she tried getting her back

You’re In Love With Him But He Likes Your Best Friend: Part 2

A/N: This is a filler chapter. Meaning, this is much shorter than part 1. Do not feel dishearted, there will be a longer, more detailed part 3. 

Part 1

Masterlist linked in bio.



“Are you ever going to speak to me?”

Y/n freezes as she hears Harry’s voice ask her the question she’s been dreading to answer.

It’s been two weeks since she’s heard that voice. It may sound rougher now, more stern and harsh than it normally is as it growls behind her at the counter of Lexi’s bar, but it’s still the first time she’s heard it in two weeks.

After her sober confessions to a very tipsy, slumberous Harry, Y/n had to understand what it truly meant to move on.

At first, she thought she would still be able to be around him as she searched for ways to rid her feelings. She distracted herself, mostly. She would interact more with Savannah than she would Harry, and even started picking up new habits whenever she felt her emotions creeping in. Anything that reminded her of him was disregarded entirely so that the only time he was able to consume her thoughts was whenever he was near her.

For the first couple weeks, she was holding up quite well, considering the circumstances. She was able to contain her emotions and take her mind off of the raging heartache that kept burning in her chest.

But it wasn’t much long after that night when Savannah and Harry finally became official, and if Y/n wasn’t anguished before, she surely was then. She was forced to witness the transition of their relationship in hindsight. What was once casual flirting and innocent touches turned into secretive giggles and loving hand gestures.

It was as if her heart broke all over again. What seemed to be almost completely mended was destructed all at once. The chase between Harry and Savannah was over, and reality set in that Harry was happy and in love with someone that wasn’t Y/n.

Watching them together was Y/n’s most devastating nightmare, and the thought of that alone meant she couldn’t mentally handle being alone anymore. With all of the emotions built up inside of her, being alone for Y/n meant enduring the pain and suffering she didn’t want to feel anymore. She just wanted it all to end, everything.

The earliest hours of the morning wrecked her the most. With only the moon illuminating the room and the radio silence throughout her house gave Y/n no choice but to be alone with her thoughts. She wasn’t loved, and no matter how many nights she’s tried to convince herself that this wasn’t the end, it was.

She had to let Harry go, completely this time. She gave up on him entirely because she couldn’t keep loving him when he didn’t love her. Not anymore, not like that.

She keeps her back to him as he heaves heavy breaths, eyes sending daggers and teeth clenched from his crippling frustration. 

“It’s Thursday, I see,” Harry grumbles before giving her the chance to answer, jaw locked as his fingers grip harshly around a stray, unfinished glass of alcohol. “You never work Thursdays. ’S this where your Friday shifts went?”

There’s an unpleasantly rough tone in his voice that makes Y/n’s breath hitch in her throat. She’s never witnessed this side of him, filled with anger and exasperation. He’s always been so soft and gentle, never having the heart to speak down to someone. But here he is, eyes dark with anger and words spewing venomously from his lips.

And as much she hates to admit it, she can’t blame him for being so angry with her. She knows she means the most to him—even if it’s not in a romantic sense—she’s become such an important part of his life. Ever since they met, she took in the truth about his past, understood the feelings and thoughts he’s carried all through his years, and was able to provide him with anything she was able to when he needed her most. She was one of the very few people he trusted and felt most comfortable with in his life. She was irreplaceable, he’d always tell her, nobody could compare to her. She meant everything.

And then, she left him. She distanced herself so far away from him until it was as if she was never apart of his life. She ignored him and all his attempts to reach out to her again. It hurt her tremendously, knowing that what they had together was completely and utterly helpless, but she never questioned how Harry felt about it. She did what was easiest for her and never thought about it twice. She left him so that he can be happy, but as he stands so tensely and confused before her, she can’t help but blame herself what’s happened between them.

She nods her head softly, still refusing to look up at him as she gathers all the used glasses in front of her, making herself seem distracted so she doesn’t have to make much effort into speaking to him.

“I—uh, yeah. Friday nights were getting hectic and I couldn’t keep up with the late hours. I thought Savannah told you.”

