oh my god no one cares i need to stop typing

me being (very) brutally honest with the signs

Aries- You’re such a goddamn hothead all the goddamn time. Not everyone likes to be constantly doing something every second of every day. You get angry with people for the smallest and most trivial reasons but god forbid someone take a dig at you. You’re such a hypocrite and it’s annoying as fuck. You act like an edgy teenager that’s constantly throwing a tantrum. You also boss people around and expect everyone to just follow your lead and if they don’t, you get pissed at them for having a mind of their own. You seriously need to take a look at your life and stop seeing everything as a fucking challenge that’s rigged against you. My god, I get tired just being in your presence. 

Taurus- You’re a lazy fuck and way too materialistic and possessive. You literally have no desire to do anything because you love to sit on your ass. You take “treat yourself” to a whole new level and not in a healthy way whatsoever. It seems like every chance you get you cause arguments and then you contradict whatever the other person is saying just because you can’t look at anything from a different point of view. Even if you get to the point where you realize you’re in the wrong and the other person is right, you’ll just continue to argue for the sake of arguing and god forbid your ego take even the slightest blow. It’s irritating as shit like you really think you know best when in reality you’re just a stubborn bitch. What a bore.

Gemini- Look, I know you guys get a lot of flak. But take this into consideration…… it’s because most if not all of it is FUCKING TRUE. You have so many different personalities I don’t know which one is even real. You gossip 24/7 and flip-flop between who you talk to and who you talk about. You’re completely unreliable and unpredictable and also clingy as fuck. Seriously, I feel like I can’t get away from you. I just want to go to the bathroom, I don’t need to hear the story right now about how Sarah said that Dylan said that Kimberly found a sock in the dryer that wasn’t hers. Literally no one cares. Another thing that you do is once you get tired of someone, you just throw them away like garbage. (Also Trump is a gemini, and I know you guys can’t control that but like come on. Of course he’s a gemini.)

Cancer- You really need to stop being so whiny or I’m actually going to lose it. Everyone has problems so stop acting like such a victim all the goddamn time. You’re so moody all the time and you act like a small child that needs to have their diaper changed. You also cling onto people as soon as you meet them and cry if someone doesn’t answer your text within 5 fucking minutes. Don’t you have your own life to live? Oh wait, I forgot you spend every second in a dark room and refuse to come outside unless it’s to answer the door because you ordered shitty takeout. You consider changing your clothes adventurous and honestly it’s so boring. Introverted doesn’t even describe you, you’re more like a complete hermit (CRAB. HA!)

Leo- Hey leo, wow, are you actually reading this? I’m kind of shocked because I never thought you’d ever stop looking at yourself in the mirror. Seriously, you’re probably the most vain sign out of all of us. So much so that if someone criticizes you in even the smallest way, you get so offended and act like you’ve been shot in the chest. You think so highly of yourself, and while it’s great to have confidence, you take it to the next level, which is extreme arrogance. You love to have the conversation focused around you. You’re the type of friend that if someone is telling you about their problem or just their day in general, you’ll interrupt them and start talking about yourself and it’s DAMN ANNOYING. How do you still have friends?

Virgo- I’m gonna tell you right now, you’re not as perfect as you think you are. You’re so quick to critique other people that you write them off as not good enough before even getting to know them. You’re the type of person that would tell their friend that they were breathing too loudly. For fucks sake, you’re such an over analyzing pedant it makes me want to slap you in the face with my fucking asymmetrical hand. Your pessimism is damn near blinding, I probably wouldn’t want to hang around you for more than 10 minutes or you’d make me feel self conscious about how I fucking walk or some shit. You can’t take or make a joke. You’re skeptical about everything and you’re completely inflexible. You like to think of yourself as an intellectual but really you’re stuck up, narrow minded and someone I constantly find myself rolling my eyes at.

Libra- You are manipulative as shit. You’ll tell someone they look good without even looking up from your phone. You lie all the time and don’t really give a fuck if you hurt other people’s feelings because you really only look out for yourself. You’re also a huge fucking coward. When your friends need you to have their back and actually be there for them, you run and hide and say, “Oh sorry I just didn’t want to get involved!”. What a lame fucking excuse for ditching your friend in their time of need. You’re also extremely indecisive to the point where it’ll take you 3 hours just to choose where you want to go eat. It’s tiring as fuck. Just MAKE A CHOICE FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE. Have your own fucking opinion. You’re like a goddamn sheep.

Scorpio- Why the FUCK are you so aggressive for no fucking reason? You manipulate people just for the fun of it. You get jealous so easily and usually you don’t even have a reason to be jealous. You just are. It’s pathetic. You like to think that you’re so cool and mysterious but in reality people just see you as a moody and brooding asshole that no one really wants to bother getting to know. I mean, why would they? What’s the point? Every time someone even tries to get close to you, you completely brush them off and act like you don’t care about them because keeping your “mystifying” aura is soo important to you. And if you do let someone in, you treat them like they’re your possession and it’s creepy as hell. You obsess over them and you want to control them. God forbid they hang out with someone that isn’t you and then you resent them for no goddamn reason other than having a life of their own. Do me a favor scorpio and don’t talk to me.

Sagittarius- Honestly if a sag is reading this, you’re just straight up getting a taste of your own medicine. You’re tactless as shit and it makes me not want to be around you, ever. You’re inconsiderate of others and impatient with everyone. If someone isn’t moving up to your standards you will become agitated and aggressive and then you take it out on the person. You constantly need to be doing something else because your attention span lasts about 2 fucking seconds. You act like an 8 year old. You’re also really superficial. You don’t bother getting to know the deeper layers of a person because, like I said, you’re impatient and also just plain lazy. You take people for granted and are careless when handling the feelings of people closest to you. You’re also a really self-obsessed know-it-all. Go climb a fucking tree, sag.

Capricorn- Four words. Lighten. The fuck. Up. You are by far the most power-hungry of all the signs. You take everything so completely seriously that I don’t even know if you understand what “fun” even is. You always have to have two feet on the ground at all times and you can never ever be spontaneous and it’s so fucking dull. You’re conservative and disdainful nature can be so overbearing at times that even your friends need to get away from you. That is, if you have friends. You’re a complete pessimist so who knows if anyone can actually tolerate that. You constantly have to be the most successful person in a room, and you make sure you reach this level of success through abusive and controlling behavior towards the people around you. Your selfishness grosses me out.

Aquarius- I asked you what time it was. I didn’t ask you if I was afraid of time passing or the fact that it’s a manmade construct. For fucks sake, just shut the fuck up about this deep shit for once. I don’t want to contemplate how large the universe really is at fuckin 8:30 am on a Monday. You’re rebellious even when it doesn’t matter and honestly all it does is piss people off. You’re constantly trying to deviate from the norm that you make the same fucking mistakes that other people already made, but you don’t fucking learn from other people’s mistakes because you always have to go your own way. Maybe listen to other people for once? You’re the most detached sign out of all of them and you hurt people by acting aloof all the fucking time but you don’t care because you chalk it up to “this is who I am!!! I need my freedom!!!!”. You need to actually think about how your actions affect people you care about because if you don’t, you’re REALLY gonna end up alone and you won’t be able to do a damn thing about it. 

Pisces- You need to stop feeling sorry for yourself all the time and get it through your head that you’re not always the damn victim. You don’t take responsibility for your actions and you always find a way to blame it on someone else because you’re NEVER in the wrong, are you? Poor little pisces. You’re not as innocent as you want everyone to believe. You’re constantly daydreaming and it becomes really annoying when I’m trying to talk to you and you just completely zone out because you love living in your little imaginary world. You’re the WORST at solving your own problems and conflicts because instead of dealing with them you just avoid it all together and end up leaving the mess for someone else to clean up. You’re really nosy- you love to get in other people’s business. But you don’t go to the person directly, you have to be sneaky about it and gather rumors from other people. You’re also very over-sensitive. Out of all the signs, you’re by far the most likely to respond to this post saying how this isn’t true and that I’m just a “big fat meany!!!” and then add a bunch of angry/crying emojis.


(disclaimer: Don’t worry, I don’t really hate your sign (unless you’re a  * * * * * * … lmao). This was just for fun and I know it’s harsh. Don’t take it too personally. You’re an individual and ultimately you determine who you really are. Except for you, * * * * * * . Fuck you.) 

Bet On Me

Reggie x Reader

A/N: This is my first ever fic and I hope you all like it!! Requests for all other Riverdale characters are open!! (This is my first fic because Reggie is bae)

Word Count: 3369

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst, violence, heavy make-out session (is that even a warning?)

Summary: Reggie is dared to date Y/N, the sweet and popular untouched cheerleader. He does so, although not expecting to fall for her in the process.

Keep reading

Punish me (Smut)
I did a thing. I figured it to be best if this was EXO member optional, since with this storyline you could end up with any EXO member really. God forgive me for I have sinned. 

Pairing: EXO member x Reader (You will have to choose one at a certain point, or read it nine times)

Genre: Smut

Edit: Apparently the first part can be classified under ‘humour’. My sister read this and she was laughing her ass off? I did not intend for this to happen but yeah… If it’s the same for you, enjoy.

Word count: 4670 words

Warning: Phone sex, Oral sex, explicit language.

Punish me:

“No, I’m not a free phone sex service!” I shout annoyed through my mobile and immediately cut the call, throwing my mobile onto the kitchen counter. Once, just once, I had been spotted in public with the members of EXO and that was the result; forty calls a day that begin with either “What are you wearing?” or “Tell me how wet you are”.

My mother is the fixed cleaning lady for the Exo dorm, but she broke her leg a few weeks ago. In agreement with SM, I replace her until she gets better. It is summer holiday and that way I don’t need to search for a summer job.

The guys from EXO are my age, so of course the relationship between EXO and me is different than the relationship my mom has with them. Whilst my mom is more a motherly figure, I am more of a friend. That’s why a few days ago, they asked me to go out for dinner with them.

Keep reading

The Reader and the Writer (Part 2)

Originally posted by stydiaislove

Part one here

Anon requests: can you please do a part two of “The reader and the writer”? i’m shook, lost and now stressed over who she really is

The Reader and the Writer is amazingggg! Are u gonna do a part 2?? I wanna read more!!

could you do a part 2 of the reader and the writer, i’m obsessed!!!

Is there going to be a part 2 for The Reader and the Writer? Can there be a part 2? I loved it by the way :)

PART TWO OF THE READER AND THE WRITER PLEASE OMFG

Omigod, I love your Reader and Writer imagine soooooo much, are you going to write a part two??

OK PLEASE WRITE A PART TWO TO THE READER AND THE WRITER IS WAS SO GOOD!

Wtf?!? The reader and the writer is honestly amazing! I love it 😍 2pt maybe? I wanna know what happens with the reader and Jason

I love love love the reader and the writer, if you aren’t too busy could you please update it with a second part soon? I can’t bear to be left for days without knowing what Jughead found 😂 thanks x

Will there be a part 2 of “the reader and the writer”? Its really good! I hope you will write more of it!

I love this new jughead imagine ! Are you writing a part 2 ?

OH MY GOD PART 2 ASAP

I really love your writing! I’m very excited about part 2 for the Reader and the writer

part 2 of “The Reader and the Writer” ?? it’s greattt 😭

please do a part 2 of the reader and the writer!@@@ I need more!

Can you please do part two or the reader and writer?!?! It is so good!!

The reader and the writer was amazing and i got too attached. Part 2 please if you don’t mind.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: A confrontation ensues between the reader and the writer

Warnings: none

Word count: 887

A/N: I’m glad you guys liked the first part so much! Enjoy part 2!


(Y/N) didn’t return to Pop’s.  Every night, Jughead sat in his normal booth typing on his computer, but his eyes constantly flicked up towards the entrance.  His friends noticed his shift in attitude.

“Jug,” Archie sat across from him, “you gotta snap out of this.”

“Out of what?” Jughead asked monotonously, rolling his eyes.  “I’m fine, Archie.”

“I know you like to sit here and brood all mysteriously,” Veronica interjected, “but this is sad. Just call (Y/N).”

“(Y/N)?” he scoffed.  “This isn’t about (Y/N).”  When the entire table sent him disbelieving looks, he sighed and looked out the window.  “I already called her.”

“How many times?” Kevin asked with a smirk.  Jughead sighed again, refusing to make eye contact with anyone.

“Every night.” Archie, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin all shared a knowing glance.  “I know what you guys are thinking and no, it’s not like that.  I’m not some pathetically smitten person, okay?”

“Okay, Jughead,” Betty said, but rolled her eyes.  “If you insist.”


To say (Y/N) felt guilty would be an understatement.  From the moment she stomped out of that diner, regret gnawed at her inside out. Without the consistency of her nightly stops in Pop’s, she didn’t know what to do with herself.  She spent every night after school in her room sulking. Every night, her phone rang, lighting up with Jughead’s name.  She was tempted to answer it every night, her finger hovering over the answer button, but then she turned away and ignored his call.  (Y/N) missed Pop’s: she missed the delicious foods, the quiet yet comforting atmosphere, and the person who sat across from her in their usual booth.  


One day, Jughead sat with an uneaten burger in front of him, laptop closed.  Today had been an especially slow day, both in Jughead’s mind and Pop’s.  Suddenly, a jingle of the bell signaled that someone new entered the diner.  Jughead sat up a bit to see who it was.  When he identified the new customer, he perked up immediately.  Grabbing a book, he shot up and walked over to the table where she had just sat down.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” he said, slamming down the book in front of her, “is an author from the 18th century.  She wrote four novels, all of them published under an alias at first.  It was not until two hundred years later that the true author was discovered.  She has been dead for over two hundred years, and she is most certainly not you.”  (Y/N) looked up at him with wide eyes.

“What, I can’t have the same name as someone else?” she fired back, but there was a waver in her voice. Jughead glared as he sat down across from her.

“You see, I would think that, too,” Jughead responded, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “but I searched for you online, and I couldn’t find anything on you.  Not one thing.”

“I like to keep my life private.  I don’t publish stuff about me online.”

“Yeah, but there’s something about everyone on the world wide web if you look hard enough,” Jughead explained, his voice accusingly sharp.  “Now I have two theories: one, you’re a very experienced hacker, and you’ve gone and wiped all information regarding you off the internet; or two, you’re hiding something, and you’re using a dead unpopular author’s name to keep your real identity a secret.  Personally, I’m choosing the latter, considering how well-read you are.”  (Y/N) stared at Jughead with sad, wide eyes.  “When were you going to tell me?”

