she thinks his goodbye is good

Just date - Jeff Atkins x reader

Request:  Hi :) Can you do a Jeff imagine where the reader is Bestfriends with Clay and Jeff notices that and is jealous at first but then asks clay for advice on how to ask her out and he’s super nervous and scared. Can you make it really fluffy :) :)

He was not jealous. Really. He wasn’t thinking about break Clay’s neck. He was just a little… Fine, he was jealous. He just couldn’t help it. 

He and Clay were at the library, stuying for his history class, it was going well until she showed up with her funny glasses and her stupid perfect smile. She just smiled at him and then started to talk with Clay about some kind of nerd movie. She was so excited, her eyes had that cute sparkle and her voice was so sweet. And then she put his hand in Clay’s shoulders.

Fuck, that feeling in his stomach wasn’t going away. And he was sure he was looking so stupid right now. She talked a little more and then left saying a gentle “Goodbye” to him.

“Jeff?” Clay asked “Are you okey?” Yep. He was still looking at the door. 

“Are you two dating?” The words left his mouth before he had the time to think about it. Clay started to laugh. He asked again “Did I said something funny?”

“Yeah. Me and Y/N… that’s funny. She’s my best friend, since we were kids. I thought you knew” Well, that’s good. So good. The relief should have showed up in his face because Clay looked at him with a smile.

“What?”

“You like her?” Clay asked. He ignored the question and pretended to look at his book. “C’mon, Jeff. Do you like Y/N?”

“Maybe” Clay raised his eyebrows “Fine. Yes, I like Y/N. Since I was ten, actually. But she’s out of my league” Clay started to laugh really loud “What?”

“Jeff, are you crazy? Oh my god. Y/N talks about you like you are some kind of god. She has the biggest crush on you” His heart started to beat faster. Oh god. Y/N Y/L/N had a crush on him.

“Jensen” he said “If you’re playing with me I swear…”

“Yeah, yeah. You are gonna kick my ass” Clay responded “You have to ask her out, so I can stop listen about your pretty eyes”

“She says I have pretty eyes?” He couldn’t help but smile.

“The prettiest in the whole damn world” Clay said, rolling his eyes. “Now let’s go back to work”

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He was walking in the hallway when he noticed her, talking with Hannah Baker. Y/N was laughing with her. Damn, she looked perfect.

Fine, Clay said she was good in Chemistry he just had to ask her for help and then they will start to talk and eventually the will end up dating. Yup. That was the plan. Easy.

Hell, no. That wasn’t easy, he started to walk to them, with his heart going crazy. He was there, standing right next to them, without talking. He just froze.

“Hey, Jeff” Hannah was the first one who noticed. Y/N turned around, confused. She smiled at him.

“Hey, girls” he started. “Hannah, can I burrow your friend for a minute?” Hannah looked at him and then at Y/N.

“Sure” she smiled, walking away.

“How can I help you, Jeff?” Y/N asked, confused. Well, Jeff. It’s your time, he thought.

“Clay said you are good in chemistry and I was wondering if you, mhm, if you can, you know, help me?” Damn, his hands were shacking. 

“Sure” she said gently. “No problem, when do you want to start?” He was screaming inside but trying to keep it cool. 

“Are you free today?” she nodded. “Well, today after school? At Monet’s? I’m tired of the library”

“Yeah, me too. Monet’s then” the bell rang “I have to go, Jeff, but I’ll see you there” she smiled, starting to walk.

“Yeah, fine. It’s a date!” he was not suppose to said that “I mean, a study-date” she laughed in the middle of the hallway.

“Just date is fine for me” and then she entered to her class. 

They had a “just date”.

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On the Case Files

Pairing: Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1,591

Request: NO

Warnings: major smut

Summary: After a long week on a case, the team returns home, all tired and ready for a good seven hours of sleep, but Reid has a hard time keeping it in his pants, so he just decides to do the reader on top of her case files. Features really horny Spencer and public sex. You’re welcome

Originally posted by adriansarkisi

“Anyone up for dinner?” Emily asked as soon as everyone was back inside the bullpen that night.  The case had taken all week, and it was a relief to be back home.  

“Em, it’s already ten o’clock.  I’d love to, but I can barely keep my eyes open,” JJ replied, walking into her office to retrieve the rest of her belongings.

“Yeah, I’m going to have to second that.  But thanks for the offer,” Morgan said to her.

“Reid, how about you and y/n?” Emily asked across her desk.  

“I think we’ll pass,” Spencer replied.  He sat down at his desk and fired up his computer.  “I still have something I need to finish anyways.”

You looked over at Emily.  “Thanks, Em,” you told her.  She smiled and bid the rest of the team goodbye as Hotch and Rossi were both long gone.

“I’ll see you two tomorrow.  Make sure this kid gets a good night’s sleep,” Morgan said to you as he patted your boyfriend on his back.

“I will,” you replied with a smile.

Soon, JJ was out the door as well and it was just you and Spencer left in the bullpen.  You decided to sit down at your desk to go through some case files that JJ had given you to review as she couldn’t really decide which ones to present to the team.  You were always a big help to her with that.

It wasn’t long before you felt an arm slither around your neck, holding you tightly.  You smiled while continuing to look over the files.  But it was hard to focus when you could feel Spencer’s lips against your neck.

“Spence what are you doing?” you asked with a confused smile.

“I need you,” he whispered against your skin, the feeling of his hot breath giving you goosebumps.

“Spencer,” you warned him.  But his hand inched down to your chest, slightly cupping each breast.  “Spencer!” you yelled, swatting his hands away.  “There cameras in here.”

“So?” he asked, continuing his assault to your neck.  You sighed in pleasure as he nipped and sucked at the flesh below your ear.

“Spence, I’m serious.  If Garcia is still here, she’ll see us,” you told him, but you weren’t making a move to stop him.

“She’s gone, and I can delete the footage,” he promised as he grabbed your chair and swung it around so you were facing him.  In no less than two seconds, he hauled you out of your chair and onto your desk, on top of the case files you still needed to go through completely.  “I need you right now,” he admitted, attacking your lips with his.

He was hardly ever as horny as he was right now, and you had to admit that it was really turning you on.  And the thought of him taking you in the middle of the bullpen made it so much hotter.

His tongue was greedily exploring your mouth, and although you wanted to push him away, his savory taste, as addicting as it was, made you wrap your arms around him and pull him closer.  Your legs tightened their grip around his waist, and you instantly felt his excitement protruding from his pants.  You moved hips forward to meet his, gaining you a pleasure moan from your boyfriend.

His hands were greedy as they roamed every inch of your body until he eventually had one arm wrapped completely around your back to hold you as close to him as possible, and the other was at your core, rubbing roughly against the fabric of your pants.  You moaned against his mouth in response to his eager hand.

“Fuck,” he whispered into your open mouth.  “You’re soaking through your pants.”

Who knew sex in a public place could do that to you?

You moved your hands to undo his fly just as he began to undo yours.  About a minute ago, you wanted to shove Spencer away, but now you were too incredibly turned on to stop, and you knew you wanted him just about as much as he wanted you.

You could hear the case files beneath you crinkle and you knew JJ was going to wonder how the hell they got so messed up, but you didn’t care in that moment.

Spencer finally had your pants off, leaving you in your underwear.  You were still trying to shove his off, but it became harder to do anything when his hand was suddenly inside your panties, gathering your juices onto his fingers.  He stopped kissing your and leaned back, taking his hand from your panties and putting your arousal against your lips, prompting you to suck the taste of yourself off his fingers.  His mouth was opened slightly in awe of what he was watching and you instinctively pulled your legs closer to you, causing his erection to press against your core yet again.

You moaned at the taste of yourself and looked him right in the eyes, slowing beginning to rub yourself on him, making his arousal grow with every small thrust.

His eyes were hungry as they watched you slurp up the last of your slickness.

You were both panting by this point.  There was nothing sexier in the world to you than what was currently happening in the BAU bullpen.

“Do you wanna taste?” you asked him in a low voice.  His eyes lit up at your invitation and to answer your question, he knelt down to face your center, wasting no time to remove your panties and lick clean up your lips, making you moan some more.  

He usually took his time when it came to sex, foreplay was his favorite thing about the bedroom.  Teasing you was his forte, but right now, all he wanted - all he needed - was you and he felt he had no time at all.

You placed each of your legs onto his shoulders to give him a better angle.  His tongue was circling around your clit while his fingers entered you without warning.  His movements were rough as he retracted his fingers and shoved them back inside of you, repeating the process over and over again.  Your moans got louder and louder as you approached your climax, and it took over you with one final thrust of his fingers, hitting you in just the right spot.  You held onto the table underneath you to keep yourself from falling backwards, but that didn’t matter because no later than you came did Spencer remove his fingers from your core and stand up, fully discarding his pants and releasing his erect member from his boxers.

“I love you,” he said in a rush as he connected his mouth to yours once more before thrusting into you without so much as a warning.  You yelped in surprise and pleasure as he kept his movements rough and quick.  The only sounds in the room were those of your loud moans and skin against skin.  You didn’t want to think about how messy the files under you were, so you started to thrust along with Spencer, meeting the rhythm of his hips, a large slap each time your cores met together again.

The cameras were surely picking up every moment of your scandalous activities, and it only made you feel more excited with every breath that became shorter and harder to take.  

It didn’t take long for Spencer to climax, releasing himself inside of you with every thrust.  His moans against your mouth were enough to send you over the edge once more, releasing for a second time within the matter of minutes.

Riding out your highs together, you kissed each other, open mouthed and messy.  

You finally reopened your eyes to look up at your boyfriend.  His hair was a mess, sticking to his sweaty forehead.  You couldn’t imagine what you looked like.

“Couldn’t wait, could you?” you asked him with a sleepy smile.  He chuckled in response and removed himself from you, pulling his boxers back up to his hips.  You sat for a moment on the case files, bare from your waist down, wondering what you were going to say when JJ saw them.

“I’ll reprint those for you,” Spencer said as if reading your mind.

You looked up to the ceiling and winced as you pointed to the camera that was fixated right on your desk, signalling that it captured every moment.  Spencer looked up to see what you were pointing at and although his face grew red with realization, he smirked and disappeared through Penelope’s door to delete the footage of you two fucking on your desk and a pile of file folders.

While he was gone, you put your clothes back on and mentally cursed at yourself seeing the damp files.  They were covered in your climax, and although the thought of it was arousing, the sight was slightly disgusting.  You laughed slightly as you picked up each ruined folder and disposed of them into the trash just as Spencer returned from Garcia’s lair.

His smile was all too mischievous as he grabbed his things.  You narrowed your eyes at him.

“What are you smiling about?” you asked, gathering your own things.

He said nothing but simply held up a flash drive.  You rolled your eyes with a smile and reached for it, slipping it into your purse.  No way were you going to let him hold onto that.

“I love you, too,” you said as you walked hand in hand out of the bullpen.

hidden away || dylan o’brien (smut)

word count: 5226

warnings: mentions of cheating, oral (both receiving), daddy kink, unprotected sex, angst

request: how about an obrien imagine where it starts w yn in her room w her boyfriend and theyre talking and shes obviously bored and then she tells him shes gonna take a nap and shes feeling kinda sick so he leaves and then she watches out the window as he drives away and then dylan comes out of the closet saying “ugh finally that prick was taking forever to get outta here” or something like that and then it gets all smutty and stuffy thankssss

author’s note: this is my attempt at getting out of the funk i was in for a couple weeks! i hope you enjoy, thank you so much lau @thelittlestkitsune for being so supportive and helping past things for a couple days! she’s my sweet muffin and i love her! also part two? let me know what y’all think!

pairing: dylan o’brien / reader

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the breakup // montgomery de la cruz

summary: montgomery de la cruz, a well-known student in liberty high. he hung with the popular crowd, got into very many fights and was seen with a different girl every week. long story short, he was a total dick. well, that was the case until she came into his life.

word count: 1562 words

a/n: this is based off the song the break up by lany which i have been listening to for weeks. i’ve been having a lot of monty feels lately too so i was inspired to write this. i put a lot of effort into this, i hope you guys like it. also, i recommend listening to the song while reading

you can listen to the song here

Originally posted by montedelacruz

Jumping heart to heart, and it’s starting to wear me down
“He’s a total dick” is my reputation around town

“Alright, I’ll see you around babe.” Monty winked at the blonde. He couldn’t even recall her name. But there he was, leading her on, making her think there was something between them. She was simply a good fuck, a girl he hooked up with last night.

“I’ll see you around babe,” A voice mocked from behind. Monty turned around and found a snickering Bryce. “Damn Monty, who was that?”

“Hey man,” He scratched the back of his neck. “I don’t even remember her name.”

“You’re a fucking playboy. That’s what you are!” Bryce howled, giving him a pat on the back.

They got a pretty face, but they got a pretty empty head
And I want to stick around but damn I’m bored

Monty was currently on a date with the blonde from last week. He asked her out just so he could get out of the house during the weekend. Although deep inside, he was hoping that maybe, just maybe, his brain would flip a switch and view her as more than a something he could play with. Love perhaps. Monty was human; all he wanted was to find love like everyone else.

“What do you think, Monty?” The blonde asked.

He quickly snapped out of his thoughts. “Um no?” He answered, not even having the slightest clue of what she was talking about.

“You’re not even listening to me! I asked if you preferred pizza or salad.” She huffed in irritation. He shrugged in response, obviously not having a care in the world.

“I’m getting out of here. Call me when you actually want to listen to me.” She stood up from the booth and sashayed away. He sighed and leaned back on his seat.

He made up his mind. He definitely did not like her. Sure, she was drop dead gorgeous and her attitude was somewhat tolerable but it just wasn’t working out for him.

Monty looked around the place and spotted a girl. He identified her as Y/N Y/L/N; he knew she went to Liberty High as well. He watched her carefully, she seemed to be enjoying her meal, shoveling curly fries into her mouth and he weirdly found that cute. Then and there, the switch he oh-so-wanted to flip… actually flipped. He was inexplicably drawn to her.

“Here goes nothing.” He mumbled to himself and before heading over to her table.

How the hell do you stay in love
You’re at dinner looking down playing with your knife and fork

Friday was date night for Y/N and Monty. She felt like their relationship lacked something lately so she wanted it to be perfect, already planning it a week before. She was going to cook his favorite meal and then catch a movie at The Crestmont after.

An hour passed and there was still no sign of him. Y/N sighed in frustration. The food was getting cold and they were already twenty minutes late to the movie. She grabbed her phone from the counter and sent him a quick text.

where are you? you said you’d be here at 6

No response.

Just as she was about to press call, Monty walked through the door.

“Hey babe,” He walked over to her giving her a peck on the cheek. “The food looks great.”

Y/N glared daggers at him. “Where were you? I was starting to get worried!”

“Relax. I was with Justin and Zach. We went to grab some beers after school.” He responded nonchalantly.

Anger coursed through her veins. “You blew me off for them? We had plans, de la Cruz.” She detached herself from his grip and headed for the door.

Another day, another argument. He was sick of it. “You’re always breathing down my neck, Y/N!” Monty bellowed from behind her.

Arguments weren’t new to their relationship. Y/N and Monty would argue every once in a while but recently it became more frequent. He complained on how she bitched about his actions all the time and how he felt like he wasn’t doing anything right. In her defense, she was just looking out for him. She didn’t want him to get hurt. More importantly, she was afraid of him going back to his old ways.

She stopped in her tracks and faced him. “Since when is it such a crime to look out for my boyfriend?”

“You call that looking out for me?” He gave her a sharp look and chuckled angrily. “It’s called being a-”

“Listen Monty,” She cut him off, voice stern. “I don’t want to hear it.” He opened his mouth to say something but shut it just as fast.

Y/N stared at the floor as minutes of agonizing silence passed. She could feel the heavy tension and she hated it. She couldn’t help but think this was going to be the end of their relationship. The thought of that possibility made her physically sick. She couldn’t lose him. She loved this boy with her all, she couldn’t give him up just like that.

