears brimming in your eyes, then pushes a finger into your sex. You whine, squeezing your eyes shut as he fingers you tortuously slow.

“’S that good?” He murmurs into your ear, trailing kisses down your neck. “Want more.” You manage to get out, trying to lift your hips to make him go faster. Luke smiles against your skin, adding another finger. He sucks a hickey into your neck as he thrusts his fingers in and curls them up against that spot. You gasp, your back arching against him. He thrusts his fingers against that spit multiple times, each time harder than before. “You have such a pretty pussy, sweetheart, you know that?” Luke murmurs. You cry out as he thrusts his fingers in especially hard. “The prettiest I’ve ever seen. And it’s mine, isn’t it?” Luke continues. You moan, the filthy words only edging you on further. “Feels so wet and tight, I can’t wait to bury my cock inside of you.” He says, squeezing his eyes shut at the thought. His cock is twitching in his jeans, begging to be let out and touches, but he wants to focus on you. You’re a moaning mess, the low burning sensation in your stomach forming.

Just before you can release, Luke removes his fingers. You nearly scream, a few tears rolling down your cheeks from frustration.

“Shh, shh, sweetheart. I’m going to make you cum now, okay? It’s alright.” Luke murmurs, cradling your face in his hands and wiping your tears away. He reaches down and pushes your skirt up to your hips and then undoes his jeans and pushes them down far enough to get his cock out. It’s angry looking; red and begging for release. The weeping head has precum bubbling out of it and it makes your mouth water. Luke gives his cock a few strokes after grabbing a condom from his back pocket. He puts the condom on, pushing your legs apart after removing your panties.

“Ready?” He asks, rubbing the head of his cock against your clit. You nod fast, anticipating the pleasure his cock is going to give you. You’ve never been this desperate for sex before, but it’s Luke and it’s been so long and you need this.

The first thrust is slow. He pushes inside of you lightly, dropping his head onto your shoulder and groaning deep from the back of his throat. “Fuck me, you’re so tight.” He grits out, clenching his teeth. You lift your hips a bit, urging him to move. “Come on, Luke, fucking fuck me.” You say roughly. Luke practically growls in your ear, pulling out only to slam back into your sex. You both moan at the same time, his lips connecting with yours to swallow them. He reaches down to rub your clit in tight circles, making you cry out again.

“Not gonna last, sweetheart.” Luke mumbles, his thrusts hard and fast-paced. The low burning feeling in your stomach is starting again, and if Luke stops again, you’re going to scream.

Luckily he doesn’t, thrusting his cock against that sweet spot and watching how your face contorts into pleasure.

“Gonna cum for me? Hm? Come on, beautiful, cum for me.” He says softly, his thrusts becoming sloppy. Your moans begin getting louder, your nails digging into Luke’s shoulders. He hits your sweet spot one more time, and that’s when it hits you. The pleasure is overwhelming, a wave of euphoria going through your body. Luke groans as your sex clenches around his cock, and it isn’t long before he’s coming undone, too, thrusting into you until you’re both sensitive. He pulls out, panting against your neck.

“That was…” He starts, but doesn’t finish the sentence. “Yeah.” You mumble, understanding. He gets up to throw the condom away, pulling your skirt and shirt back down so that you’re covered. He tucks his cock back into his boxers, hissing at the sensitivity and pulls his pants back up. He nudges you over enough to lie down on the couch and pull you on top of him. You look proper fucked out, your cheeks flushed and your lips swollen; your eyes still in a daze. He can’t help but feel a little proud at knowing he’s the one who made you that way.

“You good, sweetheart?” Luke asks softly, stroking your hair. You nod, your eyes falling shut. “Tired.” You mutter. Luke smiles a little, watching as your breathing evens out and little snores fill the room.

[Pentagon] Reaction to you stealing/wearing their hoodie

Jinho~  This adorable little guy will think that you are the cutest thing ever. Most of his sweaters are way too big, even on his small frame, so on you, it would look even bigger, and he would totally be head over heels for that look on you. He wouldn’t be the slightest bit upset that you were wearing his clothes, in fact, he would feel a swell of pride that you would want to wear his hoodies. That precious little smile of his would be plastered on his cute little face, unable to contain his excitement.