“I wasn’t,” she whispered. Jughead clenched his jaw and shook his head.  

“Whatever,” he mumbled, standing up.  He began to walk away when (Y/N) shot up from her seat.

“I was born in Riverdale,” she called out to him.  Jughead stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around.

“What?”

“I was born in Riverdale,” she repeated slower.  Jughead neared the table and sat down across from (Y/N).

“So what?”

“So I-,” she started, “I can’t- I can’t just tell you everything.”  Jughead rolled his eyes and began to push his chair out when (Y/N) placed her hand on his, her eyes silently begging him to stay.  “If you care, you’ll trust me.”

“What makes you think I care?” Jughead demanded, and (Y/N) couldn’t help but notice how he didn’t move his hands out from under hers.

“Because you called?” she offered, causing Jughead to sit up a little straighter.  “You called me every night, Jug.”

“I was worried,” he muttered, looking away.  (Y/N) smiled, patted his hand, and stood up.

“Keep writing, Jughead. See you around.”  Spinning on her heel, (Y/N) grabbed her copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray and exited the diner.  Jughead’s eyes followed her figure out until the door closed behind her.  Then he pulled out his laptop and started to furiously type.

And so, a little light shined on the dark mystery of Riverdale’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N) like the calm before the storm.  The writer becomes the reader, the reader becomes the read.  I found myself hooked on her just from a little information, like a drug addict craving his fix.  New girls can never hide in a small town like Riverdale, but God, I knew (Y/N), in all her enigmatic splendor, would lurk in the shadows of this town for as long as she possibly could.”

Part 3 here   Part 4 here

Who is Sehun?

♡ *Chokes*

♡ You:oh!

   Me:You mean Oh Sehun

♡ He was only 22 when he saved all of us with his dance in lotto

♡ E X O

♡ Maknae

♡ Dance line

♡ His instagram deserves to be in a museum

♡ B E S T  P O S T S  E V E R

♡ The lost one

♡ Owner of iconic lines that will always be remembered

♡ Shawty imma party till da sun down

   Never don’t mind about a thing

   That’s right my type

We actually love SM for giving him lines

♡ His line in sing for you got me crying

♡ An angel indeed

♡ Sang Baekhyun’s part in cloud9 

♡ We were all proud

♡ #Givesehunlines2k17

♡ Innocent af

♡ Doesn’t really understand dirty jokes and stays away from that stuff but who knows

♡ When he and kai-also the maknae- went to a chinese mukbang show,he didn’t understand a dirty joke 

♡ and stood there like an innocent baby while kai was laughing his ass off

♡ Is a fluff ball

♡ He isn’t the aegyo type 

♡ but his presence itself is cute

Originally posted by whenxoxosmilesunshines

♡ He is so loved

♡ not just by members but by the staff as well

♡ All of them love him but

♡ He has a special bond with The “shopping crew”

♡ Sehun+chanyeol+suho+vivi

♡ Suho loves him aaaa llooooott

♡ and he loves him back

♡ sehun basically grew up with suho while suho was taking care of him

♡ Wants to join “THE BEAGLE LINE”

♡ but age matters only in korea

♡ Has a lovely relationship with every member

♡ Plays with baek’s hair

♡ laughs with xiumin

♡ Makes fun of people with d.o

♡ Chanyeol is his partner in crime

♡ Learns chinese from yixing

♡ Runs in the concert with chen

♡ Him and kai are basically two hoes

♡ His relationship with suho is just adorable

♡ he also learned how to roast people from suho

roasted suho countless times

♡ which proves that he’s an angel sent from above

♡ He grew up a lot

♡ After Luhan left,he got more mature as he said

♡ “With luhan,i learned the true meaning of friendship”

♡ Is a soft baby

except when he dances in the water

♡ IS SEXY

AS FUCK

♡ He can be an angel but he’s also a sexy god

♡ He can literally beat anyone with his sexiness

Originally posted by huntertainment

Why do fuck my life

♡ He is handsome

♡ really handsome

♡ I’m pretty sure he could be a model if he weren’t a member of exo

THANK GOD FOR MAKING HIM A MEMBER

♡ He is seriously no joke

♡ He was chosen as the best dressed in LV Paris show

♡ OUT OF ALL THE CELEBRITIES

♡ *proud tears*

♡ Goes to fashion shows a lot

♡ SEBOOTY who we all worship

♡ This mans body is no joke

♡ His face

♡ His abs

♡ His arms

♡ His legs

♡ Especially his booty

When did a get in such a perverted fandom

♡ I have no regrets

Originally posted by eggso

♡ Looks good

♡ while eating

♡ while walking

♡ while existing

♡ Looks hella good in glasses

Originally posted by wooyoung

♡ Looks good in anything

Would look better without

♡ Also rocks every hair colour

♡ Sehun in black is hot

♡ Blonde sehun is god

♡ The rainbow hair

I hear people cringing 

♡ We don’t say thathe doesn’t look good but

Why rainbow?

♡ Is a big meme

♡ A really big one

♡ He is a living meme legend

Originally posted by bangtan-monsta

♡ YEHET

♡ OHORAT

♡ Got embarrassed and was shocked when jhonny called him sunbae

♡ He thought he was talking to jhonny from nct but you never know

♡ He soon found out that the person was jeonghan from SVT 

Jeonghan spilled all the beans to monsta x

♡ Is still embarrassed 

♡ In paris,manager told him to stop doing the peace sign

♡ Did it inside his pocket

♡ His vlives are a meme itself 

Originally posted by yixingsosweet

♡  V I V I

♡ There’s a rumor saying that if you say vivi 3 times

♡ A worried sehun will appear behind you and ask

♡ “WHERE?”

♡ His biggest passion in life

♡ His love

♡ His will to live—->

Originally posted by sehunsi

I ship them

♡ He is the type of boyfriend that will let you drown when he goes to save vivi

Vivi is a dog and knows how to swim

♡ I feel sorry for his future wife bc his first love isn’t her

♡ SASSY

♡ he has the most sass on earth

♡ I ain’t joking

♡ There’s a korean joanne the scammer  in his soul

Originally posted by jinfa-jinju

♡ HE IS SKINNY

♡ HE IS BLONDE OR WAS

♡ HE IS PRETTY

♡ We all know where this convo ends

♡ Suho said that he used to cry a lot since he misses his family

♡ His acting in exo next door was priceless

Why do they all act like they never filmed it?

♡ He has this upcoming movie called “dear Archimedes”

♡ S U P P O R T  H I M

Originally posted by luedeer

♡ He is a soft fluff ball who needs protection and love and more lines

p.s.THEIR COMEBACK IS COMING Y’ALL

Bts | Reaction | Privacy

[ one can only imagine lol hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting!! ]

Rated (SM) for slightly mature.


Seokjin 

➸ There was nothing rushed during your little shower session, Jin was definitely going to take his time with you. Thankful he had time off to spend with you, he wanted to make it last for a long as he could - from slow kisses to the slow rhythm of his hips as he easily slid into your entrance. Soft moans would fall from each of your lips as they barely separated from one another, you hands caressing his face while his would travel from your thighs, hips, to waist. He didn’t leave any patch of skin untouched, neither did you. Everything about this moment was perfect and filled with bliss. It was as if the whole world had stopped for the two of you…but unfortunately, that’s unrealistic thinking. 

“Could you two stop blowing up the goddamn water bill?” 

Jin nearly drops you at the sound of Yoongi’s voice, you letting out a small squeak as he presses you even farther into the wall, his chest smushing into yours to hide you away from the sudden intruder. 

“Yah, Suga! Why didn’t you knock, that’s so rude!” 

“So is using up all the hot water. Do it in the bedroom, like normal fucking people.” 

Yoongi 

➸ You’ve been needy all day, and when he was finally home, you weren’t wasting a second more. He wasn’t complaining - hell - he was hoping you were in the mood anyways. Things didn’t take long to escalate as Yoongi had no trouble taking you from behind, smirking lazily at the sounds you didn’t even bother to cover up. 

“That’s it, baby, let me hear how good you feel…” 

Constant whispers of unholy things were enough to increase the volume of your moans, not taking into consideration that you two wouldn’t exactly be alone for much longer. Not even 30 seconds have passed when a harsh knock came to the door, but Yoongi didn’t falter into his thrusts - he didn’t even stop. As he continued to pound into you, he answered to whoever was at the door. 

“I’m busy.” 

“Yeah, we know! We all heard you from the front door! The FRONT DOOR, Yoongi! Could you keep it down a little?” 

Min Yoongi grins so devilishly at the back of your head, you could feel chills run down your spine. Gripping your hair tightly to tug your neck backward, you could now see the mischievous look in his eyes; he was up to no good. 

“Sure, no problem.” Without even missing a beat, Yoongi starts back up again at an inhuman amount of speed, finally hitting that one spot over and over again that both made you see stars, and scream at the top of your lungs. By now, the neighbors could probably hear the two of you as well. 

“Is this down enough for you?” They could practically hear his shit-eating grin, all glaring at the door as it seemed that now there was no stopping him. 

He was smart enough to lock the door. 

Namjoon 

➸ The two of you just couldn’t wait; didn’t even get fully undressed until after you stepped into the shower. Namjoon watched you intensely as he undressed you from your now drenched shirt, licking his lips at the mere sight of the water dripping down your body rapidly. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed you, jagi…” He groans before pulling you closer to continue the make-out session you started in the living room. Reaching in between the two of you, you eagerly gripped his already throbbing member causing a strained moan to escape past his lips in surprise. 

Namjoon practically panted in your mouth as your pace picked up in no time, him letting you touch him for as long as you wanted as he placed one hand to the wall to keep his balance. 

“Namjoon, did you break my headphon-OH. OH OH OH I AM SO SORRY. IGNORE ME, YOU SEEM BUSY, ILL ASK LATER BYE.” Hoseok flailed, almost slipping on the rug on his way out, almost forgetting where the door knob was as he dramatically exited the bathroom. 

Both you and Namjoon stared at the door with raised eyebrows, him shrugging his shoulders while you giggled softly while shaking your head. That small interruption didn’t kill the mood at all for the two of you, as he stared down at you with lust filled eyes and a slanted smirk. 

“On your knees, babygirl.” 

Hoseok

➸ It was the end of your anniversary date, which consisted of dinner and a movie. He wanted the night to be perfect, and boy did he deliver. Hoseok was nothing but romantic and gentle with you all night, everything just all cuddly and calm. The warm water that cascaded down your still clothed figures felt so relaxing - his soft kisses that trailed from the side of your face to your neck almost had you practically melting in his arms. Your hands ran through his damp hair, while his were placed firmly on your hips, as the two of you basically slow danced in the shower. 

“You’re too good for me, Hobi…how did I get so lucky?” 

He chuckles softly, now nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. “That’s my line, jagi…I should be asking you that.” 

It didn’t take long for his sweet kisses to turn into sucks, as he marked all of your favorite spots that he’s memorized all too well. Your bite your lip to keep quiet, knowing good and well that the others were in the bed by now…or were they? 

“I’m telling you, Jin-hyung, I turned off the shower an hour ag-OH HOLY SHIT!” As quick as the door came open, it was slammed shut. You and Hoseok now stared at the door in pure horror, covering each other up - even though neither of you was naked yet. Quickly turning off the shower, Hoseok steps out right as Jin opened the door once again - only this time with his eyes covered. By now, Jungkook ran back to his room in embarrassment. 

“I don’t care what you two were about to do in here, it’s none of my business. But, for the sake of Jungkook, and my innocent eyeballs - could you lock the door next time?” 

Jimin 

➸ Just like Hoseok, it was more a soothing type of shower session between the two of you. He sat on the shower bench while you straddled his lap, your bra still intact as Jimin just teased the straps, him smiling teasingly in the kiss as you hissed at him when he would tug it far, only to then let them snap back against your wet skin. 

“Jimin, I swear to God if you do that one more time, I’ll-”

“You’ll what, baby, huh?” His smile drops as he dared you to finish that threat, the hands that were placed upon your upper back now dangerously low on your ass - giving you a warning squeeze. “Did you forget who you talking to for a moment there? Does daddy need to punish you?” 

Before you could even respond, you could see the color drain from his face as his eyes drifted to something that was behind you. Tilting your head to the side in confusion, you turn to see what he was looking at, only to let out a scream in shock. Taehyung stood there in complete horror, unfortunately walking in at the wrong time. 

“I-I…I have no words…”

“Tae…how much did you hear?” Jimin gulps, afraid that his friend might have just discovered a little too much about himself. 

“Enough to where I want to shove pencils in my ears. Dinner’s ready, by the way, but it looks to me you’re already about to eat-”

“Y A H.” Jimin exclaims, Tae shooting his hands up in surrender as he starts to exit the bathroom with still a look of horror on his face. “Don’t tell anyone about this, please. I’m begging you.”

He shrugs, a small smirk starting to creep upon his lips. “Will daddy punish me if I do-”

“sTOP.” 

Taehyung 

➸ It was, at first, a solo shower. You had just gotten home from work, your day already starting off shitty - but that really took the cake. Not only did most of your co-workers call in sick, but they did it on the day where you have the most crowds. You were practically drowning in stress that you almost punched a costumer in the face. In conclusion : worst day ever. 

The dorm was empty by the time you got there, mentally thanking the man up in the sky that at least you came home to some peace and quiet for once. The warm water was exactly what you needed, but yet it wasn’t enough to fully relax you. Sighing heavily at the fact of not being completely satisfied, you lean forward to turn the water off - feeling defeat. It wasn’t until you felt a pair of cold hand grab your waist, and spin you around did you accidentally turn it to freezing ice water before letting out a small scream. Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to seal you screams with a kiss, letting you register that it was only him as you finally calmed down. 

“You jackass, don’t do that! One of these days I’m gonna stab you!” You couldn’t help but giggle as he started placing kisses all over your face, your lips trembling as the cold water draped over your bodies. 

“With what? Soap? Your shampoo bottle?” He teased, while continuing to place kisses anywhere and everywhere. “You looked a little down, so you can’t tell me that didn’t brighten you mood up just a little bit, jagi.” 

You wanted to punch him for almost giving you a heart attack, but you were happy to see him. Taehyung was actually the last puzzle piece to help turn this sour day back to sweet. Leaning into him closer to further his pecks into something more, the door to the bathroom was practically kicked in, and in came six out of the seven members as they all rushed into the small bathroom - Jimin holding a bat, while Hoseok started swinging at the air. 

