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Bad Things- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Just glimpses in to Jughead and Reader’s relationship. Heavily based off of the song “Bad Things” by Camila Cabello and Machine gun Kelly because I’m a total slut for that bop

Warnings: SIN SIN SIN SIN SO MUCH SIN IM A SINNER, Swearing, implied smut, actual descriptive smut like guys this is kinda intense.

I DID IT OKAY I SINNED FOR Y’ALL

(Disclaimer: If you are uncomfortable with Jughead Jones smut then Do.Not.Read. This is literal actual smut intended for the Riverdale Tv Show version of Jughead Jones portrayed by Cole Sprouse, as all my other fics are. If you are offended or do not like this kind of stuff, then just keep scrolling. This is requested by my followers and I won’t deny it or not do it simply because a few other people don’t like it.)


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“Am I outta my head, am I outta my mind? If you only knew the bad things I like.”


It was the little things about him that always had me craving him. The veins along his wrists, when his jaw was clenched. The little hints of curls that poked out of his gray beanie, almost as if they were begging to see the light of day. The frame of his body was probably my favorite part. I had never been attracted to buff men, particularly guys like my friend Archie Andrews. He was a whole different story though. He was tall and lean, almost comparing to the body of a track runner, but his body was still toned in all of the right places, and he was certainly strong enough to carry me up my stairs to my bedroom. Jughead Jones made me think the most sinful things, and I couldn’t ever stop. I’m just lucky that the feeling is mutual.

“Y/n?Did you just hear a thing I said?” My best friend Veronica looked at me expectantly, her eyebrows raised and looking frustrated with me. Truthfully, I hadn’t heard a thing she said. I was too busy focusing my attention on something more…interesting.

Jughead Jones had started out as a friend. That’s how they all did, right? We had four classes together, and mutual friends, so of course, we grew incredibly close over time.Eventually, it became something more The boy stared back at me, his blue eyes piercing through mine and in to my head, almost reading my thoughts. I saw as he mouthed a simple word “tonight” and I gave him a slight nod, biting my lip in response.

“Sorry V, she’s too focused on her loverboy.” Archie taunted me, passing by us and to his friend, knocking shoulders with him. Jughead blushed slightly, not moving from his position on the lockers, his arms crossed over him. I could fix that.

I strutted over, my hips moving a little more than they usually do. Jughead uncrossed his arms and they immediately went to my waist once I reached him, pulling me in to his body that was still against the lockers. I leaned up, pressing my lips to his quickly before the bell rang. I broke apart from my boyfriend, my hand sliding down his shirt slowly. I pulled away, winking at him before strutting off. I didn’t even have to turn around to know his eyes were on me, watching my every step.



“No matter what you say, no matter what you do, I only wanna do bad things to you.”



Jughead and I had been together for a good six months before we got in to our first fight. He always had his nose shoved in to his laptop, and I got no attention from him anymore, and I was angry. I had waited a while for him to notice, and he never did, so I took matters in to my own hands.

My boyfriend sat at a stool in my kitchen, his hands in his hair and his laptop in front of him, His beanie long forgotten on the counter. If I wasn’t so pissed at him, I might have offered to release some of that tension, but I wasn’t in a giving mood that day. I slammed the laptop shut, my eyes glaring at him. Jughead looked up at me with a confused look.

“Forsythe, do you remember why I invited you over?” I asked him, my eyebrow cocked while I waited to his answer. His mouth opened slightly, trying to string together something and drawing up a blank. I scoffed, shaking my head and walking away.

“Baby, wait-” Jughead hopped off the stool, following me out of the room.

“Jughead, I asked you to come over because I wanted to spend time with you!! Not so I could watch you on your laptop the whole time! I just want some of you to myself!is that too much?”

“You know how important this novel is to me, y/n-”

“ I know that! But I should be more important!” I shouted. I didn’t care if I sounded selfish. I was pissed.

“ Of course you’re more important! What kind of question is that?!” Jughead looked at me like I was ridiculous and I shook my head.

“Really? Because sometimes it feels like you would choose that book over me if it came down to it.” I crossed my arms, my foot tapping against the hardwood floor. Jughead’s face fell, and the anger on his face was replaced with a sad look.

“That is not true, that is not true at all, I would always choose you.” Jughead closed the gap between us, his arms wrapping around my waist. I pushed him away slightly, my hands on his chest.


“Prove it.” I spoke bravely, my tone of voice becoming different.


Everything happened relatively quickly from there.Jughead’s hands went around my back, lifting me so my legs were wrapped around his waist, and his fingers wrapping around the backs of my thighs. His mouth was on mine and I felt my back hit the wall. Jughead’s lips went to my neck, sucking harshly at the skin until purple bruises adorned it. My hands went to his sweater, almost ripping the fabric just to get it off of him.

“ My room,” I panted, my hands tangled in Jughead’s hair while he sucked harshly at the collarbone peeking out of my tank top. He adjusted my body that was wrapped around his before making his way to the stairs, carrying me up them. I felt my back hit my mattress and Jughead was on top of me, his legs on either side of my waist and his hands already under my shirt. His had already been tossed over a chair in my room.

I flipped us over so I was on top,grinding my lower body in to his. Jughead let out a low groan, his head tilting upwards at the contact. My hands made quick work unbuckling his belt, pulling it off of him quickly and unbuttoning his jeans. Jughead looked at me impressed.

“No matter how many times you do that, I’m still pretty shocked at your skillwork.” Jughead’s arms went behind his head, a smirk now on his face.

“Don’t get too comfortable.” I taunted, my hands going behind my back.

I unclasped my bra, tossing it across my room somewhere. Jughead sat up quickly, his mouth already on my chest, littering my body with hickeys. He flipped us over again so he was in control, and pressed open mouth kisses down my stomach to my hips, his fingers curling under my sweatpants and dragging the waistband down and off of me. My breath hitched in my throat when I felt his lips on my thigh, leaving light little kisses up them until his mouth was over the fabric of my underwear. My back arched off the mattress at the feeling, my fingers gripping the sheets until my knuckles turned white. Jughead hooked two of his digits in to the side of my underwear, pulling them slowly down my thighs.

“Jug… Jug please.” I begged, not really in the mood to take things slow. Jughead pulled the fabric down the rest of my legs, and they went flinging in an unknown direction of the bedroom.Jughead’s head dipped down, and I was breathing intensely, my hands going to his hair and tangling in to the strands, gripping tightly.




“We’re both wild, and the nights young, and you’re my drug.”




Parties weren’t Jughead’s thing, but Cheryl was in fact now a part of our gang, and it was only fair to at least make an appearance. So, on Saturday night, I was getting dressed and ready to go to her party. I wore a simple blue dress a gold belt with a bow around my waist, and some black ankle boots. Veronica and Betty laid on my bed, chatting amongst the two of them while I finished my makeup. I was finishing my lipstick when Archie and Jughead walked in to my door, both of them surprisingly having smiles on their faces.

Jughead made his way towards me immediately, pressing a kiss to my temple and standing behind me, his arms wrapping loosely around my shoulders. I looked at him through my vanity mirror, blowing a kiss at him, and he blushed and rolled his eyes.

“Are you almost ready y/n?” Betty sighed exasperatedly. She say up from the bed, smoothing out her romper, and Veronica wrapped her an arm around her waist, leaning her head against her girlfriends shoulder

“Oh, Bets, let the poor girl take her time. It’s always classier to be fashionably late.” Veronica pressed a kiss to the shell of Betty’s ear and her face went red.

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We arrived on time to the party and everyone split up, Betty and Veronica dancing, Archie talking to Valerie, and my back to Jughead’s chest as we sunk in to a corner of the room, to have some privacy. His arms were around my waist, holding my tightly to his body while he pressed kisses to my neck, whispering incredibly sinful things about what he would be doing to me right this minute had we not been at Cheryl’s house.

I know that Jughead would have rather been at my house tonight, cuddled in to each other on my couch watching a movie, or just talking and being in each other’s presence, or even trying out some of the things he had been whispering to me. I felt a little sympathetic for him, but I knew just the way to cheer him up.

I turned around, my hands slipping in to his, and I pulled him towards the middle of the room. An upbeat song was playing and everybody was dancing and jumping around. Jughead huffed, not wanting to go, but I knew he wouldn’t resist if I tried hard enough.

I finally got him to the middle of the room, my hands lacing with his, my back pressed against his chest as my hips swayed back and forth to the music. I could feel Jughead was tense, so I gave him a little incentive by pushing my lower body in to his slightly, and I heard his breath shudder a bit before he was moving his body against mine and his lips were on my neck.

“we should go back to your place."Jughead whispered, his lips brushing against my skin. I tilted my neck so he could have easier access, taking his hands in mine and running them down the sides of my body. With the way his body was moving against mine, and all the things he had been sharing with me earlier, it would be an understatement to say I was worked up. I grabbed his hand again, weaving through the crowds and shouting a goodbye to Betty and Veronica before starting the trek to my house. Jughead and I walked hand in hand, slowing down every once in a while to kiss each other.


"When we get home, you’re in for it.”

“Oh, I know.”




“And you keep me in with those hips, while my teeth sink in those lips, while your body’s giving me life, and you suffocate in my kiss.”


Fuck, Forsythe.” I hissed, my nails digging in to his back. My hips moved slowly down on to his length, my fingers moving up his back and in to his hair. His hands were wrapped around my body, his lips biting harshly at my shoulder. When I felt my body adjust to him, I rose my hips before sinking back down on to him again.Jughead captured my lips with his, his teeth biting gently in to my bottom lip. We lazily kissed as I moved up and down slowly, my walls tightening around him slightly. Jughead held me as close to his body as he could, our chests pressed together.

I was on cloud 9 every time I was intimate with Jug. Everything about him was breath taking, and he was so beautiful when he was like this: his lips slightly parted, his curly hair matted down and sticking to his forehead, and his body shining from the warmth of our bodies colliding.

I started to move my hips a little faster, grinding down on to Jughead’s hips. Jughead buried his face in to the crook of my neck, and his arms wrapped around me even tighter, if that was possible. I used whatever energy I had left to move my hips faster, bringing Jughead and I both to the edge. I could feel the warmth in the pit of my stomach, warning me that I was close.

“F-fuck, Forsythe,I-”

“I know, baby.” Jughead began to meet his hips with mine on every thrust, one arm unwrapping from around my body to press the pad of his finger to my clit. I gasped at the sensation, my nails scratching against his back harder.

“Shit, shit, I-I’m-” I cut myself off, not having enough breath to finish my sentence. I felt my stomach tighten and then I was cumming on Jughead’s dick, a quiet moan escaping my lips. I kept thrusting against him, riding out my high while he chases his, soon I was being hit with overstimulation, but I powered through it, bouncing against Jughead as fast as I could.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, I’m gonna-” strings of curse words escaped Jughead’s lips as he flipped us over, pounding in to me as hard as he could. His lips went around on of my nipples, sucking harshly, and his fingers rubbed quickly and forcefully against my clit, drawing out another orgasm from me.

Before I knew it, I was cumming again, this time Jughead following as he came inside me. Jughead’s body collapsed on top of mine, not before pulling out of me slowly. My hands tangled themselves in his hair and his arms went back around my body, his head laying against my chest. I could feel his heart race against my own beating heart, and I looked down at my beautiful boyfriend, as I smiled.He was all mine.





“The way we love, is so unique, and when we touch, I’m shivering.”





I woke up to the light shining from my bedroom window, the rays of sun peeking through my curtains and casting rays of light along the sleeping bodies of Jughead and I. The night before had been our one year anniversary, and he “spent the night”, Which resulted in to this morning, the both of us naked in my bed. Jughead was already awake, his fingers tracing along my arms.Goosebumps ran along my skin at the feeling of his touch, leaning up to give him a kiss.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Jughead mumbled against my lips. I giggled as his fingers went to my sides, tickling me the slightest bit.

“Good morning, handsome.” I smiled down at him, my eyes practically in the shapes of hearts. I loved this boy to death. He was the most perfect thing I had ever found in this world.

“How are you feeling?” He asked me, his fingers stopping so his arms could wrap around my back. He pulled our bodies tighter together.

“I’m great.” I told him, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. Jughead’s face scrunched up slightly and I giggle again, my hands cupping his cheeks.

“I love you, so much. So, so, soso much.” I started pressing kisses all over his face and I felt it scrunch up again before catching my lips with his. Jughead wasn’t a super affectionate person in public, so I loved these moments I had with him, hidden away under my covers, where it was just the two of us.