Monty tugged at the ends of his hair and sighed. “I don’t want this anymore, Y/N. I want to be alone.“

Y/N felt like everything was crashing down on her. She swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill. “Fine,” She seethed. “Just leave.”

You think you wanna be alone
Just wait until you’re crying on the shower floor
It hits you in the chest, ‘bout every day you’re done
Cause once you let it go you better know its gone

Monty tried to contact Y/N at least a few times after that night. She didn’t bother returning any of his calls or texts. He tried talking to her at school but she did a good job at avoiding him. She was absolutely dejected and she hated it. She hated how broken she was.

“Y/N, wait up!” Zach jogged over, stopping in front of her.

She bit her lip in unease. “This better be important. I’m almost late for class.”

“Well, uh listen, you gotta talk to Monty,” She scoffed at his words before letting him continue. “You guys need to sort this out. He hasn’t been doing well lately.”

She snapped at the mention of Monty. “And you think I am? Sorry to be rude but I see that this conversation isn’t important. I should get going.” She stormed away leaving Zach dumbfounded.

Just like Y/N, Monty was drowning in the ocean of heartbreak and regret. He felt broken too. He was always over at Bryce’s, getting drunk and wallowing in sadness. When he threw those last words at her that night, he immediately regretted it. All the anger and pain from their arguments the past few days, got to him and he took it out on her. It was all in the heat of the moment. He didn’t just want her back, he needed her back, but he knew that was near to impossible.

It’s never the same, uh, yeah, after the breakup
It’s never the same, love, don’t try to make up

Monty stepped out of the car and headed towards the front door of Y/N’s house. It’s been almost three weeks since their break up and Y/N finally agreed to his request of talking things out.

To say he was nervous was an understatement. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to calm himself down before ringing the doorbell. A few seconds passed before the door opened, revealing Y/N. He stared at her in awe. She looked better than ever, its almost as if his absence hadn’t affected her. In fact, she looked happier.

“You can, uh, come in.” She mumbled awkwardly before opening the door fully, letting him in.

He took a seat on the end of the couch and Y/N walked over and sat on the other end, she wanted to be as far away as possible from him.

“Y/N,” He looked at her, sincerity evident in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. I shouldn’t have blown you off for Justin and Zach when it was our special day. For fuck’s sake, what was I thinking? I would pick my girlfriend over anything else. I should have been there. I’m sorry for ignoring all your effort and making you feel unimportant. I was so insensitive to your feelings. Y/N, letting you go was my biggest mistake. Please let me make it up to you, take me back.

“Ex girlfriend,” She corrected rather harshly. She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose before speaking again. “I had a lot of time to think about us and honestly, Monty, you’re right. I don’t think this will work out. Plus, I’m not gonna allow myself to be treated like shit again.” He could feel his heart shatter as she spoke.

She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry but I think breaking up is for the best.” He simply nodded at her, too upset to come up with a response.

They stood at the doorway, saying their goodbyes. He looked at her for the last time and in that moment, it dawned upon him, that he, Montgomery de la Cruz had lost the girl he loved for good.

Stay

Originally posted by geezerwench

Originally posted by mrstane

Request: Imagine your Jax’s best friend and your back in town and he begs you to stay.


I decided to make this long instead of breaking it into parts, its 10,000+ words, let me know what you all think!

 Sorry I’m not writing as often,but please be patient and I’ll get there. Thank you for all your support. I hope you enjoy this. xx

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“Jackson Nathaniel Teller get your ass back here right now!”
Jax froze midstep and hung his head whilst you fought to keep the smug smile off your face as you slowly crept forwards.
“You too, (Y/F/N), (Y/L/N)!”
A groan left your lips and slowly in sync, both of you turned to face the wrath of Gemma Teller.
She stood in the doorway of her house, hands on her hips, elbows out, and an angry flint in her eyes.
Jax sighed and nudged you with his elbow.
You exchanged a dreaded glance with him and together you walked towards his mother.
“Either of you little shits wanna tell me why i have three missed calls from the principal?”
Gemma said, her voice stern and her eyes burnt through the both of you.
Even on a good day, you knew better than to mess with Gemma, and today was definitely not a good day.
“It was nothing, Gem.” You said and fluttered your eyelashes pleadingly, hoping that your puppy-dog effect might rub off on her. Of course it didn’t work. This was Gemma Teller, after all.
Gemma raised her eyebrows at you and her gaze lingered on you before she glanced at her son.
“Jackson?”
Jax sighed and rubbed his hand through his thick blonde hair.
“It was nothing Ma. Just some kids getting smart. We handled it.”
Gemma stared him down with pursed lips till he looked at his feet and Gemma leant against the door frame, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Who threw the first punch?” She asked.
You looked at Jax and he met your eye before his infamous smirk spread across his lips.
“She did.” Jax said and nodded towards you.
His mother glanced you over and reached her hands towards you.
She grasped her hands either side of your face and leant close before pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“Good girl.” She said.
You grinned and Jax laughed beside you.
“Now get your ass home before I have your parents calling me too.”
You nodded and waved goodbye to Gemma.
Jax threw his arm over your shoulder and walked along side you as you walked down the driveway., the afternoon sun shining down on you between the trees.
“I told you she wouldn’t be mad.” Jax said and you scoffed and laughed.
“You think I was worried? You shoulda seen your face!” You teased and Jax laughed too.
Both of you walked along the pavement as the sun shined down on you, teasing each other and laughing as he walked you home.
Eventually you stopped outside your house and you could both see your father, peering out at you through the gap in the curtains.
You rolled your eyes and turned to Jax.
“See you tomorrow?”
“Me and Ope will pick you up.” He confirmed.
You nodded and smiled at your best friend and he smiled back, the same smile that made your heart swoon.
And you walked into your house, leaving a sixteen year old Jax Teller on the street, watching after you and hoping that maybe one day his best friend would be his old lady.

You had grown up in Charming, born and raised and you loved the little town and all its unique quirks.
The sun was always shining, the weather was always warm and the towns people were always smiling. Well, almost always..
It was the roar of motorcycles flooding down Main Street that changed their faces from happy and content smiles to disapproving frowns and glares.
The Sons of Anarchy had always done their part in Charming, helping out at fundraisers and the town knew they could rely on the club when times got tough. Yet they often seemed to forget that, and seemed to focus on the danger that emitted from them.
Your father was one of those people, and he had been furious the first day he saw Jax Teller and Opie Winston walk you home from school.
He had warned you your whole life to stay away from ‘boys like that’, and he had lived his whole life in fear of the Sons of Anarchy.
They were gunrunners, criminals, outlaws and killers and he didn’t want his precious daughter to be mixed up with such horrid people.
But when you were seven years old and the boys in your class had stolen your backpack and had been tossing it to each other while you cried, it had been Jax and Opie that had stopped them and made sure no one ever messed with you again.
And from that day on the three of you had been your own little gang.
Your father still didn’t approve and you weren’t sure he ever would, but you didn’t care.
Because when you were with them you didn’t feel like a little girl that couldn’t defend herself.
When you were with them you weren’t afraid of anything.
And you had grown to be tough and strong, after Gemma took you under her wing.
You didn’t have a motherly figure in your life after your mom had passed away and your father had never even dreamt of being with another woman. But Gemma showed you how to be a girl that no one would mess with and you would be eternally grateful to her for transforming you from an innocent lamb into a lioness.
It was only inevitable that you’d fall in love with Jax at some point.
He was carefree, the prince of Charming, and anywhere he walked he left a trail of chaos and girls practically drooling over him.
He was charming and funny, smart, caring, ridiculously handsome and confident and he was fiercely loyal.
You were close with Opie too, of course, but it was Jax that made your heart skip a beat and when he was around somehow you struggled to find words, as the thoughts of him filled your mind.
He was your best friend, the love of your life, the prince of Charming. And you, you were the Girl Next Door. Well, technically you lived down the street, but you knew you would never be good enough for him, that you’d never be his princess.

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Your cheeks were stiff from dried tears and you stared at the sky, watching the sun slowly fade into the horizon.
Opie passed the joint to you and you took a long drag before passing it to Jax, who sat on the other side of you.
The three of you sat in silence, unsure of the right words to say.
Honestly you didn’t want them to say anything. You didn’t want anyone to say anything.
Nothing anyone said could change what had happened.
Your father was dead. You had been the one to find him, seated at the kitchen table, gun in his hand and a bullet hole through his head.
He had never really recovered after losing your mother and he had struggled raising you alone. Still, you never thought he would leave you. At least not like that anyway.
The smoke filled your lungs but your body remained numb.
And so the three of you sat in silence, on the concrete ledge of the roof of the funeral home, dressed all in black as you mourned the loss of your father.
Jax hadn’t left your side since you’d found your father, dead in the kitchen and you knew both himself and Opie had been uncomfortable, attending the funeral of your father, a man who had disapproved, no, hated them.
But they had decided to attend, to support their best friend.
Jax knew what it was like to lose a father and you were eternally grateful for his support.
They had stood either side of you as you read the passage in front of your fathers friends and family, and they had sat beside you while you sobbed over the freshly covered grave.
But now your tears had dried out and the reality was sinking in.
Your mother was gone, your father was gone, and you had no family left.
At least not in Charming.
That was why your Aunty was shipping you off, forcing you to move across the country to live with her.
“When do you leave?” Jax asked quietly, his voice breaking the silence.
You glanced at him and met his gaze, his blue eyes filled with sorrow.
“Tomorrow.” You whispered, your voice cracking slightly.
Jax nodded and wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you rested your head on his shoulder.
Opie squeezed your hand gently before standing and heading downstairs to find a drink, leaving the two of you alone.
For a while you sat in silence, his arm around you as you stared out at the horizon.
Everything seemed so fragile, so small. Every moment was fleeting, passing by and you weren’t sure if any of it really mattered anymore.
“I love you, (y/n).” Jax whispered.
A sad smile formed on your lips and you nodded against him.
“I know.” You whispered.
You knew he loved you, as a friend.
But even now, as you sat at your fathers funeral, the only thing you wanted was Jax. For him to love you as more than a friend.
But you were leaving.
And he was staying here.
The rest of the night you stayed on the roof, until the early morning and at some point you had fallen asleep, wrapped in each others arms. A perfect way to spend your last night in Charming, wrapped in the arms of the boy were hopelessly in love with.

8 YEARS LATER

“Back in black! I hit the sack, Ive been too long Im glad to be back.”
You sung at the top of your lungs as the music poured out of the speakers and your car sped along the familiar roads.
It was only fitting to play such a song as you drove, heading for the town you’d left so many years ago.
You never had made it back to Charming after you had left that morning so many years ago.
Something had always stopped you. Maybe the emptiness that filled your heart every time you thought of your father and the way he had passed, or the heartache you felt when you thought of Jax, imagining him with random girls.
You had no right to be jealous really, it had been eight years since you’d left and you’d kept in contact at first, but eventually you had drifted apart.
The last you heard was that Jax and Opie were prospecting, but it had been years since you’d heard from either of them and you wondered if they’d still be around,or  if they’d even remember you.
You thought about them often, remembering the mischief the three of you used to get up to. the nights you would spend staring up at the sky, or the afternoons you’d spend on the back of their bikes, speeding along the streets with the wind blowing in your hair.
But you had a new life now, a good job, a good apartment. You didn’t have a boyfriend but you didn’t particularly want one.
You were fiercely independent and you did well on your own. There was even talk of a promotion coming up and you knew you were in the perfect position for it.
It had taken you by surprise when you’d received the phone call from the council in Charming, informing you that the tenants of your fathers house had left it in a mess.
He had left you the house in his will and you had become the official owner when you turned 21, but back then the thought of returning to your hometown had been too painful, so you’re Aunt had helped you hire an agency and rent the property out.
But it was time to sell it. There was no point in leaving it with strangers when you could benefit from selling it. You could even use the money to buy your own house in the city, or open your very own business. It was time to move on.
And as you drove a mixture of emotions flooded through you.
Nerves, excitement, fear.
You didn’t know what to expect and one part of you was praying you would run into Jax, and reunite just like old times while the other part of you prayed you wouldn’t.
You knew he would have an old lady by now and you weren’t sure how you felt about it.
He would always be the one that got away, and you don’t think you could truly ever be over the feelings you had for Jackson Teller.
You car sped along the road and before you knew it you passed the familiar ‘Welcome to Charming’ sign.
The town hadn’t changed much and you drove through Main Street, eyeing the familiar shop fronts and the new ones too.
Charming certainly had a certain ‘charm’ about it and no matter where in the world you went, it would always be home.
You knew you couldn’t put it off much longer and you finally turned into the street on which you had lived so many years ago.
You drove past the picket fences and the perfectly trimmed hedges, the front lawns with kids playing outside, under the sprinklers as they laughed in the sun.
Your heart leapt into your throat as you drove past the Teller house and you couldn’t help but glance at the half dozen bikes parked out front.
You gulped and gripped the steering wheel til your knuckles turned white and you drove on and eventually you turned into the driveway of your fathers house.

Birds chirped outside the window and you groaned.
You never had been a morning person but last night you had gotten barely any sleep.
It was hard for you, to be back in this house and the memories had haunted you all night long. It still smelt the same. At least you thought it did and waves of nostalgia kept hitting you, desperate for a time when this was your home.
You sighed and rolled out of bed and rubbed your eyes before yawning and stretching your arms.
Of course, you hadn’t thought about bringing any home appliances with you.
You had only packed a few bags of clothes, unsure of how long you were intending to stay for.
But you’d forgotten that the house was empty, including no furniture, no cutlery, and no fucking coffee.
You rummaged through one of your bags and yanked out a towel and headed for the shower.
The local diner used to make the best coffee in town and you hoped that that was one thing that hadn’t changed over the years.
After a quick shower you tugged on your ripped skinny jeans and pulled an old band t-shirt over your head before shaking out your damp hair and letting it fall down your back.
There was no time for makeup, you needed coffee desperately so you grabbed your sunglasses and your keys and headed for your car.

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The diner had kept its word; it still had the best coffee in town.
But honestly, it could have been the worst, you were too tired to notice. You only craved the hit caffeine.
The old woman behind the counter had remembered you and had insisted on feeding you a full breakfast, the Charming Classic, complete with two eggs, toast, hash browns, bacon, sausages, and grilled tomatoes.
By the time you’d finished your plate you could barely more, you were that full and you slid out of the booth before paying for your meal at the counter.
By now the sun was out and the heat hit you in the face as you walked out of the diner, the bell on the door chiming behind you.
The street was already alive with the hustle and bustle of the morning.
You glanced around the street and smiled to yourself as you looked over the hanging flowers and the store fronts. It was good to be home.
Across the street Jax pulled off his gloves and stuffed them into his pockets.
He lifted his hands, littered with rings and removed his helmet.
The wind blew his blonde hair and he slicked it back.
Chibs and Tig were to his left and Juice was to his right and they too removed their helmets and placed them on their bikes.
Main Street was already buzzing with people and Jax ignored the nervous yet curious looks coming from the locals.
He scanned the street, looking for Hale, when a girl caught his eye.
For a moment, his breath caught in his throat as he looked at her.
Her back was facing him and her hair hung loosely down her back. There was something about her, he felt like he knew her, but he needed her to turn around.
“Jax! Let’s go, brother.” Chibs called and Jax snapped back to attention.
“Yeah.” Jax said and stood straight.
He followed his brothers up the street but he couldn’t help but look back.
And as he did, the girl turned flashing her face only for a moment and Jax froze in place.
But almost as quickly as he saw her, she was gone, turning a corner into a store.
“You okay man? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Juice asked with an eyebrow arched.
Jax swallowed and nodded slowly.
“Something like that.”