“Y/n! Are you alright?! We heard you scream and- oh.” Namjoon pushed his way in, only to see that it wasn’t what they thought at all. “Seriously? Why can’t you do this at your own place - some of us have to shower in there, too!” 

Jungkook 

➸ You moaned into his mouth shamelessly at the pleasure he was giving you, the rushed movements of your mouths only making the bathroom much more steamier than the hot water. He wanted to use up all the time he had with you, knowing that his hyungs would be home soon, Jungkook wanted to use this opportunity to make noise as much as possibly. With one hand he held your wrists together, while the other rubbed your clit in slow circles, the water giving spectacular lubrication as you whimpered at the feeling. 

“Jungkook…p-please…” 

“Please what, Y/n? You’re gonna have to be more specific~” 

“Please g-go faster, please..!” You would cry, the teasing no longer tolerable as you were now reduced to begging. You would give anything to cum, even so much as scream his name while his hyungs were home. Be careful what you wish for. 

“Jungkook, are you watching porn again?” Jimin opens the door, only for both his eyes and mouth to completely bust wide open in shock. Jungkook being Jungkook quickly pulled away from you to cover himself up - only to then realize that you were naked as well, to then cover you up away from Jimin’s amused stare. 

“J-Jimin, don’t tell Jin-hyung! W-We were just uh…saving water?” 

“Oh, don’t worry, Kookie. I won’t tell him that you’re committing unholy things in his bathroom.” Not even five seconds later, “SEOKJIN! GUESS WHO’S MAKING BABIES IN YOUR SHOWER.” 

Jungkook, not even giving a shit anymore, would practically run after Jimin naked - leaving you to stand in there confused and sexually frustrated. 

|reaction masterlist|

The First Time With Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by jengkook

Genre : Fluff, romance,comedy,implicit language,sexual innuendos
Pairing:Jungkook x reader
Length: 29K words
Summary : This is a series based on all of your first times with jungkook, from your childhood till adulthood

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7

PART 8


Tell me your thoughts in the comments and ask box :)



THE FIRST TIME YOU CONFESSED TO EACH OTHER

2 days ago, Lusty&Nancy Bar, L.A, 00:42 AM

The scent of alcohol and smoke was heavy as Jungkook was drinking his last shot of martini before collapsing on her lap. She chuckled as she ran her soft fingers through his raven hair. Those majestic looking lips, that gorgeous nose and long lashes, could drive any girl insane at his sight, but only one girl could drive the latter over the edge. He untied his tie as he dropped it on the cold ground before making himself at home, sleeping on her lap. Jungkook was never completely drunk, but had this tendency to collapse at random moments and wake up randomly just to take off his clothes. He sniffled a few times before grabbing onto the soft hand that was caressing his ears.

“I missed you….” he murmured half coherently “…Y/N”

The girl’s face fell into a scowl as she heard your name coming out of his beautiful lips, one more time. Every time, it would be the same story. He would hit her up, they would talk for a few hours and he would end up drunk, sleeping on her lap. Who was she? His business partner Park Sooyoung. Tall, brunette, pretty and a bright future ahead of her. She made heads turn by her presence only. Being a year older than Jungkook, she often talked informally to him even if he was her superior. She never had any feelings towards the boy, but she couldn’t help but feel irritated every time he mentioned your unknown name before casually sleeping on her lap.

“Y/N… I really wonder who she is, for turning him into a mess” she sighed

“Sooyoung-ssi” Jungkook’s eyes suddenly sprung open “Do you think she still remembers me?” he unbuttons the first buttons of his dress shirt “Sometimes, I keep on wondering… if she actually cares about me?”

“Jungkook, I would like to give you an answer but—“

“It’s Mr. Jeon for you” he pointed at her before erupting in a fit of giggles “We’re still workmates remember?”

“Right… only workmates” she clenched her fist

“Mr. Jeon sounds like a sexier title as well. Right? How about Director Jeon?” he ran a hand through his hair before crouching his shoulders “That’s supposed to be my future title…” he grabbed her hand in his “Do you think I can do this?”

“I think the question should be: Do you want to do this?” she replied in a heartbroken tone

“You are right…” he laid his head back on her lap “What do I even want?” he laid the back of his hand on his forehead “I just want to go back home” he felt a tear slipping from his eyes

“Should I bring you back home?” Sooyoung smiled at him

The word home had a different meaning in Sooyoung’s suggestive context

….

Today, Dorms at Seoul University, 12:32 PM

You were sipping on your lemon tea as it was the start of a new semester in your area. You and your friends were about to have a blast for the last remaining weeks of summer before tackling another stressful term. It might’ve been your second year at Seoul University, but you never felt more than welcomed whenever stopping by campus. You’d usually go back home during the summers and get back to the dorms during the school year, but this year it was quite different, as you had to get back to the dorm earlier. Something about a change of roommates was occurring in your department. The dean’s daughter made a fuss about wanting to change rooms so they had to rearrange the rooms. Knowing that you were the only scholarship student in the residence building, they chose to make you move out to make more space for the new tenant.

“That little brat, I swear to god, she’s so spoiled and idiot” Jimin groaned as he watched you pack your belongings

“Don’t say that, Jimin” you nudged his arm “I mean, she does have a right to do this. She’s still the dean’s, one and only daughter.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that her IQ is lower than Hoseok’s grades. I despise people of her type the most”

“Why do you hate on her so much?”

“Because she ruined your summer! You had to get on a 3 hours train ride to pick up your stuff Y/N. Why can’t you realize that she’s an annoying brat? She purposely made you move your ass from your vacation break to come in town.”

“She probably didn’t mean it that way! I actually decided to drop by in advance, so stop it” you patted his arm

“Still doesn’t change the fact that you need to leave your room” Jimin rubbed his temples “Damn you, stupid Park Chaeyoung”

“I always thought she had something for you though…” you raised a brow at him “Like a tiny crush?” you winked

“W-What?! Whoah, that’s the best joke I’ve heard in a century” Jimin flushed a slight tint of red “Girls like her are what I want to avoid the most.” He scoffed “In the last two years I’ve lived on campus, I never saw a girl as whiny and as spoiled as her. Do you realize that her majesty has a personal slave that holds her goddamn haute couture Gucci bag? Even Taehyung who owns the whole Gucci collection doesn’t do that kind of shit”

“But still, she asked nicely” you replied “It’s her last year before leaving for Ireland. That’s the least I can do to help her, as a student”

“That’s the problem with you Y/N” Jimin pointed at you “You’re way too f*cking nice to be real.”

“Come on, it’s just a room” you rolled your eyes

“You’re moving to the science department dorms! Do you realize how creepy most of these guys are?”

“I always thought they were brilliant though “you grabbed your clothes “Namjoon Sunbae is such a cutie. He was the best T.A I ever had in my years here”

“Namjoon is an exception, I’m talking about the weird guys who are in the engineering department. They always become weird as f*ck around finals.” Jimin sighed “They apparently become crazy because of their work load. Take Yuta for example! He didn’t even last a semester in there! He gave up halfway and changed programs” He sighed “These poor beings.”

“Oh, are you talking about those weird rumors of them being perverts? The boys who are taking engineering at Seoul U, are cute though, well that’s what I always thought” you commented “They’re not crazy”

“Okay yes, they seem all normal, but that’s because you’re a girl. They won’t show you their real nature” Jimin pressed his back on the wall

“What about you? Mr. Psychology. Stop digging too far inside my brain with your manipulative talks” you stared at him

“What are you talking about?”

“Why are you so concerned about me, talking to the boys in engineering?” you raised a suspicious brow “Is it Jungkook who told you to look out for me, again?”

Keep reading

The way Bangtan would have sex (M)

d i s c l a i m e r || this is just my opinion based on the general idea of their character I have formed through out the years. Of course you could have a totally different opinion than mine (since we’re all different people, we also perceive things differently) and of course I have no way of knowing if I even came close to the reality so take it as it is: an opinion of a fellow ARMY. Thank you :)

w a r n i n g || the contents of this post are only for a mature audience to see - that’s why it’s under the cut - and it’s heavily N S F W because it doesn’t contain only words but also gif depictions of love making.

C R E D I T S OF THE GIFS TO RIGHTFUL OWNERS.

Keep reading

Walking Out During Fight~BTS Scenario

I love freaking angst, tell me if I should do a part 2 or not.

Masterlist

Jin

Originally posted by bwiseoks

“Y/n!” His voice echos through the wall, it made you jump from the spot you were at on your bed. Your hair a slight mess from against the pillow, and your eyes puffy from how tried you have been. Your job had been pushing you and pushing you leading to late nights and longs mornings.

“Yes Jin?” You call out following where his voice was, as you step into the kitchen he looks around. Dishes piled up making you tilit you head. swearing you had done them.

“What is this?” He asks pointing to the mess of the kitchen you frown as your hand reachs to run through your hair.“You have one job, one that I plead is just with you to do the dishes. Just to clean them so when I get home I can make dinner.”

“Jin, I’m sorry I swear I did. Okay I’ll do them now. Okay?” You grumble going to the sink only making him slam his hand down onto the counter

“That’s not the fucking point Y/n! I wanted them done before I got home, from a long day at the studio. Being an idol is not easy Y/n. So I can make you and I dinner. But you know your lazy ass doesn’t even kn-”

“Lazy! I’m lazy?! I work 12 hour shifts daily and the past week over time due to my company and another company joining and us being under fucking stafed. So sorry Jin, I get that being an idol is hard but it’s not the only tiring job out there!” You push past him, and walk to the door, your hand pulling shoes over your feet.

“Y/n!” He yells after you a worried look on his face.

“Nope.” You grumble opening and slamming the door walking away.


Suga

Originally posted by dreamyoongi

“No Yoongi it isn’t like you have a girlfriend.” You grumble under your breath, his head snaps to you with a raised eyebrow. He had been working in BTS comback none stop which is perfectly fine. But now that ‘Her’ is out you believed he would’ve slowed down and actually spend time at home, with you. But here he was sitting at his computer, his fingers typing away and you sitting on the couch picking your at your fingernails.

“What was that?” He grumbles making me glare as you look back at him.

“What do you think?” You snapped making him spin around in his chair and look at you.

“I’m working. You understand that, don’t you?” He pleaded with you, his eyes looking at yours as you shrugged. “Y/n, come on,you know this is important to me!”

“So happy to know where I stand.” You mumble standing up, opening the door you hear his chair fall onto the ground.

“You walk out I swear to go-”

“Isn’t like your home at all to come through with your threat. So their just like your promise, empty and full of lies.”


J-Hope

Originally posted by boo-t-s

You had been waiting for him to come home from practice, which should’ve ended an hour ago. Which ut did due to the group chat blowing up with memes and lame jokes from Jungkook and Jin. But you sunshine still has not come bounding through the door, and when he did he was sweating his hair sticking to his forehead. “Hobi where were you?” You question him, his dark eyes look at you then to the floor. His dance bag dropping to the floor as he shrugs.

“Practice,Y/n.” He mumbled his body moving past yours, your grew worried when he bumped into you and winced. “Fuck.”

“Oh honey, let me he-” he cut you off with a growl, his eyes holding a cold glare at you.

“No, I don’t need help. With my dance, or with anything. God just leave me the fuck alone.”

“I just wanted to help.” You whisper ,your head bowing making him scoff.

“Just go away god!” His eyes watch you, a cold stare making a shiver run through your body.

“Fine.” You numble turn on your heel, and walking out the door slamming it behind you.

Rap Monster

Originally posted by slapmon

Spinning around in his work chair you couldn’t help but click your tongue. He was busy with memorizing the lyrics and you thought bringing him dinner would be a nice Jester since he probably wouldn’t be coming home. But before you had grabbed you things to join him, he texted the grop cjat, with you in it and was ranting about how needed space, the boy didnt even hint at him typing and sending it to the group chat with you in it. So it was no surprise when he came into his studio his face went fom joyfuy and full of excitement do confusion and annoyance.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, when you grabbed the bag of food, a single boxof rice and some pork and tossed veggies his smile grew again. “Oh, thank you babe.” You smile at him then grab another bag.

“Change of clothes, blanket, some shampoo and bathing stuff so you don’t have to steal Suga-oppas, a few notebooks.” His eues widen as you stand up.

“Your not staying?"his question made you raise your eyebrow at him.

"Do you want me to?” His face fellll as he shook his head no. 'The why ask?“

"Because you usally do, and I was hoping you werent because I love you but Ive fel-”

“Sufficated? Trapped, yesh I know, wrong group chat by the way.” Your words made his eyes widen as he went to grab your hand.

“You wer-”

“I know, but I did.” You whisper made his step back as you push past him

“I love you.” He mumbled making a tears fall.

“Do you love being with me though.” And you walked out his studio making his heart break.

Jimin

Originally posted by jimiyoong

“Jimin just stop!” You snapped as he tried to push himself to workout, his body falling to the ground. That dudnt even stop him, his eyes glare at you as he stand and starts to do it again. “You know what fine, faint for exhaustion and dehydration for all I care!”

“Can you support me for once?!” He growls stopping his body turning to you as he limped over the sorness of his muscles finally getting to him.

“Not when your destroying yourself. God Park Jimin.” You say as he stands in front of you.

“I’m not destroying myself, you’re just holding me back!” At this you turn on your heel and walk out making him go and try to chace after you onlynto fall to the ground calling for you.

V

Originally posted by mvssmedia

“Stop being a child!” Your voice screamed at him, his body sitting down on your shared bed. He had chosen to hide you cell phone and laptop which you needed due to a very important project you were doing in s group.

“Baby I gave them back don’t be all pissy about it.” His words made you roll your eyes as you cross your arms.

“I couldve been done with my part, and spent the rest of the night with you and actually get some sleep. But you had to be a little brat and waste all of my time!” He let’s out a laugh quickly covering it up with a cough. You scoff and turn around and walk out of the room.

“Now who’s being a child!”

“At least I know when to stop being one!” And slam with the front door echoing in his ears.

Jungkook

Originally posted by 7bboys

“Can you not be a child for once.” He snaps making you jump back,the rest of the boys looking at him with wide eyes.

“Kook she was just laughing.” Jin spoke putting a hand on your back. Jungkook rolled his eyes and turned back to his video game.

“Yeah, I know. It’s her trying to be cite laugh and it-”

“Shut up Jeon Jungkook.” You snap, crossing your arms, your lower lip jutting out naturally.

“See now you’re doing the stupid pouty lip thing.” He grumbled making you glare at him, he rolls his eyes at you pausing his game.

“Piss off you asshole.” You say standing ip, his eyes watching as you walk out of the dorms.