It’s a lie. A shitty, impulsive lie that Harry almost finds humorous. Of course, Y/n switched her Friday night shift. She felt as if she had no choice. She couldn’t bare to look at him with Savannah another goddamn second, and he thought of spending Friday nights with Harry without being alone with him and going to the 24-hour movie theater together was enough to make her sick to her stomach.

“She did,” he clicks his tongue, eyes narrowing as he watches her scramble around the bar, “didn’t have to, though. I knew she was lying.”

Y/n’s actions halt for a moment, a feeling of dread flowing in her veins before she goes back to cleaning off the bar, disregarded his statement completely.

Harry knows Y/n’s been avoiding him, she hasn’t exactly made it as subtle as she thought. Their entire friendship changed, and Harry knows he wasn’t the one ruining it.

The morning after Y/n drove Harry back from the bar, all he could really remember clearly was falling asleep with Y/n. There were other bits he remembered, but that was really the only moment that came to him when he woke up. And he was confused when he woke up alone because, in all honesty, he was looking forward to waking up next to her. It was all his drunk mind thought of, and that terrified him.

When Y/n started distancing herself from him, Harry kept wondering what he had done wrong. She was fine with Savannah, keeping up with their lives as usual. But she was different with Harry—closed off, in a way, and it made him feel something he’s never felt in his life before.

He was confused, to say the least. Because when he was kissing down the bare chest of the woman of his dreams, he couldn’t stop daydreaming about Y/n, and how he hasn’t heard her voice and how he hasn’t felt her in so long.

He had Savannah wrapped around his finger, yet he still felt as if everything about it was wrong. He changed when Y/n left him, because even when he was around the most loving company, he felt alone.

He was helpless. As much as he tried to love Savannah, Y/n was always in the back of his head. She was there, all the time, trapped in his mind with no escape route. 

At first, he was confused—upset and lost without Y/n. He didn’t know life without her would feel so lonely, so empty and incomplete. It was strange, not knowing how to live his life without her. He’d never expected her disappearance to be such a hindrance to him, but it was. Oh, how it was.

Then, he was angry—angry because as many times as he tried to get her to speak to him again, she never came back. She was gone, forever.

Now, he’s hurt. So damaged by her leaving his side, so incomplete and destroyed without her with him anymore. His heart is heavy with sadness and he couldn’t let himself feel this way anymore. 

He needs her, no matter how wrong and pathetic it sounds, he needs her. 

“So you gonna tell me why you’ve been avoiding me, or am I gonna have to force it out of you?” he seethes, nose flaring as he tries to steady his uneven breath.

Y/n shakes her head ignorantly, a flash on innocence in her eyes as she does so. But she damn knows well what he’s talking about, and her oblivion drives him crazy.

“I don’t—I don’t know what you’re talking ab—“

“Oh, fuck off with it!” Harry spits, slamming his closed fist down on the wooden counter.

He doesn’t seem to care about how sudden the bar falls silent, or the glisten of fear in Y/n’s eyes when she finally looks up at him. All he can seem to care about is how much pain he feels, all over. All he can think about is how now, after the last two weeks of not being able to understand why he cares so goddamn much, he’s finally able to feel some sense of sanity being in front of her now.

“You know what you’re doing to me, Y/n! You know damn fucking well what you’re fucking doing and—“

“Harry, please.” Y/n whispers and she isn’t sure as to whether or not she’s begging him to lower his voice or begging for him to understand.

“And it’s not fair!” he cries out, tears of frustration overflowing from his eyes as he grips tightly onto his hair.

His breaking point is approaching, he feels it. He feels it with every breath he takes and every word that emits from his mouth. His heart twists and breaks as he expresses every feeling that’s been consuming him for the past two weeks. He needs her to know what she’s doing to him, needs her to know how he feels in this moment.

“I did nothing to you and you keep pushing me away and that’s not fair because I don’t know how to live without you. Isn’t that something?! I don’t know what to do without you, and you know that!”

Suddenly, his head falls in his hands as he begins to sob. Complete heart-wrenching sobs, making his chest tight and breathing shallow.

Y/n reaches her hand out for him, her fingers clasping harshly around his wrist. Her own eyes start to brim with tears as she watches him sob below her, his body shaking with undying cries. She swallows harshly when he grabs ahold of her hand, bringing her palm against his forehead. His lips reach to kiss her wrist softly, quickly refraining from keeping them there longer.