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Ever since you were young you had always had a habit of twiddling your thumbs when you were nervous. That, and blinking your eyelashes like an idiot.
And right now your thumbs were going wild and you were practically chewing your bottom lip off. To say you were nervous was an understatement and you wanted to start your car, turn around and drive away from here.
But you couldn’t put it off any longer.
You knew deep down you wanted to see him, needed to see him.
But you were filled with dread, knowing that a man like Jackson Teller wasn’t going to be single.
You wanted desperately to see that smile once more but you weren’t sure if you could face his girlfriend. Or worse, his old lady.
You sighed and pulled the keys out of the ignition.
It was now or never.
Before you could change your mind you stepped out of your car and closed the door behind you.
Teller Morrow hadn’t changed much from what you remembered and you glanced around the lot, taking in the sight of it.
Several bikes were lined up and you gulped as you looked at them warily.
It wasn’t too late to turn around.
There weren’t any members outside, and no one had seen you yet.
You could just turn around and walk right out of here.
You were debating your options in your head and you barely noticed when a car pulled in behind you. It was only when the door slammed shut that you turned around.
Your heart leapt into your throat and you stared wide eyed at Gemma Teller.
She stood in her class in ensemble: jeans and a black low cut top, flashing her cleavage and her scar. Her dark hair framed her face and she wore her usual large sunglasses.
You watched her as she shifted her hand bag on to her shoulder. She hadn’t seen you yet, or recognised you at least and your heart was beating rapidly.
“Hey Gem.” You said.
You cursed yourself, knowing how nervous your voice sounded.
Gemma glanced at you and lifted her glasses on top of her head.
“Well well, long time no see.”
You smiled and Gemma walked towards you, arms open wide and you embraced her hug. She had always been the closest thing you had to a motherly figure after your mom died and you hadn’t realised quite how much you had missed her after all these years.
She smelt the same as she used to, perfume and cigarettes and you hugged her tightly.
“What are you doing here, sweetheart?” She asked you as you parted and she placed her hands on her hips.
You ran your hand through your hair and glanced around the lot.
“I’m selling dads house, so I’m back in town for a while.” You told her truthfully.
You hadn’t intended to stay more than a week, but you had missed this town and the more time you were spending here the less rush you were in to leave.
Gemma nodded as her eyes ran over you.
You were just a teenager when you left, awkward and rebellious. But now you were a fully grown woman and your body had definitely filled out. You had curves now, in all the right places and you looked a hell of a lot different to when you left. But your eyes were the same, always sparkling and you still had the familiar traits Gemma remembered.
You had broken her sons heart when you left and she knew you probably had no idea of the hurt you had caused that boy.
“Well lets go inside. I, for one, could use a drink.” She winked at you and you grinned back.
Gemma linked her arm through yours and together you walked towards the clubhouse.
You had seen the number of bikes outside and your heart was beating rapidly in your chest.
You weren’t sure what type of welcome to expect.
Gemma must have sensed your nerves and she squeezed your arm gently before pushing open the door.

The smell hit you almost instantly and you felt a wave of nostalgia wash over you.
Alcohol, ciggarettes, and cheap perfume were the essence of the Clubhouses very own signature fragrance and you breathed it in deeply.
Your eyes scanned the room, taking in sight the empty table and sofas and the empty bar.
“They’re in Church.” Gemma told you and you nodded.
You were thankful you weren’t walking into a room full of Sons but now your nerves were back, knowing it was only those wooden doors that separated you from Jax. This was his territory, his home, and you were invading it. You weren’t sure if he’d even want to see you, let alone have you in his clubhouse.
“You wanna beer?” Gemma asked you.
“Please.” You nodded and smiled, following her to the bar.
Your eyes continued to scan the room and you looked the wall of framed mugshots, standing proud.
A smile formed on your lips as you ran your eyes over the familiar faces, and the unfamiliar ones.
You saw Opie’s and you smiled, looking at the man he had grown into.
The other faces passed you by as you looked at each of the frames and you gulped once you found Jax’s photo, sitting proud beneath the wooden SAMCRO sign.
He hadn’t changed much at all really, although you weren’t sure how old this photo was.
But his hair was still long, and blond, and those blue eyes of his pierced through you. You could recognise those eyes anywhere.
“How longs it been?”
Gemma broke your thoughts and you turned back to her, accepting the beer she was holding out.
“Eight years.” You said.
“Lot of shits changed in eight years.” Gemma said.
You smiled and nodded.
“I know.” You told her. Gemma had always had a way with words and you couldn’t help but feel there was a famous Gemma Teller lecture on the way.
But instead, she surprised you.
“He misses you.”
You looked at her, her dark eyes watching you closely and you knew she wasn’t lying.
But before you could speak you heard a door open and you turned almost instantly.
You didn’t recognise the first man that entered the room, and surely if you had known him you would recognise that mohawk. But his soft face was unfamiliar and  you only recognised the kutte on his shoulders.
He nodded towards Gemma and looked at you curiously before moving into the room, the rest of the club filing in behind him.
“Holy shit!”
Opie practically ran across the room, nearly bowling his old man over in the process and you  moved towards him, unable to keep a grin off your face.
He wrapped his arms around you and swept you off your feet into a tight bear hug.
You laughed as he squeezed you and eventually he placed you back on the ground, where he towered over you.
“Look at you, Ope! Your huge!” You said teasingly and squeezed his large biceps.
He laughed loudly and nudged you.
“Never thought I’d see your face round here again.” Opie said, his tone still light yet the both of you knew how much he meant his words.
You shrugged his comment off and grinned up at your old friend.
It had been years since you’d seen Opie and except the beard he hadn’t seemed to change all that much. His eyes seemed tired, and you could tell he had seen pain but there was still that light that had been there so many years ago.
Silence fell between you but it wasn’t uncomfortable.
Eventually more men filled the room and you glanced around,  the butterflies simultaneously returning to your stomach.
And then you saw him.
He walked out of the clubhouse, his head hung low as he blew out a cloud of smoke and passed a joint back to one of his Brothers. He walked with the same kind of swag he walked with as a teen and your heart was almost beating out of your chest when he glanced up and met your gaze.
Blue eyes pierced through you and he froze for a moment, his mouth dropping open as he took in the sight of you.
The rest of the room could have been on fire and you wouldn’t have noticed, the only thing you were focused on was Jax.
Slowly, he began to move towards you, his eyes never leaving yours and you gulped.
Opie glanced between the two of you, sensing the nervous tension in the air and he chuckled lightly before shaking his head and walking to the bar, leaving you to reunite with Jax.

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“Hey.”
Your voice was brittle, nervous but just that one word echoed through him.
For years he had dreamt of this day, dreamt  that one day you would return, and you would stand in this club house once more.
But it had always been just a dream. Jax knew you would have no intention of coming back to this town that haunted you with memories and as you stood before him he fought desperately with his mind, begging for it not to be playing a trick on him.
Begging for this to be real.
He moved closer and his eyes only left yours to glance over your body quickly.
You but your lip nervously and you fluttered your eyelashes. Not in a flirtatious way, but in a way that you had always done when you were nervous.
“You gonna just stare at her?” Opies voice boomed from across the room, followed by laughter.
You laughed too and suddenly Jax knew he wasn’t dreaming.
A grin broke across his cheeks and suddenly his arms were around you, engulfing you entirely into his body.
He lifted you off the floor and squeezed you and you buried your face in his neck, letting his scent fill your lungs and you breathed him in.
Eventually he placed you back on the floor and he stepped back to look at you once more.
His grin never left his face and you stared into his eyes.
“Your back.” He spoke.
You nodded, your eyes never failing to leave his gaze.
“Ye ganna introduce the lass, Jackie?” A voice called from across the room and both of you glanced towards the man who spoke, his wide grin almost distracting you from the scars across his cheeks.
Jax laughed and threw his arm over your shoulder.
Together you walked towards the men.
Their faces were friendly yet curious to see what kind of girl could get both Opie and Jax to react like that.
Jax introduced you to his club, firing off a list of names you would have to ask him to repeat later on.
“And this is (y/n), an old friend.” Jax beamed and nudged you.
You couldn’t help a blush rising to your cheeks as you nodded to the smiling faces.
They welcomed you with cheers as they raised their beers in your direction.
“Come on, let me get you a drink.” Jax said and you followed him to the bar.
Gemma still sat, watching you with an amused look on her face and as Jax approached she stood, smoothing down her shirt and her jeans before pressing a kiss to her sons cheek.
“I’ll leave you two kids to it.” She said with a wink before sauntering off outside.
Jax chuckled and shook his head before passing you a beer and gesturing for you to sit.
You obliged and slid onto one of the barstools before taking a sip.
“So what brings you back here?” Jax asked, his haze falling bak onto you and he looked at you with furrowed brows.
You licked your lips as you placed your beer on the counter and swiped a loose strand of hair out of your face.
“I had some trouble with the tenants in dads old place, so I thought it was probably time to sell it on.” You said.
Jax nodded and took a swig of his beer.
“So your not staying?” He asked.
You shook your head and smiled sadly.
“I don’t think I could.” You said.
Jax studied you closely and he sensed the pain in your voice.
It was still a struggle for you, even after all these years to be back in a town that held such painful memories and that was clear to him. Yet he still couldn’t help feeling disappointed.
It didn’t seem fair that you would leave again, after only just coming back into his life after so many years.
But he nodded understandingly.
“How are you anyway? Couldn’t help but notice your kutte.” You said.
Jax laughed and glanced down at the Vice President patch on his leather and nodded.
“Yeah, its a new addition.” He said proudly.
You sat at the bar for a while, reminiscing on the old times with Jax and Opie joined you for a while before heading home to see his family.
Eventually though it was time for you to head home and you stood and smoothed down your hair.
Jax walked you out and neither of you spoke as you headed for your car.
The night air was crisp and cool and you shivered slightly in the breeze.
Jax noticed and put his arm around your waist, pulling you into his warmth as you walked.
“When do you leave?” Jax asked quietly.
You stopped in front of tour car and looked at him with a shrug.
“Im not sure. Maybe a couple of weeks.” You answered.
Jax nodded and leant against the car as you opened the door.
“You should come by the club tomorrow night. We’re having a party.” Jax said.
You smiled at him and nodded.
“I’ll try to make an appearance.” You winked and Jax smirked back at you.
“It was really good to see you, (y/n).” Jax said quietly.
“It was good to see you too, Jax.” You smiled back.
From the conversations you’d had with him tonight it seemed he was single, no old lady.
But you hadn’t exactly asked outright so you didn’t want tog et your hopes up. Yet you couldn’t help the feeling of hope that crept into your mind.
It was silly, of course. You were leaving. But you couldn’t help but want Jax to feel the same way, and you wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him.
But you didn’t.
Instead, you slid into the seat of your car, waved goodbye to Jax and drove away.
And just like he had all this years ago, Jax watched you drive off. Only this time he felt something had changed.

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It was past 9pm by the time you got home the next day and after fumbling with your keys and flicking the lights on you dumped the load of paperwork onto the floor.
Who knew selling a house would be such a pain in the ass.
You had spent all day with a real estate agent, going over the property and discussing the market.
You had been grumpy all day, after getting barely any sleep yet again, and the last thing you wanted to do was get dressed and go to a SAMCRO party.
You walked around the living room and drew the curtains before sitting on the floor in the middle of the room and opening the carton of chinese food you had bought in the way home.
It probably wasn’t a good idea for you to go to the party anyway, you thought to yourself.
You were only in town to sell this damned house and it would only be a couple of weeks before you left again. It had been nice, seeing Jax again after yearning for him for so long.
But who were you kidding?
He wouldn’t feel the same way, especially not after so many years. And you were leaving.
There was no point in getting attached when it would just hurt more when you had to say goodbye again.
No, you would stay home. On the floor of an empty house eating chinese food.
You’d also bought a bottle of wine and you left the food on the floor as you walked to your bag and rummaged through it to find the bottle.
You pulled it out proudly, almost as if it was a newborn child, and you didn’t bother looking for glasses. You knew there was none.
So you opened the bottle and took a long gulp of wine.
Tonight you would enjoy your own miserable company.

You woke to a loud pounding on the door and you groaned as the room focused in front of you.
It was dark and you rubbed your eyes.
After drinking the bottle of wine and finishing your chinese, at some point you had passed out on the floor of the living room.
The pounding continued and you stumbled to your feet.
“Im coming!” You yelled. What time was it? The sun wasn’t up so it must be late, you thought.
Eventually you made your way to the front door and you swung it open.
Jax stood in the door way, the dark night illuminated by the moon shining down behind him.
“Good morning.” He said with a coy smirk on his face, as he glanced over your rumpled skirt and messy hair.
“What the fuck Jax? What time is it?” You asked and stifled a yawn.
“3.15.” He answered.
You groaned and leant against the doorway and wrapped your arms around yourself.
“What are you doing here?” You asked.
Gradually you began to wake up more and you suddenly felt self conscious under his gaze.
You were still dressed in your business skirt and shirt and your hair was a mess.
“You didn’t come to the party.” Jax answered. He glanced behind you, into the empty  house and noticed the bottle of wine and the empty food carton on the floor.
“Yeah, sorry Jax. I got home late.” You explained.
He nodded.
“Wanna go for a ride?”
“Its three in the morning Jax.” You groaned.
Hr laughed loudly and looked at you through his eye lashes as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette.
“Never stopped you before,” He winked.
You sighed and stood straight.
“Let me get changed.” You said before shutting the door ad leaving him in the night as you walked to your bedroom.
What were you doing? You thought to yourself. You had not gone to that party to stay away from Jax. You didn’t want to complicate things. And here he was, on your doorstep in the middle of the night.
You pulled off your skirt and tugged on a pair of jeans before ripping iff your blouse and rummaging through your bags for a sweater.
Its just one ride. You told yourself, desperately trying to convince yourself that this wasn’t a bad idea.
Quickly you tugged on some socks and your boots before walking back to the front door.
You knelt by your bag and pulled out your keys before walking tot he front door, opening and closing it behind you.
The night was crisp and the faint smell of tobacco filled the air as Jax leant against his bike, puffing on  his cigarette.
The moonlight shone down on him and even in this light he was ridiculously handsome.
You locked the door and slid the keys into your pocket and as you approached him Jax tossed his cigarette to the ground.
He held out a helmet and you took it before tugging it down onto your head and buckling the strap.
You watched as he swung his leg over and sat on his bike before looking back at you, a mischievous spark in his eyes.
You couldn’t help the grin spreading over your face as you placed your hands on his shoulders and swung your leg over the bike and sinking down behind him.
You shifted your hands to bis waist and you clutched at the leather as he brought the bike to life, the loud roar ripping through the quiet night.
Jax turned back to you and you nodded, reassuring him.
Slowly you rolled out of your driveway and you wrapped your arms tighter around his waist and pressed your face against his back, leaning your body with his as he turned the corner.
Gradually his speed increased as you moved through your street and into the open roads and you let the scent of his leather fill your lungs.
The streets blurred past you as the bike roared through the night and you held on toJax tightly.
Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