Part 2 is split up in two parts {Vocal Line} {Rap line}

The Preacher’s Daughter // A Mitch Rapp Smut

Author: @minhosmeanhoe

A/N: This is mine and @stilinski-jpeg ‘s first series together and I’m so fucking excited for y’all to see what we have planned. Love you Nia and thank you for being my best friend. 

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader / Mitch Rapp x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fingering, Oral (Male on Female), Sinning, Underage Drinking, and Swearing.

Word Count: 6,176

Song: Shape of You by Ed Sheeran

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked, my nervous voice ringing with the sound of my heels clicking against the pavement.

Keep reading

How To Get A Guy To Like You

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary:Sometimes, internet can be helpful with love problems.
Warnings: Swearing
Word Count: 2.441
A/N: Thank you so much for the notes on the imagine before this one, people! They make me so happy, and I hope you’ll like it too! Friendly reminder, I absolutely love feedback! :) 
Gif’s not mine!

Growing up as a hunter sure had its disadvantages. Aside from the constant danger, being overall socially awkward due to not having time to get to know people, and always having to be on alert, you also made your peace with having to accept you didn’t know everything, especially when it came to humans, but you knew that you had to look for help when you needed it.

“Sam, I need help.”

Sam’s head shot up and he put the book down, sitting up straight almost immediately, “Sure. Are you in trouble?”

You cleared your throat as you sat down across him, and his eyes searched yours,

“Is this about Lucifer?”

“No-“

“Angels?”

“No-“

“Is it-“

“How do I get a guy to like me?”

Keep reading

Never Hated You - Theo Raeken

word count: 6872
summary: Theo and y/n do not get along, it’s difficult for them to be in the same room together, but things change when he finds her after a bad accident
warnings: car accident, mentions of surgery and broken bones if that bothers anybody, and swearing
a/n: i combined two requests into one and i’m real excited to share this with you i hope you both like it!


[ I know you haven’t made your mind up yet / but I will never do you wrong ]

“Well maybe, it wouldn’t be such a problem, if you weren’t here!” You spat angrily at Theo, who was currently glowering at you from where you stood on the opposite side of the couch as him.  This pack meeting had gone from a check in, to a brawl, in a matter of minutes.

“Oh? And sweetheart what makes you think you can protect yourself against a werewolf huh?” Theo asked you, his aggression just as high as yours.

“Really guys it wasn’t a werewolf, I just heard a howl it seemed like a regular-”

“Shut up!” You and the chimera yelled at Liam at the same time, making Scott stand up from where he’d been sitting at the table.

“Alright, alright this is getting out of hand, really guys chill it down” The alpha warned, both you and Theo calming and turning away from each other and the alpha who made you whimper just slightly under your breath.  You didn’t catch the way Theo glanced over to you upon hearing the sound.

“You know what, I’m just gonna head out” You mumbled, picking you bag up from the couch and fishing your keys out of it.

“No y/n don’t leave I was thinking us girls could have a sleepover” Lydia said, giving you pleading eyes but you just shook your head, no longer feeling in the mood for ‘pack time’.

“I really just want to go home and get some rest” You said quietly, pulling your jacket on then walking to the door.  Scott gave Theo a look.

“Oh no, no” The chimera said.  “I’m not apologizi-” He stopped when Scott’s expression only intensified.  “Fine” He groaned, and followed after you, only to find you’d just walked out the door.  “y/n!” He called, walking outside after you.  You turned back to look at him, then scoffed and walked to your car.

“What now Raeken? Here to slash open my tires?” Theo sighed, but shook his head.

“No, I’m here to-”

“To what? Spit it out, I just want to go home” You breathed, pinching your fingers over your nose.  Theo’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“You know what? Fuck this I’m not apologizing to you”

“Apologizing to me? Oh no sweetie, it’s not your fault that you’re such a jackass.  Oh wait no… Jackson was the jackass.  Jackson the jackass get it? It has a ring.  Now what were you again? Hmm… oh right! You’re Theo the traitor!” You said with fake eagerness, clapping your hands together and making Theo visibly whither.  “You tried to kill me, you tried to kill my pack, now I don’t care if they want to let you back in and trust you again, but just, please” You stressed on the word.  “Leave me the hell alone” Theo’s mouth opened to protest, but he looked at the despair in your eyes and decided against it.

“Fine” He mumbled, backing up to head back into the house.  “Forget it” And with that, he went storming back inside, while you got in your car and drove off.

Screw you anyways, screw you and your nosy intelligence, and your curiosity, and your absolute breathtaking beauty, screw you.  He didn’t need you anyways.  Good riddance.

Theo hadn’t even closed the door when he grabbed his keys and went running back outside to get in his truck and chase after you.


“Scott?” Theo spoke into the phone, it was pressed between his cheek and his shoulder as he drove, searching the streets as he drove recklessly.  “I can’t find her anywhere, I can’t find y/n”

“She probably just went home, I think she was getting a headache actually” Scott said through the speaker.

“I already checked there, she wasn’t there, I can’t find her is there anywhere that she usually likes to go? Secret spots maybe? Favorite places?” He asked, voice desperate.

“The library but I mean at this hour it’s closed” Scott said, and Theo slammed on the brakes, then quickly turned the car around and began to head towards the library.

“Yeah but that wouldn’t stop y/n she’d go anyways” He said, speeding off again.

“Are you going over the speed limit? Cause that’s really not-”

“Scott y/n could be in trouble!” Theo shouted, not caring about the law at the moment.

“And since when did you care?” Scott shot back, and Theo gritted his teeth, then hung up the phone before Scott could ask or say anything else.  He couldn’t live with himself if you got hurt.

He’d met you first in the library at school.  At the time, he hadn’t known that you were a human in the McCall pack, he’d just been watching you with an amused expression as you stacked book after book in your arms, and were now jumping to reach ones on higher shelves.  After a few minutes of watching he finally decided to get up and help you.  He walked over, not saying a word as he easily reached for the novel you’d been jumping for, and handing it to you.  You’d stared at him, not having recognized him because surely you’d remember those green eyes.

“Th-thanks” You said quietly, setting it on top of the other four books in your arms.

“No problem beautiful” He replied, then turned to walk away, leaving you blushing and gaping a little.

“Wait” You called, and he looked at you over his shoulder.  “What’s your name? I’ve never seen you around here before” Your brows crinkled and he gave you a genuine smile.

“Theo Raeken” He told you, and you smiled back as you replied.

“y/n l/n”

“It’s been a pleasure meeting you” He said, before leaving the library, again leaving you standing and staring at his retreating figure.

You didn’t know then that he would screw up your life so horribly.

That he’d inject you with a venom that left you unconscious for three days.


Theo drummed his thumbs on the steering wheel anxiously as he looked all around in the dark, but being able to see fine.  But it had been fifteen minutes and he still hadn’t found you.  He wasn’t sure what else to do, he’d been all over Beacon Hills searching every possible place but you were nowhere.

With a sigh, he slowed down and began to head to where he usually parked for the night.  You probably didn’t even want to be found, and certainly not by Theo.  He felt ridiculous, you were probably just driving around, and even if he had found you, you only would’ve chastised him for following you in the first place.  You hated him, and at this point he should just let you.

Besides, you would never, ever, feel the same way about him that he felt about-

Theo slammed on the brakes, and rolled down his window, breathing deeply out in the air.  He could’ve sworn that he’d caught a whiff of blood, your blood.  When he caught it again, he whipped open the door and began sprinting down the street, knowing that it was yours, that you were in trouble.

“y/n! Y/N!” He screamed, and the further he ran the stronger the scent became.  And soon, he caught sight of just what it was that made your scent of blood so thick.

Your car was upside down, crushed at the front, and completely wrecked.  Somehow upon seeing this he ran impossibly faster and nearly ripped off your car door in his desperateness to see if you were safe.

You moaned, reaching to rub your head but winced and retracted your arm.

“Oh my god, y/n” Theo carefully leaned over to unbuckle you, and pulled you into his arms.

“My leg it- call an ambulance” You begged, tears rushing down your face and mixing with blood from small cuts on your cheeks.  This only made you hurt more, and Theo fumbled in his pocket, still kneeling on the ground with you in his arms.  You had a fist holding tightly to the front of his shirt

“Okay, it’s gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay” He kept repeating those same words as he dialed 911.

“911 what’s your emergency?” The woman on the other end spoke.

“My friend got into a real bad car accident, she needs an ambulance” He said quickly but tried to sound calm enough for her to understand him.

“Where is your location?”

“Uh-uh Baker’s Ave” He said.

“We’re sending an emergency response crew now, stay calm sir, your girlfriend will be taken to the hospital soon” She responded, and he hung up, typing in Scott’s number again.

“How-how long?” You whimpered, and your body shook slightly as you curled against him.  Theo held his phone between his shoulder and ear, rubbing an arm up and down your back as the phone rang.

“Give me your hand”

“Why?”

“So I can take the pain just give me your hand” He said in a rushed way, and you slipped your bloodied hand into his.  A groan came from his throat as he took away your agony, his veins darkening as it coursed through him.

“Theo? Are you still looking-”

“y/n got in an accident” He cut off Scott.  “The ambulance is on it’s way now we’re going to the hospital”

“Oh-oh my God” Scott mumbled.  “Okay, I’m telling the others we’ll see you there” He said.

“Alright” Theo said through a wince, but he could feel you begin to relax out of relief so he didn’t stop.  “See you there” He said, then hung up on that call too, and focused on you lying in his arms.  “You’re going to be okay” He said, cradling you close, and you closed your eyes. “You’re gonna be okay” Theo repeated, still taking your pain, which was becoming more and more of a struggle.

Soon after, you passed out.


“If you want, you could always just go down to the cafeteria to eat something maybe” You could faintly hear Lydia’s voice, but it seemed distant.

“Yeah man you’ve been here all night and all day, the nurses might get mad soon” Said Liam.

“No, no I can’t leave” Theo’s voice.  Theo? Where were you that Theo was staying?

“Seriously, don’t you think she’ll be confused when she wakes up and we aren’t here?” Stiles said.  You tried to open your eyes, but you were so tired and it felt too good to keep them shut.

“I don’t care, this is my fault, I could’ve gotten there faster” Theo ensued.  “I’m staying with her, whether you like it or not, I’m going to be here when she wakes up”

“Alright Raeken what’s up? You really think she’ll want to see you of all people when she-”

“Okay” Scott’s voice cut off Stiles.  “We’ve gotta go anyways, school starts in fifteen minutes”

“I’m skipping today” Theo brushed off.  “I’ll go back whenever she does” You felt a hand covering over yours, and another one holding your small and limp hand between two warm ones.

“Alright, we’ll come back together after school, but I’ve got a free period in like… four hours” Scott said.  “I’ll come back then” All you heard after that was a door closing.  And you figured the group left, but the warmth around your hand was persistent.

You weren’t sure how much time passed when you finally opened your eyes, turning your head to see who the owner of the hands on yours were.  You were surprised to see Theo there, sitting in an uncomfortable looking chair that he likely stole from the waiting room.  His head was awkwardly laying on a small space of the cot you were situated on, and both of his hands were cupped around your one hand.  You weren’t sure if he was sleeping or not, but you decided not to wake him.

Instead you looked around yourself, trying to gather up how serious your situation was.  You’d been in the hospital numerous times due to Scott’s mother working here and often you were the one to bring her dinner, and had figured out long ago the difference in all the rooms.  The smaller ones with less things inside of them, usually only consisting of a cot and an area of cabinets that the nurses and doctors would work with, were for one night stays, easy fixes.  People who would be out in no time but need a place to be for their procedure.

Looking around the room you were in, you knew this wasn’t the case.  It was large, with a much more elaborate doctor’s station, and you had a rack of different tubs all leading to a pouch that looked like water to you but you weren’t exactly a medical practitioner  Your cot, which was more like a bed, at least it felt like a mattress and not just foam padding like most of the rooms, was larger than most.  Your chest began to rise and fall much more quickly than it previously had been, and you could hear not only your own heartbeat, but the beeping of the monitor in the room quickened as well.  You must have been in bad shape.

Your free hand rose, touching the rubber piece that was hooked delicately in your nostrils, and your eyes followed the tube to a bag that hung near the water pouch, you watched it inflate and deflate as you steadied your breathing, the heart monitor slowing back down to a regular pace as you calmed yourself.  You closed your eyes, trying to remember what had happened that wound you up in here, but you weren’t sure.  You looked over your body, but couldn’t see much since a small woven blanket covered over your chest, hiding you from yourself.

This was when you chose to wake Theo.  Your hand untangled from between his, and you rubbed your palm as calmly as you could over his arm.  He leaned up almost instantly, slowly, but looking straight for you.

“Hey” You spoke, your throat scratchy and making your voice raspy.  “How long have you been here?” You asked him, your brows cinching together with both confusion and concern.

“You’re awake” A small smile of relief spread on his lips, and you weakly returned it.  Thankful that at least there was a familiar face you could wake up to.  “How-how’re you feeling? Any pain?” You shook your head, though you did feel a dull ache.

“What happened to me? Why am I here? Is there a new threat-”

“No no, nothing like that” Theo shook his head, and moved forward, closer to the edge of his seat so he could be closer to you.  “You uh, you got in a car crash” Your eyes widened with surprise, usually you were a completely safe driver, at all times.  Enough that it would piss of Malia when you made her wear a seatbelt, even in the backseat.  And if you braked hard enough, your arm would shoot out towards the passenger side in front of whoever was sitting there.  Sometimes it would happen on instinct even if no one was there.

“I-I did?” You asked, trying to sit up a little to listen more tentatively but you winced, and laid back down.  Theo’s hand shot out to yours as you situated yourself back onto the pillow.  He didn’t speak again until you seemed as comfortable as you could be.

“Yeah, when I found you your car was flipped over and it looked like you’d hit something from the front, but nothing else was around” He told you.  “Looked like a hit and run” He grumbled, annoyed that someone would get you into that bad of a wreck and then just leave you there.

“Oh” Was all you could say in your croaky voice.  “You found me?” You clarified, and he nodded.  “How?”

“I was…” Theo licked over his lips anxiously before continuing.  “I was heading home” He said, knowing it wasn’t a lie, that at the time he had been driving back to the vacant parking lot that he could get away with parking and sleeping in his truck for the night.  You nodded slightly, and then realized that he hadn’t released your hand.  You tried not to draw attention to it, finding the warmth he brought to you to be pleasant.

“Thank you” You eventually told him, making him look up at you out of astonishment by the words.  You smiled at him, a soft, and genuine smile that he’d only seen from you one other time, and it had been the first day he’d met you.