To touch her, for the first time, is every answer he needs. She’s the only one to make him feel this way—she’s the only one to drive him to the brink of insanity and resurface him back to clarity. She has power over him he never understood until now, after he’s lost her.

“I don’t know why it hurts this much, Y/n,” He cries, his eyes squeezing shut as he inhales sharply, “I’ve never been more confused in my life.”

She chokes on her cries as she nods her head softly, her free hand reaching up to rake her fingers through his hair. Her lips shake from their craving to touch him, watching as he weakens beneath her. 

She’s missed him, in the most desperate of ways. She’s missed every part of him, and every atom in her body yearned to feel him again. Whether it was to feel the warmth of him from a distance or to feel his skin ignite her, she wanted every part of him against her. If she wasn’t with him, she was missing him, and craving him with every breath she took. 

Her lips press tentatively to his forehead, her breath fanning through his hair as she does so. The action is quick, leaving just as quickly as it comes, but it carries sentimental meaning for the both of them.

Harry frowns, his heart thumping in his chest. He looks up into her eyes, filled with concern and sanity as she maps his features.

“It’s been ever since me and Savannah got together.” He mumbles, eyes watching her face as it pales slightly at his words. “You haven’t spoken to me since.”

Her eyes flutter shut as he speaks, finding it completely pointless to try and make him believe otherwise. He deserves to know, one way or another, and even if it’s now, she feels like she’s already lost him. There isn’t much she’d be losing now, anyways. He was never hers.

“Please leave, Harry.” She whispers.

She backs away from him, her touch leaving him was like a gunshot to his chest. It’s a feeling he’s felt all too much that he can’t bare to feel again. 

His heart breaks as he watches her begin to cry, her usual glistening eyes now filled with tears of sorrow. He shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut as he tentatively takes a step closer to her.

He’s desperate, and he doesn’t care how weak he seems. He’s desperate to see where he’s missed it all along, to know how long he’s been making her feel this way. He’ll never forgive himself for all the pain he’s caused her, for all her nights alone when all she wanted was to be with him.

He could have done so much to change this. If he had just listened to his heart from the beginning, this would all be different now. If he hadn’t been so blind, they would both be happy right now.

“Love, I—“

“Don’t.” she whispers, her voice cracking as she speaks, “Please, don’t.“

She isn’t exactly sure what she’s saying—isn’t quite sure what she’s begging him not to do. Maybe it’s the nickname he’s always called her that makes her stomach twist a bit more, or how he’s trying to make her feel better that makes her eyes sting with a fresh new wave of tears, or how he looks at her now the way he never did before that makes her throat tighten around a sob. Whatever it is that makes her beg, she can’t  handle it anymore.

“I’m trying, Y/n,” He whispers, “please.”

“Please just—“ her eyes flutter shut as she speaks, “just leave me alone.”

Harry lets out an unsteady breath, his green eyes brimmed with red as he watches her begin to sob. 

He nods, because he can’t let himself keep doing this to her. If he keeps trying with her in her current state of mind, she won’t be able to think properly. She’ll be a wreck, more so than she is now, and he can’t find it in his heart to do that. Even if it means fighting for her.

“It’s not worth it, you know.” He whispers, his eyes staring lovingly into hers, “Being with her, it’s not worth it if it means losing you.”

9

Queen of Disaster - Lana Del Rey  🎵

@simplifiedsimi‘s release of this wonderful hair totally inspired my simself to channel her inner Lana Del Rey today. 

(also look it’s @our-dazed-sims denim skirt recolour)

dearestmarionette  asked:

i wanna request that HC with Mc almost leaving s/o (the one in your masterpost)