“And no one has to get it, just you and me.”






“I swear to god, you two are the most sickeningly cute couple in..in… In god knows what!” Veronica threw her hands up dramatically before slamming them down on to the table at the booth. She looked at the two of us, who sat across from each other. Jughead and I didn’t break our eye contact, still looking at each other and smiling brightly.

“Come on, V.It’s cute. They’re cute.” Betty defended, sitting across from her girlfriend.

“ I know, but look at them! All they do is stare at each other like its the morning after their first time.“ Veronica scoffed before pausing for a second. Her mouth opened in shock before she whispered loudly.

"You guys fucked!” Jughead and I broke apart at that, looking at Veronica with wide eyes. I was about to shake my head when Jughead interrupted.

“We’ve been fucking, V. Catch up.” Ronnie and Betty’s mouth fell open simultaneously at the confidence in Jughead’s voice.He leaned back in the booth and turned his attention back to me, cheekily winking at me. My cheeks grew hot as I looked back at my best friends, mouths still open in shock.

“You guys, you, you’re-” Ronnie stammered, looking back and forth at each other. Jughead and I started laughing at Ronnie’s reaction, and she sputtered.

“I don’t get your relationship. I seriously don’t.” Ronnie slumped in her seat, her chin resting in the palm of her hand.

“Cheer up, V. It’s y/n and Jughead. Nobody gets it except them.” Jughead and I had already tuned out Betty though, our attention going back to each other. Nobody had to understand our relationship, because it wasn’t theirs. It was ours, And it was perfect.

one more time (m)

genre: fuckboy au + smut

words: 5.5k

member: jimin 

you can’t resist jimin, even if he is a fuckboy.

Originally posted by 9taefox


You woke up to the sound of your ringtone blaring into your ear. You huffed, screwing your eyes shut and hoping it would stop; it didn’t. Reaching out, you grabbed your phone and squinted at the bright screen, your eyes needing time to adjust.

Jimin.

You sighed through your nostrils, closing your eyes and ignoring the impending headache that you could already feel starting in your temples. You debated not answering, and the call ended. You nearly let a smile form on your lips, but your phone began to vibrate in your hand again, Jimin’s name popping up once again as the sound of your ringtone kept you from sleeping.

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Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: slight language


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You sighed, pushing your books into your locker. It was Friday and all you wanted to do was call Taehyung and have him bring snacks over to your house for a movie night.

You pushed your locker closed and jumped back at the figure that had been standing behind the door, blocked from your view.

“What the hell! Jungkook you can’t do shit like that,” you said, placing a hand over your heart as you looked at him.

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summary: The stereotypical narrative of what college is like –consisting much of fraternities, intimacy, and heartbreaks. So what happens if the infamous womanizer of Phi Beta Sigma mistakenly sleeps with his girlfriend’s roommate?


A/N: this most likely will be a series so ye haha… i might include a taglist here since its a series

Phi Beta Sigma is a very well known fraternity in the Avengers campus. It was filled with all the womanizers you could ever think of and was led by Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes. Surprisingly Steve wasn’t much of a flirt, he was as pure as an angel and soft as a cotton; however James was the exact opposite. He would exchange girls here and there without conscience, playing them as if they were a bunch of toys.

Even though James never had a history of a long lasting relationship, he now was at his 5 month relation with Natasha who was also famed on her role for being part of the sorority Sigma Delta Tau –both of them were just abhorrently perfect for each other in the most sickest ways. She became infamous for her reputation of fucking Professor Banner in the campus laboratory in freshman year, thereafter she proudly wore the reputation rather than be ashamed of it.

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A/N: Part 8! I wanted to get straight to a certain part but I needed this for it all to make sense.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1251 Words

The Nanny MasterList


Previously:

Turning around you felt your jaw drop as you met a very familiar face.

“As I live and breathe. It’s none other than Y/N Y/L/N!”

“Tony?!?”

“Hi Sweetheart”

“What are you doing here??” you exclaimed standing up and wrapping your arms around Tony’s waist, his arms going around your shoulders.

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Drunken Disaster - Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Reader.

Originally posted by alwaysbeu

Lydia was having a party tonight and you decided to skip out on it. You’d been to all of her parties before and you just weren’t feeling up to this one.

You were lying on your bed doing the reading for English when your phone went off. You picked it up and read the name on your screen. Stiles.

“Hey, what’s up?” You asked as you sat up, the bed squeaking underneath you.

“Heeeeeyyy, Y/N!” He yelled and you pulled the phone from your ear, cringing.

“Stiles, it’s after midnight.” You mutter, trying not to wake anyone else in the house.

“I know! I just think you’re pretty and I thought I’d call to tell you.” You blush at his remark. “Oh! And I need a ride, Scott went home and I can’t drive because you know….” He lowers his voice to a loud whisper. “I’m drunk.”

You roll your eyes and stick a bookmark in your assignment before slipping on your shoes. “I’m on my way.” You grab your keys and head for the front door. “Stiles, go wait outside for me.” You say as you get in your car.

“Okay! Thanks, Y/N! I love you!”

“I love you too, idiot.” You chuckle and hang up.

You pull up to the party and scan the front yard. No Stiles. You call him and he doesn’t answer. You look down at yourself and what you’re wearing and sigh. A tank top, athletic shorts, and converse. You shrug and pull the keys out of the ignition and head inside, scanning every room for the dark-headed boy. You spot him going upstairs and you run after him.

“Stiles!” You yell and he turns to look at you.

He waves and runs upstairs like a small child. Great. You run after him, chasing him into a bedroom.

“Mieczyslaw Stilinski.“ You say authoritatively. You put your hands on your hips and give him a look.

“What?” He says innocently before grinning. “I’m sorry, I just want you to party with me!” He dances his way over to you, making you laugh. He grabs your hands and pulls you to him, moving his hips against yours.

“Stiles.” You warn. “I have to get you home.”

“No, I can’t go home.” He pouts and gives you puppy dog eyes.

“Then you’ll sleep at my house.” You say and grab his hand tightly you pull him downstairs and out of the house. You help him into the car and get in on your side.

“Stiles put your seatbelt on.” You say as you put the car into gear. He buckles up and you head home.

“Y/N.” Stiles says quietly.

“Yeah?” You turn to look at him, pulling up to a red light.

“You’re a good friend.” He smiles and looks at you, putting his hand on top of yours on the steering wheel.

You return the smile and take off when the light turns green.

“Thanks, Stiles.” You look at his hand on top of yours.

“We’re here.” You say and you both get out, you leading him inside. “Be quiet.” You whisper and he nods.

You leave him in your room and you go to get him some water. When you return he’s knocked out on your bed.

“Stiles.” You whisper, shaking his arm. He grunts in response.

“You need to change.” You say, sitting beside him on the bed.

He groans and sits up, taking his shirt off. You take it from him and you grab some clothes from his drawer in your dresser. You take his shoes off of him and he takes his pants off, lying back down.

“Stiles…” You sigh. “You have to get dressed. I’m not sleeping with you half naked.” You look at him, his eyes already shut and you shake your head. You are going to sleep with him half naked.

You wake up the next morning and you roll over to see Stiles watching you.

“What?” You sit up and look at him. You reach over him and grab the water and an aspirin before handing them both to him.

He takes them and continues looking at you. “Did we…” He points between the both of you.

You laugh and nod. “Yeah.”

His eyes widen and he bites his lip. “Awesome.”

You smack his arm and shake your head. “I’m just kidding! I brought you home and you knocked out.”

“Oh.” He laughs and takes the pill.

“To be fair you did call me pretty.” You say as he rubs his temples.

He grins and looks at you. “A drunk man always tells the truth.”

Blue Kisses.

Pairing: Hoseok / Reader.

Genre: Fluff, angst.

Summary: “But you do know that I care right?” he whispered against the skin of your cheek, his thumb brushing heat over your bottom lip, making your lips part to accommodate his digit.

Word count: 12,821

Cr.

Note: Ahhh, I wrote this so long ago and I’m not sure if I still like it .But here! All revamped and made pretty for the masterlist so meh~


After standing alone in a unfamiliar living room for the last half hour, you were officially ready to kill Jung. It was no secret that you hated frat parties, favouring curling up in your second - hand (hey, it was cheap), worn chair with one of your favourite books or watching reruns to staying out late with drunk students. You could be quite shy around those you didn’t know, and hated being forced to down bitter tasting beer while drunk classmates would pull you into their sweaty embraces. Also, due to your dislike of alcohol, you were often the only sober person in the house, having to deal with your classmates drunk antics. 

You would never forget that on the rare occasion that you went to a party, the boy who sat next to you in Art History had pinned you to a wall and tried to shove his tongue down your throat. Obviously he was too drunk to aim and ended up with a mouthful of hair rather than your lips, but it was enough to put you off parties even more than before. You hadn’t been able to look at him the next day, awkwardly nodding when he had apologised. However you did try to enjoy yourself on the weekends, earning it after the gruelling week. Sometimes you would invite some of your friends to your tiny dorm room provided by the school to go on a movie marathon. There had been a slight mix up with the rooms at the collage, meaning you didn’t have a roommate, and the school hadn’t assigned you one yet. However after a disastrous week, chock full of meetings and assignments due in, you were ready to get a pizza, hide in a mountain of blankets and fall asleep in front of the season finale of the crown. However when Jung had arrived at your door in the early evening, and almost broke down your door with her violent knocking, your plans had been thrown to the wind.

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Stay //Tom Holland x Reader

Originally posted by tomhollanddaily

Tom Holland x Reader

Requested: by @yomahbro

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Word Count: 1208

Warnings: I can’t remember if I used profanity but it’s me so probably.

A/N: Lmao, my ass listened to My Boo by Usher and a bitch knew she had to. Oh i tried to make this gender neutral as always bc everyone needs heartbreak and love amiright.?OH and i gave up on finding gifs that actually fit cus im a mess lmao enjoy!!

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Forbidden pt.2 (M)

This scenario contains mature and sexual themes. You have been warned! 

Part 1 ~

Originally posted by chimneytaels


You were starting to regret saying yes to Yoongi. What were you thinking? What good would come out of this? A night of passion, lust and relieving that pent up stress and sexual frustration you’ve had. Your conclusion was to go looking sexy as fuck and have a fun night. 

Yoongi offered to pick you up, but you thought it was best if your parents didn’t see him. It was obvious that your father did not approve of Yoongi for his outer appearance, but if he knew his reputation your father would definitely not let you anywhere near Yoongi. For you, Yoongi was intriguing. 

You wore your little black dress that hugged to your body in all the right places, a velvet black choker and heels to match. Your hair and make-up was done to perfection. You deserved to dress up and have a good time, you worked hard all year. You tried to seek past your parents for them not to see what you’re wearing, as they would find fault with it somehow. 

“Is that dress not a little too short, sweetie?” Your father points out making your mom giggle and slap his shoulder. 

“Oh, leave her you big grump! She is only going to have that body a little longer before it starts to sag.” You frown in annoyance, but your dad slaps her face and smirks. 

“You’re still as beautiful, as the first day we met….” He trailed off whispering something in her ear making her giggle and blush. 

”Gross! I might stay in Lily’s tonight, so don’t wait up.” You yell as you rush out of the house. 


When you get to the party its in full swing. As you walked through the front door of the house party the hazy smoke hit you. People with red solo cups in their hands, people conversing, people dancing. You looked around, Yoongi was not in sight. You decide to go get a drink first. There was only two people in the kitchen, a couple face eating one another. You look at the variety of drinks there is, going for a rum and coke. You turn when your finished mixing your drink, to come face to face with Yoongi’s smirking face. 

“You actual came, babe.” His hands slide up to your waist, bringing you flush against his chest. 

“I told you I’d come. I’m here.” You state taking a gulp from your solo cup. He grabs the cup out of your hands finishing it and throwing the cup behind you. His jaw line was so visible as he drunk from your cup. He was really a beautiful man. You just wanted to trace the outline on his tattoos on his neck. 

“You’re so sexy, every guy here tonight had their eyes on you, but you’re mine.” He was so close, his eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes. You thought he was going to kiss you as he leaned down your ear. “How about we get out of here, this parties shit and I think we can have more fun on our own.” His breath tickled your neck, he planted a soft kiss on the skin below your ear. 

He grabbed your hand and pulled you through the buzzed party to get out. The air was a lot colder outside, yet refreshing from the hot sticky atmosphere in the house. You run your hands over your bare arms to heat them up. Yoongi sees you shivering. 