“You’re welcome” Theo replied, voice expressing the shock that he’d felt.  You curled your fingers around his hand, and closed your eyes again, hoping for some sort of peaceful sleep to come over you, but it didn’t.

“Why did you stay?” You whispered out, opening your eyes to reveal their worried orbs.  Theo kept his gaze away from your face though, not bearing to see the blossoming bruise across your cheek along with scattered cuts and your perplexed stare.

“Because I… because” He finished lamely, and you rolled your eyes in response.

“That’s not very explanatory” You stated.

“Yeah, well” He shrugged his shoulders sluggishly and you tugged a little on his hand, prompting him to look at you.

“Were you the one who hit me?” You asked, and immediately he shook his hand and widened his eyes.

“No no, god no y/n I’d never-”

“Then why’re you acting so guilty?” You asked him pointedly, and you could hear a small sigh escape his lips.

“Because y/n I… I care about you and I let this happen, I got there too late and now you’re all…” He didn’t know what to tell you about your injuries.  He wasn’t sure what all you already knew or had figured out.  You decided to take in his words, making a mental note to bring up the fact that he cares about you later.

“What happened to me? I can’t see-”

“I don’t think I should be the one to tell you that” He said, and you huffed slightly, but decided against forcing him to reveal the information.  He already seemed… on edge.

“So, you care about me?”


You spent a few hours with Theo, and it was only nine in the morning.  On a school day that would seem late-ish (which it was a school day so you at least missed classes) but on a weekend you would normally be fast asleep at this hour.  Though you found yourself actually enjoying Theo’s company.  You talked as though a beautiful new friendship was beginning to grow, which it sort of was, but this felt like it was something different.

You weren’t sure what it was that was bubbling up inside of your chest as he told you little things he could remember from his childhood, or why you smiled whenever you’d speak and he’d stare at you, giving you his complete and undivided attention, but it was nice.  It felt warm, and safe.  And being in this confined room, you were glad to have him there with you.  All the while never letting go of his hand.

When nine-thirty hit, Melissa came in, carrying a clipboard while wearing her scrubs, a stethoscope around her neck.  You felt relieved that she was the one to come check on you rather another nurse that you were unfamiliar with.  The woman gave you a sad smile as she checked up on your vitals.

“How’re you feeling miss y/n?” She asked in her concerned mom voice.

“Fine, I think” You replied.  “What happened? Exactly?” You questioned, and she gave you a tired frown.

“You shattered your left femur and patella, but on the right you’re only bruised up, still a pretty ugly mess but nothing broken on that side” Melissa said, and looked over the papers she had on her clipboard.  “Three broken ribs, and a piece of windshield glass actually lodged in your stomach, which is currently just being wrapped up while your ribs are somewhat healing, and we’ll wheel you in for surgery in…” She looked at her watch.  “Ten minutes” She told you, and caught sight of your wide and tear filling eyes.

“I-I-” You choked, your heart monitor beeping like crazy as you began to freak out.  “Surgery?” You looked over to Theo, who stood from his chair, taking your hand in one of his and the other setting a soft palm against your cheek.

“It’s okay, you’re alright” He spoke gently, keeping calm for your sake.  “They’re going to fix you up, you’re safe here, they’re going to make you all better” The longer he talked to you, the slower your monitor became, and soon you were relaxing again.  Melissa looked between the two of you, remembering a time where Lydia had laid on a similar cot to yours, and that she’d had Stiles stay in the room so she’d be calm, knowing that he would anchor her down.  She saw an almost identical connection there that she did with you and Theo, but pretended not to notice the scene in front of her.

“He’s right” The older woman spoke up.  “You’re going to be all better and at the earliest you can head home tomorrow” She said with a warm smile, and you nodded, feeling calmed down once more at her sincerity.

“You’re gonna be okay” Theo said, removing his cupped hand from your cheek and sitting back in his chair.

Your hands were still connected though.


When the time had passed, and it was time for you to be taken down the corridors to where you would be operated on, you grew nervous, which Theo could smell thick in the air.

“y/n” He said softly, and you looked at him from where you were fiddling your fingers on the edge of your blanket.  “It’s going to be okay, Melissa and I will be right there when you wake up” He told you.

“You’ll stay?” You said hopefully, your eyes rounded with optimism, and he smiled as he nodded.

“I will until they let you go home” He told you honestly, and a slight blush creeped up on your cheeks at the way he cared for you.  You just bit back a grin and nodded.

“Okay” You whispered, and just then Melissa came back into the room, wheeling in a wheelchair.

“Alright y/n, we gotta get you in this” She said, and you could already tell that moving would be difficult, and painful.  You visibly winced at the idea of the agony that would shoot through your body when you stood up.

“Okay, come here” Theo instructed, letting go of your hand for the first time in a few hours, and pulled the blanket off of you.  You caught sight of the cat that covered your entire left leg, from the top of your thigh to your ankle, and on your right leg it was mostly patches of deep black and purple marks.  Theo slid one arm beneath your upper legs, the other going around your back.  “Count of three, okay?” He warned you, and you nodded, closing your eyes tight as you counted in your head with him.  “One, two.. Three” He lifted you up with ease and set you swiftly back down into the chair.  You sighed with relief, grateful that you felt only a small amount of pain.

“Thanks” You breathed out, leaning your head back slightly.  Theo nodded, as Melissa came over to guide your chair out of the room.  You looked back quickly to Theo but he was already walking behind you both to stay near you.  He saw the way you desperately looked for him, and made his way up to walk next to your wheelchair down the mostly empty hallways.  You looked up at him, and reached your hand out for his that was swinging at his side.  He didn’t think too much of it, seeing that you were about to go into surgery and he knew it scared you, but you intertwined your fingers between the spaces of his, and it was something that made his heart beat a little faster.

Before you’d only clasped your hand around his, but now you were legitimately, holding onto his hand, conjoining your fingers.  You actually needed him.

Theo looked down at you, to see your eyes were on your hands as he caressed his thumb over yours softly.  You looked up at him with big doe eyes, and he gave you a smile which you returned before looking down at your casted leg.

He kept your hands together until you had to be taken into the operating room, and he released it.

“No don’t-” You could barely protest before a doctor took your chair from Melissa.  “Please let him stay just until I have to-”

“The room needs to be sterile” The man said in a bored tone.

“But-please-”

“It’s okay, I’ll be right here when you get out” Theo said, and you looked back at him with panicked eyes.  Worry filled his chest, knowing that if you started freaking out now there’d be nothing e could do.  “I’ll be right here” He told you, planting his feet on the ground to try and prove to you he’d be as close to you as he could the entire time.  You opened your mouth to say something to him, but the door closed.

Theo stared at that door, standing in the middle of the hallway for a few minutes, before finally sitting down in another uncomfortable chair, impatiently waiting for the doors to open again and for him to go in and see you.


He’d passed out sitting in that chair, but was woken up again by Melissa nudging him.  He groaned slightly, not wanting to be awake.

Until he remembered you a few moments later, and shot up, seeing Scott standing next to her as well.

“Is she awake? Can I see her?” He rushed out the questions.

“She is, she’s still coming down from the anesthetics so she’ll be a little loopy, but I can sneak you in there for a while” Melissa said.

“Can I see her too?” Scott asked, to which Melissa looked around, double checking the halls were empty before nodding.

“Be smart about it” She warned, before swiping her card through the coded lock, and Scott walked in before Theo could go in first.

You were sat on a cot, the top half of it slanting upwards so you were in a partial sitting position.  You didn’t seem to be in any pain as you curiously looked all around the room

“Scottyyyy!” You called, a big grin pulling at your lips as you held your arms out for him to hug you.  He chuckled quietly, trying to hug you as lightly as he could as not to press against the stitches over your stomach.  “I missed you puppy” You said, petting his hair.  Both Scott and Theo gave each other a look.

“You are ten feet off the ground” Theo said, and you stopped touching Scott’s head and looked quickly to where Theo was.  A brighter smile made it’s way onto your face as you saw him, and you pushed Scott away, eagerly holding out for him now, your fingers opening and closing impatiently as he came over to you.

“Hey princess, how do you feel?” He asked, holding you gently for a moment before dragging over a chair to your bed.  Scott did as well, watching the two of you interact with a curious glint in his eye.

“I feel so good! Doctor doctor said they’d bring me pudding if I feel good, and I do!” You said enthusiastically and making the chimera chuckle.

Doctor doctor?” Scott repeated.

“Yeah, I didn’t catch his name, so i figured it was also just doctor.  Doctor doctor isn’t that neat?”

“I’ve never seen her so out of it” Theo said as you sing songed doctor doctor over and over again.

“Yeah me either.  She’s not even like this when she’s drunk” Scott replied.  Suddenly you shot your hand out and grabbed onto Theo’s.

“You let go of me, you let them push you out” You said, a dramatic pout on your face as you studied Theo’s hand, tracing your fingers over the creases in his palm and along his knuckles.

“I’m sorry sweetheart they wouldn’t let me go in with you, I’m not a Doctor” He said as kindly as he could, his free hand petting over your head gently, pushing your hair away from your face.

“Well made you should be” You said sassily, but it only made him smile.

“I’ll try harder next time” He told you, and you nodded curtly.  Scott stood up, deciding that he wasn’t the one you needed to be with right now.

“You’re leaving?” You asked him, eyes staring at him in a puzzled way.

“Yeah, I’m gonna head out and uh… find my mom” He said, lying only a little.  You shrugged.

“Fine” You said, pulling on Theo’s hand and wrapping your arms completely around his.  “More cuddles for Theo” You stated blankly, nuzzling your cheek against the crook in his arm.  Scott chuckled at the way Theo grinned instinctively before containing it.

“He can have all the cuddles” Scott said with a wink before heading out the door.  “I’ll see you in bit y/n” He said then left, closing the door behind him.  You shrugged a shoulder, looking up at Theo through your lashes.

“More cuddles for youuu” You said in a singing tone that made him laugh, and continue running his fingers through your hair.

“How’d everything go?” He asked, though he was sure you wouldn’t give him a  valid answer.

“Prettygoodprettygoodprettygood” You told him.  “I missed you though, I miss you”

“You miss me? I’m right here” Theo said.  You frowned.

“You haven’t always been right there, you used to hate me” You whined slightly, but he shook his head.

“No y/n I’ve never hated you, I could never hate you” He told you sincerely.

“But you used to fight with me all the time” You said.  “You stabbed me in the neck and I slept for a long long time” Theo sighed, wishing he could talk to you about this when you weren’t still high on anesthetics.  But now was as good a time as ever, and he needed you to know the truth.

“y/n, I did that to you so that you would stay out of the mess” He told you, and your brows furrowed together.  “It put you to sleep, safely, I swear to god it was safe, for seventy two hours so that you wouldn’t be out there trying to fight off The Beast and the Dread Doctors” You lifted your head from his arm, staring at him seriously, and he felt like suddenly you were completely grounded and sober.

“What?” You asked in a quiet, unsure voice.

“I know, at the time it seemed like a bad move but I couldn’t have you getting hurt, you weren’t ever supposed to get hurt” You blinked a few times, letting this new information sink in.  After a few silent moments, you laid your head back onto Theo’s arm, holding onto him still and beginning to doze off.

“I like you so much right now that it scares me” You whispered, before falling asleep while clinging onto him.

During your little nap, you were placed back into your wheelchair and taken back to the room you’d been previously staying in so you could recover smoothly.  Theo moved with you, going back to sit in his chair from earlier while you slept peacefully.  When Melissa had left the room after he laid you back in bed and pulled the cover over you, he held onto your hand again.

He clasped it around your palm gently, his eyes trained on your small hand in his, before letting go, and sliding his fingers in between yours.  He liked this much better, feeling he could hold onto you more closely and liking that he could rub circles into the back of your hand.

You let out a soft moan, your head rolling slightly as your eyelashes fluttered open.  Your gaze landed on Theo sitting next to you, his hand holding onto yours.  A soft smile graced your lips as you stared at him adoringly.

“You’re here” You said hoarsely but quietly.  Theo smiled back at you, his eyes flickering from your hands to your eyes.

“I’m here” He murmured back.  “I was with you when you got out of surgery but you probably don’t remember” You eyes narrowed and lips parted as you thought.

“I remember some of it” You mumbled, and a soft breathy laugh emitted from him.  “I remember you telling me about… about what you did” You whispered, somehow impossibly lower than you’d spoken earlier.  Theo stared at you tensely, his mind racing on what you could possibly say next.  “Which confused me- well, still does” You corrected.

“It confuses you?” He asked, brows furrowing at your words.  You nodded in response.

“Yeah” You said, licking over your lips.  “If you wanted me safe, you should’ve just told me” Theo almost snorted.

“You would’ve listened?” You smiled as you laughed a little.

“No, not at first I’m sure” You replied, both of you laughing quietly at your stubborn tendencies.  “But I think eventually I would’ve listened”

“I don’t think you trust me enough for that” Theo sighed, and you held onto his hand a little tighter.

“I trust you” You said, and you declared it as though it were a secret you kept pent up inside you for a long time.

“You didn’t” He said simply, and you both knew he wasn’t wrong.

“I do now” You said earnestly, pulling your molded hands up closer to you, holding them against your chest.  “You saved me, I could’ve died” You told him.

“You wouldn’t have-”

“I could’ve” You cut him off.  “And you’ve saved me multiple times, apparently” You stated.  Theo looked down, his free hand drumming anxiously against your blanket.  “Thank you” You said.

“You don’t have to thank me, I couldn’t just leave you in the street like that y/n, or back then I- you’re human you don’t heal like the rest of us if you’d gotten hurt because of stupid century-old robot men I wouldn’t be able to live with myself” You chuckled slightly at his wording.

“Stiles is human” You whispered.

“What?”

“Stiles, he’s human” You said again.  “You let him go out there and fight against him, didn’t try and protect him” You said, an uncontrollable smile tugging on your lips and a pink tint on your cheeks.  “He doesn’t heal any faster than I do” Theo laughed, but it was a short and nervous sound.

“Yeah well… maybe you need more protection than he does” He said, and you rolled your eyes.

“I was taught to shoot by Argent, and before him, Allison, and never once have I missed” You told him.  “I can shoot a military standard machine gun, and Stiles can swing a bat and sometimes it doesn’t break” You said, and it really wasn’t a lie.  “If anything, you should’ve done it to Stiles, I fight far better than he does-”

“Yeah well I like you far more than Stiles” Theo cut you off, making your blush darken, and your momentary confidence dissipate instantly.