Yoosung


Jaehee

  • Jaehee was working herself too hard
  • She hadn’t taken a break since they’d opened the café
  • MC manages to convince Jaehee to take a day off with her and close cafe early so that they can go see Zen’s musical together
  • However, a few days before their evening out, Jaehee books a private event at the cafe when the play is supposed to start
  • They argue about it because Jaehee thinks it will be a great chance to promote the cafe, but MC says Jaehee promised and needs some time away from work
  • In the end, they just pout at each other and don’t speak for a little while
  • MC goes to the musical alone and no, she’s not being stubborn, Jaehee is!
  • After the play, Zen asks MC to come backstage so she can ask about Jaehee, but MC explains everything that happened
  • Zen agrees to go with her to the cafe to talk to Jaehee during the private event, as he wants to see her as well (he likes hanging out with the two of them)
  • When they arrive, the party is in full swing, someone tries to force them out because “it’s a private event”, but before MC can state she’s a co-owner, a guest recognizes Zen and says they’re with her
  • MC goes to find Jaehee and sees her being kissed by another woman
  • Granted, it’s on the cheek, but it took forever for Jaehee to get comfortable with PDA from MC
  • So MC turns around and walks out to go home and cry
  • The next day, MC proposes they break up before the cafe opens and anyone else is there, even saying she found all the documents online to give/sell her half of the cafe to Jaehee
  • Jaehee is very quick to stop this line of thinking and the two of them have a long, serious talk about all their problems
  • Jaehee ends up agreeing to take one day off a month to go on a date with MC, but only if MC will help her rake in more customers with events and such

Zen

  • It’s their one year anniversary of being married
  • In months leading up to it, Zen made a bigger deal of it than she did
  • Not to mention, Valentine’s Day and Christmas were his favorite holiday and he’d gone all out for those every single time
  • And not only does Zen forget
  • But he goes out drinking after work with a few cast mates
  • He even makes a post inviting fans to come hang out with them
  • He’s posting things on his FB page, twitter and Instagram the whole time
  • MC had made a nice dinner to surprise him when he got home, but when she saw his social media, she goes on the Messenger and cries
  • She ends up packing a bag and is getting into a cab to go Jaehee’s place for a little while (she was sweet enough to offer her couch if MC needed some time away)
  • Zen comes home right about then, a little too drunk, and asks where she’s going
  • “Check the Messenger.” Is all she says before she slams the door
  • Zen goes inside and sees and…. fuck. Fuck. FUCK!!!
  • How could he have been such a jerk!!
  • He sees the beautiful meal she made, the remnants of candles, and so on, and he’s fucked up, royally
  • When he gets a notification that MC is online, he jumps on, interrupting a conversation between her and Jumin about the furball
  • Immediately, she logs off
  • In the morning, he goes to work, he does what he has to, then he goes to Jaehee’s.
  • Jaehee lets him in because she wants him to apologize to MC (who had been crying a lot because of him)
  • He swears it’ll never happen again
  • He begs forgiveness
  • He even promises to give her a whole day, just for her, if only she’ll come home
  • She agrees, but only just barely, and even then, she refuses to share the bed with him
  • Zen immediately calls his director, claims to be sick and says he needs a day off
  • He sleeps on the floor next to the couch because he refuses to be away from her until she forgives him
  • He takes her on a long, romantic date, treats her like more than a princess, when people ask what the occasion is, he tells the truth; he forgot their first anniversary and is making it up to her
  • They first shame him, then they give him advice or free stuff to help (or they just give it to her with a sad, “oh honey, I’m so sorry he forgot.”)
  • Halfway through the day, she says that being mad at him is exhausting and she just want to go home and take a nap
  • He refuses because he promised her a day and now he plans to make it a day
  • When they’re stoped in the park by some of his fans, he excuses himself from them, politely stating he’s on a date with his wife
  • The girls “awwwww” because it’s super cute how enamored with her he is
  • By the time they get home, she’s exhausted and can’t believe he packed so much into one day
  • But it doesn’t end there
  • He draws her up a bubble bath (and joins her after setting something up)
  • And when they get out, he has candles lit in their bedroom
  • Love making ensues
  • The morning, she aches in all the right ways, and is surprised when Zen drags her back into bed when she tries to get up to eat, and whispers that because he had so much fun yesterday, he called out sick today too
  • But this time, he plans on them staying home all day ;)