“Here.” He takes his leather jacket off and sets over your shoulders. You put your arms through it and hug it to your body. “It looks so much better on you, baby. But I think it would lot great if you had nothing on underneath.” He was so blunt, but you giggle nonetheless. Yoongi leads you to a motor bike, handing you a helmet. You laugh. 

“That’s funny, wheres your car.” 

“This is it, babe.” Yoongi chuckles, putting the helmet on your head and clicking it in place. 

“Hah, no seriously.” You still think hes joking, he smirks and gets on his motor cycle. “Yoongi I-I can’t get on that.” You attempt to take the helmet off, but can’t. Yoongi gets off the bike, putting his fingers under your chin to make your eyes focus on his. 

“Babe, nothing is going to happen to you when your with me, okay. Trust me, I wont let anything happen to you. Do you trust me?” Looking into his chocolate brown eyes, they were so intoxicating. 

“I trust you.” You say in almost a whisper, he gives you a gummy grin. 

“Great.” He lifts you up an puts you on the back of his motorcycle, climbing on as well. “Hold on tight, baby.” You hesitantly put your arms on his hips, not holding tight. He interlaces his fingers with your moving your hands, so you were giving him a back hug. His musky sent, husky deep voice was making you feel safe. He starts the motorcycle, raving it up and then speed off up the street. He was zooming through traffic, the wind blowing your hair. 

It was an oddly freeing experience. Being with a man whom was so troublesome and ‘dangerous’ made you feel safe and content. But you didn’t know why he had this effect on you. He pulls up at a town house. He gets off and the helps you. He takes the helmet off your head, you try to fix your hair, muttering ‘stupid fucking helmet’ under your breath, making Yoongi chuckle. 

“Come on.” He takes your hand and walks up to the house taking out his keys and opening the door. Yoongi leads you up stairs, to what you make out as his bed room. Its not what you expected. He has guitars hanging on the wall, a piano in the corner and surprisingly the room is clean. Your hand grazed the piano. 

“Do you play?” You asked, looking over your shoulder at Yoongi, who was leaning against his dresser watching you, his hands in his pockets. 

“I do, I play lots of instruments. My aim in life is to get out of this town and make music. Real music, not that shit they play at house parties. After we graduate next month, I’m gone.” You were in awe of Yoongi he had a plan, he had a desire, something he was so passionate about. If you had the chance, even the guts to leave this town you would. 

“That’s really cool. Can you play something for me?” You were itching to hear him play something. He smirks, pushing himself off the dresser, he strides over to you. He sits down on the bench, you take the space beside him. 

“What do you want me to play?” He looks at you with a playful look in his eyes. 

“Anything.” You smile back him. He hods and starts to play a song, its not one you have ever heard before. The melody is beautiful, you can’t stop staring at him. You could see the passion in the way he played. It was amazing. He finished playing. “What song was that?” 

“It was a Yoongi original.” He smiled a gummy smile. You both just sit in silence staring at one another. Yoongi leans in and connects your lips, his hands cup your face. Its soft and light at first, but then it turns into passion, lust and need. Your hands going into Yoongi’s hair, pulling on the strands. He abruptly stands up taking your hand in his and backing you towards his bed. He lifts up his shirt, throwing it on the floor, showing off his lean yet muscular milky torso. He pushes is jacket off your shoulders and lets it fall on the floor. He swiftly turns you around, unzipping your dress and pushing it off your body. His hands smooth over your ass, before smacking it. 

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He grunts against your ear, his teeth pulling on the lobe. You moan softly, as he starts to suck and nip on your neck, marking you as his. You turn back to him and unbutton his pants and push them down along with his boxers. “Someones eager.” Yoongi smirks. 

“Yeah… so lets get on with it.” Yoongi chuckles and pushes you back on the bed. Yoongi kicks off his shoes and his boxers and jeans, joining you on the bed. He hovers over you, he starts to kiss down your neck. You arch your back into him from his touch, he takes advantage of this, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra. He throws your undergarments behind him, leaning down to kiss your breasts, nipping and sucking on the soft skin. His hand moves down south into your lace panties. He rubs your clit in fast circles, moving his fingers up and down your slit. 

“Fuck, Yoongi just fuck me already!” You yell, just wanting to feel him inside you already. 

“With pleasure, baby.” He smirks leaning up his erect cock at your entrance, he pushes into you slowly, letting you adjust to his size. 

“Fuck, you’re so big” You moan out, bucking your hips into his to assure him you were ready. He takes control and starts to thrust into you, slow at first but he then gets harder. His hands roam up your body before hes lacing his fingers together with yours, his forehead against yours. 

“Open your eyes, baby. I want to be looking into your eyes when I fuck you.” You do as he requests and open your eyes, only to be staring right into his lust filled eyes. Yoongi was breath taking and no one could deny that. That’s why he probably had countless girls in this bed, he probably played that song every time, insuring him a night of hard fucking. But you didn’t care about that, it was just you and him tonight. Tomorrow Yoongi would act like you didn’t exist, as you would do the same to him. 

“Fuck.” You scream his name out as you cum. You love how good Yoongi made you feel. 

“You feel amazing baby.” He pulls out of you, pumping himself a few times before he comes all over your stomach. He hums in satisfaction, getting off the bed getting a towel and cleaning you off. He puts a t-shirt over your head and puts shorts on himself. He gets back into bed with you and pulls you close, kissing your neck as you fall asleep. 



You wake up the next morning in a haze, you can smell sex and Yoongi. You turn in his embrace, he was fast asleep. You knew Yoongi would probably want you gone before he woke up, so you get up trying to find your clothes around the room. You don’t notice Yoongi staring at you till you turn to find your panties. 

“Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!” You put a hand to your chest, calming your heart. He chuckled. 

“What are you doing up?” He turns to look at the clock that reads 6:09. “Its six in the morning, come back to bed.” He states, opening the covers for you to join him again. You do as he says and get back in bed with him, he cuddles into you. 

“I thought you don’t liking people staying. Don’t you always leave during the night, why do you want me to stay?” You ask curious of his answer. 

“No ones ever been in my room before, you’re the first one.” 


I’m actually rather happy with this. I hope you all enjoyed. Thank you so much for reading! If you would like a part 3, message me. 

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Choices/ An Originals Imagine

“We’ve got to do something about y/n” said Kol. Elijah groaned, massaging his temples roughly. Klaus chuckled saying “What do you mean brother, you don’t enjoy watching her tear our brotherhood apart.” Elijah sighed heavily, saying “we must make her choose one of us, and the rest of us can cut our losses and bloody move on.” Kol and Klaus agreed silently. Y/n was a complete hybrid, witch, werewolf and vampire. The first one to be exact. She was older than even the Mikaelsons, but she had not met them until about 2 months ago. She spent the beginning of her eternity traveling the world, going from Portugal to Dubai, to New Zealand, and everywhere in between. She had decided to visit New Orleans for a little while cause she wanted to meet the famed Mikaelsons. You’d lived with them for a little over a week, when Rebekah told you that Elijah, Kol, ad Klaus were all incredibly smitten with you. They all flirted with me, and if you showed any one of them any affection at all, the other two would become manic in a fit of jealousy. Rebekah and I thought it was hilarious watching them bicker over me like small children. The Mikaelson ball was coming up in a week, and Rebekah had warned you that all 3 men intended on asking you. You were planning on having a movie night with Rebekah, Hayley, and Hope tonight, and you were busy making brownies to share with them later. You heard a ring, and then another. You dusted the flour off your hands, clapping them together, and picked up the phone. It was Klaus. You put him on speaker and said “Yes Niklaus, what is it. I’m kind of busy at the moment.” He interrupted me saying “Darling, I’d like to ask you to dinner tonight. I’m having a few friends over.” “Hello Darling” said what sounded like Kol Mikaelson. “How’s it going love” interrupted Elijah. You groaned saying “And why the hell should I go to this dinner party, with the 3 men who have been fighting for my affections for weeks.” “Well darling” said Klaus, “ We haven’t had a dinner party in ages, and we dearly miss your company.” I moaned “What’s in it for me then, Mikaelson brothers?’ “Well, there is free food involved, and you get to enjoy our wonderful company” said Kol. I could practically feel them smirking through the phone. They all knew I couldn’t resist free food. “I’m coming for the food, not you. And the food better be good because I have already made plans tonight” you snapped back. “Well, darling, we’ll pick you up at 8oclock sharp” Klaus said. You hung up the phone, and rubbed your temples. You preheated the oven, and mixed up the brownies. You went upstairs and texted Rebekah about not being able to make it to movie night tonight. You went upstairs and picked out a dress for the dinner party. You picked up a strapless green velvet dress with a tight upper bodice. It would do for the party. You left your hair down and wavy, and out on some cream foundation, with nude lipstick and mascara. You put on some nude strappy heels, and put in some earrings. It was 7:30. You went downstairs, and watched the news for a few minutes. At 8:00 sharp, a limousine pulled up to the old Mikaelson house. I stepped out, and saw a driver open the door for me. He drove me to the Mikaelson home, and you knocked on the door, and saw all 3 Mikaelsons trying to wedge themselves in the door. You giggled at the 3 men trying to fit themselves in the door. You walked in, taking off your shrug and being led to the living room. Klaus handed you a glass of champagne, and Elijah said “why y/n, I must say that you do look ravishing tonight.” You blushed, but Kol interrupted saying “the only thing I got out of that is that he doesn’t always think you look ravishing, however, I share the opposite opinion love.” Klaus took your elbow saying “enough dilly dally, lets get y/n to dinner now”, but you intervened saying “shouldn’t we wait for the other guests.” Elijah gazed at you, saying “ well dear, hadn’t you guessed. You’re the guest of honor. We would like to make you choose which of us to take you to the ball, and the other 2 will cut their losses.” You silently agreed, and followed them to the ballroom. Kol pushed out your chair for you, and the other two took their seats. You were served delicious soup, steak, and drinks. Klaus wiped his face away with a napkin, and said “Darling do you have an inhaler on you?” You tilted your head, confused. He finished “because you took my breath away.” You blushed and Kol and Elijah groaned. “Y/n” said Kol, “we all know that I’m the youngest, most charming brother.” He smirked. Elijah interrupted saying “Yes y/n, Kol is the youngest, but with that comes immaturity. I, the oldest, am the most responsible, and mentally secure. We could travel the world together, and do everything you ever wanted.” Klaus continued “That’s enough brothers. Y/n its time for you to choose who is going to escort you to the ball.” They all stood up from the table, and stood across the room, hands behind their backs, waiting for you to choose. You stared at all of the handsome men, all who were willing to take you to the ball. You stood up as well and straightened your dress, saying “I choose…”

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41 and 42

41. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”
42. “His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow.”

I had known Harry for years now. We had always been good friends, even enjoying the occasional fuck every now and then. Neither of us ever took it to the next level, and I didn’t think either of us ever wanted to. Not until tonight that is.


We were at a house party of a close friend of ours. We drove together but didn’t expect to leave together.

Watching Harry find a girl for the night was one of the most entertaining things one could watch. He worked all night for his goal, even though he didn’t have too. He loved the game, he always had. I was currently being chatted up by some guy whose name I couldn’t hear. I watched as Harry worked on tonight’s prospect. He leaned over and whispered something, surely dirty, into her ear. To which of course, she giggled, giving him a small pat on the chest. I laughed to myself. He could literally charm the pants of anyone. 

It wasn’t until I turned back around, did I realize whatshisname had walked away. Good idea, I wasn’t going to give him the time of day anyway.

“Y/N!!” I could point out that yell anywhere.

“Niall!!” I yelled just as loudly back as he walked up to me, lifting me up in a bone crushing hug.

“Babe, you are look ravishing as always.” Niall set me down but still had me in his arms.

I met Niall through Harry and had always had a small crush on him. He was so sweet and charming, I had fallen for him instantly.

“’Arry here?” He asked looking around.

I nodded my head into the direction Harry was with the girl.

“Wow, it is amazing to watch that man work.” Niall admired his friends technique from a far.

Don’t encourage him, Ni. His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow.” I only half joked.

“Ah, whatever. Now I can spent the night with my best girl.” Niall winked at me, making me blush.

“Don’t get all shy on me now, sweets.” He snuggled his nose into my neck, gently kissing it while I giggled.

“Well if I’m going to be with you all night, I’m gonna need another drink.” I called into his ear.

“Lead the way.” He finally said emerging from my neck while reaching for my hand.