“I’m flattered” You said, making him laugh slightly.  “But thank you anyways, even if I could’ve killed the Doctors before any of you” Theo shrugged.

“Anytime” He said, then shook his head rapidly.  “No no not anytime, not again, I’m not doing it again I promise-”

“Theo” You said through a short laugh.  “I get it” He was quiet as you stroked your thumb over his hand, really liking the way he’d held onto you all day, and hoping it didn’t change when you got out of the hospital.  “Theo” You said softly, and didn’t look away from your hands.  “I don’t hate you, and you’re not a traitor” You told him, in the most serious, straight faced way you could.  “I never hated you” Theo pulled half a smile, moving closer in his chair and ran his hand over your forehead, petting softly down your hair to about ear’s length, then moving back to the top of your head again.  It was a very comforting motion that you closed your eyes in gratification.

“I never hated you either y/n” He responded solemnly, still running his palm over you gently.  “I cared about you too much to see you get hurt, far before anything horrible happened” A small hum came from your throat, and you turned your head while his hand had just brushed over your cheek, pressing slightly against his warm skin.  Your nose brushed slightly over his wrist as you nuzzled into him, rolling onto your side slowly, and wincing during the process.  “Don’t do that” Theo scolded slightly upon seeing the pain it brought you to lay on your hip.

“I’m good- it’s good” You struggled, and he took your pain away with the hand cupped around your cheek before you could protest.  You then laid peacefully facing him, using the palm of his hand as your pillow and relaxing again.  “Theo?”

“Yes?”

“I… I’m really glad that you stayed with me today, it means a lot” You murmured, and making Theo smile again.

“I am too” he murmured, and you kept his gaze for a few moments.  Normally, you would’ve felt nervous, awkward staring into someone’s eyes for so long.  But his hazel green irises were just so appealing and you couldn’t get yourself to glance away.  “I’ve liked getting to know you for real y/n” You grinned wide, a slight blush appearing on your cheeks.

“You too” You said back wiggling a little closer to the edge of the bed.  He moved to the edge of his seat, staring down at your wide and sparkling eyes.  Even with the oxygen tube placed in your nose you looked breathtaking in this moment.  Theo let go of your hand, placing it opposite of his other palm on your cheek, holding your face in his hands.  You stared up at him, all of your attention, completely on his every move, his every touch.  He leaned down, ever so slightly, his eyes flicking from your rounded eyes to your lips, parted and plump, awaiting his own warm mouth.  You smiled after a moment of your intense stare, and he swore your eyes lit up as you watched him.

You rose your hands up, tiredly hooking your wrists behind his neck and mustering the strength to push upwards, hesitating just slightly, but Theo’s hands still on your cheeks guided you the rest of the way, your lips meeting in the softest, most gentle kiss ever given.

It was sleepy, and slow, both of you testing the waters with your newly found chemistry.  And neither of you disliked it one bit.  Theo carefully laid you back down onto your bed, so that you could rest and not have to gather the strength to lean up.  But not once did you break the kiss, just softly slant your lips against his, your head tilting slightly and moving in sync with him.

Your hand slid from behind his neck and tracing down his cheek, laying on his jaw as he pulled away from you.  Your bottom lip became encased by your teeth, but his thumb gently prodded it out.

“You, are the most beautiful girl, that I have ever, and will ever meet” He told you quietly, making a deep blush rush to your cheeks.

“Theo I’m wearing a hospital gown and there’s literally tubes in me” You said with a nervous laugh, but he shook his head, his thumbs caressing over your face in a soft fashion.

“It doesn’t matter” He whispered, and you smiled before pulling his lips back down to yours, falling in love with the warm and plump sensation as they moved together.  You hummed softly out of pleasure and delight.  Your fingers curled slightly around his jaw, and even when you parted you still held him close, your lips pulled into a smile as your lashes flicked up from his to his eyes.  He smiled back, his forehead resting against yours.

“I love you” You murmured out, ever so quietly as you stared at him intensely.  Teo’s hand brushed across your cheek, before tilting his head up to press a kiss against your forehead.

“I love you too princess” Theo said, then leaned back in his seat.  Propping an elbow up on the side of your cot so he could lean his head against his hand.  “Now get some sleep, the pack’s gonna wanna see you soon” You nodded, taking his empty hand and linking your fingers together before closing your eyes peacefully.

Things weren’t so scary when he was sitting there watching over you.


alright i hope that was slow burn enough for ya XD

xoxo ~ jordie

Wipe it off of me-Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x reader
Description: Archie and Veronica start talking about some of their sexual experiences, which sparks the readers interest, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by her boyfriend. Basically Jughead is a little shit (prompt #7 requested)
Warnings: Sin, but not full sin, like, half sin. 50% sin. and I’m going to hell
——————————————————————–
It was obvious that Archie and Veronica weren’t virgins. It was totally ok, and nobody in our group of friends minded, at least half the school was having sex, which I guess was normal in this day and age, but it was still almost like, an elephant in the room, like, a baby elephant, but an elephant nonetheless. The conversation I had been dreading was eventually going to come up, and it did. I was hoping that maybe it wouldn’t be brought up so soon after the whole Archie and Miss Grundy incident, but of course, Kevin had to open his big, fat mouth.

“So, I just need to know, what was it like having sex with a teacher Arch?” Kevin leaned forward in his chair, looking at Archie expectantly. Archie tensed up and his hand stopped strumming his guitar that sat in his lap.

Kev! Oh my god” Betty smacked his arm, giving him a cross glare

“I mean, if we can’t talk about it, then we shouldn’t be doing it, right?” Kevin pointed out, looking around at us. I shifted uncomfortably on the couch I was sat on by my boyfriend, Jughead. We had been dating for 8 months now and hadn’t really discussed anything like this.

“I mean, Kevin has a point.” Veronica agreed, crossing her arms nonchalantly.” If you’re going to have sex you should be able to talk about it. It’s important to discuss it, make sure you’re doing it safely, especially at our age. The last thing we need is one of us getting pregnant.”

“Yeah, yeah, anyways what positions did she make you do?” Kevin turned his attention back to the boy and Betty yelped again.

“Uh, well, a lot of it was just missionary. She rode me a few times, we did maybe a couple different ones…” Archie trailed off.

“Did you guys fuck in her car?” I saw Jughead roll his eyes out of the corner of my eye as he typed away on his laptop.

“Uh, yeah, a couple times…” Archie’s face went red.

“Well, I for one have tried many different things, many different kinks, many different genders.” Veronica smirked at her last few words and Betty’s jaw practically fell to the floor.

“Oh, do tell” Kevin wore a shit eating grin on his face as he turned his attention to Ronnie.

“Dude, don’t you like dick? Archie asked him, an eyebrow raised

“Oh, Archiekins, just because I swing left doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy the sexual stories provide by the right swingers.” Archie still looked confused and Kevin sighed in an irritated manner.
“Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean straight sex repulses me.” Kevin huffed, explaining to Archie. “You may be pretty but you sure aren’t bright.”

Ronnie began to fill us in on her sexual experiences, and Jughead ignored the conversation, typing away on his laptop instead. I, however, gave my full attention to the stories Ronnie told, my heart racing as I began to think about a few of the scenarios with somebody else in mind.

After school, I went straight home, taking the stairs two at a time and opening my laptop. I began to look up some of the stuff Ronnie told the group about. I was impressed, disgusted, and horrified all at once.

“Hey, I know you said you were busy, but I brought Pop’s.” I slammed my laptop shut as quick as I could, turning in my chair to see Jughead with a take-out bag.

“Woah, what’s up?” Jughead set the food down on my nightstand, looking at me as I tried to look casual. My cheeks were as red as Archie’s hair, and I knew at any second I was going to get busted.

“Y/n, what’s on the computer?” Jughead raised an eyebrow. He leaned down so he was eye level with me, both hands resting on either side of my wheely chair.

“N-nothing.” I stammered, his face dangerously close to mine.

“Really? Because I saw how interested you looked while Veronica shared her “stories”, earlier. Care to explain?” Jughead leaned in closer, turning his head a bit as if he was getting ready to kiss me. Before I could process what was happening, Jughead pushed my chair all the way in to the corner of my room and had my laptop open, typing in my password.

“Asshole!” I screamed, jumping up from the chair and shoving him down on to my bed. It was too late though, he had already seen my computer screen.

Wow, y/n, this is a whole new side of you.” Jughead teased, a smirk on his lips as his hands rested on my hips. I whacked his chest with the palm of my hand before getting up and closing the tabs on my computer

“Honestly, if you wanted sex this bad you could have just told me.” Jughead sat up on my bed, a shit eating grin resting upon his lips.

“Lose that grin, Wednesday Addams.” I leaned against my desk, my arms crossed.

“Why don’t you come over here and wipe it off of me?” Jughead leaned back, an eyebrow raised in expectation. I blushed, my mouth opening but no words coming out.

Really, y/n? You’re going to make me do all the work/” Jughead stood from my bed, walking over to me and pressing his body to mine. He leaned down, pressing his lips to mine. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, lifting me so they were now wrapped securely around his waist and stumbling backwards to the bed. My hands went to his air, knocking off his beanie and running my fingers through his black locks. His tongue slipped past my lips, his arms pulling me closer to his body.

Jughead’s lips left mine after a few moments of kissing, trailing down my cheek and jaw to my neck. He bit down gently on the spot below my ear, puckering his lips and sucking until a satisfying dark shade of purple was left. I let out a heavy breath, my hips bucking down against his involuntarily.

“We probably shouldn’t be doing this; my mom could be home at any moment.” I panted.

“You’re probably right.” Jughead breathed, pressing a kiss to my jaw. “Rain check?”

“Definitely.” I leaned down, kissing him again. Jughead leaned back on my bed, pulling me down with him.

“Y/n?” Jughead looked up at me, his fingers running through my hair. “You can talk to me about these kinds of things, you know. I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide them from me.” Jughead pressed a kiss to my cheek. After a few more minutes of cuddling, I got up, grabbing my laptop from my desk. I opened Netflix and put something on to watch as we cuddled in my bed, eating takeaway from Pop’s.



And I totally used that raincheck the next weekend.

The Types as People I know

ISFJ: Sweet up front but man they can be so sensitive holy moly.

INFJ: Super passive about your choices unless they really care about you. Then doggedly soliloquizes whenever they have wisdom you need to hear.

INFP: Super passive aggressive but also super sweet and is like a dog with a bone if they want to figure something out.

ISFP: Smart and sweet and loves to help.

ENFJ: A ray of sunshine with weird hobbies and will randomly tell you her thoughts when she passes in the hallway.

ESFJ: Patriarch of the family, his his stuff together but doesn’t have a lot of substance.

ENFP: Charms everyone - hates everyone. Says yes to everything - wants to say no to everything. Lies a lot, kinda dead inside. Nobody knows it but INTJ.

ESFP: SO FUN OMG LET’S GO I’M IN FOR EVERY PARTY YAY! *Later complains that they’re carsick so they have to sit in the front, or they’re tired so they’re going to leave early, or complains to the waiter about their pasta having gluten like wtf*

ESTJ: “I’m going to have to let you go.”
Person: “What? But I have three kids and my husband doesn’t work-”
ESTJ: “I know Jesse. It pains me to do it but you really need to think about them more when you come in 3 minutes late to work every week. It sets a precedent.”

ENTJ: Plans the entire business trip for 7 coworkers, down to their hotel rooms, who is having dinner with which vendor, what time they should leave their rooms to go to dinner, what type of transportation they should use, how long that transportation should take, etc. Schedules a 1 hour meeting to go over all of it a few days before and quizzes everyone after.

ENTP: *Falls in love* “Oh my god, Jessica’s the one, she’s going to save me from myself wow this is amazing.”
*Two weeks later*
“Yeah I met this girl Emily and she’s soon hot dude and we kissed last night”
Person: “What about Jessica?”
ENTP: “Oh, yeah, we’re still dating. I don’t know dude I’m kinda over her.”

ESTP: *Walks in late, smiles at team* “Hey guys! *sits down like they’re not 40 minutes late* I mean the ease with which they comport themselves holy hell
Also:
Starts first day at new school. Walks up to the lunch table with the coolest looking kids and sits down. “Hey losers. I bet you can’t beat me at xyz”
Also:
LOVES FOOD SOOOOO MUCH

ISTP: Says nothing most of the time. Has crazy hobbies.

INTP: Doesn’t. Stop. Talking. Ok but seriously they’re so smart that it backfires. They talk themselves into these spirally holes and end up in lala land believing things that are completely untrue and knowing they’re right (they’re not)

ISTJ: So much eye rolling. Has no time for INTP’s ramblings and imaginary ideas. Offends INTP EVERY DAY. Loves you really hard but without ever saying it, kinda emotionally stunted

INTJ: Frustrated every time they have to start spending time with someone new because that person will have to spend a lot of time asking “Wait are you serious?” or “What do you mean?” or “Was that sarcastic?” or “Oh sorry did I offend you?” or “OMG why are you being rude?” and INTJ will have to explain that their casual sarcasm needs acclimating and no there’s usually no ill-intent and no they’re not offended and no they don’t mean to be rude omg this is tiring.