Jumin

  • One of Jumin’s high society “friends” says that MC is “kind of plain” and “surprisingly uncultured” and “clumsy”
  • To Jumin’s face
  • MC knows she can be clumsy, but it genuinely wasn’t her fault she bumped into that guy and spilled her drink on him
  • Hell, she’s heard comments like this before, and she’s honestly not even really bothered by them
  • Until Jumin agrees with him
  • She walks out of the party without saying a word, is driven back to the pent house and packs up her things
  • Anything Jumin has bought her with his money, she throws in the garbage
  • She ends up with a surprisingly small backpack from her high school days
  • She writes a note, “Since I’m so uncultured, I didn’t know the proper protocol for this, so I’m sorry if it’s not to your tastes. But I am leaving. I won’t tell you where I’m going. Hopefully the absence of my plain face won’t bother you.”
  • To her surprise, Elizabeth blocks her way and won’t let her leave the penthouse
  • She manages to get past Elizabeth eventually, but by then she has 10 missed calls from Jumin, 1-5 from the other RFA members, and bumps into Jumin in the lobby on her way out
  • He’s so relieved she’s okay, but MC fibs to him and says her mother is in the hospital and she needs to go visit right away, and she wants to go alone
  • He allows this because he knows how stubborn and independent she can be
  • When she’s in the car, she reads the messages, finds out that Jumin noticed her absence near-immediately and went looking for her
  • When he couldn’t find her, he panicked
  • He and the RFA all assumed that she had been kidnapped
  • She ends up actually just going to her mothers, and once Driver Kim has left, she goes to a hotel to stay the night
  • As soon as she’s checked in, she gets a call from Jumin demanding to know where she is. He refuses to lose her.
  • “Maybe next time, pick someone better suited to you,” she says. “Some one beautiful and graceful and refined. Like maybe Sarah.” Then she hangs up.
  • He calls her all through the night, although she shut her phone off pretty quickly
  • In the morning, she listens to his messages as he gets increasingly more desperate, even breaking down into tears at some point
  • After breakfast is delivered to her room, she gets a call from 707, who starts speaking so frantically, she can’t understand him
  • What he boils it down to is, “Thank god you turned on your phone, Jumin paid me a lot of money to track you down, and I can’t fail him. I have to fill up my babies with premium~”
  • This whole conversation happens while she’s eating
  • Then there’s a knock on the door as she finishes her food
  • With a piece of toast hanging out of her mouth and 707 still on the phone in her hand, she answers the door to three security guards and Jumin
  • The toast falls out of her mouth
  • Jumin forces himself inside the room, shuts the door, and grabs her phone
  • “Thank you, Luciel, the money will be wired to you by the end of the day.”
  • Jumin then hangs up and throws the phone across the room
  • He then grabs MC and kisses her
  • When he pulls away, she sees how bedraggled he looks. He’s still wearing the same suit form the night before, it’s wrinkled and his hair is a mess
  • He begs her never to leave him again
  • He apologizes a million times, telling her she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever met and that he was barely even paying attention to what that man said, he didn’t even realize until it was too late
  • He loves her too much to lose her
  • MC ends up realizing she hurt him just as much as he hurt her and apologizes for leaving like that, for saying the things she did, it was unfair
  • After holding each other for a little while, Jumin declares he’s going to take a day off of work, and they are going to stay in this hotel room until the next day
  • MC just rolls her eyes at this, but sure, fine, whatever