I’m not really sure how all this happened. I was talking with Niall downstairs, both of us flirting endlessly, when he finally suggested we go upstairs so he “could hear me better”. It was a lame excuse, but he had me riled up all night so I was more than happy to agree.

And now here we were making out in the guest bedroom. He was a great kisser, just as I had imagined. I could almost kick myself on how long it took for me to finally make a move.

His hands reached the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head. I only had on a lace bralette which, by the growl he omitted, he must’ve really loved. He cupped my breasts, kissing my chests leaving marks randomly.

I reached down to lift off his shirt,  separating us only for a second until we attached our mouths again. My hand moved to his pants, undoing his belt and slipping my hand through his boxers. We both breathed out a sigh when I finally got my hands around him, tugging slowly. 

I was so caught up in him, I hadn’t even heard the door open.

Suddenly, Niall wasn’t on top of me anymore.

“What the hell?” I jumped up quickly to find Niall lying on the floor while Harry loomed over him, fist clenched. The two boys just stared at each other.

“Harry, what are you doing? Have you lost your fucking mind?

I screamed at him as I got up from the bed. 

“I told you she was off limits, asshole!” Harry ignored me as he screamed at Niall, who was now fixing himself back into his pants.

“She’s not your property, mate.” Niall said standing up looking for his shirt.

“Hello?! What is going on? Harry, get out of here.” I hated when people ignore me.

“We’re leaving.” Harry grabbed my hand, but I quickly moved it out of his grasp.

“Fuck you! I’m not leaving.” I was beyond furious. Harry knew I had a crush on Niall and now he was ruining it because…?

I had never bothered him with his conquests, and this was the first time he ever seemed bothered with mine.

“Babe, listen, let’s just get out of here and I’ll explain everything at home.”

Harry was trying to reason with me, but I wasn’t having it.

“What-no!” I backed away from him again.

“Harry, I-” Niall now had his shirt on and stood awkwardly next to Harry.

“Fuck off, Niall.” Harry yelled back, still keeping his eyes on me.

“What has gotten in to you?! Get out, Harry!” I screamed as I pointed my finger towards the door.

“Love-”

“Out!” I shouted even louder than before.

The two boys stood staring at me, obviously shocked by my outburst. Harry sighed running his hands through his hair. Before quietly turning and leaving the room, not without slamming the door though.

“What did he mean when he said I was ‘off limits’?” I quizzed Niall as soon as the door shut.

“Nothing, he was just-”

“Tell me.” I wasn’t having all this nonsense, not tonight. I was beyond pissed at Harry and Niall seemed like he knew what whole outburst meant.

“He-” Niall paused before looking at the door again, almost as if he was afraid Harry would come back in.

“I don’t know, really. He told me a few weeks ago to back off, he didn’t like how close we we’re getting.” Niall scratched the back of his neck as he spoke.

“And why would he say that?” I crossed my arms over my chest, still only in my jeans and bralette.

“I don’t know…” Niall wouldn’t make eye contact with me, which I knew was his tell for when he was lying.

I sighed as I walked up closer to him.

“Ni, what is it?” I asked gentler this time.

“I don’t really think it’s my place to say…He’s my friend and I should’ve have done this.” He emphasized “this” while moving his finger between us.

“But I don’t understand why?” I was genuinely intrigued now.

“You should really talk to him.” Niall hesitated before kissing me on the forehead.

“I think I’m gonna head home now anyways.” He walked towards the door before stopping and saying, “He’s probably still waiting for you downstairs if you really want to know.” And then he walked out of the room.


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Crash into Me (Ch.7) Finale😘

(Juice x OC Janna)

Thank you to @chaosmieu and @juiceboxxortiz the support that y'all gave me has been immeasurable!! I love you both so much!!!

Originally posted by cute-guysxx



A couple hours and a quarter of a fith of Jameson later Janna was angrily trying to find all of her things. She didn’t realise it but she had indeed moved in with Juice. Right down to the pictures of them on the fridge and her makeup and straightener in the bathroom. She even had trouble packing up the yeti cup with the dent in it that he’d taken up as his own. It was his now. Holding it she thought about the day they had met how relieved she was he had been ok. How when she looked into his eyes and saw his smile that she couldn’t belive she had nearly been the one responsible for taking something so beautiful from the world.

How she had picked up his habits of everything having a place and being in it. How he had also started to have his cup of ice water with everything. This wasn’t a fling they lived and worked and laughed, and, with a sigh, she realised the had made love together in this house. Suddenly the little travler girl had found her home and this was it. This house this bed this man. This was home. And she had let it go.

Janna broke down and sobbed folding her…. no this one was his… and instead of her bag she placed the shirt on the dresser.

Janna was broken from her self loathing by a knock at the door.

Janna sighed when the persistent knocking didn’t stop. “I’m not in the mode Gemma.” She choked out opening the door. “Besides you got what you wanted I’m leaving.”

Gemma took in her red face and siged. “What happend sweetheart?”

Janna scoffed “Sweetheart?” And walked back into the house lifting the bottle to her lips. Gemma followed her in and yanked the bottle from her hand taking a pull from it her self. “What tha..” Janna stood shocked by the action.

Gemma simply held up a finger to her as if to say just hold on. Then abruptly turned the bottle up again this time taking 3 large gulps. “Oh Jesus!” Gemma exclaimed handing the bottle back with one hand and slapping the burn in her chest with the other. “I needed that or I was never gonna get through this.. Janna I am sorry.”

Janna’s puffy eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. “It’s just I’m protective of my boys and you came in and you didn’t seem that much different from the bouncy little bimbos that are already around the club… I just thought…”

“That I’d use him like they do. I get it Gem.”

Gemma sighed looking her over “I didn’t give you a chance to show that you were different and you ended up taking that chance. And damn it baby if I wasn’t proud of you… I was pissed so it didn’t show.. but standing up like you did… those girls, they don’t do that… and since I’m usually the boss bitch in charge, they defiantly don’t do it to me.” She scoffed.

Janna had to laugh at that “This life… the club…. it ain’t easy baby. It’s all or nothing… and I… well..”

“You mistook my kindness for weakness.”

“Yeah I did.” Gemma reluctantly gave in. “Now tell me what happend.”

Janna took one more swig and began to recount her fight with Juice to the matriarch of SAMCRO. “Well damn baby. You just gonna let him say that and walk out?”

“I didn’t say it back. He’s not gonna wanna see me when he gets home.”

“Bullshit! Get your ass up. Let’s go.”

“What?”

“I’m taking you to get your truck so you can find his dumb ass before some porn slut takes advantage of his broken baby heart and puts the final nail in the coffin.”

“Gemma .. I.. I..”

“Forget it darlin let’s go!”

Janna jumped up slipping on her flip flops. She was in nothing but some short dry fit shorts and an oversized t-shirt with her messy bun falling apart on top of her head and her makeup-less puffy face she was the epitome of ‘God bless this hot southern mess’. Thinking screw it she slipped on her Costas and followed Gemma out the door.

The sun was just sinking when the women pulled into the lot and they each groaned at the sight of all the people there “Shit,” Gemma huffed, “with everything going on I forgot a party was happening tonight.” But then she perked up. “On the plus side, 20 to 1 he’s here.” She looked at Janna who just let out a frustrated growl and climbed out of the Caddy.

Gemma followed closely behind her. Some of the guys spotted the pair and Happy, Chibs, and Tig walked up to greet them. Turning suddenly at the sight of everyone Janna looked up to Gemma. “Do us both a favor and never again mistake my kindness for weakness. I will do my best to never be the cause of hurt but I will not sit by and take someone’s shit.” Gemma raised an immaculate eyebrow at her and all the guys took pause thinking they were about to break up another fight. “Sorry just had to.. I don’t know.. psych my self up.” Gemma just nodded and smirked.

When Janna turned back around she came face to face with Happy who nodded at her. “Thanks Hap. I need that.” And she marched twards the doors.

“What tha hell?” Tig looked around confused at how Janna and Happy seemed to understand one another when he didn’t even speak. “He just nodded and flicked that damn tooth pick around his mouth?” He complained to Chibs and Gemma. Both of whom shrugged not understanding either.

Janna walked into the club house with the other four behind her she quickly spotted Juice and… “Ima” Janna muttered to herself. Janna knew all about Ima the guys had all had a turn with her and she was the porn star princess.

Moving to the bar Tig Chibs and Happy all grabbed drinks to watch the show with. Chibs slapped Opie on the back to get his and Jax’s attention and pointed over to Juice and Ima and the very furious very tiny bundle of pissed the hell off storming up to them.

“Move.” Janna said.

“Janna?” Juice started but was cut off by Ima.

“I don’t think so.”

“Now” Janna all but growled.

“Listen swee…” Ima never got to finish because Janna reared back and decked her. Laying her out right there.

“That’s my girl.” Happy grumbled, smirking with is tooth pick.

“Jesus Janna what the hell…” Juice started.

“I love you too!!” She blurted out before he could say anymore. Juice looked over at the panting mess of a woman and grabbed her face planting his lips to hers. Janna parted her lips and sipped her toung into his mouth moaning at the feel. Sliding his hands down to her ass he squeezed lifting her up to wrap her legs around his waist. And storming out of the club house followed by cheers from all the guys, and a smirk from Gemma.

“You sure?” He asked her once they were outside and away from prying eyes and ears.

“Very sure.” She nodded tears rolling down her face and slipping around her smile. “Can we umm.. just skip the party tonight. I’m not exactly dressed and…”

“HEY WHERE YOU TO OFF TO… GET YOUR ASSES BACK HERE!!” Tig yelled from the club house door.

“One more hour?” He asked.

“I’m not exactly dressed for a party.” She smiled.

“Oh baby! It’s not about what you wear to the party. It’s about what you aren’t wearing after the party.” He winked. “Come on. I owe you a few drinks remember?”

“Yeah. You’re right. You’ve used up all your ‘I nearly killed you’ passes by now.” She giggled.

———————— One year later… ————————

“Oh Miguel!!” Janna purred walking out to the back yard, where Juice was skimming leaves out of the pool. “Could you please put some oil on my…AHH JAX WHAT THE FUCK!?!?”

“You’re topples under that towel aren’t you?” He smirked. Janna just stood there wide eyed as Juice walked up to the grill Jax had been firing up.

“Might wanna get dressed babe.” He suggested. Just then the back gate opened and in came Gemma and Tig followed by Opie, Donna their two kids, and Tara with Abel.

“The others are gonna be here too. Go.” Juice ushered her back to the house.

Watching a startled Janna take off to go put on the rest of her swimsuit Jax chuckled. “Miguel?”

“Shut it.” Juice growled turning red.

A while later everyone was sitting around the large fire pit Opie had helped Juice build into the back deck. With the kids all asleep in the living room where Tig had built them the most ridiculous pillow fort. The grownups took time to just be a normal family.

“I need everyone’s attention!” Juice stood breaking the various conversations. “Just over a year ago I was nearly killed out on 18. When this chick nearly crashed into me. I didn’t realise it then but at the time it seemed like a near miss. She didn’t though. She hit me.” He turned looking to Janna. “She crashed right into me. Right into my life and it’s been one beautiful wreck right after the other. She ran over my bike a second time 3 weeks after we made this official.” They all chuckled. “And I loved her then. She burned my birthday cake and the house smelled for a month.” Everyone laughed a bit harder at the memory of Juice complaining how everything Janna cooked tasted burned for that month. “And I loved her more. She hit me with a baseball bat, when I came home early in the middle of the night from a run.“ Eyes began watering as everyone doubled over in hysterics at the memory of Juice’s busted cheek. “And I loved her still more. She brought home a puppy that makes messes all the time but it makes her smile and makes me love her more.”

Janna was crying slowly but her breath was pulled from her chest when Juice slowly lowered himself on one knee. “No matter what we do or what we go through. No matter what this life has thrown at us you have loved me through it and for that I keep finding myself loving you more than I did the day before.” Pulling out a black box Juice revealed a beautiful cushion cut diamond ring. “Janna will you…”

“YES!!” She screamed throwing herself around him, but abruptly pulled back. “I mean…. are you…. ya know… are you sure?”

Juice threw his head back laughing. “Very sure.”

Janna allowed the breath she’d been holding to escape into a happy sob.“Then yes. Yes. Yes. Yes Oh my God yes!” She repeated between kisses. As he slipped the ring onto her finger. Their family all smiles and clapping for them.