Not entirely fluffy, not entirely sinful, somewhere in between LOL

Hope you all like it!^^


Sitting on RFA + Saeran’s lap

Zen

  • He was working out at the rooftop. Sit-ups, push-ups, you know, just the regular exercises you can do at home without the fancy gym equipment
  • That are as effective as any equipment, because man is sweaty and panting hard
  • And as soon as you step in to the rooftop, he just splashes some water so you won’t see him all sweaty (he doesn’t know you would kill to see that, though)
  • And since he looks always ready for a photo shoot, he really looks like a model in a Nike billboard, he looks… irresistible.
  • So you just make your way to his lap, just like that.
  • No, not just like that… WHAT’S WITH THESE SHORTS, MC? DON’T YOU KNOW THEY ARE SHORT JUST THE WAY THE BEAST LIKES IT?
  • “B-babe, what… what are you doing?” “Nothing. What were you doing?” “Just working out, you know, just keeping my body in shape…” oh, if you wiggle like that one more time…
  • “I see, yes… very in shape.” You squeeze his biceps, smiling. Gurl… his mind is a little cloudy due to the beast, but he’s not stupid, he knows what you’re up to.
  • “Yes, babe. Don’t you think I deserve a prize after working so hard?” one of his arms circle you by your waist as he leans towards you to kiss you…
  • “No! You’re all sweaty! Eww!” Gurl… you’re not the actress here, don’t even try. “Ah yes… my bad, princess. I’m really sweaty…” he gets up, shifting you in his arms so he can carry bridal style “I think you’ll have to help me take a shower.”
  • Good luck, now it’s your turn to exercise a little…

 

Yoosung

  • Boy is becoming multitasked these days.
  • Look at him studying in the kitchen while waiting for the dinner to cook in the oven!
  • You are hungry and go to the kitchen to grab something while dinner isn’t ready
  • “Na-ah, MC! Dinner is almost ready, you won’t want to eat later if you eat something random now.” Really multitasked, he says this blocking your way with his arm without taking his eyes off of the book.
  • He looks so serious, so focused, so cool. How can you resist?
  • So you sit on his lap, and he immediately stiffens his body. You keep telling him to focus and study, how can he focus like this, woman?
  • “MC… co-come on… we can… we can do this later… we…” “Do what later, Yoosung?” Oh no… are you really going to make him say it? Look how red he is, the poor thing!
  • He’s trying so hard not to give that glance at your body and how you’re pressing against his own, so he looks at your eyes… only to find that teasing expression you always do… oh, he always for this!
  • “You know very well, MC…” he holds you as he brings you closer, but you scoot lightly away from him “What? I don’t! I’m just hanging here waiting for dinner because I’m hungry!”
  • “Well, I’m hungry too…” he motions for you to get up before leaving his chair as well. You watch as he tosses his book aside and goes to the oven, turning it off. “I’m starving…” you could tease him for these innuendos, but you’re just too much into it as he grabs your hand and leads you both to the bedroom.
  • Yeah, you really didn’t make him say it, you just let him show you.

Jaehee

  • She’s super caught up in the plot of this DVD
  • Seriously… she’s not blinking for a while now…
  • You, on the other hand, aren’t that interested. You’re messing on your phone and sighing dramatically from time to time.
  • She didn’t take a notice of any of these sighs!
  •  And you genuinely don’t want to get on her way in this, but ahh… you’re getting quite sleepy and her lap looks really inviting…
  • So you yawn and lie on the couch, resting your head on her lap.
  • “MC?” she looks at you all flushed and with this little reprimanding look on her eyes. “What? I’m just tired.”
  • “But I… I’m… the movie…” “You can keep watching, I’m just going to stay quiet here…” you nuzzle your head in her lap… god…
  • You’re the worst kind of tease: the one who plays innocent, ahh, if only she didn’t love this so much, her life would be so much easier…
  • “Are you really going to stay quiet?” she grabs your chin, making you look at her as she bends down slowly. “Nah, you know what? I better rest in the bed, right?” you get up, heading to the bedroom. She rolls her eyes as turning the TV off, then she follows you.
  • Her life would be easier, but waaaay less interesting if she didn’t fall for your teasing…

Jumin

  • Shhh, he’s on the phone…
  • And judging from the way his rubbing his temples, it’s a strenuous business concern.
  • You walk into his office to grab a book, but your eyes go straight at him and how tired he looks.
  • He’s been on this deal almost the whole afternoon, shouldn’t he take a little break?
  • You walk towards his desk, going behind his chair as you mess with his hair a little. He finally notices your presence and bring your hand to his, still talking on the phone, but massaging your knuckles.
  • Oh, he is the one who needs a massage… anyway, you take this as an invitation to his lap.
  • “Yes, just hold on for a minute…” he covers the speaker with his hand as he looks at you. “Can I help you with something, my love?”
  • “I’m okay. Not so sure about you, though…” you squeeze his shoulders “So tense… are you okay?” Is this a trick? Are you genuinely concerned or genuinely tempting him?
  • He hopes it’s a little bit of both, and goes back to his phone. “I’ll talk to you later. Something just came up.” Placing his phone in the desk, one hand wraps your hips as the other grabs your chin as he comes closer.
  • “Ju-Jumin!” you pull away a little “What about your work? You can’t just… no, you…” he chuckles as he hugs you again “I suppose a little break won’t do any harm?”
  •  Probably it wouldn’t, but it wasn’t exactly little…

Saeyoung

  • There’s something wrong to one of his babies. He spent all day trying to fix it by himself, messing with the gears and engines, then going inside the car and trying to start it. Nothing.
  •  You let him do his thing, but it’s getting kinda late, shouldn’t he get inside now and admit this is a job for a professional mechanic.
  • You were going to tell him that, but seeing him with his hands and face all dirty with grease stirred something in you.
  • “Having problems, buddy?” you lean on the side of the car. “Ughhhh, I’m a genius, MC! Why can’t I fix this?”he sighs in frustration, resting his body dramatically in his seat.
  • Okay, that’s your cue! It’s not exactly comfortable, but you quickly manage to get on his lap, straddling him.
  •  “Ah, honey… I know what you’re doing, but… no, I’m just so tired, I’m…” oh, you’re wearing a skirt, huh?
  •  “Then let’s get inside so you can rest.” You twitch your fingers in the back of his head, playing with the hair.  And he wants to pull away and ask you to stop, he knows he can think of a way of fixing this car, but…
  •  “Are you sure you want to wiggle against me like that, MC? You know I can feel eveeeeerything, right?”
  • He rubs your back up and down before holding your head as he brings his face up, but you tilt away from him “Yeah? So what? You only care about your car, anyway…” you pout.
  • Oh… you fight so dirty sometimes… “I’m so offended you would say this, MC. Guess I’ll have to show you how much I care about you, then.”
  • Now you’re feeling eveeeeerything too.

Saeran

  •  It’s pretty quiet around your place
  • He’s sitting on the couch, just hanging and messing with his phone.
  • So are you, you’ve been putting some things in place while typing in your phone, walking around with your eye glued on the screen.
  • After you’re done, you decide to sit on the couch, and since he’s so quiet and you’re distracted, you don’t notice the seat you’re going for it’s already taken.
  • “Hey! What are you doing?” “Oh, sorry! I didn’t see you there!” he’s clearly annoyed, but… there is something else…
  •  “Wh… wha…? How could you not have seen me? What is in your phone to keep you hooked like this?” “Oh, just this cool game I downloaded, check it out.” You adjust your legs on top of him.
  • “Whoa! What are you… why are you… still…like this?” oh, he’s not really mad, just super flustered because you never sat on his lap before.
  • “Like this how?” ah, you know you shouldn’t mess with the poor boy like this, but how can you not when he looks so cute? “Like… you know how, your legs and your…” he won’t say ass nor butt, no, he won’t say it! “Just… get out, this is weird!”
  • “Nah, I think I like it…” you wiggle, earning a low whimper from him in response. Oh, he knows what you’re doing… “You’re doing this on purpose, ain’t you?” he places his hand on top of your thighs, his eyes dart down your lips.
  • “What? No! I wasn’t even paying attention on you before!” you laugh, but your giggle soon turns into a gasp as he grips the back of your thighs, moving to get off from under you to get on top
  • “Then I’ll have to make you pay full attention on me this time.”
Touché // j.j.

You can’t pin point when. Somewhere between the steady typing and the flipping of pages, between the constant supply of french fries and chocolate milkshakes, between the occasional eye contact and the brief smiles. Somewhere between the hours of three and seven o'clock, you fell.

To be specific, you fell in love with Jughead Jones, Riverdale’s resident tall dark and handsome, at least in your opinion.

It started one afternoon when Pop’s was busier than usual, every booth and table full except one.

“Do you…do you mind if I sit?” You ask, rocking slightly on the balls of your feet. “Everywhere else is full.”

You expect him to say no; he is, after all, Jughead Jones, and this is, after all, Riverdale, probably the smallest town in the world and everyone at least knew of everyone else, and you definitely know of Jughead and his preference to being alone, especially when he’s writing.

Jughead ceases his typing, locking eyes with you. He glances around the diner, almost surprised at how many people were in it.

“I’m not the best conversationalist,” he says, looking back at you, “I can’t promise anything good.”

This surprises you, you expected a flat out no or for him to even just ignore you.

“I’m not looking for conversation,” you say, shrugging, “just somewhere to sit and read my book while enjoying a milkshake.”

“Depends,” he smirks, folding his hands in front of his laptop, “what flavor milkshake?”

“The best one of course,” you smile back, “chocolate.”

Jughead smiles, actually smiles, and nods.

“Yeah, yeah you can sit,” he says.

You thank him, sliding into the booth and setting your bag next to you. You pull out your book, thanking the waiter as he set down your milkshake.

“Oh, I’m Y/N by the way,” you say, stirring the drink a bit.

“I know.”

You raise your eyebrows, tilting your head to the side.

“You know who I am?”

You remind yourself again that this is Riverdale, probably the smallest town in the world, where everyone knows everyone.

“I know more than you think,” he smiles.

“You take this dark and mysterious thing seriously don’t you?”

“I thought you weren’t looking for conversation?” He raises an eyebrow, half a smirk on his face.

“Touché,” you say, opening your book and settling into the plush seating, sipping occasionally at your milkshake.

This continues for days. Regardless of whether Pop’s is bursting at the seems or it’s just you and him, you always sit together. The two of you sit in that booth, you with a book in one hand and a milkshake in another and Jughead with his laptop on the table and fries next to it.

“You know,” Jughead says one day, fingers still whizzing across the keyboard, “you can sit somewhere else if you want.”

“And ruin the work we’ve been doing?” You smile, “I’m good.”

He stops typing, you feel his eyes on you.

“And what work are we doing exactly?”

“Bonding, Jug,” you say, turning the page.

“Is this what bonding is?”

You look up at him, shrugging.

“What would you call it?”

“Touché.”

Weeks pass, the time you spend at Pop’s growing from a one or two hours into several, your time together stretching into early dusk.

“Hey Jug?” You ask quietly one day, closing your book for once.

He notices, he stops typing, he even half way closes the top of his computer.

“What’s up?”

“How’d you know who I was?” You ask, stirring your milkshake. “That first day…you said you knew who I was before I told you. How?”

“This is Riverdale,” he says, “I think it’s physically impossible to not know someone in this town.”

Jughead opens his mouth to continue, then closes it. You can see the wheels turning in his head.

“I notice things, I notice people,” he resumes finally, “I notice when people are different and you’re different. A good different, but different.”

With that, he raises the lid of his laptop, eyes focusing back on the screen.

“You noticed me?”

He looks back up at you, a smile on his face.

“Course I did.”

When you get to Pop’s one day about a week later, Jughead’s not there, Archie is.

“Oh um…hi,” you say, stopping short in front of the booth.

“Hey, Y/N right?” He asks, motioning for you to sit.

You do.

“Yeah, that’s um…” you shift your weight slightly, feeling uncomfortable, “that’s me.”

“Sorry, this must be awkward,” Archie says with a smile, “I’m Archie.”

“Yeah, I know who you are,” you say before you can stop yourself.

Archie’s eyebrows scrunch up slightly in confusion.

“Sorry, that sounded weird,” you rush, “I just mean, you’re a sophomore on varsity football, the whole school knows who you are.”

Archie smiles a bit, nodding.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” he shrugs, “anyway, Jughead sent me.”

You feel your shoulders relax involuntarily, leaning back into the seat.

“Okay.”

“He had to stay after school, make up a test or something,” Archie explains, “he told me to come tell you that he’d be here though, just a bit late.”

You smile.

“Thanks Archie,” you nod, “that’s really nice.”

“Anytime,” the boy replies, smiling, “look uh…this may sound super weird but um…you and Jughead…is that anything more th-”

“No,” you cut him off, shaking your head, “no we’re…we’re just friends. At least…I think we’re friends. We just…we sit together and we do our own thing. That’s all.”

“I know Jughead, that’s definitely a friendship,” he smiles, “okay, I gotta head back to practice before I’m missed but yeah, he’ll be here.”

With another smile he scoots out of the booth.

“Archie,” you stop him, looking up at his face, “look um…god this is going to sound crazy but…is Jughead…is he seeing anyone o-or som-”

“No,” Archie cuts you off with another smile on his face, “he was, for a bit but…not anymore. Do you like him?”

You’re surprised by his bluntness, your eyes widening a bit.

“I uh…n-no I was just curious,” you shake your head, pulling your book out of your bag, “you better get to practice, don’t want coach to bench you.”

Archie smiles again, always with the smiling, and walks out of the door just as Jughead walks in.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” he says, sitting down across from you.

“I didn’t know we had a set schedule,” you smirk, tilting your head slightly, “nice of you to send your friend though.”

Jughead looks at you, a sarcastic smile on his face.

“Didn’t want you to think I stood you up,” he says, pulling out his laptop.  

“Don’t you have to be on a date to get stood up?” You ask, sipping at your milkshake as Pop places a basket of fries in front of Jughead.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” he replies, shrugging.

“So are you telling me that these are dates?”

This time you surprise yourself with your own bluntness, and Jughead as well. He recovers quickly though, the shock on his face only evident for a few brief moments.

“You tell me.”

There it is, his smile, his actual smile. Not a smirk, not some no effort half smile, an actual, full blown, Jughead smile.

Looking back on it, you think that’s when you first knew, when you first realized that you were falling for him.

The rest of the night is spent in silence, well, besides the sound of Jughead’s typing and your book pages begin turned.

You arrive at Pop’s the next day to see Jughead already sitting at the booth, typing furiously. That didn’t surprise you. What did surprise you, however, is the chocolate milkshake already sitting on the table in front of your side of the booth.

“I didn’t see you at school today,” you say, sitting down, “did you skip?”

“Yeah, yeah I um…” he pauses, finishing the sentence he’s typing before looking at you, “I got here this morning because I forgot one of my notebooks and I sat down to finish this paragraph I was on and uh…next thing I knew it was one o'clock in the afternoon so I…figured I’d just stay here.”

“Archie asked me if I knew where you were,” you say, “he came up to me during lunch and asked if I knew if you were sick or not.”

“What did you say?”

“The truth,” you reply, “that I didn’t know.”

Jughead nods, looking back down at his computer screen.

“Jug?” You ask, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.

He continues to type, oblivious to your calls of his name.

“Juggie!” You exclaim, finally drawing his attention.

“Sorry, got caught up in the story,” he shakes his head, “what’s up?”

“What’s going on with you?” You ask, sliding your book off to the side. “You seem…I dunno, off.”

“Sorry just um…a lot of stuff on my mind I guess,” he says, shrugging.

“About Jason or…other things?” You ask.

“It’s nothing important.”

“Juggie,” you say softly, sliding your hand across the table to touch his arm, “if it’s bothering you this much, it’s important. You can talk to me, always.”