After an hour or so Jax pulled into a wooded area and rode slowly through the trees.
The track was familiar to you; it was where he used to bring you when you were young.
The area was surrounded by looming trees but it cleared out into a small opening and you had spent countless nights here, getting drunk with Opie and Jax, or simply lying on the ground and staring up at the stars.
The trees began to clear and Jax pulled the bike to a stop before killing the engine.
You swung your leg over first and lifted the helmet from your head before shaking your hair out and handing it back to Jax.
“This place hasn’t changed.” You said quietly. Your voice sounded delicate in the quiet of the night.
You couldn’t hear the roads from here, and the only sounds were the distant noises of animals and the light wind rustling through the leaves.
Jax followed you as you stepped over the grass and moved into the middle of the clearing, looking up through the opening in the trees and looking at the stars.
It was just as beautiful as you remembered.
You sat on the ground and Jax sat next to you.
Neither of you spoke for a while. You sat content in each others silent company.
“Why did you never come back?”
His words broke the silence and you struggled with your answer.
You glanced down at your hands in your lap and twiddled your thumbs.
“I couldnt.” Was all you said.
Jax nodded slowly and you sighed.
“It was too hard for me. After dad died I just couldn’t bare to bring myself back here.” You told him truthfully. “I was scared.”
You looked back up at the stars and admired their beauty.
“Did you want to? Come back?” Jax asked.
You turned to him and he met your gaze. Even in the dark light his blue eyes shone brightly and you smiled sadly.
“Everyday.” You whispered.
Jax studied you closely.
He reached his hand out and squeezed yours gently. The moment his hand touched yours you felt sparks shooting through your body.
His eyes locked on yours and he moved closer slightly. You weren’t sure if your heart had ever beat faster than it did in this moment.
As your heads slowly moved closer together you noticed everything about him. You noticed the slight speck of green in his blue eyes, barely big enough to notice. You noticed the small scar on his cheek and for a moment you wondered how he got it. You wanted to know everything about his life since you left,you wanted to know everything about this man that was right in front of you. But more than anything you wanted to feel his lips on yours.
Gradually his head moved closer to yours and you could feel the heat of his breath on your lips. You licked you lips nervously and glanced at his before looking back into his eyes.
Just as the loaning became almost unbearable Jax’s lips pressed against yours and the warmth of his mouth sent currents running through your body.
Your hands reached out and held either side of his face as his wrapped around your body and you whimpered slightly as his mouth moved in sync with yours.
Your lips moved in harmony with his and you ran your fingers through his thick hair, desperately clinging to him.
His mouth grew hungrier and he kissed you more fiercely now,exploring your mouth with his tongue. You could taste the cigarette and whiskey on his lips.
He gently pulled your body down till you were lying and he hovered his body over yours.
You opened your legs and Jax lay between them, his groin pressing against yours and you moaned softly at the weight of him on top of you.
Both of your breathing became more rapid as you made out on the grass like a couple of horny teenagers.
His fingers traced down your body and he gently slid them beneath your shirt and you whimpered softly as the coolness of his rings mixed with the warmth of your skin.
For a moment your lips parted and Jax smirked down at you before tracing his lips down your neck.
You arched your neck for him, allowing him to suck gently at your soft skin and you moaned once more.
His fingers traced further up your body and he cupped your breasts through the fabric of your bra.
You moaned and squirmed beneath him and Jax smirked as he lifted to his knees and tugged your shirt over your head.
Your hair splayed out around you messily and you looked at him through thick eye lashes.
A blush rose to your cheeks as he admired your body and gingerly you sat up and reached behind you to unclip your bra.
You met his gaze as you let the fabric fall from your skin and you tossed it onto the ground beside you before leaning back onto your eyebrows.
Jax licked his lips as his eyes explored your bare chest, and he was amazed that you could be covered in dirt and sweat and still smell and look like the best thing he’d ever seen, and he didn’t waste much time before leaning back over you.
He pressed a kiss to your lips once more before trailing them down your neck and across your chest.
Hr sucked gently as he moved, leaving a faint trail of bruises from your collarbone to your nipple.
You moaned as his tongue licked around your nipple and he sucked gently.
Jax growled at the sound of your whimpering beneath him and an urgency came over him.
His lips sucked rougher around your nipple now and his fingers fumbled with the button of your jeans.
Your fingers were in his hair, tugging at the strands gently.
Once he got your jeans unbuttoned he tugged them down your thighs quickly followed by your panties. He wasted no time in removing his own clothes and he hovered over you once more, his lips exploring your with an urgent hunger.
Your lips moved with his and you felt his fingers stroke through your wet folds and you opened your legs slightly wider, enjoying the feel of his hard cock on your inner thigh.
He works you with his fingers expertly, knowing just how to make you shudder and moan his name into the night.
He moves his fingers against you til your on the verge of your release when he stops and slides himself inside you, his hands moving to hold you by the hips gently.
He fills you slowly and you both moan as you stretch around him.
Slowly he rocks his hips against yours and it doesn’t take long til your begging for more.
His thrusts became rougher and harder and with each move he leaves you breathless.
The night is filled with the sound of your moans and his growls and his skin slapping against yours.
When you cum you scream his name as your walls clench around him and Jax growls as he finds his release, his hot seed filling you.
He slows his movements and gently slides out of you before collapsing to the ground beside you.
Both of you are panting heavily and he reaches for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as you both catch your breath and stare up at the stars.

You pressed your cheek to his leather as he rode through the night, your fingers clutching at the leather around his waist.
You couldn’t quite explain the mixture of emotions that ran through your body as you rode.
Making love with Jax had been everything and more than you could have ever imagined and you were still coming down from that high.
You had both laid beneath the stars for a while, lying naked on the grass.
Jax had helped you dress yourself and plucked leaves from your ruffled hair.
Neither of you had spoken much, but it wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable.
And as you drove closer back into town the reality of what had happened began to hit you in waves.
As the wind swept your hair out behind you a tear rolled down your cheek and you didn’t bother to wipe it away.

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“Are you sure about this, (y/n)?” Your real estate agent asked you.
You rolled your eyes and smiled at him from across the desk.
“For the millionth time, I’m sure.” You told him.
“We could get more for the property if you wait til the report comes back. It wont take more than a week.” He told you, a hint of concern in his voice.
“I know, Jeremy. But I need the house sold, like now.”
“Alright, whatever you say (y/n).” Jeremy said and shuffled the papers on the desk.
“I’ll get the ads up and the paperwork sent off right away.”
You smiled and stood, smoothing down your skirt.
“Thank you.”
Jeremy stood too and walked towards the door of his office before opening it for you.
You lifted your handbag off the chair next to you and swung it on to your shoulder.
“I’ll be round this afternoon to put the ‘For Sale’ signs up.” Jeremy told you.
You smiled and thanked him before walking past him and out of the office.
As you walked you felt your handbag vibrate and you sighed as you pulled out your cell phone.
He was trying to call you, again.
You hit ignore.
That makes it eight missed calls from him. Since you’d woken.
You’d lost count of the amount of times you’d hit ‘ignore’ to Jax’s calls in the last few days.
The last thing you needed was to hear his ‘we’re better off as friends’ speech.
So you saved him the bother and you’d been ignoring his calls ever since he’d left your house that night.
The next morning you’d woken and headed straight to the office,determined to get the house sold, and get the hell out of Charming.
You tossed your phone back into your bag and continued walking to your car.
You fumbled with the keys and eventually unlocked your door.
After sliding in and sticking the keys in the ignition you wound down the windows and turned the radio on, letting the music fill the air.
Your car pulled out of its park and you drove along the street before stopping at a red light.
Seconds past and thats when you heard it.
You could always hear them before you saw them and you gulped and gripped the wheel.
In a matter of seconds a dozen bikes sped past you and you recognised each member that passed.
None of them saw you, however and you were glad.
But that still didnt stop your heart almost beating out of your chest as Jax sped past you followed by his brothers.
Finally the light turned green and you drove on.
You needed to get out of this town, and quick.

The rest of the day passed quickly.
You had spent your time doing touch-ups on the property after you had bought some paint down town, and a camp chair too, so now at least you had something to sit on.
Paint splatters covers your grey tank and speckled your cheeks but you didn’t care. The only person you were seeing today was Jeremy, and he had just left after erecting the ‘For Sale’ sign on the front lawn.
You were lucky he put up with you, really. He had your best intentions at heart and wanted you to get the best price for your fathers property.
But money was the last of your concerns. You just wanted it sold.
So you had argued and argued and finally he had agreed to put the ads out at a generously reduced price.
The house was a steal.
It wasn’t in the greatest of conditions but for the price you were asking for, you knew the buyer wouldn’t care.
A bargain.
You heard a knock on the door faintly over the blasting noise of your music.
A frown came to your lips and you knelt, resting your pain brush on top of the bucket.
You hadn’t heard any bikes pull up yet you still didn’t feel completely relieved.
Its probably just Jeremy. You told yourself as you walked through the house.
You quickly turned the volume down on your portable speakers and walked to the door.
As you reached for the handle you wiped your hair out of your face and swung it open.
It wasn’t Jeremy.
It was Gemma fucking Teller.
She stood leaning against the wall, her oversized sunglasses framing her face.
You sighed when your saw her pursed lips and you crossed your arms over your chest.
“What do you want, Gemma?” You asked.
She would have to be deaf to not hear the attitude in your voice and she raised her eye brows at you.
She paused before speaking, taking in your messy bun and your paint splattered face and clothes.
“That how you answer the door to all your visitors?” She asked coolly.
“Only the ones I don’t wanna see on my doorstep.” You bit back.
You had no right to be so catty, really. Gemma had done nothing wrong, and neither had Jax. It was you that had cut all contact yet you still felt irritated having her turn up like this and you knew she was about to give you one of her famous lectures.
She smirked slightly at your words and lifted her sunglasses, letting them sit on her head.
“There a reason you’ve been avoiding phone calls?” She asked you, her dark eyes watching you closely.
“Been busy.” You shrugged.
Gemma sighed and stepped closer.
“Listen here, missy. I don’t know what happened between you and Jackson. But you have no right to turn up in this town after all these years and break his heart all over again.”
You glared at her but she didn’t budge.
“You owe him an explanation at least. Dint you dare leave town without telling him exactly why you came back just to rip his heart out.”
Her words cut through you like ice but you didn’t let her see it.
Instead you sighed and rolled your eyes.
“Get off my porch, Gemma.”
She looked you over once more before pushing off the wall and turning her back.
She took two steps before she stopped.
“He loves you. Remember that.” She said over her shoulder before walking down the steps towards her car.
You closed the door quickly and pressed your back against it, looking around the empty room.
Fucking Gemma Teller and her fucking lectures.

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Two days had passed since Gemma had turned up at your front door, and it had been a week since that night with Jackson.
You sat alone in the diner, staring at the plate of food in front of you, poking it gingerly with your fork.
The phone calls had become less frequent but they hadn’t stopped, yet you still hadn’t found the courage to answer any of them. Not even Opies calls.
“Something wrong with the food, darlin?”
You glanced up and saw the waitress standing by the booth, a look of her concern on her face as she looked at the plate of food in front of you, untouched.
“Not at all. Just not as hungry as I thought.” You told her and smiled warmly.
She smiled back at you and left you to your own misery.
You sighed and left the fork on the table, resting your chin in your hand and your elbow on the table and you glanced into the street.
Even at night time Chamring still had a certain spark about it.
The streets, illuminated with street lights and neon signs in windows, the smell of fried food filling the streets.
Gemma was right, of course. You knew you couldn’t leave with out talking to him.
You didn’t even really know why you were ignoring him at all.
Someone had placed an offer on the house today and Jeremy had called you excitedly, knowing your be glad to hear of the progress. But you hadn’t been.
The offer was more than you were asking for yet you couldn’t bring yourself to go down to the office and sign off on the papers.
There was something you had to do first.
You sighed and slid out of the booth and after tossing a twenty dollar tip on the table you left the diner.
You had driven down but you didn’t head to your car.
It was only a short walk to TM,and you could use the time to figure out exactly what you were going to say.

The walk had been a good idea, giving you a chance to clear your mind and as you walked into the TM lot a wave of confidence washed over you.
You saw the row of bikes lined up and the light filling the lot from the open doors of the garage.
Music pumped through the walls of the clubhouse,but it wasn’t loud enough to signify a SAMCRO party, which you were relieved about.
As you walked silently into the lot you could hear the faint banter and smell of weed and almost instantly the nerves returned.
No one had seen you yet, and you knew it wasn’t to late to turn around.
But you couldn’t bring yourself to stop your feet from moving and gradually you turned the corner to the picnic table.
Jax sat with his back facing you, but you could recognise his blond hair anywhere.
Opie sat beside him and opposite them sat Juice and Tig.
All of them talking amongst themselves, puffing on cigarettes and joints and sipping on beers ad whiskey.
You fumbled with your fingers.
Juice spotted you out of the corner of his eye and he turned to you, smiling warmly.
Eventually they all saw Juice looking at something and all of them turned.
You felt so small, so fragile when those blue eyes fell on you and for a moment you forgot you weren’t alone.
Silence fell and Jax closed his mouth tightly.
The rest of the men stood and Juice and Tig headed inside, nodding to Jax.
Opie walked to you and kissed your cheek before heading inside, leaving you alone with Jax.
He turned his back to you and took a long swig of his beer.
You forced your feet to move and you slowly walked towards the table before sliding onto the bench opposite him.
Jax took a long drag of his cigarette, and you watched him blow it out.
He still didn’t look at you or say anything and you twiddled your thumbs in your lap.
“How are you?” You asked quietly.
Almost instantly you regretted saying anything at all.
Jax glanced at you with a raised brow.
“How am I?” He repeated.
You blushed and gulped, unsure of how to respond.
Jax scoffed and rubbed his hand across his face.
“Jesus Christ, (y/n). What are you doing here?” He asked you. There was a coldness to his tone and you shuddered slightly.
“I.. I thought we should talk.” You said quietly.
“Now you wanna talk? I tried calling you. A million fucking times. But now you wanna talk?” Jax snarled now and you could definitely sense the anger radiating off him.
You stood and dropped your hands.
“This was a mistake.” You said.
“Typical. You cant keep running forever, (y/n).” Jax said.
You had only taken a few steps when he spoke and you stopped.
“I shouldn’t have come back.” You said and Jax spun in his seat.
His nostrils were flared and you knew he was angry.
“So why did you?” He asked and he stood.
“You know why.” You told him and you felt tears rising behind your eyes.
“No. I don’t know. You could have sold the house from the city. We both know that. So why’d you come back? Why now?” He stepped closer to you, narrowing the gap between you and you stepped back.
You didn’t know how to answer him.
“It doesn’t matter why, Jax. The house sold. Im leaving again, so you can just pretend this never happened.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. You had an offer on the house, all you had to do was sign it over.
Jax scoffed and shook his head before looking at you once more.
His blue eyes were filled with fire and you shuddered under his gaze.
“So thats it, huh? Your just gonna forget about me and you?!” Jax snarled, his voice rising.
You stepped back once more and your back hit the wall.
“I could never forget about you, Jackson.” You spat back.
He smirked evilly and moved closer, placing his hands on the wall either side of your head.
“So what, you just wanna fuck me and leave, huh?”
You gulped and glared at him.
“Atleast you got what you wanted.” Jax snarled and turned, walking away from you.
You clenched your fists.
“Fuck you!” You screamed. God, it made you angry that he was right. You had treated him like shit all these years, and especially this week.
Jax shook his head and continued walking.
“You wanna know why it took me so long to comeback?” You yelled.
Finally he turned back to face you and you stepped closer to him, your body shaking with emotion.
“Because I fucking love you, you idiot!” You yelled. “I was so fucking terrified that if I came back you would have moved on, that you’d have an old lady. And i knew I wouldn’t be able to handle that. And yeah, maybe I shouldn’t have fucked you the other night. But i thought id do you the favour of ending things with me. We both know I cant stay here!”
Jax stared at you, his mouth slightly open.
You breathed heavily, and you had never felt more vulnerable that you did right in that moment.
“What did you say?” Jax asked slowly.
You scoffed ad turned around.
“Forget it Jax. I’ll be out of town by the end of the week.”
Your footsteps were rapid as you walked away from him and you didn’t hear him call after you.
Suddenly though, you heard heavy footsteps behind you and before you could react he grabbed your wrist and spun your body to face him.
His hand gripped your face and he crashed his lips against yours.
For a moment you let him in, let him kiss you so desperately.
But you quickly came to your senses and you shoved him away from you with all your force.
“I love you.” He said quietly.
You froze, only your eyes moving to meet his.
“What?” You whispered.
“God, (y/n), I love you. I have since you left.” Jax said.
A tear escaped your eye and you let it roll gently down your cheek.
“It broke my heart when you left. And Ive been with other women, lots of them. But every women I have ever been with, I have seen you. Its always been you.”
His words echoed in your ears and you stared at him as tears rolled down your cheeks.
You stepped closer to him and he reached his hand out, letting his finger gently wipe away the tears.
“I cant lose you again.” Jax whispered.
His blue eyes glistened with his own tears and you gulped before you stepped closer and reached up to kiss his lips.
“The house didn’t sell. I only got an offer.” You told him truthfully.
Jax grinned and shook his head slightly. He reached his hand out and swept your hair behind your ear before holding your face gently, his thumb stroking your cheek.
“Dont sell it.” He told you. “Stay here, in Charming.”
“Ive got a job Jax, and an apartment-“
“So quit. We’ll find you work here. Please, (y/n), I cant lose you again.”
You looked into his eyes and saw the hurt you had caused him all these years, the begging.
Slowly, you nodded.
“Okay.”
Jax grinned and pressed his lips against yours.
“I love you, (y/n).  I really love you.”
You grinned back at your best friend, the love of your life.
“I love you too, Jax.”