Hui~  Our precious leader would be just that, precious. He would find it so flattering that you would want to wear his things. He would notice rather quickly that what you had on was his, and would proceed to ask you about it. Is that mine? Why are you wearing this today? When you respond be saying that you wanted to feel closer to him by wearing his hoodie, or that it smells like him, he would laugh sweetly, somewhat embarrassed that you would say that, yet overjoyed at the fact that you feel that way about him.

Hongseok~  He would immediately know that you had his shirt on, there would be no mistaking that. He would smile knowingly, finding pride in the fact that you were wearing his clothes. But, the fact that you were in his shirt, would carry a different feeling for him as well. He wouldn’t even say a word, just gently slip his arms around you from behind, leaning his chin on your shoulder, sliding his hands into the pocket at the front of the hoodie. “You’re cute,” he would whisper quietly, letting his breath linger just a tad too long on your ear, “But I think it would look better on the floor..” If you know what I mean. ;)

Edawn~  When you show up in his hoodie, he would eventually take notice. It wouldn’t be instant acknowledgment, but he would notice soon enough. Although, once he does take notice, his reaction would be a calm one. He wouldn’t care much that you took his clothes without asking, nor would he mind that you were wearing it. He would simply smile to himself and continue on with whatever he was doing. If you asked him about it at all, he would just play it off cooly, simply telling you that his hoodie looked good on you. All while silently loving the fact that you wanted to share his things in the first place.

Shinwon~  He would immediately notice that the sweater you were wearing was his. He would whine about you wearing his things without asking or about how he was going to wear that today, when really he didn’t even notice it was missing from his closet. However, it would all be a front. He would actually think that you are the cutest thing ever, that you would want to share his things and be reminded of him. So he would just watch you, outwardly judging, yet inwardly approving of you taking his stuff.

Yeo One~  Changgu’s reaction would be kind of extra. He wouldn’t immediately realize that you were wearing his sweater, but he would soon enough. But boy when he does. He would throw his arms around you, saying how super cute you look wearing his clothes. He would be more than willing to keep sharing his things with you. He would quickly pull you along to his closest, allowing you to go through and pick our whatever you want. That white t-shirt that you loved so much? Sure thing. That cute sweater that he always wears when the two of you are just lounging around? All yours. Anything that would keep reminding you of him, was yours for the taking. He would practically push everything onto you.

Yanan~  Like Shinwon before him, he would quickly take notice that you were wearing his clothes. And like Shinwon again, he would whine about you taking it without asking and wearing his things. He is so sweet though and his whining wouldn’t last long, instead he would just let you go with it, thinking that it was cute of you to want to share his things. He would only really ask you “why”, only wanting to know the reasoning behind wanting to wear his things. Your answer would make his ears flush red, but his sweet smile would be plastered on his angelic face. He wouldn’t really say much else.

Yuto~  Oh which of the 32476 black hoodies did you grab? It’s so hard to tell, but he would somehow know. Probably the way that the fabric hangs off of your smaller frame. He would still ask though, just in case, “Is that mine?” When you nod shyly, he would quickly pull you into his signature bear hug, rocking you back and forth happily. He would think that you are literally the cutest person on the planet. Like, Yeo One, he would be more than willing to give you any piece of clothing that you wanted, even his favorite hoodie.

Kino~  Even though he would notice his sweater right away, he wouldn’t say much about it at all. He would let out a soft squeal before clinging to you cutely. His natural aegyo taking over to express just how he feels. He would smile brightly, enjoying the look of you in his clothes, thinking that you would look good in just about anything. He wouldn’t be the slightest bit upset that you wanted to wear his clothes. As a matter of fact, he would probably ask for something in exchange, that way he has something to remind him of you as well. It wouldn’t even have to be a piece of clothing, although having your smell with him would be ideal, just as long as it was something that was yours, he would appreciate it so much.