Saeyoung

  • He’d been acting… distant
  • Of course, part of it was because he was keeping an eye on Saeran, who was having a really bad stream of episodes
  • More than once, Saeran had lashed out at one or both of them
  • It didn’t help that Saeyoung was trying really hard to get out of the spy life and was doing his best to keep hackers away from them
  • MC did the best she could not to be a burden on him since he had so much on his plate
  • If MC was around, she’d help around the house by cleaning, making decent meals for the brothers, making sure they at least tried to eat, and so on
  • One day, however, Saeyoung snaps at MC that he’s fine, he doesn’t need her to put on a show and he just needs her to leave
  • When she comes back a few hours later with food and note with a joke on it, he’s still frustrated and says he told her to get out
  • So MC says goodbye to Saeran and goes home
  • She stops texting him good morning and good night at this point
  • At first, he just assumes she forgot, no big deal, that or she’s mad at him
  • Goes on for three days, then he realizes he’s hungry and Saeran almost sets fire to the kitchen trying to cook with some of the ingredients MC bought and left behind
  • Saeyoung cooks, but its not as good
  • He goes to check on MC at her apartment, only to find all the cameras are taped over, so he has to go in person
  • When he gets there, MC refuses to open the door
  • When Saeyoung asks why, she informs him that, she’s been trying her best to take care of him and Saeran, but Saeyoung continues to push her away
  • After everything they’ve been through, and he’s still pushing her away
  • Saeran really isn’t the best company, either, but she doesn’t blame him for that
  • When Saeyoung told her he didn’t need her, that he didn’t want her, MC decided that, if that’s what he thought would make him happy, she’d listen
  • He doesn’t need to see her again
  • Guess who’s begging for forgiveness through her apartment door?
  • Saeyoung just starts apologizing uncontrollably, saying he didn’t mean it, he loves her, needs her, Saeran needs her totally doesn’t almost ruin the apology by saying that they really need her to cook because Saeran can’t, and he’s not very good
  • Eventually MC lets him in and they hug and kiss and make up
  • MC also starts teaching Saeran to cook so there aren’t anymore… incidents
  • soon Saeran is a better cook than she is, but he doesn’t let Saeyoung have any when he “acts weird” and more often than not, if he goes to deliver food to his brother, he dumps the plate on the table in such a way that some of the food usually goes flying
FP Jones x Reader "Craving something sweet"

Pairing: FP Jones x Reader (she’s legal, don’t worry 😂)

Summary: FP is craving something sweet

Warnings: Oral Sex

A/N: Sorry it’s short and it probably sucks! Just breaking the writers block away. Sorry if there is any mistakes, it’s almost 3AM and I’m tired af.

REQUESTS ARE OPENNN!

Part 2

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Riverdale wasn’t a town where tourist would come and take awkward and cringing pictures at touristy places. It was more like “we’re just passing by” kind of town. It self, the town looked old and full of danger, so many people just ignore the little town and head off to their destination without a memory of the lonely grey town.

Y/N Lodge was the oldest child in her family and was half way through getting her bachelors degree when her father had been arrested. She was forced to leave University only to move with her mother and young sister to the small town of Riverdale. Even though her mother left working in Pop’s, Y/N was left working in the dinner as she tried to get her life back. Twenty two years old and she was barely holding on to keep her head up.

Riverdale wasn’t as bad, the people were nice but the teenagers were the worst; especially the privileged kids.

Pop’s had left her working alone for the late shift. With Pop’s being open 24 hours, he had her almost every night working the late shifts. Which at first she was against with, but now she was getting used to it.

The mysterious serpent watched Y/N from his truck as she was cleaning the table booths and getting everything spotless. One in the morning and clearly nobody else was going to barge in wanting onion rings or a milkshake at that hour.

The bell above the door rang as the serpent had decided to finally make his entrance to the empty dinner. At that moment, he watched her bending down to pick up the dirty rag that had fallen from her hold. “Empty house Lodge?” He spoke, as she turned around to face him. She knew he had been staring at her from his truck since he parked, but she got startled at the sound of his raspy voice so close to her.

“A burger with everything and a side of onion rings?” Y/N giggled, removing the pencil from the bun that was pulling away her long wavy black hair. She walked towards FB, but only to pass by him to take his order behind the counter.

“Actually, I just want a milkshake.” The loyal serpent customer smirked at her appearance. Her pastel yellow uniform hugged her curves perfectly as her messy hair fell below her breast.

“Getting tired of me and my burgers?” Usually, when Pop’s left her working the night shift, she was the one who always cooked after midnight.

“Your burgers are good, I’m just trying not to get fat.” He chuckled, his eyes landing on Y/N’s lips. She had her wooden yellow pencil between her lips as her teeth sank into the small pencil. Oh, how he would love to taste her. “And I would never get tired of you sweetheart.”

“You better not.” Y/N blushed, avoiding his intimidating eyes. “What flavor do you want?”

“What’s your favorite one?” FP asked. He always looked forward to spending his sleepless nights at Pop’s with Hiram Lodge’s oldest daughter. It was a dangerous path, and the venomous serpent wanted to take it.

“Probably the double chocolate with extra whip cream.” FP rolled his eyes at her playfully. Veronica and Y/N were quite different, but when it came to food, they were like the same person.

“I’ll have the mint chocolate mint with no whip cream and your favorite one please.” FP didn’t really have a sweet tooth for milkshakes, but he did have a sweet tooth for a certain Lodge.