“By the way. This might be a good time to tell you… umm…well I kinda made another oops” Juice tried to hide the wince thinking she backed into his bike yet again. Granted he had gotten another one for that exact reason, and she always fixed it when she did. He was still worried for his bike.

“Well actually WE kinda oopsed” Juice’s brows drew together what could they have….. suddenly realisation crossed his features but she confirmed anyway “I’m pregnant.” She whispered.

“Your… I’m gonna…. we’re gonna…” Janna just kept nodding. “You’re sure?”

It was Janna’s turn to throw her own head back in laughter. “I took 6 tests … yeah… I’m very very sure.”

“I’M GONNA BE A DAD!!” He yelled to everyone.  Causing another roar and round of congratulations.

This is what it was to have someone he thought watching Janna talk baby talk with Gemma Tara and Donna.

It was pretty damn perfect.
The First Morning - Julian Brandt Imagine

Requested by @julianbrandttt. Sorry if it took a long time for me to finish and post this. I hope you like it.

Caution: S M U T ! (read at your own risk)


Y/N wakes up with a good feeling of a good day ahead of her. She looks at her side and sees Julian still calmly sleeping. Mouth a bit open and his cheeks are red probably because a speck of sunlight hits him but it shows he’s not bothered.

Yesterday, Julian moved in this house, his own and new house, just a few days after the pre-season training. It’s just a simple one; two-storey structure with a garage. The upper floors are two bedrooms with a connected bathroom that has a small Jacuzzi tub while the lower floors are the living room, dining room-kitchen complex and each area could fit a large group of 20 people and a bathroom as well. The backyard is enough for Julian to practice his football and has a small 7 feet pool (because the boy loves to swim and dive).

Y/N and Julian’s closest friends; Bernd, Jonathan and Kai were with them as they help move the things in the house and buy some add-ons in it and by nighttime, they had a little housewarming party and also celebrated for Julian being the new number 10 of Bayer Leverkusen. Julian’s three teammates left after the celebration and so as Y/N only to be stopped by Julian to stay with him for tonight.

“Use protection guys. We are looking forward for a little Julian or a little Y/N but not now please.” Bernd said as he and his companions leave the house and Jonathan laughed as Kai covered his ears in discomfort while the couple blushed so hard with what they heard.

Y/N had enough looking at her boyfriend so he started teasing him through poking his divided chin and nose alternately until the boy scrunches and opens his eyes looking at his girlfriend unamused.

“How nice of you to interrupt a man sleeping.” Julian says and he rubs his eyes.

Y/N smiles at him, “I can’t stand it.  You’re too cute when you’re asleep.”

“So now that I’m awake?”

“Nah. You lost it.”

“Ohhhhh. I’m just handsome when I’m asleep?”

“Correction.” Y/N pokes his nose again. “Cute when you’re asleep.”

“Now, that’s insulting. I will have my revenge!” Julian says in an increasing tone then he tickles Y/N body.

“STOP! STOP IT JUL!” Y/N pleads and her boyfriend complied. Y/N was catching her breath then Julian grabs him by her waist and whispered something in her ear.

“I’m not finished yet.” He said and his hands travelled down Y/N butt and grabs them making her mewl. He then latched his lips onto hers and took her in a deep kiss. Y/N gives in and they had a make out session in his bed. His hands goes up again then cups her breast and Y/N moans then lets go.

“Jul, I think this is too early for you to christen your new bed.” Y/N says.

“So what, we will come to that point but we can start now. And, I also have to test the durability of this bed.” Julian teases and wiggling his eyes.

Y/N slaps his arm softly. “JULIAN!”

“What? I’m just telling the truth.” Julian said unbothered.

This are some of the moments that really makes Y/N bothered. When they started dating, she first thought Julian was this angel sent from heaven above. So innocent and charming but then after moving to the next base, she realized that he is a devil in disguise.

“So, are we going to do it or not?” Julian asked her.

She wants to say no, but she was not able to reply when she felt his hands on her heat.

“Jule.” She moans.

“Well I guess it’s a yes.” He smirks and kisses her again.

In a few moments it goes deeper, with tongue involved in the process. Julian then trails to her neck and collarbone as she tries to get rid of his shirt. He noticed and he takes it off, as well as his boxers, leaving him with nothing. He then gets rid of her clothes as well and they were even.

He kisses her again, now this time, softly and full of care.

“I love you, Y/N.” he says and it was never a joke since the beginning and she knows it. She smiles and kisses him back, grabbing his nape and turns him that he ends up above her.

Julian roams his hands to her body and stops to her breasts, kneading them. While her hands slides on his toned chest and abs, stopping then feather touching Julian’s cock hearing him moan in pleasure.

He then trails his head going down to her stomach, stopping then to her heat sucking her up. She writhes and moans in pleasure until she comes. She regaining herself from her high then she pull Julian’s soft blonde locks pulling him up.

“I want to try something, Jule.” she bravely said and Julian was surprised.

“Go on.” he urges.

Y/N rose from the bed and guided Julian to lie on the header side of the bed. What surprised the man was when Y/N crawled her way down his body stopping at his cock and sucking him immediately.

Julian gasps to the suddenness and pleasure his girlfriend only to notice a few moments later that his head was between her legs.

“I think it’s unfair for you that you’re the only one doing something good down there.” he said.

Y/N was curious of what he said then suddenly she just moaned so loud because Julian was playing with her clit and sucking her at the same time.

It was the first time that they did such foreplay and it was intense for the both of them yet pleasurable. A few minutes later, Y/N let’s go of sucking Julian gripping his member tightly in her hands as she comes, spraying her juices in Julian’s face.

“Babe, loosen it. Loosen it. I’m gonna cum.” Julian groans and she obeys, letting go of the flushed, hard and big member. Julian was breathing deeply to stop himself from letting it go.

Y/N fixes herself returning to Julian, kissing him.

“Can you go on?” She asked.

“Yeah.” He said and Y/N reaches for the drawer and opened it, getting a packet. She opens the foil and pulls the condom off slowly. Before she puts it on him, he pleads.

“Babe, put it in briskly. Not too slow or too fast. I might explode.”

Y/N chuckles, “I overdid it, didn’t I?”

“Almost.”

She rolls the condom on his member that way he wanted it. His wraps his fist and takes a deep breath as the rubber slides through his cock. He then positions himself on top of Y/N, opening her legs and lining his cock into her entrance.

He groans feeling her walls around him while she moans feeling herself stretched to accommodate his member. When he was all inside, he stops for a while to her Y/N a chance to adjust. She nods her head and he begins to move in a pace that is both pleasing to them. Her legs wrap around him. Her fingers dip in his toned, big arms and back.

Sweat builds up in their bodies. Y/N looks at Julian; his forehead drenched with sweat, eyebrows a bit furrowed, cheeks flushed and those puckered lips a bit opened as he continues to thrust into her. She closes her eyes and arched her back as her climax starts to build up and then she lets go. Julian was groaning as she does because of her walls constricting around him.

“Awh! Y/N!” he groans and whines.

When she went down her high, Julian pulls out of her slowly and turns her around and taking her doggystyle.

“Oh my God! Julian!” she screams in pleasure.

“You like that, baby?” he asks as he thrusts himself into her, with skin slapping against another.

“Yes!”

He grips her hips hard as he pushes and pulls into her. She screams in pleasure. It does not matter anymore if their neighbors will hear them.

“JULE! I’M GONNA COME AGAIN!” she yells almost crying.

“I’m almost there, babe. Hold on.”

He turns her around again and hovers above her. Y/N feels he’s close; his thrust loses its rhythm and she can feel him twitching a bit.

She grabs Julian’s nape and kisses him as she comes. The tightness of her walls was too much for Julian and he loses it. He was hovering above her, elbows on the bed and arms stiff and he was shaking as he releases his load. He knows he’s coming too much because every spurt is forceful and his cock is twitching inside of her that it almost hurts yet very pleasurable.

It took a few minutes for them to get down from their high. After, Julian pulls out of her slowly and Y/N moans to the friction and emptiness.

“Oh, shit!” Julian exclaims.

“What?” Y/N asked looking at her man whose face was paler than usual.

“The-the condom broke. Oh my. No. No.” Julian puts his hands on his face, starting to get nervous of what just happened.

Y/N lifts herself up and took a look and saw that Julian was not joking. The condom was still on his half hard cock, tip ripped open up to a quarter of his shaft.

“I’m so sorry.” Julian apologizes. Not showing his face to his girlfriend.

She hugs him tight and rubs her hand on his soft blonde hair.

“Whatever happens I promise I’ll be by your side. I love you so much. You know that, right?” Julian rambles in her ear.

“Yes, I know Jule. It’s okay. It’s—” She assures.

“No, it’s not. It’s unfair for you. Both of us know you are not ready. We are not ready. But things like this happen sometimes so I must prepare myself.” Julian is now losing it.

“Julian.” She grabs his shoulders and shakes him a bit. “Stop. It’s okay. We both know it’s not the right time yet. So that’s why I’m on birth control.”

Julian’s eyes were wide looking at his girlfriend. “You are?” and she nods. “Thank God. I thought I’m done.” And he hugs her again.

“You silly pale boy.” Y/N said.

“But promise me that you will tell me if you are ready. Because I’ll be ready too.” Julian asked.

“Okay.” She replied.

“Oh, wait.” Julian said and gets up from bed, not bothering of wearing anything and went to one of his bags that are scattered on the floor, rummaging on something. He returns to the bed and shows his closed, fisted hand.

“This one is on my plans.” He said and opens his palm, revealing a key and Y/N widens her eyes in surprise. “I want you to move in with me.” He said.

She was almost in tears when he asked. She never expected him to ask her to move in but now it’s happening, and it’s more special since its Julian’s new house, his own house, rather, their house.

“Yes.” She said almost crying and Julian gave him the key and kisses her.

“We should move in your things. Probably tomorrow.” Julian excitedly says.

“That soon?” she was shock.

“Of course! Now that we’ve proven that this bed is durable enough, why would we delay moving in here?” Julian said with a smirk.

Y/N slaps his toned arms, gasping, “Julian!” and he just laughs.

“I think we should go clean up now and change these sheets. We’ve made a mess with it.” Y/N said.

“At least we’ve blessed it with our bare presence.” And he earned another soft slap in the arms.

After cleaning up, they stayed at bed the first hours of the morning, talking, tickling, and doing another round of making love before they decided to finish unpacking and arranging their house.

Unstoppable (Chapter 1)

Skins (Generation Two) Story

Characters: [FEMALE] Reader x James Cook + Freddie Mclair, JJ Jones, Mini McGuinness, Effy Stonem & Pandora Mooon

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, drugs and violence

Word Count: 2,254

Request: “Do you think you could (possibly) do a 13 or 15 part James Cook x reader series? The reader and Cook are a reckless couple. Both are known as rebellious. Everyone knows them and they’ll know it’s them at a party. The reader is best friends with Cassie and Mini (but she hangs with others too). Cook’s got JJ and Freddie. This is their story.” - http-harleys

Summary: There’s a huge party tonight that y/n, Cook, Freddie, JJ, Mini, Effy and Pandora wouldn’t miss for the world. They’re getting ready, but there’s seems to be tension between y/n’s best friend, Mini, and y/n’s boyfriend, Cook. Not to mention, Cook is already getting himself into trouble by picking unnecessary fights with strangers. 

A/N: gif credit [x]. Here it is, the first chapter!!! Hope you enjoy, and be sure to comment/message suggestions for the next chapter! (read this post [x] for more information about this series) 

Tags: @proudchocolateaddict @liez117 @fandomhoghere @nastywomanentj @blaxiken @btswings4ever @chloelesterhowell

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Naughty Classy Party - Luhan

Group: EXO
Member: Luhan
Type: Smut
Warning: sexual content!


There it was, wrapped up in a red, satin bow. It was not too big, yet not really small either. You touched it and bit your lip. It was all so…unexpected.

You already shook the box several times to guess what was inside it but it didn’t really make any sound. You glimpsed at your bed, where you found it, and noticed you overlooked a little paper. It must’ve come with the box. You grabbed it and unfolded the little letter.

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[ restless ]

genre: fluffy and a lil bit of smut?

words: 3k

plot: when two party obsessed boys move into a usually quiet neighborhood, trouble is bound to happen


It was suppose to be quiet where you lived, the only noises being birds chirping from the tree branches and the wind slapping unlocked gates back and forth.

It use to be easy to fall asleep.