Wooseok~  It would take this giant ages to even realize that you had his hoodie on. I mean, how could he NOT notice right away? You would be absolutely swimming in this thing because somehow he manages to still find the only hoodies on the planet that would still give him sweater paws. So, after he finally realizes that what you are wearing is actually his, he would basically just scoop you up and snuggle you. Telling you awkwardly how super cute you are.


Mr. Blue-Eyes

Summary: Did I ever tell you about the good looking guy I met on the train? No? Well, gather around children. Imma tell y’all an embarrassing story that actually happened as described in this little one shot. Except the good looking guy wasn’t actually Bucky. But a girl can dream, right? (In case anyone understands German, my friend showed me this song by Cro after telling her my story. It fits perfectly.)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (AU)

Warnings: Clumsiness, general awkwardness, shy reader, smirking Bucky

Words: 1502

A/N: This is unedited and only written for fun. There will be mistakes and they are all my own. I just wanted to tell a silly story from my life in hopes of making my friends smile. @buckyywiththegoodhair , @bovaria , @brighterlights , @winchestersnco

Originally posted by unlucky--bucky

It is a typical Thursday. You are on your way to your parents’ house for a long weekend away from the stress university provided to a weekend filled with family. It is your aunt’s birthday on Saturday, which means the whole family is gathering for coffee and cake in the afternoon and a BBQ in the evening. You could look forward to a day filled with your uncle’s questionable worldviews, your grandma’s constant nagging about finding a husband and having children and your brother-in-law’s general awfulness. Nonetheless, you do look forward to getting away for a couple of days so you pack your bag on Thursday morning and leave your place to go on the three hour train ride to your hometown.  

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Originally posted by qt-taehyungssi

“Laying in bed, Taehyung’s mind skimmed over the events from today, always pausing to think about the extremely pretty girl who was staring at him earlier. He was determined to find out who she was, she wasn’t getting away so easily.”

Genre: Fluff | Angst
Members: Taehyung x Reader
Word count: 1528

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Kitten; Part Ten

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Jon Moxley[Dean Ambrose]/Unnamed OFC

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Happy Thirst Party Saturday everyone! Tagging our finest, @tox-moxley, @hardcorewwetrash, @oraclegazes, @actualamyautopsy and @iwannadiehere. Enjoy!

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Neighbors Steve Rogers x Reader

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Characters: Steve Rogers (Captain America)

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Some mention of race and insecurities

Word Count: 3,468

A/N: Hey guys, I have been working on this for a while and it’s really long, like 6-7 pages long. I hope you guys enjoy this and that none of my friends read this either. Enjoy adorable Steve Rogers!!!!

Originally posted by yalica

I was scrolling through Tumblr and what not when I heard a loud knocking at my door. Which was weird, because I wasn’t expecting anyone, I have no friends that would come over, and I don’t have a boyfriend to come over and surprise me. So it is either a very polite serial killer, or it’s someone who is lost and needs help of some kind. When I opened the door, I was met with an insanely tall and muscular chest.

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What I Like About You

Day 5 Prompt: AU
I love a good AU, so I decided to just make it a modern day AU. Find it on AO3 along with the rest of my stuff. Enjoy!

He’d always heard the phrase “opposites attract,” and it usually earned the speaker a hearty sigh of irritation from him along with an eye roll to match. Sentimental bullshit was what it was, and he had neither the time nor the interest for it.

More often than not, the recipient of his reaction tended to be his old lady neighbor, Kaede, who seemed to favor this phrase as she watched him walking along the sidewalk on his way to meet up with some people (friends, he guessed), calling it down to him from the left window of the second floor of their apartment complex.

She’d often stated how much he needed a girl in his life, speculating on his (apparently obvious) loneliness, and he’d huffed at her before retreating into the quiet sanctity of his own apartment, away from old women continuously attempting to give him love advice. No thanks.

InuYasha scowled up at her, barking at her to mind her own damn business for a change as she smirked knowingly down at him. So damn smug. In the blink of an eye she’d closed the open window before sticking her tongue out at him through the glass.

“Pain in the ass,” he grumbled while tugging on his grey beanie that the old meddler had knitted for him last Christmas. She meant well, but did she really have to be so damn annoying about it?