“Damn, you must be having cravings tonight.” Y/N laughed, making her way towards the ice cream fridge. FP didn’t dare take his eyes off her as she prepared his order on the other side. His weekdays went from boring to having late night chats at Pop’s with his favorite waitress. FP had switched his routine from drinking every night, to spending his beer money on actual food while he spent time with the oldest Lodge daughter. He didn’t care the trouble that would come from flirting with Hiram’s daughter, but he couldn’t resist her innocent looks.

She was quieter than Veronica, she didn’t wear pearls on her neck and since she started working, her louboutin heels were replaced by simple white vans that matched her pastel uniform to perfection. “I thought you were more of a vanilla type of girl.”

“Baby, there’s nothing vanilla about me.” Y/N cockily smiled at the fired up serpent as she placed both milkshakes in front of him. Handing her a ten dollar bill, he grabbed both shakes and walked over to one of the many empty table booths.

“When you finish putting that in the register, sit with me.” He didn’t asked, but he ordered her with his raspy and demanding voice. Y/N insides twirled as she made her way to the booth after she had closed the register door. “Drink.” He demanded once again, sliding over the shake he had order, only for her.

“You didn’t have to buy me the shake.” She spoke up while she avoided his eyes in front of her. FB on the other hand, couldn’t keep his eyes off her. The predator in him wanted to pull her on his lap and taste her completely. He wanted to have her warm skin on his, he wanted to explore every inch of her.

“Your innocence is captivating, what are you doing to me Lodge?” Y/N’s glistening eyes landed on his own as she bit down her lip. She was feeling the fire in her increase as she watched him stared her down completely. “How can I control myself if you keep looking at me like that baby.” He groaned, his hand finding his way to his already messy hair.

“What if I don’t want you to control yourself?” FP didn’t waste a second more. He pulled himself off his side of the booth and rushed towards her side. Quickly, she wrapped her arms around his neck desperately as his hands found themselves running up her now exposed thighs. She pulled him into her, crashing her lips to his as his hands reached up to her ass and he pulled her on to his lap. Y/N slipped her own tongue between his lips, being the one to take charge.

There was nothing vanilla about Y/N Lodge, clearly. Her lips were now attached to his jawline and then following his neck, sucking on his sweet spot. “Y/N.” He moaned out, holding on to her tightly as she grinned her hips on his growing bulge. She was the one calling the shots, and even though FP enjoyed it; he wanted to hear her cries and moans desperately.

Gripping on her sides, he pushed her hard on the end of the booth as he nibbled his way up from her neck and on to her jawline. “You were right earlier, I was craving something sweet.” He whispered to her before going down to her now exposed breast leaving sloppy kisses on each one. “I’m craving you.” Y/N jumped a bit as his shivering fingertips ran across her thighs.

“FP.” She moaned, as he pushed her uniform skirt up to her stomach as he went down on her. He left soft kisses on her inner thighs, teasing her every second. Pulling her underwear off, he slipped one finger into her and quickly her hands gripped on his hair as he added his tongue to the mix. Y/N cried out of pleasure as his tongue fuck her like his life depended on it. Another shock hit her as he ran circles on her clit into the mixture. Y/N felt like she wasn’t even in her own body anymore; the pleasure was too good. He moaned as her thighs tightened their grip, sending vibrations into her.

“God FP.” She panted, as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of her as she rode out her high.

“After you get off your shift, my place.” He pulled up her underwear back up and fixed her skirt as Y/N tried to catch her breath still. FP smirked proudly as he watched her still overwhelmed from his touch.

“Good, because I need more of you.” She admitted, pulling him towards her and crashing her lips to his once again. She was the one now hungry for dominance, but that had to wait.

“I’ll be waiting for you.” He teased her, once he pulled away from her.

“Don’t have all the fun without me Jone.” Y/N laughed, as she watched him walk towards the door and his truck.