All it took was the simple switch of a light, your body covered by a thick puffy blanket while watery moonlight spun through the window. Often times you would plug in your music and let the swift beat of whatever song was playing lull you to sleep, your eyelids growing heavier with each verse.

It was the beginning of summer when you noticed the signature moving van pull up to the curb of the house beside yours. You were sitting on the top step of your porch, curious eyes peaking over the faded white paint. Nobody had moved into the pretty light blue house after the previous owners left, they were quiet, just like the rest of the neighbourhood.

It only took a few seconds after the arrival of the van for a dark blue pick-up truck to speed around the corner, music blaring and engine spitting a horrid gurgling noise. The owner of the truck pulled up a little way down from the van, the vehicle almost crossing over your curb.

Your grape soda almost got snagged in your throat when the machine ceased and two eye candies stepped out. They had the typical bad boy look, dark jeans with rips over the thighs, loose black t-shirts hanging from their broad shoulders. The duo screamed trouble though you kept clinging to the thought they would be mellow, quiet neighbours like everyone else.

Your eyes didn’t know who to focus on as they chuckled between themselves and you were sure it wasn’t just the summer heat that was making your body feel as though it were on fire.

The amount of time that had passed wasn’t in your brain anymore as you watched the pair from inside, chin resting on the palm of your hand. You followed their continuous movements from the van to the house, back and forth, over and over. This would have to be the time your parents decided to start vacationing. What if they came over and introduced themselves, they were the ones to handle the responsibility of opening the door.

Eventually the moving van pulled away and the sun started to set, a warm peachy glow casting over every house.

Days ticked by and the two boys remained quiet, they even fixed the awful gurgling noise to their pick-up. You were relived at best. It was the evening you watched the boy with coffee brown hair set his garbage can in place for the next day that you realized, you can’t judge a book by its cover.


It was 7am when you heard a solid knock on your door. Your eyes were boring straight into the clock set up on the dresser as a sinking feeling pooled into your stomach, what could anyone possibly want this early? After tearing yourself away from the heavenly warmth of your bed, you stumbled into the washroom to quickly splash some fresh water on your face.

On your way to the door you continued to pat the towel against your neck and cheeks, expecting it to be the elderly lady from down the street who wouldn’t stop delivering you her strawberries. As you opened the door and felt the first few rays of warmth spread over your face, you came eye to eye with one of the boys from the blue house, his beauty right up close for you to see.

You forced back the choke rising in your throat as the boy held out a single empty measuring cup, a tiny grin on his plush looking lips.

“I’m sorry to bother you at this ungodly hour, but do you happen to have a cup of sugar? I need it for the brownies I’m making.” His voice was incredibly smooth and soothing, like a drizzle of honey down a sore throat.

“B-brownies?” You stuttered, realizing you were in the presence of someone who looked like a prince while you took on the appearance of a beggar. His hand lifted up to press back his slick yet soft blonde hair, the dark colours he was wearing a nice contrast against his creamy skin.

“Yes, brownies. Do you have no sugar?”

“No, I do,” you suddenly jumbled out, eyes glued to the floor, “I’ll be a second.”

After taking his empty measuring cup you tried to keep a normal pace down the hall that led to the kitchen. The minute you were out of sight, a large breath was escaping your chest and you used the fluffy towel in your hand to wipe away the invisible sweat on your forehead.

You tossed the towel onto the kitchen table and took a scoop of sugar from one of your cupboards, a steady breath traveling into your lungs before you returned to your neighbour. His hands were placed behind his back while he stared rather innocently at the houses that dotted behind him.

“Here’s your sugar.” You smiled, skin tingling when his fingers brushed with yours as he took back the scoop.

“Sorry if I woke you up, by the way my name is Jun and if you saw another gawky tall looking dude, that’s my friend Mingyu.”

“Ah,” you replied while bobbing your head, “I noticed you two moving in a few days ago. Oh yeah and my name is, Y/N. You didn’t wake me up either, I couldn’t sleep.”

Jun chuckled lightly, his dark glossy eyes almost shimmering like fairy dust. As he began taking a few steps down your porch, he turned back to wave goodbye, flashing his pearly rows of teeth.

“Thanks again, Y/N. It was nice to finally meet you.”

You ushered a final, you too, as Jun padded away, heart in your chest still beating recklessly. At the start they seemed like the complete opposite of what you were expecting, just another pair of quiet cliche neighbours who asked for cups of sugar and woke up early to go buy bagels at the cafe.

But all good things must come to an end.


A frustrated cry was muffled by a pillow being slapped over your face, eyes scrunched shut and teeth gnawing into your lower lip. It was too late for you to have to deal with these two, again. Music was flowing like wildfire from the house beside yours, bass making the curtains jitter and the tiny antiques in your dresser rattle slightly.

Are you serious? You screamed inside your head as a piercing shout was heard from outside your window. Never being this irritated before, you scrambled out of bed and shoved open the glass, your eyes catching sight of an intoxicated group of strangers squirting each other with water guns.

It was the second party this week that had kept you up, not counting the ones that had taken place before it. You supposed lecturing a hung over Mingyu the next morning wasn’t a great way to get the idea of possibly not having one at all through his thick skull.

Also something else that really ticked you off, Jun borrowing sugar to not make just an ordinary batch of brownies but goddamn weed brownies. What a guy.

How could these two trouble makers move to a usually quiet, peaceful place and turn it into a hotspot for parties that had strings of toilet paper and random couch cushions everywhere. You had never bothered stopping them in the middle of the party but tonight, that thought was awfully tempting.

After tugging on a jacket and a pair of worn out sneakers, you stomped outside with steam practically shooting out your ears. People were yelling at you the minute you stepped onto Jun and Mingyu’s rather unkept lawn, their water guns at point as they slurred their words together.

You prayed everyone here had a designated driver or were staying if they were too drunk to drive. Someone had already passed out on the bench next to the house entrance, at least three beer cans crushed at their feet. The music was forcing your senses completely awake, the awful bass shaking your core as you whipped the door open.

The immediate stench of marijuana wafted up your nose and stung your throat, a cough already rattling your chest as you tried your best to spot one of the two idiots through the clumps of people. Like any other party that kept the whole neighbourhood awake, people were locked together in every corner, red solo cups strewn all over the floor while strobe lights cast rainbows of colour over every surface.

It didn’t take you long to find Mingyu on the sofa, a girl grinding heavily into his lap while his lips remained attached to her neck. By the other purple marks dotting her skin, it looked like it had been going on for awhile and had no means of stopping.

Suddenly fingers were curling around your shoulder and as you flung around out of surprise, you came face to face with Jun, a smug look painted on his sharp features.

“Y/N,” Jun pouted, “you decided to show up.” His fingers fell from your shoulder as he smirked, a red cup against his lips as he took a sip of whatever was left inside.

Though he was quite close to you, it was difficult to hear his delicate voice over the continuous melody shaking the house. He wouldn’t tear his eyes away from you, your skin flushing hot in the centre of chaos. Tucking some hair away from your face, you spoke rather loudly back to him, your sizzling anger unforgotten.

“I only showed up to tell you to shut up!” You tried to out speak the music, Jun watching in amusement as he took another sip of his drink. “For the love of God, please shut this party down or at least make everything much quieter! I haven’t gotten a wink of sleep in what feels like forever because of you two!”

Jun’s head titled back as he chugged the rest of his drink, adams apple bobbing up and down until it seemed like he swallowed every last drop. Then he tossed the red solo cup into a trash bin in the corner, his eyes never leaving yours.

“It’s summer, Y/N! It’s the time to throw parties and I’m sorry but you’re going to have to deal with it.” His devilish little grin that followed had your hairs standing on end. Prince Jun might not need any sleep but you certainly did.

“Listen here you little-,”

A pair of girls stumbling around in oversized heels clipped into you, your body suddenly colliding with Jun’s, his back shoved to the wall while you felt yourself grimace. Before you could turn to give them a piece of your mind, you realized your hands were splayed over Jun’s chest, your fingertips brushing against the muscle underneath.

“Why so eager, baby?” Jun teased, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Though he had been surrounded by nothing but alcohol and marijuana, he managed to smell like fresh mint, your mouth almost watering.

Before you could be tricked into anything, you remembered why you came over in the first place.

“Listen Jun,” you began while stepping away from him, trying to deny how satisfying it felt to have his muscles under your fingertips, “please just-,”

“Hey, Jun!”

You were yet again cut off, but this time by Mingyu. The same girl that was fixed on his lap was leaning into his side, arms caged around him while her eyes slipped between you and Jun. Mingyu punched his friends arm, a sneaky smile tugging on his lips.

“Guess I’m not the only one getting some action tonight.” He teased though neither you or Jun looked impressed.

“Fucking forget it.” You cursed while weaselling away from the trio. The only thing on your mind was to get out of that chaotic house. You trudged off the front porch, not caring that some intoxicated girl just sprayed you with her water gun.

After slamming the door shut, you angrily kicked off your shoes and tore off your jacket. You rushed back to your room and flopped on the bed, eyes sealed shut and earphones plugged in until your will to sleep took over and you felt the bass from next door fade away.


It was 12:02pm when you groggily awoke the next morning, your past bitterness from the night still lingering. You glanced out the window to surprisingly see the light blue house restored to its proper condition.

No steamers of toilet paper strewn across the grass or over the porch, no couch cushions or plastic cups left anywhere. It was more clean than usual and that had your radar beginning to spike.

You made yourself a cup of coffee and walked onto the porch, a breeze stifling through the air that carried the smell of sweet grass and tree bark. The neighbourhood was back to its usual state, the party next door seeming like it never happened.

You continued with your normal routine that carried on throughout the day, enjoying the chirping of the birds that perched outside your windows and the breeze that rippled through the house.

The best part, Jun and Mingyu’s house was as quiet as the never ending void of space, you would never know they were there.

In fact it was almost unsettling. At least 3 days had passed and no party, no cars parked up and down the street, no loud bass thumping from every corner, no cups or toilet paper in heaps across the lawn. You were almost worried something terrible had happened, they were never this quiet.

But that night, at around 11pm your worst nightmare ensued. After stepping out of the shower and dressing into your pyjamas, you were ready to get a glass of water and go to sleep. That is until music started to blare, shouts started to echo and in about 15 minutes the street was crammed with cars.

You ran to the window and peered outside, Jun and Mingyu’s house like a beacon in the middle of a starless sky. It was too good to be true, your bad boy neighbours couldn’t stay quiet forever.

Why had no one else complained, why had no one else done anything?

Simply because no one was use to dealing with things like this, and while you could have called the cops and spoiled everything, the two would still find a loop hole. People like them always did.

As you prepared to collapse on your bed and stare at the ceiling with your earbuds in until the noise went away, a loud knock was sounding at the door. You questioned leaving whoever it was to knock away, but instead you found yourself undoing the lock and swinging the door open, eyes hollow and shoulders slouching.

“Hell-,”

You didn’t bother finishing your greeting when you were faced with Jun, a gummy smile on his lips while he stood outside your door. He was dressed in a hoodie and sweats, his silky blonde hair that was always slickly styled now covering his forehead.

“Just a quick notice,” he commenced, his hands clapping together, “Mingyu and I are throwing another party in about an hour or so, don’t be surprised if it starts getting loud and shit. Also do you have any sugar?”

You stood still and glared at him, his little smile still painting his lips. With a voice as dull as cement, you scorched daggers into his skin while muttering,

“The party already started asshole.”

Jun ran his fingers across his fluffy fringe, clearly oblivious to your, I’m about to shut the door in your face, attitude. As much as you wanted to do that right now, you were selfish and couldn’t deny the fact he was just as alluring as he was obnoxious.

“I’m just joking, Y/N, relax.” Then he was reaching to the banister of the porch, pulling out a measuring cup full of sugar that you hadn’t seen before. The blaring music and shouts only intensified from next door as Jun put his hand out, the sugar right in front of you.

“You were so nice lending some to me when I first came here, I’m repaying you.” Hesitantly, you took the cup of sugar and placed it on the table next to you, your eyes never leaving the tall and cocky boy on your porch.

“Aren’t you such a prince,” you mocked, “you’d be even more of one if you could get that mess next door to quiet down.”

Jun chuckled softly, the sound striking you right where it shouldn’t. You wanted to slam the door shut, you wanted to scream at him until he was forced to quiet down the party but you couldn’t.

You couldn’t because getting to stare at his blissfully handsome face and listen to his honey smooth voice try to crack jokes was distracting you from the noise, he was making you feel not so lonely in a neighbourhood where everyone kept to themselves, the only interactions being out of pity and shame.