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Sorry if theres any grammar or spelling mistakes, i can never be bothered editing and my phone loves to auto correct so if it doesn’t make sense i apologise.

Hope you liked this!

All My Friends Are Heathens, Pt.6

Summary: In an alternate universe where monsters roam freely among humans, eight of these creatures group together under one roof. Their newest member, a dark vampire, comes to meet their reoccurring house guest who may be more than what she seems.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2522
Genre: AU
Warnings: Mild sexual content, the likeliness of Roo getting axed for more slow burn.
A/N: So in this part, we experience Bucky’s POV on that same day and get a little more into his character because reasons. It ties in with his backstory from the Pt3 Prequel as well.

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Prequel | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 |

[Previously]

After wishing them a good time and saying your goodbyes, you watched the remainder of your friends take off for the night. Leaving you alone and still thinking about where the hell Bucky could be.


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Red Light

Requested By: @tegan-and-or-sara hiiii.

can i request a cole x reader fic about finally realizing he’s in love with the reader when they’re babysitting a kid and he sees how good you are with kids? or something cute along those lines with fluff? sorry if it’s long!

Pairing: Cole x Reader

Description: You and Cole became close friends during school, you got even closer during college. You did like Cole, but you never let your feelings get in the way since he never showed anything back. One day however, Cole helped you babysit one of your neighbors kids while you were home for the weekend. Cole saw a different side of you he’d never seen before, making him realize the girl he’s wanted has been in front of him the entire time.

Warnings: Nothing, just fluff :)

Word Count: 1,988

A/N: This was really fun to write, especially since my baby cousin was just over so this prompt was perfect to write today. I hope you enjoy! :)

Originally posted by aelexithymia

Growing up you were a bit of a loner, that is until you met Cole during class one day in school.

Since then you two had become closer, you hung out after school almost everyday creating a strong bond.

Your parents loved Cole, and Cole loved them just as much.

He’d always bring them something to make them smile, which made your heart warm.

You would be lying if you didn’t admit you liked Cole, he was that perfect guy, even better since your parents already liked him.

School went by in a flash and you both soon were off to college.

You both ended up going to the same college so you two were still extremely close.

You’d walk to classes together, have lunch together, even study together for certain tests.

The only downfall was there was a lot of girls in college, pretty girls, girls that liked Cole, girls that weren’t you.

During the first semester, Cole started dating a girl named Victoria.

She was nice, but deep in your heart you felt a pang of jealously, you wished it was you with him and not her.

Since he had a girlfriend you both slowly started drifting, those walks to classes slowly diminished, eating lunch together became a single lunch, and studying became a one person thing.

You lost your best friend, and your soulmate.

You tried your best to hide how you felt, but it was clear that you were upset.

Your friends tried to ask you what was wrong, but you just told them you were tired from staying up too late from studying.

They were hesitant, but believed you.

It had been weeks since you’d seen Cole, or even talked to him.

You missed the goofy boy beside you, but you didn’t want to be needy.

You did your best to push it to the back of your mind, walking to class to take your test you had studied for all night.

“Hey Y/N! Y/N wait up!” You heard from behind you, making you confused to who would even be calling your name.

You turned around to see Cole running down the side walk to catch up to you.

He eventually caught up with you, walking next to you.

“Long time no see.” You muttered, looking straight ahead of you.

“I know, I know, I’m really sorry Y/N.” Cole sighed, tugging on his hair.

“You just disappeared you know? Shut me out without any warning.” You spoke frustrated, clenching your textbook in you hands.

“I know, and I’m sorry, it’s just Victoria.. She didn’t want me hanging out with you.” He admitted sadly, looking everywhere but at you.

You just nodded, biting your lip.

You both walked in an awkward silence, not knowing what to say till you broke the ice.

“So where is she now?” You glanced at him, catching him off guard.

“I broke up with her.” He stated bluntly, no emotion in his voice.

You just nodded, you thought you’d feel happiness, but you didn’t really feel anything, just numb.

“Well I have a test to take, so bye.” You spoke quickly, trying to rush into the building.

Cole was too quick for you though, catching your arm before you could get away from him.

“Hey, wait, lets hang out tonight, like old times?” He questioned, looking at you, but you wouldn’t look back at him.

“I can’t, I’m babysitting my neighbors kid tonight.” You responded, fidgeting underneath his stare.

“Let me come with you, it’ll be fun I promise.” He begged, tilting your chin up so you’d look at him.

He smiled softly, making you sigh in defeat.

“Fine. Meet me at my dorm, six o'clock.” You pointed at him, as he nodded, smiling.

He let go of your arm, letting you enter the building, to go off to take your test.

Once class was over you went back to your dorm to pack, gathering everything you needed.

It was getting closer to six o'clock, and Cole wasn’t at your dorm yet, making you nervous.

You waited a few more minutes, before seeing him running down the side walk.

You gave him a look, which made him laugh.

“I made it!” He huffed, giving you a wink that made you roll your eyes playfully.

“You’re lucky Sprouse.” You laughed, poking his cheek which he instantly swatted away.

You both then started your journey home, jamming out to music in the car the entire way.

You were having fun and so was Cole, something you two had missed for a long time.

You soon arrived at your neighbors house, eager to see them since it’d been a while.

You walked up to the door, ringing the doorbell, only to hear someone sprinting to the door excitedly.

“Y/N!” The little girl yelled, reaching for you so you could pick her up, which you gladly did.

“Hi, I’ve missed you Emily.” You smiled, hugging her and walking inside, Cole following behind you.

“Hi Mr. and Mrs. Thomas.” You smiled, making them smile back and give you a hug.

“I hope you don’t mind but I brought along Cole.” You laughed, making them laugh too.

“Not a problem, we are however heading out now though, we’ll be back around ten.” She smiled, as you nodded.

“Have fun!” You smiled, waving to them as they left.

You closed the door, still holding Emily.

“So what would you like to do?” You questioned the little girl.

“Let’s play a game!” She smiled happily, as you set her down so she could go get her favorite board game.

You walked back over to Cole who was watching you.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You joked, making him smile and shake his head.

“I never realized how great you were with kids.” He admitted, looking at you.

You shrugged, sitting on the floor in front of him.

He was about to speak but Emily came rushing into the room with her game of ‘Sorry!’ her favorite board game they always played when she watched her.

“I have to warn you Cole, she’s great at this game, always wins!” You pretend pouted, making Emily giggle.

Cole just smiled, he was seeing a side of you that made him feel happy, feel something he didn’t know was there before.

That’s when it hit him, seeing you play with a little kid, made him realize how much he was in love with you.

He felt stupid for not realizing it earlier, even worse since he had shut you out for so long.

“Cole it’s your turn.” Emily giggled, snapping him out of his thoughts and grin at the little girl.

“You’re so on.” He challenged playfully, making her laugh even more.

You played the game for hours, Emily won all of them of course, making her feel powerful.

Time flew by, you ended up putting a movie on that she fell asleep to.

Her parents soon walked in, seeing she was asleep and thanking you for watching her.

You hugged them goodbye along with Cole and started your trip home.

You had the radio on low, focused on the road until you heard Cole clear his throat.

You glanced over at him, seeing he was thinking really hard.

“Think too much and you’ll get wrinkles.” You joked, making him huff and smile.

“I have a good excuse.” He defended, doing hand motions.

“Okay, I’m ready.” You smiled, stopping at a red light.

“Okay, here it goes.” He took a deep breath, looking at you.

“Y/N, I’m really sorry for what happened between us, but tonight, it made me realize something, something that I should of seen a long time ago.” He explained, making your heart race.

What was he doing? Why was he saying all of this to you?

“Y/N, seeing you play with Emily made me realize how much you meant to me, how much you make an influence on my life, how much you make me so happy.” He smiled, messing with his hair, something he did when he was nervous.

“What I’m trying to say is, Y/N I love you, I know you probably don’t feel the same way, but I’m crazy about you.” He blurted out, making you blink.

You were shocked, you never expected him to say this, for your best friend to finally admit his feelings for you.

The light had turned green but you couldn’t move, people started honking at you but you didn’t care.

“Y/N, the light it green, people are honking.” Cole spoke up, waving apologetically to people who were driving around you.

“I don’t care.” You finally spoke, turning to him.

“I’ve waited way too long for this.” You confessed, making his eyebrows scrunch in confusion.

You leaned over, kissing him passionately, catching him off guard but soon kissing you back.

You soon pulled away, a stunned Cole sitting next to you.

You laughed at his reaction, pulling up to the famous red light once again.

“Man, I’m so glad we got stuck at a red light.” He laughed, making you laugh along with him.

“Me too Cole, me too.” You smiled, as he grabbed your hand, creating butterflies in your stomach.

Who would of thought being stuck at a red light could be the greatest moment of your life.

capitaine-odette  asked:

CS + mutual pining

This is my kryptonite! My brain immediately went to S3 so enjoy some canon divergence where they defeated Zelena but there was no time portal.  

T | 1.2k 


It had been a month and a half since Emma had left Storybrooke to return to her life in New York City with Henry, a month and a half of trying to get their life back to normal after the return of their memories and the defeat of the Wicked Witch of the West, a month and a half of no magic or fairytale characters–except for her parents who she called or texted regularly and two visits from the Evil Queen herself.

Regina’s third visit was scheduled for this weekend and though she usually swept Henry off to some fancy hotel for a few nights Emma wasn’t really in the mood for her sharp looks or pointed questions about life in the city. Emma wasn’t stupid and knew that the only reason Regina had agreed to let her take Henry back to New York was because she assumed they wouldn’t be staying there for long, an idea her parents had no doubt encouraged. They all seemed to think Emma was some unruly teenager and her return to New York was just a phase instead of a thought out and conscious decision made by a rational adult who didn’t want her son burned alive or captured by flying monkeys.

It was a little after five when the knock came and Emma took a fortifying breath before opening the door.

“Hook?”

“Swan!” The pirate beamed, his entire face lighting up at the sight of her, and her heart dropped down to her stomach. It had been a month and a half since she had seen him, all black leather, eyeliner, and dancing eyes; she wasn’t prepared for how good it felt. He had come after her and she knew that she should be angry, because she had explicitly told him not to follow her, but seeing him at her door all she felt was the rush of her blood and an overwhelming urge to smile. She fought the urge and forced her mouth into a thin line. His smile lost most of its brightness and his eyes flicked past her.

“Is the lad ready?” He asked in an almost formal tone.

“Henry? Why would you–?

“Regina didn’t–?“

As if on cue Emma’s phone went off and a big red apple filled the screen. With a huff, she answered.

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anonymous asked:

could you do prompt 80 with Edmund please?

This is so cute! (One of my fav prompts tbh) Hope you enjoy! Xoxo

80. “See, look, I almost shot someone!” “Yeah, that was me.”

Originally posted by writingissatansworstnightmare

"Oh, not you too!” You groaned and stared up at Peter. 

“I’m just saying you should try,” he insisted. 

“No, you’re just trying to get your brother off your back!” You retorted and the high king laughed. 

“Be that as it may, he’s just worried about your well-being if you remain on the front lines of battle. I know it would ease his mind if he knew you were stationed somewhere safer,” Peter reasoned and you sighed. 

“I’m perfectly good with a sword and a shield, I do not need to be coddled.”
He sighed heavily. 

“Look, (Y/N), Ed loves you and it troubles him to have you in immediate danger. Losing you would devastate him. Please, I’m asking you to see it from his side.”
Your face softened slightly and you rubbed your hand on your temple. 

“Fine, I’ll do it. Just to get it over with.”

Peter grinned and ruffled your hair. 

“Great. Susan is downstairs,” he smiled and turned, his shoulders shaking with laughter as you called out after him: “How did you know I would agree?”

With a heavy sigh you treaded down the steps and smiled when you noticed Susan. 

“I figured you might be harder to convince than Peter imagined,” she laughed and handed you a bow and quiver. 

“Well, I guess Edmund has enlisted all his siblings in the whole affair. First Lucy, then Peter, now you." Susan chuckled. 

"Did you expect any less from my brother? He’s very hard headed.”
Nodding with a small smile, the two of you set off walking to a nearby hill which was used for archery practice. 

After she demonstrated how to notch the arrow, she held one out for you. 

“I’ll show you how to notch it straight from the quiver after you get the basics down. Alright, so you pull the string back to your cheek,” she gestured for you to try. 

When the string grew taught, you turned towards her and she jumped backwards. 

“Don’t aim it at me!” She shouted. 

“Oh, Aslan!” You whirled around and let go of the string, the arrow flying through the air and disappearing into the forest. A startled yelp sounded from within the shrubbery and you met Susan’s wide eyes.  

“Why did you do that?” She cried and you shook your head frantically. 

“I don’t know! You shouted at me and I didn’t know what to do!” You defended and the two of you hiked up your dresses to hurry in the direction of the arrow.  

“I figured you knew better than to point it at me!” Susan retorted and you groaned. 

“I wanted to make sure I was holding it right!" 

When you emerged into the clearing you noticed several young soldiers standing around and staring at the arrow which had embedded itself into a tree trunk. 

”(Y/N)?“ Whirling around, you came face to face with Edmund who’s face seemed rather pale. "Susan?" 

"I told you I shouldn’t try this!” You held up the bow before he slowly pieced together what had happened. 

“Su? Why-”

“Oh!” She threw up her hands. “You’re the one that wanted her to learn!“ 

"I just wanted you to teach her the basics, not have her bloody try to murder someone!” Edmund croaked. 

“I should have just stuck to swords, Ed, I’m no archer! See! I almost shot someone!" 

Your husband shook his head, an exasperated smile tugging at his lips.  

Yeah, that was me.“

You dropped the bow. 

"I almost shot you?” You exclaimed and glanced between him and the arrow. “I don’t know whether to cry or say good riddance.”

At this the men around you burst into laughter, Susan even joined in. 

“I’ll let you two finish this, (Y/N), no offense but I think archery isn’t your strong suit,” she smiled and waved goodbye to the two of them and the fellow soldiers who were still chuckling. 

“Even Susan’s given up on me!" 

Edmund smiled and pulled you into his arms, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

Bonus:
"Maybe Susan just wasn’t the right teacher,” Edmund offered as you both sank into your mattress. 

“What ever do you mean by that?” You Rose an eyebrow as you turned on your side, staring at him curiously. 

“Well… maybe you just need a more hands on approach-”

He was abruptly cut off as a pillow slammed into his face. 

“You’re lucky I love you, Edmund Pevensie.”

"I love you too, (Y/N) Pevensie…” he paused. “I didn’t hear a no though.”

You could practically hear his lopsided smile as you groaned and covered your smile with your arm.

SPN 12 Finale Speculation

Okay so I’m gonna throw some things I noticed about the season 12 finale out there and I would really like some input, if you agree, disagree, or what your take on it is.