“We’re friends right?” He asks, closing his computer all the way.

“Yeah, yeah course we are Jug,” you nod, “please, tell me what’s going on.”

And he does, he tells you everything. About his parents splitting up, about his dad being part of the Serpents, about his mom taking his sister and leaving, about living at the drive in, about living at the school, everything. And you let him talk, you let him go on for as long as he needs with no interruption, just listening.

“Sorry if that’s a lot but um…I needed to get that stuff off my chest,” he finishes, taking a deep breath, “thanks though.”

“Come stay with me,” the words are out of your mouth before you even think them through, but you don’t take them back, “seriously Jug, my dad’s away on business and my mom won’t care, we’ve got room.”

“No Y/N I can’t expect that from you I do-”

“Juggie, you’re my best friend,” you say, cheeks burning slightly, “please, let me do this for you.”

Jughead looks down, staring your hand touching his, both of your fingers practically intertwined on top of the table.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” He asks after a minute or two silence, looking around the diner. “I don’t want to be any trouble.”

“I’m absolutely positive it’s okay,” you reply, catching his gaze, “but I’m not going to force you.”

“As long as you’re sure,” he says, nodding, “I’d really like to not live under the stairs like Harry Potter.”

You were right, your mom doesn’t care, she even convinces your dad that it’s okay for Jughead to stay with you, and after three weeks of it, you’re convinced it is the single best idea you’ve ever had.

The two of you still spend most of your time at Pop’s, something about the neon lights and plush seating and the constant supply of chocolate milkshakes makes you feel more at home than you do at your actual house. Or maybe Jughead does. Maybe Jughead makes you feel like you’re home.

“Do you ever wonder how some people end up with the worst luck?” He asks one day, eyes never leaving his computer screen as he chews on this thumb nail.

The two of you are going on four hours at Pop’s that day, and you notice that Jughead has barely written anything.

“Are we talking about Jason?” You ask gently, closing the book you were reading and placing it on the table.

“We’re talking about everyone,” he says cryptically, “how some people are born with everything they could ever want available on a silver platter and others are born with nothing, but somehow the golden boy ends up with the worst kind of luck.”

Jughead rarely ever spoke directly about Jason Blossom, you knew by now how to read between the lines of his novel-ish tone of voice.

“I think that it doesn’t matter what you’re born into,” you reply, “I think what matters is the choices we decide to make throughout our lives, and that that’s how we end up with good or bad luck, by the choices we make and by how we live our lives.”

“Jason never had to make a choice though,” Jughead exclaims, closing his laptop and sliding it out of the way, “that’s the thing, he never in his life had to make one choice for himself and somehow he still ended up murdered.”

His bluntness surprises you, this being one of a few times he directly tells you he’s talking about Jason.

“He did make choices, Jug,” you explain calmly, “everyday, just like you and me. He made the choice to let his parents give him whatever he wanted, he made the choice to follow that stupid book Chuck made up, he made the choice to be with Polly regardless of what his parents said, he made the choice to try and fake his own death so he could be with her without fear of them, he made hard choices, some of them more tough than you and I will ever make in our entire lives.”

Jughead stares at you, and for a minute you think he’s going to get up and leave.

But then he grabs his computer, mumbling a quick thank you under his breath and he begins to type furiously.

That night you’re laying on your bed, Jughead in the guest room across the hall and you can’t help but feel like he’s a million miles away.

You can’t sleep. Grabbing your phone, you squint at the brightness before you’re able to turn it down, looking at the clock.

2:37 am

“He’s probably asleep,” you whisper to yourself as you unlock the device, fingers moving almost on autopilot to Jughead’s message thread.

Can’t sleep, you awake?

You lay the phone on your stomach, staring up at the dark ceiling and willing your body to sleep. The vibration of the device pulls you out of your thoughts.

You okay?

You smile, two simple words causing happiness to bubble up in your stomach.

Yeah, just can’t seem to sleep.

You want to come talk?

If you don’t mind.

You’re always able to come talk to me.

You don’t reply, instead you get up out of your bed, quietly opening your door and then closing it behind you. You take three quick steps across the hallway, opening and closing Jughead’s door as quietly as you did your own.

“Hey,” you say softly, standing in front of the door.

Jughead props himself up on his elbows, the first thing you notice is the lack of a grey beanie upon his head.

“Hey,” he says back in the same tone, “you okay?”

Those two words again, this time sounding even better as you can hear him say it in his own voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you reply, pushing some hair behind your ear nervously.

Why are you nervous? You ask yourself as Jughead motions for you to come join him. It’s only Juggie.

You slide under the covers, but only because the room is cold, and you’re next to him, but only because it’s his room, and his arm is around your shoulders, but only because he’s a good friend and he wants to comfort you.

“Why can’t you sleep?” He asks, rubbing his eye with one hand.

“Did I wake you up?” You ask.

“No I was working on my book,” he explains, pointing at the computer on the bedside table, “don’t change the subject.”

“I dunno…overthinking I guess,” you reply, shrugging a bit.

“About what?”

“Everything I suppose,” you say, “about how if Pop’s wasn’t full that one day or if I had decided not to go then we probably wouldn’t have ever met. About how if I hadn’t continued to sit there we probably wouldn’t have become best friends, about what Archie sa-”

“Archie?” Jughead cuts you off. “What about Archie?”

You curse yourself silently. You didn’t mean to say anything about Archie.

“Nothing, nothing,” you reply quickly, but the look on Jughead’s face told you that he wasn’t going to let it go, “okay um…back that one day when you sent him to Pop’s to tell me that you were going to be late uh…he said that you had been seeing someone but that you weren’t anymore and I was…I guess I was just thinking about who it could’ve been.”

He’s silent, more silent than you’ve ever experienced with the many months of knowing him. Minutes pass, they feel like hours. Finally, you decide to break the silence.

“Juggie?” You whisper.

“Sorry I um…” he shakes his head, raven colored hair flying everywhere, “why were…why were you thinking about that?”

“Curious, I guess,” you explain, “sorry if that seems intrusive or weird or whatever bu-”

“No no it’s…it’s okay,” Jughead replies, wrapping his arm around your shoulders a bit tighter, “it…it was Betty. We had a thing for a few weeks but in the end we decided we were better off as friends.”

“A few weeks?”

“Before I met you, we stopped about two days before that day at Pop’s”

“And are you?”

“Am I what?”

“You and Betty, are you better off as friends?”

“Definitely.”

You nod, falling into silence once again.

This time Jughead breaks it.

“Look I’m not…I’m not good at this whole feelings thing,” he says, “Betty was the first girl I ever really had those types of emotions for but it wasn’t…it wasn’t what I’m supposed to feel. Or rather what I want to feel.”

“Do you know what you want to feel?” You ask, tilting your head up to look at his face.

He looks almost angelic in the pale light streaming through the semi-closed blinds.

“Yes.”

“Do you know anyone that makes you feel like that?”

“Yes.”

The answer comes quick, almost too quick.

“Who?”

Another pause.

“I can’t say.”

Your stomach drops on slightly, but enough for you to feel it nonetheless.

“Oh.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” he rushes, running one of his hands through his hair, “it’s just that I don’t really know how to.”

“You’re a writer, Jug,” you say, “I know you’ll figure out how to tell her. You’re good with words.”

“Not when it comes to these kinds of words,” he laughs lightly, “I don’t want to mess up.”

“Don’t psych yourself out,” you encourage, regardless of the weight on your heart, “maybe you don’t need your words this time, maybe actions is the way to go. I believe in you, I know you’ll figure it out.”

Jughead finally looks at you, dark hair falling in front of his face as it’s still free of the infamous crown beanie.

“Actions?” He repeats.

“Yeah, you know what they say,” you smile, “actions speak louder than words.”

He blinks a few times, it’s almost like you can see the thought processing through his brain.

And then suddenly his hands are cupping your face and his lips are on top of yours, your eyes closing as if they had minds of their own. You’re shocked, who wouldn’t be, but it only takes a fraction of a moment for your mind to kick into gear and then your kissing him back, one hand on his shoulder and the other on the back of his neck.

If I’m dreaming I hope I never ever wake up.

He pulls away too soon for your liking, both your chests rising and falling little faster than usual.

“That thing you said about actions,” he says breathlessly, “I believe it.”

You smile wide, Jughead pressing his forehead against yours.

“You were talking about me?” You ask, still a bit shocked.

Jughead nods a few times, a smile on his face as well.

“I like you, Y/N,” he finally says, “I know that’s not poetic or artistic or anything like that but I just…I don’t have any other words. I really like you.”

You think your face is going to split in half by the giant smile you can’t keep off your face.

“Juggie,” you bite your bottom lip lightly, shaking your head, “god I can’t even tell you how much I’ve been wanting you to say that.”

Jughead’s smile widens and you swear the room brightness a bit.

“I’m really glad you couldn’t sleep tonight,” he whispers, laughing quietly.

“Me too,” you smile even wider, if that’s possible, “Juggie I’m…I’m really really happy right now.”

“God I am too,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “do you maybe want to have dinner with my friends tomorrow? I know they’re going out after the game, I can finally introduce you, properly too.”

“Ooh, dinner with the friends,” you say sarcastically, “I don’t know, you think our relationship is ready for that? We’ve only been together all of five minutes.”

Jughead laughs loudly and you shush him, the two of you falling silent to make sure your parents were still asleep.

“My dad will kill you if you wake him up and he finds us like this,” you whisper, shaking your head, “but in all seriousness, do you think it’ll be awkward for Betty? I don’t want to cause any trouble or anything I know you guys ar-”

“Y/N,” he stops your rambling, a soft smile on his face, “it’ll be fine. Betty and I are good, like I said, we’re better off as friends. Trust me, she’ll be okay. I wouldn’t bring either of you to meet each other if I didn’t think she’d be okay.”

“Okay, I’ll come to dinner with your friends,” you say, “on one condition.”

“Oh god, what?”

“I get to wear the infamous beanie,” you rush out, reaching over Jughead’s body and plucking the hat from on top of is computer.

“Y/N!” Jughead exclaims, trying to grab the hat back from you.

“Hold on hold on,” you say, pushing his hand away.

You put the beanie on your head, smoothing your hair out under it and looking back up at him.

Jughead stops struggling, half a smile on his face.

“Well you do look adorable,” he says, brushing a stray piece of hair off your cheek.

“I wear the beanie tomorrow,” you ask with raised eyebrows.

“You can wear it to dinner,” he compromises, tilting his head to the side.

“Touché.”

Jughead keeps his word, and when the two of you leave your house that evening and head for Pop’s, he takes the beanie off his head and places it on yours, shaking out his hair. Jughead intertwines your fingers together, smiling at you and at how happy you look.

Jughead explains his friends to you, telling you a bit about each one of them as you both walk towards the diner.

“They’re probably going to say something,” he says, “about the beanie.”

“Have any of them ever seen you without it?” You question.

“Archie has a few times, Betty once or twice,” he explains, “but other than that, no.”

Jughead’s warnings were a bit understated. In fact, when the two of you walk into Pop’s and find his friends at a booth, it seems all conversation in the entire diner ceases.

“Jug,” one of the girls, Veronica, says, mouthing wordlessly for a few seconds, “you made it, we thought you weren’t going to come for a while.”

“Yeah, yeah we left a bit late,” Jughead shrugs, “guys um…this is Y/N. Y/N, this is…well this is everyone.”

Once the awkward formalities were out of the way and Pop had brought over everyone’s celebratory milkshakes (the football team won that night), everything felt normal.

You laugh at all the jokes, even tell some of your own. You feel like you’ve been part of this group for years, and you know Jughead can tell.

“Hey um…sorry guys I gotta take this,” Jughead says after he pulls out his phone.

“Juggie?” You ask. “Everything okay?”

“What? Yeah,” he replies, “it’s just…it’s my mom. I should take it.”

“Yeah, yeah of course go ahead,” Betty says, “we’ll keep her company,” she smiles at you.

Jughead thanks them, walking out the door to the diner with the phone up to his ear.

“So,” Veronica says, holding her head up with her hands, “you and Jughead.”

You furrow your eyebrows.

“Oh come on, don’t make her spell it out!” Kevin says, “he’s letting you wear his most prized possession for pete’s sake!”

You feel a blush spread across your cheeks, looking down at the half empty milkshake in front of you.

“I think you guys make a cute couple,” Betty says, licking some whipped cream off of her straw.

“Thanks Betty,” you reply, smiling again.

“This is going to sound awkward but uh…” Archie trails off, “has Jug told you anything about what’s going with his family an-”

“Yeah,” you cut him off, “he has. About everything, including his dad and that stuff. He’s um…he’s staying at my house. Has been for a couple weeks.”

Veronica smirks, Betty elbows her in the ribs. Archie and Kevin rolls their eyes at the two girls.

“Hey, I think he’s talking about you,” Kevin says, nodding in Jughead’s direction.

The four of you look over at him, you watch as he talks into his phone with a huge smile on his face, running a hand through his hair to push it back every couple of seconds.

The night draws to a close all too soon, everyone heading back to their houses as you and Jughead walk hand in hand down the asphalt road.

“I think that went really well,” you say, smiling at him.

“I agree,” Jughead says, stopping you both from walking and standing in front of you.

Before you can ask what he’s doing, he places his lips on yours, cupping your cheek with one hand while simultaneously tilting your head up. You feel him lift the beanie off of your head, but honestly you don’t really care. He pulls away with a smirk, fixing his hat back on his head.

“Archie,” you say, looking over Jughead’s shoulder.

“Really?” He asks with semi-wide eyes, “that’s what you’re thinking about in the middle of our moment?”

No, god you’re an idiot,” you shake your head, pointing over his shoulder, “Archie’s window, which happens to show Archie watching us right now.”

As soon as Jughead turns around Archie slides his curtains closed, causing you and Jughead to burst out in laughter.

“Did you kiss me just to steal your hat back?” You ask in a fake shocked tone.

“Possibly,” he replies, quirking an eyebrow.

“Touché Jones, touché.”

Our Life in Headlines//H.S

Hello Loves!!! OMG it’s been too long! Is everyone still breathing? You okay? I know I was completely shook after all the videos from last night. But here we are. And with a request fulfilled! Sorry for my super long absence! Midterms have been kicking my butt. This little story kind of got away from me but I hope you like it. As always, my masterlist is linked in my bio and requests are still open. (even thought they may take me a bit to fulfill!) I love you all!! XR


“Harry Styles and Y/N getting cozy at The Grammy’s After Party? Is love in the air?”

Keep reading