You didn’t realize how empty your face must have turned, you were practically thinking your deepest thoughts right in front of someone who couldn’t keep any of this thoughts to himself.

“Earth to Y/N, you look kinda spaced out.”

Then you felt a sudden jolt in your bones, a deep fire ignited that had you cupping your hand around the back of Jun’s neck, fingers brushing against the soft strands of platinum as you connected your lips with his.

He was only shocked for a second, his hands immediately gripping your hips like steel while you desperately craved more of his plush lips, nipping and sucking until Jun shoved you inside, foot kicking the door shut so he could swiftly slam you against it.

“You aren’t going back to your precious party?” You sneered as Jun’s fingertips lightly brushed against the smooth skin under your shirt, lust pooling in his eyes.

“Not unless you want me to.” He cooed sweetly into your ear. Though you knew he was acting soft as a joke, your body still flared when he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, his fingers gliding over the hem of your shorts.

“Fuck no.” You whined in response, the last thing you wanted was for him to leave.

You felt him smirk against your lips as a gasp forced its way past your throat, his hands wandering down to squeeze the flesh of your bottom while you instinctively jumped upwards, legs latching around his waist so he could attack your neck with wet kisses.

“Jun, please.” You breathed when he sucked at the juncture between your shoulder and neck, tingles shooting through you like electricity. He pushed his hips against you rather aggressively, a low growl rising from his throat.

“What made you suddenly want me, huh?” His hot breath fanned against your skin while he continued to slowly grind his hips against yours, fingers tapping along the heated flesh of your thighs.

“Please, fuck, I don’t know. Just do what you want with me.” You gasped as he delivered a particularly hard thrust against your core, tears almost pricking your eyes with how much you wanted him. Jun suddenly stopped, a whine cracking from your chest as he dropped you back on your feet.

Bringing a hand up to cup the side of your cheek, he looked directly into your eyes, lust brewing like a potion in their depths.

“Y\N, are you sure you want this?” Jun asked softly, his thumb stroking your cheek for a moment while you gnawed on your lower lip. Secretly you screamed at his affectionate side, but you couldn’t stand not having him against you.

You couldn’t stand the wait, your fingers threading through his silky hair while your lips pressed to his ear, “Yes I’m sure, I don’t want to wait anymore though.”

Jun smiled, his voice thick with lust as he ran his hand down your stomach,

“I’ll do you real good, baby. Don’t you worry.”


Sleep - pt 18

Originally posted by jminies

One thing you had come to fear less was the chance of getting caught. The cops never entered the tavern. Maggs knew how to handle customers that got too rowdy after a night of drinking.

The last time you saw a cop was in Sacramento as you guys were leaving and cars on the freeway were getting pulled over.

Jimin wanted to leave soon though. You’ve been on the run for two months now and everything was going better than planned. As much as you wanted to stay, he said it was too dangerous to stay in one place for too long.

“What’s wrong babe?” He walked through the trailer door and you flushed in embarrassment as he saw you sitting down on the floor crying.

As much as you wanted to hug him and feel his arms around you, you stayed on the floor and didn’t meet his gaze.

You shook your head and told him it’s nothing. “Just thinking about leaving. It makes me sad.” You lied.

It wasn’t right. The way you flushed underneath his gaze. Somehow you felt like he was testing you. He always seems to be hinting at more.

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Treat (Lance Tucker x Reader)

Originally posted by jlstreck

Prompt: I LOVE sub!Lance ! Is there any way that you could do something with him pleasing the reader for her birthday? I understand if you don’t want to!

A/N: You all know how much I love Sub!Lance. So he’s back. You’re gonna need to go to confession or something after this. Douse yourself in holy water, prepare your underwear, and keep hydrated. Thank you to the anon who requested.

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“As if there was no tomorrow.”

(Not my gif)

Love today because tomorrow may never come.

Request made by prince-of-edolas: A Diego x Reader based on the movie “Sky”. They meet at a casino but the reader loses her job so she heads to a costume party, wearing a cat outfit so she gets bored and leaves. So she heads to a casino and ahe encounters Diego and they meet, having a couple of drinks together. After that, they slowly start to fall for each other. So one night at a bar, Diego kisses her and a smut scene happens and Diego tells the reader that he loves her… Kind of like what happened in the movie.

First, I would like to say that this is the first and last time I write about “Diego” because it broke my heart to see the movie again. I can not! I’m weak! So from now on only Daryl or Norman imagines, because I realized it was so hard to write about Diego too, so… Case closed!
But i really hope you like this because although I think it’s not so good, I put it a lot of effort. 

I guess almost everyone has seen the movie, but if not, don’t read it if you don’t want to get a spoiler.


  • Diego x Reader
  • Words: 4,623
  • Warning: Bad smut. Sorry for the possible grammatical errors!

For the first time after 2 years, I could be home on a Friday night. I watched the sky above me from the seat in my window, with my black cat in my lap. I knew that nothing is forever, much less that work from which I was fired. But tomorrow when the sky awakens blue and bright, I will feel different; will be another day and a new opportunity. Finally my best friend opened the door to our room with white walls. Her naturally wavy hair was secured in a hair tail.

“If you’re here on a Friday night it’s because something happened at work.” She walked to where I am and sat down.

“I hit a man’s crotch in the bar.”

I said it naturally and Sam laughed although that cost me the job.

“I’m sure he deserved it.”

The salary was good; an income for our future plans, but life was unpredictable.

“Considering that he tried to touch me, I would say yes. How was the shift in the hospital?”

“Many patients who need physical therapy.” She sighed tiredly, but that’s what she loved to do. “There’s a costume party tonight.”

I didn’t like parties. I felt like a fish out of the water. However I have the night off to do something different and I ended up dressed in a black crop top, black high waist shorts, short black boots with heels, a black jacket, a black collar with a small bell, a silver pearl cat ears headband, a black nose and mustaches, and then I was a cat like Thunder and I was ready. To try and discover was the purpose, and if it didn’t work, I could walk away from there.


Ryan had a beautiful house. People were great, they had fun. But everything seemed false and unreal. That’s why I got up off the couch and walked to the bar, and I stopped in front of Sam and her new friend.

“Sammy, my brother needs me to go home.” I’m a liar, but it’s best to avoid her insistence that I stay or her kindness to go with me. “Listen, if you need anything, call me. Okay?”

Her friend snorted as if I were her mother, but I care nothing and look at her.

“Anything, Sammy, I mean it. I’ll leave the car, but I’ll come for you if I have to.”

Only she knows what we’ve been through together.

“I promise. I’ll call you if I need you.”

I nodded and I walked down the crowded aisles while I said goodbye until I got to the exit. I walked up to my car and when I get to it I sat in the driver’s seat and take my leash bag, but I looked in the mirror and notice that I was still a cat. The night wasn’t over yet, and my heart was too anxious to just come home and listen to the silence, so I wiped my face with the wet towels in the glove box and got out of there.


The streets of Las Vegas shone and were noisy. Finally between turning corners and corners, I stopped at a casino. “The lucky one.” It was an ironic name, somewhat cliché, but the smile that provoked me looked a good sign and I entered. I walked to the left side of the place on the red carpet amidst machines that sounded and people having fun, like those two older ladies, a young girl with pink hair, and a man with a cowboy hat. Finally I reached that luxurious high-ceilinged bar and long chairs, and I sat in the corner of the bar. I left my bag on the floor and my cell phone on the table while one the bartender approached.

“Give me something with alcohol… and different colors, please.”

He chuckled and walked away. A minute later, the bartender put the drink on a napkin and smiled before leaving. I removed the umbrella and took a long drink although alcohol burned my throat.

“Hello…” A young man sat by my side, and the corner where I’m sitting allowed me to see him almost face-to-face. “Are you new here? It’s the first time I see someone as beautiful as you in these places.”

His direct attempt to dive into a conversation took me by surprise. His flirting is cheeky, and funny, but I didn’t want to do this.

“You’re very kind, but I’m waiting for someone and-”

“Ah…” he looked sadness. “Your boyfriend?”

I didn’t like to lie, but my cheeks flushed with discomfort.

“Yes.”

“Liar. You thought about it too much. “He laughed. “My name is James…”

He extended his hand. Accepting it would give him the wrong idea, but I was taught to be educated, so I did it.

“(Y/n)” I said and let go of his hand. “Look, I don’t want to be rude-”

“I like your headband.”

However I was surprised he didn’t realize my disinterest.

“Thanks, but I-”

“Come on, baby.” He leaned forward. “I just try to start a conver-”

“Sorry for the delay, babe.” I looked over my left shoulder at hearing a hoarse voice, and I was surprised to see the man in the cowboy hat standing next to me and looking at James. “I’m sorry, bro, she’s already taken.”

I was speechless. James nodded, took his drink and left.

“Thanks for that.” I said, while he watched James really walk away. “If it were not for you I could have stayed with him all night.”

“No problem.” His voice was nice, like his eyes when he looked at me. “Have a good night.”

He walked away.

“Hey.” I called him and he turned, looking at me thoughtfully. “Can I invite you a drink as a thank-you?”

He just looked at me for a moment, and at the end he chuckled before walking toward me to sit on the seat James occupied. I called the bartender and he approached.

“A glass of whisky, please.” The cowboy says and looked at me as the bartender walked away. “May I ask what you do alone in a place like this?”

Appearances are powerful. And maybe I look like a kid, like an easy prey for guys like James.

“My bodyguard has the night off.”

He chuckled. He had a friendly look, while part of his long hair covered part of his eyes.

“You have to know that you look vulnerable with that on your head.”

I chuckled as the bartender left the drink on the table and walked away.

“It’s because people don’t see beyond appearance.”

I knew how I look. Indefensible, weak, easy to deceive.

“I see you.”

The look in his eyes was fascinating and intriguing at the same time as he rubed his finger against his lip, his elbow on the table casually. I narrowed my eyes at him, slightly because it was a challenge.

“Try it.”

He smiled slightly, sideways, like a child despite his age.

“By the costume and the little tattoo on your wrist… you like animals.” He took a sip of his drink, but I was surprised he noticed the tattoo. “If you have a dog and a cat tattooed on your skin I would dare say that you love them… Is that correct?”

He looked at me with fun and confidence.

“Maybe,” I said. “Anything else?”

He rested his elbows on the bar entering the game.

“Inspiration, serenity? For those tattoos on your knee I think you’re somebody quiet. I think you like to read… but you don’t believe in all those stories.”

“The love that books sell is false, I believe, but I can’t help but aspire to have something like that even if it doesn’t exist.”

He looked at me thoughtfully.

“You don’t have a boyfriend.”

I looked thoughtful too. He was right but I wanted to know why.

“Is it because I aspire to something impossible?”

But he shook his head.

“It’s because you’re the kind of girl who deserves more than just a simple love, not one that ends like everyone else.”

I frowned slightly.

“In divorce?”

“In a boring marriage,” He answered confidently.

I nodded slowly. I knew those things.

“The monotony is boring to anyone.” I convinced myself to believe that all marriages ended up the same. Whether couples break up or decide to stick together because of the custom… like my parents. “I guess you’re not married.”

He looked away and finished his drink in one gulp.

“Some people are not made to love.” He said without looking at me and called the bartender. “Give us two tequila drinks, please, and take the lady’s glass.”

The bartender took the glass and left.

“I’ve never seen you here before.” He looked at my headband for a second. “I guess the costume party was boring.”

I shrugged.

“I never liked parties but I didn’t want to go home yet.”

“Do you live near here?”

His question took me back to the past while the bartender left the drinks and the salt plate on the table.

“I moved to Summer Springs a few years ago. You?”

He shook his head and tried a bit of lemon before taking the drink.

“In the California desert, but I come here to get some fun.” He looked at me and I knew what he was referring to. Everything here is fun for adults. “Why did you decide to move here?”

“It’s a long story,” I said. My chest felt heavy. “My brother gave me the opportunity for a change. It was difficult but it was worth it.”

“The monotony is boring.”

“And sometimes dangerous.” I took the glass and drink it in one gulp.

“I guess you have a story like everyone else.” But he said it to himself and made a sign to the bartender to bring more drinks. “Were you looking for adventure?”

I shook my head.

“I walked in the same direction as everyone without knowing where I was going. Then my brother told me to move in with him if I wanted to stop just surviving. It wasn’t rebellion or a tantrum as my parents called it… I just … I didn’t find myself in that place.”