A mother and child passed by him, and he lowered his yellow gaze as he ran his fingers through the short, messy white hair still visible at the nape of his neck. He was barely able to catch their curious eyes before turning the corner, his frown deepening a little. The blatant wide-eyed stares and murmurs got old years ago, and it was disturbing just how little he really paid attention to them anymore.


InuYasha used to curse the features that he’d inherited from the father that he’d never met, golden eyes filled with hatred as he’d stared at his reflection in the mirror, taking in his swollen lip before angrily wiping away the blood on his chin. He’d hated that he was an easy target growing up due to circumstances beyond his control, and vowed that all people were scum that he wanted nothing to do with. If the orphanage had taught him anything, it was that all people kind of (really) sucked and appearances mattered a lot to them. He’d just always accepted it with the understanding that it was how the world worked, how all people tended to operate.

Kaede enjoyed continuously preaching at him, telling him that one day he’d find the other half to the missing piece of his soul; someone who would look past all of his shortcomings (she said as she eyed his favorite faded red zippered hoodie with nothing short of disgust), embrace him for who he really was, attitude and all.

He’d snorted at that. Bullshit. All people were shallow.

All except for one.


She was something else, that Kagome. Miroku had introduced them at a party once (she was a friend of Sango’s), and nothing had ever been the same. If there was a polar opposite for him, Kagome was it. She was so bouncy and full of life, perpetually happy, incredibly smart and so full of potential. The girl seriously had the world at her fingertips.

Why she chose to waste her time associating with him he’d never know, but if there was one thing he’d learned in his twenty two years of existence, it was to never ask questions that you weren’t willing to hear the answers to. For some strange reason that was beyond him, InuYasha found himself seeking her out more and more these days, never tiring of the joy he saw in her eyes whenever she spotted him.

Either she was oblivious to the way that he looked or she simply didn’t care, electing to be seen with him in public more and more frequently without a care in the world. She didn’t judge people by their appearances, so it never occurred to her that other people tended to do just that, and InuYasha admired the unadultered kindness within her; it was something that the world desperately needed more of.

The abrasive attitude that InuYasha had forged in his youth usually brushed most people the wrong way, but he sometimes found it reflected back at him times three, and damn if that wasn’t an attractive quality in a girl who looked innocent but could give as good as she got. She was tough and didn’t take shit from anybody, InuYasha included, and he wondered if she knew just how refreshing she really was in his stale life.


She always took the time to show him just how much she adored him, and it was strange at first to be the recipient of so much unwarranted affection. She dished it out so often and anywhere she felt like it, like right now, in the booth at the back of the coffee shop that they tended to frequent on a lazy Saturday morning. The freakishly inhuman looking eyes that he used to hate were gifted with soft kisses pressed against drowsy lids, her breath warm against his skin as she giggled breathily at his stuttering start and light blush. He grumbled at her half-heartedly and told her to “knock it off,” secretly delighted when it earned him more.


While he tended to shy away from going out in crowded places, Kagome seemed hell bent on dragging him out into the thick of them as often as she could get away with. His short white hair had always been a form of torture, easily spotted and usually the first thing that people noticed about him. He’d learned a hard lesson early on in his life that it was usually easier to prevent a situation from happening by just covering it up, and had taken to wearing hats whenever out in public.

She never let him hide any part of himself from her, though. Her favorite thing to do was yank his beanie off of his head and take off with a squeal of delight, his resounding “Hey!” always followed with a “Give it back!” as he gave into the merry chase. Her breathless giggles and elated smiles never ceased to get his heart pounding as they tore through the park, weaving through the people; people who were actually smiling at their antics instead of frowning at his mere existence.

Catching her in his arms and lifting her off of the ground always gifted him with the most beautiful sound of her uninhibited laughter, his own mouth turning up into a smile as she shoved the hat onto her own head of dark hair, challenging him to “Come and get it!”

And he would.


Later, in the quiet stillness of his own apartment, InuYasha’s eyes were closed as her hands skimmed along the random scars on his bare flesh, old wounds that had healed long ago from past experiences.