1. Castiel’s death

As said on my previous post, Cas will 100% be back. I know this because Misha tweeted “Cass [or Cas] does have a future” and the Scooby Doo episode for season 13, Jared accidentally let slip that Misha had done voice recording with them. So he’s not dead, but who knows where the plot will go with this. So here’s this:
Cas stormed in there and he stabbed Lucifer yeah, it obviously didn’t affect Luci as his eyes turned red and all. How did Cas manage to get to the portal, he was literally directly in Lucifers arm reach and he was angry. And when he DID come to the other side and saw Dean and Sam, he didn’t seem phased, not like he barely escaped or like lucifer almost killed him, but he seemed calm and Cas is smart enough to know not to just stand there in front of a portal with an angry lucifer behind him.
So that could mean several things:
•Something happened off screen in which Cas got a significant advantage.
•someone saved Cas (like maybe Bobby)
•that wasn’t our real Cas, it would have been AU Cas.

My personal guess as to how they will bring Cas back is via Jack. Deeper discussion of this theory is on my last post.

2. Rowena’s death

Was SKETCHY. Rowena is a mistress over death, and they kill her without her kill scene being on screen?? We didn’t see Ruth at all in the episode, ALL we saw was a burnt corpse and a lock of red hair. There are many ways that they can manipulate that vague scene and bring her back. I can’t say for certain, but they could.

3. Crowley’s death

Unlike Rowena and Castiel’s death, Crowley went out perfectly. He had the dramatic-goodbye-line that made me cry “bye boys.” His death wasn’t meaningless, there was a direct reason for it. It was just very good. I am still very sad about it, Crowley was one of my favorites, and they COULD bring him back because there is RUMOR of Mark being signed up for season 13 as well, but that’s rumor and not reliable at the moment. If Rowena comes back, she could bring him back. But his character went full circle and I am sad to say we may have truly said goodbye to our favorite demon.

4. Jack

There are a lot of mixed feelings about him out there. Though, I still think he will be the one to bring Cas back and if he brings Cas back guess who else he can bring back. His mommy. Maybe(?) he will watch that little video she recorded for him and that will trigger emotions somehow, Idk. It’s hard to say if he’s gonna be a bad bad guy or a more like Crowley “bad” guy but comes in handy and wins our hearts. Too soon to tell.

Also, i would like to casually point out that the season ended the way season one began. Sam in a nursery with a yellow-eyed demon :)

Give me feedback guys :3

let the moon do what she does

A reunion “fix-it” for @abbadons-little-witch and @hencethebravery because we’re aching. Spoilers for 6x14. ~1k words.

She’s at war with herself.

She watches the Nautilus break above the threshold of the sea, first its scope, then the entire body of the submarine. As the vessel grows nearer and nearer, Emma can feel her walls climbing up to shield against the impending disappointment when Killian does not come off that ship. Part of her thinks it’s stupid to believe that he’d be there. She’s looked everywhere, and so why should Nemo’s ship be any different.

And then there’s that gnawing feeling in her gut, the one that tells her when he’s sad, when he’s hiding something, and most importantly, when he’s in danger. It’s that ache that feels much like the last one, and if something happened to him (again) she isn’t sure how she’ll make it this time. Not after everything they’ve been through, not after they’ve gotten so close to a happy future.

Nemo is the first to come out, eyes scanning over the few people that came to welcome them back. Emma had been under the impression that Nemo would be departing with Liam and his crew indefinitely, which is what caught her eye when she felt the rumble of the submarine surfacing. When the captain’s gaze lands on her, Emma swears she sees him soften.

It appears as though someone might be coming out next, but suddenly they’re shoved out of the way and a familiar head of inky hair pokes out from the hatch. Emma’s heart stops in her chest, and if only for a moment, everything feels like it’s falling back into place.

Killian,” she chokes in a quiet voice that sounds half like a whimper. As if the wind carried his sweet name to his ears, his head snaps up. The moonfall that reflects on the water is enough illuminescence to show Emma the comforting blues of his eyes. One look at him and she realizes there will never be a place where she doesn’t belong completely to him.

She sees him say her name, a recognizable shape on his lips. He must be saying it in his own whispers of disbelief, because she can’t hear it until he comes barreling forward.

A few quick observations meet her acquaintance as he rushes forward. The first being that he is filthy, patches of blood and dirt sticking to his messy hair and skin. Then she realizes that she seems to be walking toward him, a reflex that takes over when he comes near her like a magnet. The last things she notices are the few tears that trace down his cheek, smearing away dirt in their tracks.

“Emma?” he calls, boots stomping on the snowy ground. “Emma.”  

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*Blizzard* Newt x reader

◘ mare-doe asked: 

The reader and Newt are acquaintances from the Hufflepuff house and Newt starts taking interest in the reader when he sees (him/her) laughing with (his/her) friends at hogsmeade. They meet years later then get stuck in a speakeasy when a blizzard leaves them stranded. ;)

❋ Don’t question why they don’t just apparate out. Just let this happen…. 

Newt wasn’t one to talk much to the other students attending Hogwarts. In fact, he rather preferred to be alone with his nose in a book reading about various magical creatures. His mother being a hippogriff breeder, he found at a very young age his love and admiration for these magical beasts and hoped to someday travel the world in search of them and study them up close.

Of course, because of his rather quiet and lonesome demeanor, other students did pick on him every so often and occasionally compared him to his older brother, Theseus, who was much different than Newt; the complete opposite in fact. He was popular, outgoing and always seemed to have a pretty girl hanging off his arm.

Today was the trip to Hogsmeade and as usual, Newt sat on a bench outside the shops reading a new book he bought and minding his own business. It wasn’t until he glanced up momentarily at the sound of laughter that he laid eyes upon the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

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Skam week. Part 26

Idea explained here.

You can find all the parts here.

Friday 3:35pm

It’s coming. That’s what Sana thought when the bell that indicated the end of the classes rang. She had spent the whole night thinking about that exact moment, the moment when she would have to face him, this time for real. No excuses, no escaping, no avoiding. Just the both of them, in front of each other, talking about them. She would listen to him and he would listen to her and then they would have to make a decision, stop everything or take the plunge and try.

She got out of her class and walked down the hallway thinking about what she was about to face when she heard someone calling her.

“Hey! Sana!” Noora said approaching her “How are you?”

“I’m fine, I guess” she said

“Have you talked to him?” Noora asked not knowing if she should.

“No. Or yes. I mean, he texted me last night. Apparently Elias told him that I like him”

“No he didn’t!” Noora said widening her eyes

Yes, he did.” Sana said rolling her eyes “He heard us talking yesterday and went to talk to Yousef and ask him for an explanation”

“And did he give one?”

“Yeah, but Elias only told me some things, I actually want to hear it from him”

“That means you’re going to talk to him?” Noora stopped her and smiled

“I texted him last night, I told him we could talk after school” Sana said biting her lip.

That’s awesome!”

“I haven’t decided what I’m going to do yet. But I’m willing to listen to him, though”

“Of course, no pressure”

“Have you…” Sana started, fearing the answer to the question she was about to ask “Have you talked to him?”

“Me?” Noora asked confused. Then she understood what she was insinuating “No, no, no. Sana, no. We don’t talk. He only texted me yesterday via Facebook because he thought you may listen to me instead of him. But we don’t text each other. At all”

“Okay, that’s good to know” Sana said smiling to herself

“Aw, look at you all smiley!” Noora said tenderly

“I still have to hear his side of the story but at least now I’m in a better place than where I was a week ago”

“Of course, and no one is expecting you to do anything that you’re not comfortable with but it’s nice to see you smiling and that he’s able to make you smile like that”

“Yeah…” Sana said biting her lip “I’m actually really nervous, I’m shaking right now”

Sana showed Noora her hands and she was in fact shaking.

“What if I mess it up? What if he messes it up? What if he’s changed his mind?” Sana said worried

“Hey, don’t think about that. Just wait and see what happens”

Sana nodded and both of the girls restarted their way out of the building when Sana heard her name being called again. This time it wasn’t one girl but three the ones approaching them, Eva, Chris and Vilde.

“Sana, wait!” Eva yelled.

The three girls got to them and stopped in front of them clearly nervous.

“Sana, we want to apologize about yesterday” Chris started “we didn’t react the way we were supposed to. We should’ve left with you instantly but we were so shocked in that moment. But still, it’s not an excuse and we’re sorry”

“And also, we’re sorry we’ve been shitty friends lately” Eva added “We were too focused on being popular and partying that we didn’t realize that you were feeling left out, that we were leaving you out. And we know is not only about the pepsimax girls and that we’ve been behaving like that for a really long time and we’re sorry for that. And we left the bus by the way”

“Also…Sana” Vilde said with a thread of voice not daring to look at her in the eyes “I’m really sorry…I know that I say things that I shouldn’t say and that I’m an ignorant sometimes and I know that’s not an excuse but I’m really sorry if I hurt you. I’ll try to think before talking from now on. Maybe you can educate me so I won’t be an ignorant anymore and I can understand you better? I really want to be friends again.”

Sana took a moment to process of the words. She wasn’t expecting any of that. She had already convinced herself that the girls were better off without her. But them apologizing to her, that was unexpected, especially coming for Vilde.

“Girls, it’s okay. You really don’t have to leave the bus because of me. Especially you, Vilde. You were really excited about the whole bus thing”

“I don’t want to be in a bus where you’re not Sana, where neither of you are. I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I really love you guys and the whole purpose of this bus thing was to be friends with you” Vilde said

“And we’ve broken that promise and we’re really sorry for that” Eva added.

“Besides, we could rent a bicycle and still be cooler than their bus, because we’d have you girl” Chris said making all the girls laugh

I don’t even know what to say” Sana said

“Say you’ll forgive us? Please?” Vilde said pouting

Sana looked at Noora and she scrunched up her nose in this cute way she always did while nodding.

“Of course I forgive you” Sana finally said

“Yaay” Vilde said starting a group hug with all the girls.

“I’m so happy that we’re all together again. You should’ve seen Sara’s face when we told her we were leaving them” Eva said laughing

“I can picture it” Sana said

“Sana? One more thing” Vilde started “Can you tell Elias I’m sorry for what I said about him?”

“I will” Sana said nodding

“So, what’s new?” Chris asked

“Well, Sana is late to a meeting” Noora said looking at her watch

“A meeting? With who?” Vilde asked

“Is it a boy, Sana?” Eva wanted to know

“It is!” Noora confirmed

“Oh, Sana! You have a date? That’s so cute” Vilde said

“It’s not a date. I’m just meeting a guy to talk about some things” Sana said blushing

“Sounds like a date to me, girl” Eva laughed

“Who’s the guy? Do we know him?”

Sana looked at Chris, who had just talked, and then at Noora who nodded.

“They’re going to find out anyway” the blonde girl said

“It’s Yousef, my brother’s friend. We’re just going to talk about some stuff”

“But I thought Noora was the one that liked Yousef…” Vilde said thinking

“Vilde!” Noora said putting her arm around Vilde’s shoulder “Remember that thing about thinking before talking? Yeah? Why don’t you start right now?”

“Sorry…”

Sana just rolled her eyes and laughed, at least she was apologizing now, that’s progress.

The girls finally got out of the school building. Eva stopped them and pointed at something in front of them.

“Aren’t those Isak and Even?” she asked “And isn’t that Yousef?”

“What?” Sana said widening her eyes

“I thought they were mad at each other” Noora wondered.

“Uh, I think I better get going and find out what’s going on. I’ll see you girls” Sana said waving goodbye

“Good luck!” She heard one of the girls saying


Sana approached the three guys and was surprised when she found them talking very calmly.

“Hi! Everything alright here?” She asked frowning

Isak and Even turned to her with a big smile while Yousef just looked at her like he hadn’t seen her in two years, eyes widened, mouth slightly parted, his heart pounding fast in his chest.

“Yes, we were just talking about the old times” Even said

“Okay?” Sana said unsure.

“Yousef was apologizing for what happened on Friday, and so were we” Isak added

“You were?” Sana asked looking at Yousef for the first time since she had arrived.

The boy only nodded, still too nervous to talk. Sana couldn’t help but smirk noticing his expression.

“So, everything’s cool between you?” Sana asked facing Even and Isak again

“Yeah, everything’s cool” Even said “There’s still a pending conversation with the rest of the guys, so we can talk things out but it’s a start”

“Good to hear” she said smiling

“Also, Elias texted me yesterday” Even added

“He did?” She asked

“Yes. He wanted to apologize. I told him that you already had but he said he wanted to it himself”

“That’s cool”

“It is”

“So, Sana, it seems like you and Yousef have plans so we better get going” Isak said raising an eyebrow

“Yeah” she said

“You two have fun” he added

“Okay”

“But not too much, I need that brain for my biology project next week”

“Just go already, Isak!” she said rolling her eyes

“Fine, fine. We’re going, jesus”

Even put his arm around his boyfriend’s shoulder and nodded at Yousef as a way to say goodbye. Then they both slowly left making Sana roll her eyes. Those boys were so extra sometimes, she thought to herself trying not to laugh.

She turned to face Yousef who was already looking at her with a half a smile. They stayed silence for a moment until she finally spoke.

“Hi”

“Hi”

And again another awkward silence.

“So…shall we go?”

“Yes, yes, of course, of course” he said way too quickly

They started to walk in silence, side by side but not too close to each other.

They had been walking for a few minutes when Yousef cleared his throat to speak.

“So…um…do you want to go to any place in particular?”

She thought for a moment and then smiled to herself when a place came to her mind

“I actually do. How do you feel about playing basketball?” she asked biting her bottom lip.

“Sounds amazing” he said smiling while memories of two Fridays ago came to his mind.

 

They got to the basketball court where they had spent the afternoon two weeks before. Like it had been prepared, there was a ball waiting for them on the side of the court. Sana looked at it and was tempted to pick it up but she changed her mind.

“Do you think we should talk first?” Sana said pointing at the ball with her head

“Yes, I think that’d be good” he answered

They both sat down on the same spot they had been the last time they were there. Again, silence beat words.

“For someone who was so eager to talk to me, you’ve barely said two words since we left the school” Sana said

“I know, I know I’m sorry” he started “I’m so overwhelmed right now. I didn’t think you would actually come to be honest”

“What? I always keep my word” she said acting offended

“I don’t doubt that”

“Okay so…I’ll start” Sana said “I’m pretty sure you already know this ‘cause apparently my brother can’t keep his mouth shut but, I talked to Noora yesterday. She told me her version of what happened. And I’d like to hear yours”

“Of course” he stayed quiet for a moment trying to put his thoughts in order “I think I should start by saying that…I like you, Sana. You probably already know that, but I wanted to tell you. I like you, I’ve had a crush on you since…well, probably since I met you a couple of years ago. I always kept my distance from you ‘cause you were younger than me and you’re my best friend’s little sister and it didn’t seem appropriate. But this year I just, I couldn’t help myself and I started to approach you and…I loved talking to you, and playing basketball with you and teaching you how to peel carrots because well, you can’t”

“If you’re looking for forgiveness you’re not doing really well right now. Telling me I can’t peel carrots? How dare you?” she said

I’m sorry, but it’s a fact” he chuckled. “Anyway, I thought you may like me too. But then I told you I wasn’t muslim and you stopped talking to me so I thought everything was over. Then we talked and it felt so good being around you that I had hope, hope that maybe we could work things out. So when Elias told me that you had invited us to the karaoke thing I was really happy ‘cause I thought you had invited us because you wanted me there”

“And I did” she assured him

“Yes I know that, now. But when I entered the club and I saw Even there and then I saw you my mind went back to that Friday when I told you about everything that happened at Bakka. And it felt like you knew them and like you had only invited us so we could be friends with Even again. I felt like I had opened myself to you, told you something nobody knew and that you only used it to play god with us and make your friend happy. And I know that you had the best of intentions but it was like I realized in that moment that you didn’t like me at all and that you were only close to me so you could make us friends again. I think that in that moment, any hope I had left was erased completely. But still, I didn’t want to make assumptions yet, I wanted to talk to you. And then…”

“Then the fight happened” she completed the sentence

“Yeah, then the fight happened.  I tried to stop it but no one would listen to me so I thought that you were the only one that could make Elias listen. So I told you and I swear Sana, I swear, that I was going to follow you.  I would’ve never sent you into a fight alone knowing that you could get hurt. Not that I’m saying that you’re week, ‘cause you’re the strongest person I know”

Sana couldn’t help but blush at his compliment

“See? That’s the way to forgiveness, telling me how awesome I am” Sana joked

“And you are awesome” he assured

“Continue with your story” she said smiling

“So, like I said, I was going to follow you but Noora stopped me. She seemed pretty upset and before I could react she tried to kiss me. But I rejected her ‘cause I don’t like Noora, I’ve never have and I never will.” He looked straight into Sana’s eyes trying to make sure that she had heard that last sentence. When she nodded he continued “I asked her what was going on with her and she told me about her ex-boyfriend. I tried to comfort her and that’s when she told me that maybe I wasn’t immature after all. I was confused as to why she would think that and she told me that you had said it, that I was immature, that guys like me only play with girls and that muslims and non-muslims can’t be together”

“I only said that because I thought she liked you and I didn’t want her to like you” Sana admitted looking at the floor.