He looked at me intently.

“And you did it? Do you feel that you are living?”

“Yes,” I said confidently. “I threw myself into the unknown and started a life here from scratch.”

“And what happened tonight that made you come here?”

I chuckled.

“I got fired.”

He frowned in confusion.

“Was that so terrible?”

“It wasn’t terrible: it’s a stone in the road.” I sighed. “I’m making plans, to have something of my own… growing as a person. It becomes complicated but I will find a way to solve it. I was a bartender, and today I am a cat. “I chuckled and removed the headband from my head. “Who knows what I will be later.”

He chuckled and took off his hat, some strands of his hair rose and fell, and he put it on my head.

“You’re a cowgirl now.”

It made me laugh, but joy didn’t last when my phone rang.

“I’m sorry.” I said taking the phone but he made a gesture with his hand to tell me it’s okay, but he looked at me intently. I could feel his gaze on me. Sam’s message arrived at 3 o'clock in the morning. I got annoyed with myself for thinking that that boy would try something with her, and in the end it happened. I texted to her that I was on my way. “I have to go.”

He looked at me, nodded and called the bartender.

“The bill, please.” The young man walked away and he looked at me. “Something’s wrong?”

I didn’t how much it happened.

“I hope not. Otherwise I’ll have to punch someone.” I leaned over to grab my bag and I heard him chuckled, but when I got up he was pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. “I said I invited.”

“I didn’t hear that.” He said earnestly handing over the money to the bartender, and then he gots up and looked at me. “Come on.”

I put my phone and the headband in my bag and I got up. I thanked the bartender and walked to the exit. My stomach burned but I felt good. We left the casino and the street was still noisy. I breathed in the cold air and approached the sidewalk to wait for a taxi.

“There’s nothing more beautiful than the city at this hour with the cold air.” I said, and he chuckled at my side.

“Did you ever walk down the street at this hour?”

“Sometimes, but in my neighborhood when I can’t sleep. Everything is better then.” I stopped looking at his thoughtful expression and raised my hand to stop the taxi. It stopped and he opened the door, and I took off the hat and put it on my head. “Bye, stranger.”

But he chuckled.

“Diego.”

It’s a pretty name.

“(Y/n)” I said and I entered the taxi.

He closed the door. The taxi drove away. I didn’t know why I spoke to a stranger tonight. We never know if the decisions we make are good or bad until we are in that precise moment when everything is defined, and then the result appears, but at this moment, I knew that I made the right decision.


The sunset painted the sky. Here ended another afternoon of taking photos for my portfolio, near the Las Vegas highway. Natural photos were the best and the most beautiful. But I was surprised to hear a horn and I looked around the road, and then I saw him. It’s been more than a week since we met. His pickup truck was parked a few paces behind me, and I got closer until I was level with the passenger window.

“What are you doing here?” His deep voice startled me a little.

“I was taking pictures.” I tapped the camera strap that hung on my shoulder. “And what are you doing here?”

But he looked at the road, and a second later he looked at me again.

“Are you going home?”

I watched the road. The day was ending.

“Yes.”

“Come on in,” He says and drew my attention. “I will take you home.”

Diego was kind, I accepted his invitation and I opened the door of his truck. I put my backpack and camera and closed the door. The car moved.

“You work as a photographer?”

“Yes.” I leaned slightly toward the window and breathed in the fresh air. “For a tourist magazine.”

“Sounds fun.” Diego looked at me for a second before looking forward again. Although he didn’t smile, I believed he meant it.

“What do you do?”

“Park ranger, at your service.” He moved his hat as a greeting and I smiled.

“Wow. That’s great.”

But he just shrugged and rubed his eye with one fist.

“And you punched someone that night?”

I wanted to laugh at your question but I didn’t.

“Nobody hurt my friend so I didn’t.”

“Would you be angry if someone hurt your friend?”

His question surprised me.

“We have been friends since we were 5 years old. I will protect her whenever I can.” I said with seriousness and thought about it, but rubed his eye again. “You’re okay?”

He looked at me sideways.

“Yes.”

I could feel that the atmosphere suddenly became heavy and I decide not to ask again. Since I met him he has a strong presence, but now was different. His natural calm form of acting became more than just seriousness. As the minutes went by, I realized there was something else, but I appreciated his kindness until he drove through my neighborhood in the suburbs.

“That’s my home. The letterbox with the dinosaur over.”

For the first time, he chuckled.

“Should I suppose there’s a child at home?”

“You don’t think I put it on, do you?” I chuckled. Diego parked the car and I took my things. “Thank you for bringing me.”

He looked at me, and in the end just nodded. I opened the door, went out and closed it again. I circled the car ahead and reached the curb to walked to the door.

“(y/n)?” That was the first time he said my name and I turned. But he looked at me, and I have the feeling he wanted to discover something about me. “Bye.”

I tried not to look confused.

“Bye. Drive carefully.”

Diego nodded and drove away.


There was a basketball hoop over the door of the house garage where Liam and I played sometimes. But my nephew wasn’t here and even if throwing the ball alone wasn’t fun, it kept my mind busy. And I needed it. I got tired but I felt calm for a moment, at least until a car stopped. His car. Diego went down, still wearing his hat and a black shirt.

“Playing alone?” He speaked casually as he approached. “Something’s wrong?”

I didn’t know if I looked bad or he asked because it was strange to see him.

“What are you doing here?” It’s been more than two weeks since we last saw each other. But he didn’t respond, and asked for the ball with his hands. I threw it at him, and to my surprise, the ball entered the ring. “Wow. Park ranger and basketball player. Awesome.”

But he didn’t laugh.

“I came to apologize.”

I looked at him with concern.

“Why?”

“Because of the way I acted the other day.”

He noticed it, too.

“You don’t have to apologize, Diego,” I said truthfully. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

But the force in his gaze stopped me.

“Yes, I do. I was going through a bad time and I came across you.” His gaze fell for a second before he looked back at me. “I’m sorry, (y/n).”

There was an emptiness inside me.

“It is not necessary. I just hope you’re well…”

He didn’t move, just blinked at me and nodded before walking towards his car.

“I’d like to show you something in the desert but it’s a long trip.” He stopped after opening the door and looked at me. “You can do it? I would have to come for you at midnight.”

His gaze was so deep that it catched me, and I had no fear or an absurd doubt about him doing me something bad. Maybe I’m stupid, but i nodded.

“Then bring your camera.”

He didn’t say anything else and got in the car, and once again, Diego just drove away.


We walked along a rock path over the desert from 4:30 in the morning. I pushed the ground with my boots but that was the most fun I did in a long time. And right now, as I looked at the landscape, I realized it was totally worth it. The sunrise was beautiful. The horizon lights were perfect. The colors were perfect. Right there where the horizon broke between the sky and the earth, I realized that my grandfather is really gone. The only person who held me to earth is gone. It took my breath away. The pain in my chest didn’t subside, and for a moment I was scared that pain will live with me for the rest of my life.

“You okay, (y/n)?” He looked at me with concern.

I looked at him, as deeply as he did with me from the first time.

“My grandfather died last night.” It was easy to say but it seems unreal. I looked at the horizon and wonder if he’s there. “I couldn’t tell him that I got a place in the magazine I always wanted to work for. It’s a great opportunity… but he doesn’t know it.”

I hear him breathing.

“I’m very sorry, (y/n). We shouldn’t have done this today.”

“I think we did it at the perfect time.” There were tears in my eyes but I dared look at him just so he knew I was completely honest right now. “This proves that after his death there is still beauty in the world.” I looked away from him. The sun was rising and the world was painted orange. “I know that… this pain will live with me forever, but I will learn to control it and I will be able to get ahead. He taught me to do it… and I’m not going to fail him.”

But then the weight of his hat fell on my head and I chuckled.

“You’re definitely something else, (y/n). I should have done something really good in my past life to have run into an angel like ya.”

I knew he was just being nice and i smiled. There was a small flame in my heart, a small flame of hope that I knew it will turn a fire impossible to extinguish.  


“2 months.” He said and took his glass of tequila. “2 months since I saved ya.”

I laughed with sarcasm.

“I could have saved myself.”

“Yeah? I don’t think so. "He chuckled.

"Don’t think your company was always pleasant. You have mood swings that I don’t understand.”

Diego chuckled, for a little moment before he stared at me. We were face to face and even he stopped moving, and his blue eyes made me sink into a new kind of ocean. But before I could ask, Diego leaned over the bar and kissed me. The music in the casino bar where I met him lost all the sound and I plunged into this new world as he held my face in his hands as we kissed. His lips moved against mine, and I accepted everything. Everything he offered me now. But I felt brave, strong thanks to him, and I took my chances.

When we parted, he stared at me. If I sink too deep, I should just swim back to the surface.


The room was dark and it stayed like that while he pushed me with his body against the wall. I threw his hat and my hands tangled in his hair just to keep his mouth on me. His left hand held himself against the wall, while his right one moved on my body, on my back as he pulled me towards him so that our bodies were pressed together. I could feel the fire in my body. My hands went down to his chest when his mouth took my neck, so hot that it made me moan. He growled against me and his hands took my waist. They pushed me to him, just to left me feel the bulge on his pants. He held me tight, made me turn, and he lay me down on the bed. He took his shirt off before climbed on me. The heat of his body was overwhelming as he pressed himself against me. My legs were tightened on his waist and his hand began to look under the skirt of my dress. The touch of his hand was sensual, passionate and it melts me like honey. It was exciting, and it took my breath away as he kissed all his way from my neck to my mouth again.

“Be mine, babe.” He said closed to my lips. “I will only be yours as long as we are together.”

A knot formed in my throat and I felt the tingle in my stomach. I licked my lip and my tongue touched his lip, and I saw it, he resisted until I said it.

And I nodded.

“I’m yours.” I said and I could see the peace in his blue eyes.

He held my face as he kissed me and I felt the tension in our bodies as he pressed against me. He pushed my dress up, his hand trailing my body until it climbed up to my waist. I arched my back and he pushed it even harder. He wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me up to sit on the bed, with him kneeling between my legs. His hand tightened on my bare waist, his mouth searching for a spot on my neck. It was cold but my body shook with the heat that I was overflowing inside, and I felt his hands on my back to take off my bra.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered. “Lie down.”

His lips closed around my breast the moment my back touched the soft blanket beneath me. My legs tightened around him as his tongue moved over my nipple. I moaned in the cold air as he moved to the other breast. His wet tongue started moving down living a trail on my belly, and right under my underwear. He pulled them, lower and lower until they left my naked legs. He took his time, first taking my boots off. He knelt in front of me, his nose breathing in the most sensitive spot of my body. His tongue ran over my clit, the tip of it playing over me. He continued just kissing, touching softly my skin in a teasing way until he pushing his tongue inside my body. I moaned in surprise, feeling how his tongue moved in every way inside of me. He held me against his until I was panting.

When he was on my level again, I extended out my hand to his face, almost afraid, and I used my thumb to gently draw the line of his eyebrow. My fingers gently touching his skin and he sighed. His eyes shone, but his right hand caught mine before it fell, kissing the palm of my hand and then he let it go. He hit the center of my being, making me clenching my hands on his shoulders at the time I felt like falling edge. The air left my lungs and he took my last breath with his lips, taking all of me. The cold air in the room disappeared when I melted into his embrace, closing my eyes to no longer open them for a long time.

When I opened my eyes it was already day, a blanket was on me, and as I was behind him with his chest against my back, his hand drew up and down over it, his breath tickling my neck. Everything was perfect, until I heard him sob. I tried to turn, but he stopped me when he held me against him.

“I love ya.”


Life is unpredictable, darling, and sometimes puts us in situations that before our eyes seem impossible to resolve. Your grandfather is not as wise as you always thought, but I tell you that time runs without stopping, it is cold sometimes and doesn’t always give us the opportunity to do the things we would like to do, so I hope this serves as a small push for you so that you continue to love the people you love and to love the thing you do. Never stop doing it. Choose happiness above all. The choice is yours.

Be strong.

With love, grandpa.

The world collapsed for a second under my feet when I knew Diego was dying, but he and I were still here. I parked the car in front of his house as he opened the door. He knew what it meant. On half on the way his body found mine and he lifted me, my legs around his waist. I could hear him sobbing against my hair and the lump in my throat grew.

“There may not be a tomorrow for us but that doesn’t mean that I will stop loving you.” I said. “When tomorrow doesn’t come I will be here, loving you, still.”