Her gaze was so open and honest, full of love and acceptance as she pressed her lips to a small and jagged scar on his shoulder, his breath catching in his chest as his knees shook, his grip on his discarded t-shirt going lax and allowing the fabric to fall silently to the ground.

She was still here, accepting every single piece of him as he threw his arms around her, burying his nose in her dark hair and inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo. She’d boldly stated earlier in the evening that she wanted to stay by his side, that she cared for him, and InuYasha felt his throat tighten and chest constrict with foreign emotions as she stroked his back soothingly.


On their way to meet Miroku and his fiancé for brunch the next morning, InuYasha groans at the familiar voice of the old crone who lives next door to him, calling down to him from her usual perch at her window.

InuYasha looks over at Kagome, who calls out her own greeting as she waves energetically at Kaede with a bright smile, wearing his grey beanie and faded red sweatshirt in the golden sunlight. She tugs on their laced fingers, and he manages a small nod in greeting to the old woman who no longer smirks knowingly at him, but smiles down lovingly at them instead.

That’s How Easy Love Can Be

Summary: An alphabetical journey of Phil’s 26 favourite things about Dan–along with a special surprise at the end–may just make Dan’s 26th birthday his best one yet.

Word Count: 6.3k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: existential crisis (but it’s super tiny), swearing

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAN!!! I hope he’s having the best day with lots of food and plenty of love from Phil, he truly deserves it. I think 26 will bring some really great things for him and I honestly can’t wait to see what this next year will bring. I hope you enjoy!!

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“Are you cold, do you want to borrow my jacket?” “I’m not cold.” “So you’re just shivering for no reason then?” (Credit to Dialogue-prompts)

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It was a cold December evening and Richie Tozier was wearing all but a leather jacket, a thin t-shirt, his black pants and his black boots. He was walking along the sidewalk, arm around the shoulders of Eddie Kaspbrak. Eddie was wearing a long sleeved like blue shirt, his light blue pants and his white converse.

They were on their way home from their local diner, Marco’s, the place that they visited every Tuesday night for date night without fail. They had been best friends ever since they could remember, but as they grew older, so had their feelings for each other. It wasn’t until Richie had saw Bradley from Eddie’s English class, blatantly flirting with him by his locker that he decided to do something about it.

He’d marched up to Eddie’s locker, his unlit cigarette still between his finger and he’d stepped between Eddie and Bradley, taking the smaller boys face in his hands, bending down to his height and crushing their mouths together in a very non-chaste first kiss.

Eddie, though he’d been shocked at first, wrapped a hand around Richie’s neck and into the curls that sat there, kissing him back as best as he could. Richie could hear the whistling of their group of fiends in the background, but it didn’t make him pull away, oh no, instead Richie wrapped an arm around Eddie’s waist and pulled him flush against him.

They’d been dating ever since.

Even though they were an official couple, voted cutest couple at the end of their junior year, their friendship dynamic never really changed. They still teased each other, Richie still made your mom jokes and called Eddie, Eds and Eddie Spaghetti but this time with a little more kissing and an added ‘baby’ at the end. Eddie still rolled his eyes at Richie’s lame jokes and had a sarcastic answer to most of Richie’s comments.

As the cold air blew, it sent a shudder through Eddie’s body, which Richie could feel almost instantly. Eddie had chosen not to wear a jacket that evening as they were travelling to Marco’s in Richie’s truck. What Eddie didn’t plan on however, was for Richie’s truck to break down, causing them to have to walk home in the cold.

Now Eddie may be small and compact, and he knew that Richie liked to take advantage of that…by picking him up easily and making him the little spoon when they cuddle, but Eddie was not about to ask Richie for his jacket. Nope, he was not going to sink that low.

“Baby? Are you cold?” Richie’s voice broke through the silence of the street they were walking down. It was just past ten, and usually Eddie would be freaking out about missing curfew, but since he was almost a senior, his mother had reluctantly allowed him to come home later, as long as it wasn’t too late. “Do you want to borrow my jacket?” As Richie spoke, he was already beginning to shrug of the leather jacket that shielded him from the cold winter air.