Yousef closed his eyes and cursed himself.

“I’m so stupid” he said

“There’s no way you could’ve known that”

“I know, but still, I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. In that moment it was like my fears of you not liking me back were confirmed. I felt so stupid, like it had been all in my head and it hadn’t meant anything at all to you. So when Noora tried to kiss me again, I let her…and I kissed her back”

He waited for her to say something but she just looked at him waiting for him to continue. He nodded and started talking again.

“But there’s one thing you should know. I didn’t feel anything at all kissing her. All the time I was kissing her I only thought about you. Like I literally saw you in my head, you smiling and you playing basketball and again you not being able to peel a single carrot”

“Stop it with the carrots already!” she said rolling her eyes

“I’m sorry! But it was big moment for me. Like, I finally got to talk to you, like really talk to you”

“It was a big moment for me too” she admitted with a shy smile.

“Good to know” he said biting his lip “So…as I was saying, I was only thinking about you and I felt so bad and guilty because, what kind of guy claims to like a girl and then kisses her best friend when things get difficult? I didn’t want to be that guy, I didn’t want to forget about you, I wanted to believe there was still a chance so I stopped Noora, I told her I was sorry and that I couldn’t do that. And I started to freak out, like really really freak out, because I had screwed up and I felt like garbage. She told me that no one needed to know, that we could just forget about it and I thought that we really could but…you saw us and I can’t tell you how sorry I am for that. I’m so sorry I hurt you Sana. I really thought you had left with Elias, I didn’t know you were there, and when I found out, it was like my world crashed. I hate myself for hurting you, I don’t deserve your forgiveness, I’m so stupid and I wouldn’t blame you if you wouldn’t want to talk to me ever again, I wish I could go back to that moment and redo it and…” he started to talk too fast and it was like he couldn’t stop, like he was entering a vicious circle he couldn’t escape.

“Yousef, hey, Yousef, breathe, just breathe” Sana said trying to calm him down. “ I get it, I get why you kissed Noora. You thought everything was lost and you reacted, just like I did two weeks ago. I’m not mad about the kiss anymore, it’s not that…it’s not that…”

“Then what it is?”

“Us”

“Us?”

“The way we hurt each other. Look at our history. Things got difficult and I reacted by hurting you, then we were forced to talk about it and we solved it. Then things got difficult again and you reacted by hurting me, now we are forced to talk about it and we may solve it. But, do you think that’s how it should be? Because I don’t want to keep being like this”

“I get it, I know what you mean. And you’re right, things shouldn’t be like this. But things are different now, Sana. Two weeks ago, a week ago, two days ago, we didn’t know what we know now”

“And what is that?”

“You know that I like you, and I know that you like me”

“Well, I don’t recall telling you that I like you, though…” she said biting her bottom lip

Yousef smiled faded and it was like his whole face dropped.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Of course I like you.” Sana said laughing

“Not funny” he said acting like he was angry

“Hey, I owed you one”

“Okay, now we’re even”

“Oh, we’re so not close to being even. But I let it rest for now”

They both smiled and shared a look for a moment until Sana broke the silence.

“Do you really think that we could make this work? That we could talk to each other and trust each other?”

“I want to believe so. I’m not going to lie, it’s probably going to be difficult. But I’m willing to try. I just, I promise that I’ll come to you first when something happens, that I won’t make assumptions, that I’ll listen to you. We just have to compromise on that and go from there.”

She slightly nodded and looked at the floor without saying anything.

“Sana” he whispered making her looking at him “are you willing to try? Because I am”

She looked at him for a moment, considering what to say. Something caught her attention from the corner of her eye, the ball, standing on the side of the court. She smiled to herself and stood up

“Let’s play a game. You against me. The first one that scores 20 points win. If you win, we’ll try. If I win..well, I’ll think about it” she smiled at him waiting for an answer

“I’m in”

 

They stood up in the middle of the court and started playing. At first Sana let him score a few times in a row. She wanted him to think that he could actually win. But then, it’s was game on. She started to play as good as she could and he was so confused at first but then he got it and tried to keep the pace.

In the end they were tied. The next one who scored would win. It was Yousef’s turn. He was bouncing the ball, Sana in front of him trying not to let him pass when she had an idea. She stood still and looked at him right in the eyes while smiling. Yousef couldn’t help but look at her too, getting lost in her eyes like every time he would look at her. Then suddenly, her smiled became bigger and before he knew she had stolen the ball from him and was running towards the basket and scoring the points she needed to win.

“Yess!! I won!” she said putting her hands up celebrating her victory

“You’re a cheater!” Yousef said offended

“Who said there were any rules here?” she asked

He rolled his eyes but laughed.

“So…” he said approaching her “You won”

“Yeah, I won” she said taking a few steps closer to him

“You said if you won you would think about it. Have you?” he whispered

“Well…You know, it’s a lot to consider” she said biting her lip “I think I should make a list of pros and cons to decide”

She raised her hands like they were two sides of a balance, the left hand representing the pros and the right hand representing the cons.

“Kissing my best friend made you lose a lot of points” she said moving her right hand like someone had put weight on it “But you earned them back with the explanation and the compliments” she continued doing likewise with her left hand

He couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, she looked extremely cute smiling like that.

“You’re really bad at basketball” again, right hand “But I guess you’re kind of good looking” left hand.

“Kind of?”

“Shh, I’m trying to make a decision here”

He rolled his eyes and muttered something to himself, that girl was going to be the end of him and he couldn’t be happier about it

“So, let’s continue…You know how to cook, I’ll give you that. But, you make fun of me because I can’t cook so, again, you’re losing points”

“I promise I won’t make fun of you anymore” he said putting his hand on his chest solemnly

“Yeah…but, can I trust you though?” she said scrunching her nose “I mean, you said that before and you still made fun of me. Sorry, it has to go in cons side”

“Fine…” he said trying not to laugh

“You send me memes supporting me, that’s good” she said moving her left hand “But they’re pretty lame so, yeah, right hand”

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing” he acted offended

“I guess you could say that you have pretty cool romantic gestures” she continued “Like when you gave me flowers last week. But…we’ve been here for awhile now and I don’t see any flowers in my hands”

“Oh, girl, I’ll give you a bouquet right now if you want!” he said turning around ready to go look for the flowers

“Wait, you don’t have to do that” Sana said grabbing him by the elbow and laughing

He turned around, looked at her and then at her hand on his arm. She followed his gaze and slowly let her hand slide down his arm until it reached his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. That simple touch gave her goose bumps. She bit her lip and raised her head to look at him. She had never seen him looking at her so tenderly and she couldn’t help but smile at him. He raised his eyebrows at her and she nodded, like they didn’t need words to communicate.

“Yeah?” he asked

“Yeah, I’m willing to try this”

And in that moment, both of their smiles were as big as it was even possible.

But!” she said holding his hand a little tighter “You have to promise that we will talk things out before assuming the worst”

“Always, I promise” he nodded squeezing her hand back.

“And it’s not going to be easy with my parents. They don’t really like you right now”

“No big deal, I’m can be very charming when I want”

“Really? I don’t see it” she said raising her eyebrows

“Well, I’m holding your hand, aren’t I?”

“I can still change my mind, you know?” she said rolling her eyes and letting his hand go

“No, I’m joking, I’m joking” he said trying to hold her hand again which she let him do. “Guess my sense of humor is a con?” he squeezed her hand and smirked

“Sometimes” she smiled “You know, Elias is probably going to give you the talk, you know about not hurting me and so on”

“Yeah, I guess so. He doesn’t have to, though, I won’t let you down again Sana. I promise”

“You better” she said, then smiled and added “because if you do my brother is going to kill you and I will help him bury your body”

“Sounds fair to me” he laughed

They looked at each other for awhile, still holding hands, smiles on their faces, just taking in every detail of that exact moment.

“Want me to walk you home?” he finally asked

“I’d love that” she said

And they started walking. Just like Elias had told Sana the previous, they knew now how it felt being apart and how it felt being together and both of them were sure which feeling they prefer. It didn’t mean it was going to be easy but at least now they were willing to trust each other and try to be better.


-x-

1st update of the day

One more to come at night and that’s it, the end

I really hope you’ve liked it and that you don’t think it’s either too dramatic nor too sugar-coated. I’ve tried to give it a good ending ‘cause that’s what I want for the show and still be realistic at the same time

I hope I haven’t disappointed you

Love you al!!

Leave ‘Em On (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: Lin was ready to take you home before the night even started.

Word Count: 1,585

Warnings: Pretty suggestive, mentions of alcohol.

A/N: I’m kinda, sorta, really trash for suave!Lin and I was listening to trashy R&B which only encourages me more. I’m….really sorry for this. I had no idea how to title this.
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“You almost ready, sweetheart?” Lin called and you bent down to slip the back of your pumps around your heel before you snagged your clutch from where it rested on your dresser. You waltzed out into the living room and his eyes were drawn by the clicking of your heels. You would’ve smirked when he gaped at you if you hadn’t been so focused on the tie he was fumbling with. You rolled your eyes and moved to take it from his hands.

“You look good.” Lin murmured and you hummed a thank you as you focused on unknotting the silky material, breathing a sigh of relief when you got it untangled seamlessly. He took the opportunity to swoop down and capture your lips with his, tilting your chin up so he could kiss you fully. His lips were quick to trail from your mouth to your neck, leaving a wake of brief kisses in their path.

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Arranged: Philip Hamilton x Reader

Request: requesting a x reader (anyone is fine) where the two are arranged to get married and neither of them are happy about it and they end up slowly (but surely) falling in love? i would cry

Requester: anon

Word Count: 1162

Warnings: Mention of death, gets a little heated at the end but no smut, angst

A/N: I actually really really like this one


Your sister stood behind you at the vanity, tenderly pinning your hair up as you stared at your reflection, unsure of what the future held for you. “Are you nervous?” She asked, snapping out of the sort of trance you had found yourself in.

“More annoyed than anything, I suppose,” you replied, a slight scowl on your face.

Your sister frowned. “Father promises that he’s a good man. I know that you believe him. I think that you’re still hung up on the boy you left behind.”

“He loved me,” you whispered, thinking of your lost love. You had to tell him goodbye when he was arranged to be married to someone other than you. Now, it was your turn to move on.

“You knew it could never last,” she replied softly. “You will learn to love this man. Philip, I believe his name is.”

“Philip Hamilton,” you repeated. His name had been replayed in your mind for weeks, ever since your father told you of your new engagement. You paused, and then turned to look at your older sister. “Do you love your husband?”

She didn’t hesitate before replying, “Yes.” You nodded and then stood up to admire the dress you were wearing, bought for this exact occasion. Your sister was married two years ago to a man she had only known for two weeks. You were lucky in that regard. You had a whole month with Philip before you were tied to him forever.

“Are you ready?” She asked, looking at your reflection in the mirror.

“I don’t believe I have a choice.”

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Fanfiction - Fairplay (College AU)

Fairplay

“And the teams are out on the field, looking decided - and pretty scary if you ask me! Jamie “King of Men” Fraser leading Oxford and Tom Christie commanding the Edinburgh fellows!” The speaker roared, as the stands applauded and cheered, a jungle of whistles and shouts of incentive. “You can tell the rivalry is strong in this one - the winning team today will definitely be the front runner heading to the Championships next month!”

“Jamie looks focused.” Ian commented next to Claire, clapping as the Oxford team players were announced by the speaker. “And Christie looks like gloom and doom – I bet he isna up to anything good.”

“I’m sure our team will handle it.” Claire replied, adjusting her sunglasses – the sun was out that morning, apparently eager to pay testimony to a much anticipated rugby game. As Jamie’s name was called and he briefly waved at the crowd, screams and chanting enhanced tenfold, as if the volume switch had been turned to maximum. “Is that the new player?” She asked curious, noticing the young man sitting on the bench, his blonde hair glowing like a marigold in the sunlight.

“Aye.” Ian smiled. “John Grey was the one drafted – too bad there wasna enough time for him to become better acquainted with the team. Our current scrum half is rubbish and John seems to be a great player.”

“What a shame!” Claire agreed. Jamie and Tom approached the centre of the field to shake hands, a duel of crushing grips, their eyes locking with unspoken promises of a ruthless game.

The Edinburgh team kicked off with brutal intensity, taking the lead with an early drop goal. Tom Christie was indeed a good player, Claire had to recognize – he seemed to make the rest of his colleagues better just by interacting with them, pushing them to their limits – a lot like Jamie did.

“It seems like Fraser was just warming up!” The speaker pointed with excitement in his voice. “He is leading the team to a try – the Edinburgh boys will need to catch a ride with a motorcycle to be able to get to him!” And soon enough Jamie grounded the ball over the opponent’s goal line, awakening huge clamours from the cheering crowd.

The next few minutes were hectic, with both teams achieving scoring points – they were fairly equated, both having some weaknesses and a couple of extraordinary players. The game became rougher, with a couple of ugly tackles taking place, the nastier one inflicted by Christie on Jamie. Claire’s heart tightened when she saw him projected in the air – echoes of the game with Northumbria and his head injury racing through her mind – but he promptly got up and raised a thumb to ease the mind of the howling crowd. They reached the halftime with Edinburgh on the lead, having been awarded a penalty point after an infringement from Oxford’s scrum half.

“I canna believe we might lose this!” Ian clenched his teeth, looking thoroughly annoyed. “I canna stand the idea of Tom Christie prancing about our campus, gloating after their victory!”

“It’s not over yet.” She said in a cheerful tone, looking as Jamie talked and gesticulated with the coach. He seemed irritated with something and kept throwing evaluating looks at their scrum half and then at John Grey. “I think we might be in for a surprise.”

When the halftime was over, the substitution was made – clearly a joint decision from Jamie and the coach - and John Grey entered the field for the first time wearing Oxford’s colours, looking pale but decided.

As soon as they made the formation, Grey threw the ball into it and moved as lightening to the hindmost foot of the scrum, neatly picking up the ball and passing it - like a guided missile - to the hands of Oxford’s fly half, the captain himself, Jamie Fraser. With the proceeding game, it became quite clear that Grey was not only an outstanding player – with a knack for impossible passes and agile as a gazelle in avoiding Christie’s tackles -, but also that he and Jamie were meant to play together. They seemed to predict each other’s moves with easiness and stormed the field like dancers in a physical duet, battering the Edinburgh team’s lines and inspiring the rest of Oxford’s players. A short stretch of time was enough for them to recover from the disadvantage at the score board, sealed with a mind-blowing drop goal that made the fans go crazy.