“I’m not cold,” Eddie mumbled, but as he spoke, another shiver coursed through his body and his teeth began to chatter.

Richie raised an eyebrow, brushing a hand back through his unruly curls, a small smirk plastered on his face, “Oh really? So you’re just shivering for no reason then?”

 Eddie groaned and closed his eyes, “Fine, fine I’m c-cold. I’m f-freezing.” Great, now he was starting to sound like Bill. He watched as Richie’s eyes softened and the he finished shrugging the jacket off, draping it over Eddie’s smaller shoulder, enveloping him in the heat that had been radiating from Richie’s body.

“Better?” He asked and wrapped his arm back around Eddie’s shoulder, keeping him close. His skin pricked with goosebumps at the cold but he really couldn’t care, as long as Eddie was warm, that was all that mattered.

Eddie smiled softly and he looked up at his boyfriend, “Much better, thank you.” They walked a little bit further before Eddie spoke up again, “Actually…my lips are kind of still cold,” he spoke coyly, glancing up at Richie through his eyelashes, blinking a few times. This was a trick he had learned very early on in the relationship, and it wasn’t something he used often, but when he did boy did it work.

“Oh?” Eddie watched as Richie swallowed, his Adam’s Apple bobbing and he licked his lips, leaning in closer. Eddie could feel Richie’s hot breath against his mouth, and before he could answer, those lips were pressed against his own, warming them up almost instantly. Richie’s arm moved from around Eddie’s shoulders to his waist, pulling him flush against him as his other hand cupped Eddie’s cheek softly. Eddie had pushed himself up on his toes, damn Richie’s height difference, so he could push back against him, eyes drifting closed.

Eddie let out a short gasp as he felt Richie’s tongue run along the line of his bottom lip, opening his mouth so he could push it in, deepening the kiss and making Eddie’s toes curl up in his converse. One of Eddie’s hands weaved into Richie’s hair, tugging at the curls, causing Richie to break the kiss and start trailing a line of soft kisses down his jaw to his neck. His lips latched on to a sensitive spot there and worked their magic, probably creating a dark bruise.

At that moment, Richie pulled back, pressing another light kiss to Eddie’s mouth as he did so, joining their hands and lacing their fingers, “Warmer now?” Richie asked and Eddie just hummed, his face tinged with a light red colour.

“Mhmm-“ he cleared his throat, “Much.” They came to a stop outside of Eddie’s house and Eddie let go of Richie’s hand to walk up the path. He stopped halfway there and turned back around. “Love you, Richie.”

Richie’s face lit up and he sent Eddie a wink, “Love you too baby.”

“I’ll see you soon yeah? I’ll leave my window open.”

“Looking forward to it.” 


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white shirts ♡ grayson

requested: yes

anon: your their best friend and you end up giving them a boner by accident?

anon: okay I saw someone else do this, but I think you could do it better 😂 can you do an imagine (Maybe both boys? just seperate posts) where you’re like their best friend and you accidentally give them a boner

(a/n – so big news is coming up, it’s really exciting haha!!! hope you gray girls enjoy this one hahahah!) 

“Gray!” You yell, entering your best friends house, “Your very favorite person has arrived!” You say in a sing-song voice.

“In the backyard, Y/N!” You hear him yell as you closed the door, putting your bags down and taking your shoes off.

It was really hot outside when you reached his backyard. He was laying on the couch outside, scrolling through twitter on his phone.

“Gray! You’re so boring!” You whine and he rolls his eyes, placing his phone on his chest and looking up at you.

“Me? Boring? Impossible.” He says and you stick your tongue out.

Suddenly you jump up, running towards the shade, “The floor is so hot!” You yell and he laughs,

“Where are your shoes?” He asks and you narrow your eyes at him and give him that, where-the-hell-do-you-think look, making him laugh even harder.

“God it’s hot.” You groan, fanning yourself making Grayson’s eyes light up for an unknown reason.

“You think it’s hot, huh?” He asks, inching toward you making you a little bit confused.

“Um, Yes, it is very hot. You think it’s cold, or something?” You laugh but when he just smirks you know something’s up. He quickly scooped you up in his arms and in one swift motion, before you knew what was going on, he ran to the deep side of the pool and threw you in, a loud scream coming from your mouth before you went under completely.

“Grayson! I’m going to kill you!” You yell as soon as your head pops out of the water, but he was only laughing hysterically.

“Your face-and-and your scream! Oh my gosh-” He gasps for air, laughing way harder than he should have.

“Gray!” You pout, swimming to the side where he was and lifting up your arms for him to grab you out of the water. You were much too lazy to swim all the way across the pool.

He laughs a little bit more before bending down and grabbing your waist, pulling you out of the water with ease.

“Now i’m all wet!” He pushes you away and you almost fall back in the pool.

“Seriously?” You raise your eyebrows and then run towards him, wrapping your arms around him tightly and pressing your whole body to his causing him to get really wet.

“Y/N!” He yells and tries to pry you off but you wouldn’t budge,

Then you realized the pool water on your feet was drying off, and your feet were burning hot. You jump onto Grayson quickly, wrapping your legs around him tightly.

“God that is so hot!” You say, your arms around his neck as you look at the ground.

You turn your head a little to be met with Grayson’s eyes staring at you. You felt heat rush to your face as you quickly look away,

“Sorry! The floor-uh, it’s really hot.” You stammer. You weren’t sure why Grayson was looking at you with such interest when you were put back down in the shade.

Your eyes trail down to your feet when you noticed something. Grayson had a boner.

Your eyes visibly widen and you let out a very quiet gasp. Then you look at yourself and see why.

You were wearing a white t-shirt, and when Grayson threw you in the pool, everything became visible. Everything.

“I’m so sorry. I have to go ta-” He sighs and almost runs out of the backyard to take care of his situation. But what came out of your mouth next was highly unexpected,

“Maybe I could do it for you.” You say and automatically slap your hand over your mouth, surprised at yourself, “Oh my god.” You whisper and mentally slap yourself.

Then he does the last thing you expected him to do. He smirks and replies, “Follow me and you can do a lot more than just take care of my situation.”

a/n – well then. ANYWAY so i have taken into consideration and I will be doing Tuesdays and Fridays but instead of 4 posts only on Tuesdays there will be 2 on Tuesdays and 2 on Fridays (: 

Are We Okay? - Harry Styles Imagine

Originally posted by irinagudronchik

Your boyfriend was the famous Harry Styles. Of course you wouldn’t change anything about him but his famous life has becoming a hassle. You and Harry text and FaceTime everyday but you and him know it’s not the same. You miss his touch, You miss him waking you up in the mornings with peppered kisses and a fresh cup of coffee already prepared by him. You miss his touch, his touch was something that always got you weak in the knees. When he would be clingy while you were cooking and stay behind you touching your waist, arms, anything from your body in sight.
Today, you missed him the most it was your 10 month anniversary, you and Harry celebrated every month him always saying every time mark we hit together was special. Sadly, he was in London for an interview then traveling to London to perform a little gig with the guys while you were al the way in LA. Even though you weren’t together you scheduled a FaceTime call, it was about that time so you got your MacBook ready and imagining he was getting his.
You hit your boyfriends name and hit FaceTime, you didn’t expect to be as nervous as you were.
When his cute lop sided smile appeared on the screen you instantly got happy. “Hey baby!”
“Hello gorgeous, I’ve been waiting for you to call me. I miss you so much” Harry said back, you look this time to examine his appearance. He was beautiful as always, his mess of curls push back into a little man bun that he loves, he was wearing a white t-shirt and his eyes were the prettiest shade of green, you could believe this masterpiece was yours.

“Um, Y/N? You okay baby?”

“Oh, yeah.”  You whispered, “I’m perfect”

“So, how was your day? I want to hear every detail. Mine was pretty boring so love tell me about you.” He said.

You began to tell him about your day and began to discuss how you almost got hit by a car crossing the road to the nail salon you went to earlier.