Chanting propagated like a tribal calling in the stands, encouraging both Jamie and John, which by then had already earned the right of a nom de guerre – John “The Lord” Grey.

When the referee blew the whistle to signal the end of the game, a joyful wave of blue crashed on the grass, as Oxford’s players ran and jumped on top of Jamie and John – the solid foundation of a victorious human pyramid. Claire looked around, grinning as Ian fist bumped the air – her heart overflowing with pride, noticing the gigantic smiles all around her. Jamie was hugging an incredulous John, complimenting him on his achievements – the promise of a legendary friendship being born on a cloudless day.

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“You’re late.” Claire announced, as Jamie arrived half running, his hair flaming on the light of dusk - as if the sun was setting inside him.

“I’m sorry, mo nighean donn.” He kissed her forehead in apology, as she pursued her lips and began the task of fixing the collar of his shirt. “I went for a run with John and lost track of time discussing some tactics.”

“That’s alright.” She sighed, bumping his nose. “Ian called to say he’ll be meeting us there. Is John coming too?”

“Aye.” Jamie caught her hand and entwined their fingers, as they began to walk together. It was the college’s anniversary – a big milestone, even for such an ancient institution – and a fancy party was taking place in the Main Hall, where lots of prominent students and alumnae would be gathered to celebrate. “He went to his dorm to shower and will meet us there.”

“You quite like him, don’t you?” Claire asked, caressing the back of his hand with her thumb. “You two became quite close in this last month – always training together and talking.”

“John is a kind, good-hearted, man.” Jamie agreed. “Talking to him always seems easy and uncomplicated – a lot like talking to you, actually.” He smiled, the corner of his mouth twitching. “And we’re much stronger as a team since he came on board. We might actually have a chance at the Championships.”

“Should I be jealous?” She elbowed him, playfully, in a mock pretence of grievance. “You have been spending more time with him than me, that’s for sure.”

“John Grey might be an interesting lad and a good friend.” He let go of her hand and held her by the waist, the tip of his fingers brushing the curve of her buttock, hidden under the emerald green fabric of her cocktail dress. “But he doesna have an arse like yers, Sassenach. You will always be number one in my book, especially when ye wear such a nice dress – A Dhia, I can feel ye underneath it. Do we really have to go anywhere at all?”

“Always making me feel special.” Claire replied dramatically, offering him a light peck on the lips – careful not to smudge her discrete lipstick – and then a possessive squeeze of his own hardened and well-shaped derrière. “Enough time for me to wear your shirt later.”

The vast room was already filled with people, wearing unusually elegant garments – girls with dresses of vivid colours, forming a spontaneous bouquet against the blooming light of chandeliers and sparkling glasses – luring men in their suits with promises of hidden secrets. Jazz music played in the background, setting the rhythm to conversations and filling the gaps of silence in some awkward exchanges.

Claire and Jamie smiled to a couple of acquaintances and waved to some colleagues, as they made their way into the heart of the party. They were standing close together, talking about Claire’s classes, when a male voice imposed over their conversation.

“Claire?” Frank Randall smiled at her, his brows furrowing when he glanced at Jamie from the corner of his eye. “It’s good to see you.”

“Hello, Frank.” She greeted him, turning around. “It’s nice to see you too.”

“Fraser.” Frank acknowledge Jamie with a small nod of his head, his thin lips forming a weak attempt at a pleasant smile. “Congratulations on that fantastic game with Edinburgh last month. Very well played.”

“Thank ye, Professor Randall.” Jamie gave him a relaxed smile and turned to Claire. “Mo nighean donn, I think I’ll go and say hello to Ian and John. I’ll see ye in a bit.” He kissed her cheek and squeezed her fingers in goodbye, offering her strength – reassuring her of his trust and love – and walked away, towering over the crowd.

“I was wondering…” Frank hawked, his fingers fidgeting with the glass of champagne he was holding. “If we could talk.”

“We are already talking, I daresay.” Claire pointed, accepting a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, offered by a passing waiter. “What is it, Frank?”

“Ah – yes.” He licked his lips, quickly looking around them, scanning for anyone within earshot. ““It has become my understanding that you and James Fraser are dating.” He said in a hurry, as if he was running away from his own words. “Is it serious?”

“I don’t see how that would be any of your business.” Claire replied in a dry tone, raising a brow. “We haven’t been together in a long time, Frank. But yes - everybody knows Jamie is my – very serious - boyfriend. It’s not exactly a secret.”

“I see.” He swallowed hard, avoiding her piercing amber eyes, and glancing at her silver ring. “I thought maybe it was a fleeting dalliance. I believed you fancied someone more refined – more polished.”

“Is that what you are?” Claire asked gently, anger and resentment completely absent from her words. “Because I was under the impression things didn’t work out between us – and not by any fault of mine, Frank. If only you had been happy sleeping with one student at a time, perhaps we would be together until this day.”

“I deserve that.” Frank pinched his nose with his skinny fingers. “I was terribly foolish to hurt you, Claire. You are, by far, the most singular woman I ever met.”

“I’m happy you did.” She said softly, looking intently at him. “I only met Jamie because of it – and everything that led me to him has my deepest gratitude.”

“I was under the impression you still had some…feelings for me.” He whispered in a strained voice. “You are always so charming and pleasant every time we meet and have a conversation.”

“I’m over you, Frank.” Claire affirmed, trying to infuse some kindness into the situation, but getting increasingly more uncomfortable. “That’s why I’m nice when we talk. I don’t have any repressed feelings – no secret expectations of you wanting me back. You were important to me, once – I offer you the respect that position deserves. Nothing less – nothing more.”

“I have seen how you look at him. The pride and joy in your eyes.” Frank bit his words. “Did you ever love me?”

“I did.” She whispered, softly. “But not like that – not how I love him.”

“He knows about us, doesn’t he?” He brushed his short dark hair. “And yet he left you with me. Maybe he doesn’t care all that much.”

“What we have has no room for mistrust or lies.” She smiled, distracted, her eyes already searching for Jamie amongst the crowd. “He left because he respects me. Because he trusts me – us - with all his heart.”

“I wish you happiness, Claire.” Frank finally turned away, hiding the pain in his eyes.

“Be happy too, Frank.” She tilted her head. “As I am.”

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Claire searched for Jamie inside the room – spending quite some time in pushing through the animated crowd and stopping to exchange pleasantries with teachers from the medical department, some already quite inebriated. He was nowhere within sight, so Claire decided to search for him outside.

When the big oak doors caved under the pressure of her hands, she was saluted by the night’s cold breeze, the taste of oranges and jasmine on the back of her throat. It seemed like the party had extended beyond the premises of the Hall - students were scattered in the lawn in front of the building, laughing and talking in small groups.

She spotted Jamie – looking magnificent in his grey suit pants and light blue shirt - talking to John – clad in black and grey - under the shadows of a cypress. They were tall and beautiful, like legends of days long forgotten, best friends in times of peace and warriors when the occasion called for such actions. John was talking rapidly to Jamie, who seemed to be entirely amused by whatever was being said. Eventually he whispered back to John and they both laughed together.

Claire could tell the moment Jamie had spotted her – even at distance his eyes seemed to soften and the corners of his mouth were pushed on an eager smile. He patted John’s back in farewell and started to walk towards her.

For an instant she could see John Grey, left behind as Jamie made his way to her, and a shiver shot through her spine. It was like looking into a strange mirror - his eyes betrayed exactly the same desire and adoration that could be found within her own.

Living With You

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rating: t+ for sexual joking, swear words, and violence

pairings in this chapter: nalu, gruvia

characters in this chapter: natsu, lucy, juvia, gray

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Waking up early for once, Lucy was excited to find that Natsu was not in her bed. The twerp had finally decided to respect her space after he had both slept next to her and ran into her while she wore a towel.

Not that she minded him sleeping next to her, of course.

She enjoyed having him next to her while she slept, and although it wasn’t a familiar feeling, she liked the idea of having someone sleep next to her while she was in her most vulnerable state. Someone to protect her and be ready to fight whatever came her way. And that definitely described Natsu.

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anonymous asked:

Hey lovely I've had an idea bouncing around my noggin lately.. What about an angsty bughead fic where Juggy gets concerned that Betty's going to hurt herself like Polly? I don't know why, maybe she did or something.. Just a thought.. Love your writing! ❤

I’ve gotten a lot of angsty requests lately and I’m actually really enjoying writing them! Thank you so much!
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He was scared. Jughead jones was actually so terrified, he found it difficult to focus on anything, including his novel.

It wasn’t the “I’m gonna fail my history test” type of scared, it was more “I’m losing the one person in this world who really matters to me.” Type of scared

Betty was falling. No one seemed to notice but him, but what he was seeing was enough to scare even the toughest socially awkward teenager.

Everyday, the bags under her eyes would get darker, her palms were almost always bloody, and he hadn’t seen her laugh in almost a month, and then their was tonight.

The gang had been having a late night study session, when they brought up the upcoming midterm Veronica had jokingly said

“It’s pretty much the end of our lives if we fail the calculus midterm, right bets?”

Betty’s eyes became glossier than normal and she nodded

“Yeah totally, the end of my life.”

Jughead stared at her for a little but Betty didn’t meet his eyes, she kept her face towards the window, staring blankly outside.

While he was walking her home she had turned to him

“Thank you Jughead, you’re my best friend, you’ve been so great through everything, I’m really proud of you, I want you to know that. ”

His heart race sped up.

“Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?”

She smiled sadly

“Because I’m going inside.”

“Betty..”

“Bye juggie”

Then the door had slammed, echoing through his ears.

He had gone home and hadn’t done a single thing but think about the beautiful blonde angel.

This wasn’t doing him any good, grabbing his beanie he was out the door, fast as he came in.

Before he knew it, he was standing under Betty’s window. He was not athletic, and he most definitely should have thought this through, considering the only way in, required climbing a tree and sliding through the window.

“Okay jones, you got this.”

After about twelve failed attempts to mount the tree, he finally made it to the top, balancing on the tree and sliding in through the window.

There was betty, laying on her bed, eyes closed with her ear buds in her ears.

Beside her bed was an orange pill bottle and he immediately snatched it from the dresser, effectively grabbing her attention, she jumped up knocking her her earbuds out.

“Jughead?! What are you doing in here? How did you get in here?! Did you climb that tree?!” She said in a panicky ramble, eyes wide.

“I ask the questions here! Why is this pill bottle by your bed, what are you doing with all of these ?”

She looked at him confused

“Jughead, those are my sleeping pills, why do you care about those?”

He shook his head

“ you don’t need to sleep! You need to stay alive! You can’t die Betty, the gang needs you! I need you. I’m sorry I haven’t been there, I didn’t know what to do.. it’s my fault, I’m just so emotionally stunted.” He was rambling and Betty cut him off

“ woah woah woah! Die? Who said anything about dying? I need those pills because I have nightmares. I’m depressed Jughead not suicidal.” She said softly.

“Isn’t depression just a gateway to suicide?” He asked panicky.

She grabbed his hand and sat him down on her bed

“Sometimes that is the case, but I’m getting help. I don’t wanna kill myself, I’m just tired almost all the time, and I find it difficult to focus. I know I haven’t been much fun to hang out with and I’m sorry, but I’m working on getting better. Actually talking to you about all this, makes me feel a little better.” She smiled at him.

Releasing the breath he was holding

“So you don’t plan on leaving the earth anytime soon?”

She laughed

“Nope Jughead, you’re stuck with me for as long as the good lord sees fit.”


Flopping back on her bed he sighed

“Thank god.”

She Layed down beside him

“So you need me huh?”

He closed his eyes

“More than you’ll ever know Betty Cooper”

anonymous asked:

taakitz 9 or 12, whichever u like more :o

ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy aight my dude you get BOTH but the first is just a list

9) things you said when I was crying

THINGS TAAKO HAS SAID TO KRAVITZ WHILE KRAVITZ IS CRYING:

“Oh fuck my dude, do you want to see uhhhhh a magic trick? I can do a magic trick? Fuck! Okay, this isn’t helping.”
“Shit my guy can I offer you a macaroon in this trying time?”
“Fuck if you’re coming to me for emotional reassurance, kemosabe, Taako is not qualified for this. Oh. Oh no, you’re crying harder.”
“Uh…….do you want a hug?”
“I still like you when you’re a skeleton, stop crying you dweeb, you’re drunk.”
“God damn they grow up so fast, don’t they?”
“Guess what asshole? You’re stuck with me now. Oh no, don’t start crying—” (Taako proceeded to also start crying. 10/10 wedding)
“Hey babe, I’ll see you on the other side? Aw, no, don’t look at me like that, you’re like, the grim reaper. There’s gotta be benefits for dating you, right? Death benefits. Oh, I’m sorry, no, seriously, stop crying. It’s my death, c'mon. I’ll see you —”  

12) things you said when you thought I was asleep
((post eleventh hour, pre wonderland))

Taako wakes up first, because he doesn’t really sleep anyway, and because Kravitz’s body in his bed was an unfamiliar weight, a cool sprawl of limbs that tangled with Taako’s. Taako couldn’t remember the last time he had woken up to another person in his bed. He likes his personal time — hookups were usually a screw and shoo situation. But Taako lets himself lie there with his eyes shut, muscles lax. It was strangely pleasant, to feel another person’s skin against his, to hear another person breathing softly. Taako lets himself drift.

Eventually Kravitz stirs, and Taako also stirs, paying half-hearted attention even as he pretends to be asleep. He doesn’t want to say bye. After all, morning-afters are awkward. What do you say? “Thanks for the great sex, see you again maybe?” “I really enjoyed our night and hopefully you liked me enough to do this again?” “Can you leave so I can decompress and figure out how I feel about you?” Taako’s not a great liar. Best to pretend slumber.

“Mm…What time is it?” Kravitz says to himself, quiet enough that Taako nearly doesn’t hear him. “Oh. Ah, shit.”

Kravitz disentangles himself gently, precisely. This is something Taako has learned about Kravitz, that he tries to live up to his reputation, to the slick-sharp slice of his suit and his scythe in his movements. This is something he learned from last night, as well.

Kravitz’s absence leaves an empty space in the bed. Fortunately, Kravitz sits down again, and Taako curls up to where he is sitting, all the while pretending to still be sleeping. Taako hears the distinctive noise of a stone of farspeech dialing up.

“Kravitz, where are you? You’ve got assignments — don’t tell me you’ve gone rogue?”
“I overslept, Julia. Don’t tell the Raven Queen, please?”
“Ugh, fine, but you owe — Wait. Krav, is that a man behind you? Krav, are you late because you were hooking up with somebody?”
“Uh…”
Taako suppresses laughter. Julia does not, and her laughter rings tinny across the connection.
“That’s fucking amazing. Who’s the booty call?”
“Taako’s not — he’s not a booty call. Not just a booty call.”
“Boyfriend?”
“I hope so,” Kravitz said. “We haven’t talked about it.”

Taako is not sure if he wants to talk about it. Taako is not sure if he wants to see Kravitz again. He does like Kravitz, he likes the way he smiles and his garbage pottery skills and the dumb accents Kravitz does. Taako likes the way Kravitz’s eyes crinkle at the edges when Taako makes Kravitz laugh, he likes Kravitz’s impressed “Wow, that’s amazing, Taako” when Taako makes a particularly good cookie or piece of magic. He likes the way Kravitz’s hands feel against his skin, cool and smooth and grounding. Taako isn’t sure whether he gets to keep this, whether maybe it wouldn’t be better to leave things here with a great night and no goodbye.

“Alright,” Julia says, “I’ll cover for you, but get your butt over here.”
She hangs up before Kravitz can say anything back. He sighs. Taako thinks its probably in relief.

Kravitz cards a hand tentatively through Taako’s hair. The action is familiar, and he can’t remember why. He leans in unconsciously toward it. “I wish I could stay until you wake up,” Kravitz says. Taako, against his better judgment, wishes Kravitz could, too.