“You’ve got to be more careful, my love” Harry then smirked, “But I have a joke, why did Adele cross the road?”

“No, Hazza please d-”

“To say Hello from the other side!” Harry burst into laughter, like it was the funniest thing in the world. His laugh is so adorable. When he saw you weren’t laughing he paused. “Oh C’mon Y/N that was gold!”

You just shook your head and smiled at your dork of a boyfriend. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Harry turned to you confused and yelled a “Come in!”
Someone completely unexpected walked and your whole demeanor changed. “Hey Harry” Kendall Jenner said as she gave him a peck on the cheek, then looked at his computer and noticed your very unhappy face on the screen. “Oh, I’m sorry did I interrupt something?”
“Oh, um. Kendall can you wait in the hallway for a minute?” Harry bit his lip, something he does when he’s nervous.

She then nodded her head and left and immediately Harry started to ramble.

‘I’m so sorry baby, it slipped my mind to tell you I was going to the movies with Kendall. Only as friends though! I promise nothing’s going on with her and I, it’s just dinner and I was meaning to tell you but the time went so fast I completely forgot don’t be ma-”

“Harry, stop. It’s okay, enjoy your movie. I’m alright.” You gave a sly smile.

“Are you sure? I really don’t want you to be mad at me baby.”

“Yes, I’m sure. I trust you, but I don’t trust her one bit. But, did you really have to do it on our anniversary?”

“I know, I know I’m sorry but I have to go.” Harry then ended the call and you stared in disbelief.

Yes, you trusted Harry. But did he have to go the movies with Kendall, his ex. Out of all the friends Harry has, Kendall was the last person you’d expect.
You heard your phone buzz and saw a text message from the one and only:

Harry: I’m sorry love, I didn’t mean to hang up like that but I promise nothing will happen tonight or ever. Call you later? x

You replied with a quick ‘okay.’ and waited for that call from Harry.

You felt your eyes becoming heavy and decided you should get some rest.

You jolted awake, you noticed the time on the clock and it read 11pm, must’ve been more tired than you thought.

You groaned and decided to go take a shower and brush your teeth, dealing with a worried Harry later.

In the shower you thought of how Harry and Kendall’s date must’ve went, you wondered what they talked about, if they went out after, if they hugged goodbye. You couldn’t help the aching feeling in your chest from the thought of her trying something on him.
You stepped out your hot shower and literally as your second leg hit the floor you heard commotion downstairs.

You got scared, thinking it was an intruder. You quickly grabbed Harry’s bat he put next to the bed in case of emergencies and walked downstairs.
You found a person bending over in your fridge and ran up behind them and almost swung the bat when you recognized the ugly boots on the ‘intruders’ feet.
“Harry?” You whispered instantly dropping the bat at your feet.


He then scooped you into his arms and smashed his lips against yours. This made your whole body relax and instantly move your lips against his. He seemed tense but he groaned when he realized your reaction wasn’t pushing him off. “I’m so sorry” He said after he pulled apart slightly.
“I should’ve never went out with Kendall, especially on our anniversary. It was a dick move, something I’ll never do again. I thought you were mad at me reason why I’m here. Fuck the interviews and shows, you’re what matters most”

“No, Harry it’s just, she’s so beautiful, her family is famous, she’s a model, she gets invited to award shows, parties, I’m just a small town girl that just so happened to get lucky. I don’t deserve you” You dropped your head in shame finally letting out what you’ve been feeling ever since she walked into the room.

“Baby,” He lifted your head up, he had a tear that you could tell he was holding back. “No, you’re not a model, your family isn’t famous, you’re not sitting on a pile of cash. But that’s what I love most about you, you keep me grounded, you truly make me happy every time I see you I get butterflies. You truly have no idea the affect you have on me. And I wouldn’t change anything about you for the world. I love you”

“I love you too.” You said smiling at everything that just came out of his pink lips, he truly was your rock.

“So, are we okay?”

“More than okay.”

“That’s great because,” He then pulled at your towel making it fall to the ground. “I’ve been away from so long, and I’m dying to get a taste”