He knew what he was getting himself in to, but he didn’t care; he wanted her for himself.

my other fave tbh

“I need a place to stay.” Fp Jones x Reader

TITLE - “I need a place to stay.”
WARNINGS - Swearing, Sexual Scenes, Blood.
WORD COUNT - 2,686
A/N - So I couldn’t kind of get this idea out of my head and after such an overwhelming response for little ol’ me on my last one shot, I just knew I had to post another. This is one of my favourites. So I really hope you like it. Let’s just say things get kind of hot…


Slamming the door loudly and in distress, you stormed down the metal steps and down onto the dirt below. You were furious right now. Your whole body was shaking with the adrenaline that was circling around your body. You couldn’t even see anything but red. And that wasn’t just from the blood that was dripping down from the forehead.

You couldn’t believe what had happened tonight. Actually you could. Because it was a disaster waiting to happen. Like a volcano waiting to erupt and it did tonight. The explosion had just occurred right in front of your very eyes and you were cut up in the cross fire.

Bringing your head up to the sky, almost to ground yourself back down from the anger, you saw the darkness above. Almost similiar to the one in your body right now. But this one had large gloomy clouds covering it, the heavy rain now starting to lash down covering the floor below, just as much as the ones in your eyes wanted to do.

But you couldn’t do that here. You couldn’t break down the way you wanted to out here in the open. You had to go to the only place you could seek refuge for the rest of the night.

Shaking your head, you took a deep breathe and began your journey across the park, your eyes staring intently ahead, trying to ignore the rain splashing around you, as well as any watchful gazes from those who were still up and out, even in the early hours of the morning.

Once you reached your destination, your hands gripped around the metal railing and you forced your muddy covered boots up the steps to the front door. Bringing your bloody fist up to the door, you winced as you knocked on it a few times, hoping they were home and would be able to help.

Because you needed them. Maybe way more than you knew you did. But still. You needed him.

Within a matter of moments, the door to the trailer opened up quickly and an irritated looking man stood behind it, but once he saw it was you stood there, clothes drenched from the rain, blood covering several parts of your body and a look of desperation on your face, it softened.

“I need a place to say.” You told him, your voice soft and your words more of a demand than a suggestion.

Stepping away from the door, Fp allowed you to come inside, not even wanting an explanation as to why, because even just seeing you in this state was enough to make him want to bring you inside and help you through whatever was going on.

But he had a good idea what had caused her so much sorrow tonight.
Coming into the trailer, you went straight over to the cool box in the living room and brought a beer out. Quickly you snapped the lid off of the bottle and took a large swig from the liquid, whilst Fp stood against the side of the wall watching you curiously.

You avoided his eyes on you as you came and took a seat down on the couch, your hands still shaking and your breathing heavy, but now you could just sit down and chill out for a moment, in the safety of this mans home, you knew you would be in a better place soon.

Fp left you for a moment by yourself, you presumed to let you have a moment to calm down, but when he came back through with first aid kit, you knew what was going to come next. It wasn’t just going to be him healing your physical wounds, he would want to know the rawness you felt inside too.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” He asked as he came over to you.

You shrugged your shoulders at him, “Depends what you want to hear.”

“The truth would be a good start.” Fp bent down in front of you, before he laid the box down on the table behind and opened it up.

“Let’s just say the destruction we all knew what was waiting to happen did finally happen tonight.” You kept your answer brief.

Fp raised his brows up at you slightly, as he brought out some rubbing alcohol to clean your wounds, “You talking about your sister-in-law?”

“Yeah, that bitch.” You grumbled, before taking another swig out of your beer as Fp took hold of your wrist.

“Your brother find out about the affair?” He began to dap the cuts on your knuckles lightly with some cotton, but even that caused you to wince and stop drinking your beer.

Fp rolled his eyes to look at you after hearing your sudden reaction to what he was doing, it wouldn’t have been the first time his touch had sent you over the edge, but that was a story for another time.

“Yep,” You rubbed your lips together uneasily, from both the memories of the last couple of hours, but also from the stinging on your skin, “he saw it with his own two eyes down at the Whyte Worm.”

“And how did he react?” Fp then questioned, before he went to change the cotton for the next wound.

“How do you think he reacted?” You spat back at him, not aiming your anger towards him, but at this whole messy situation, “he was pissed, Fp. He flipped. I flipped.”

“I can see that.” He couldn’t help but smirk, as he brought his face up to meet with yours.

You rolled your eyes at his amusement towards your choice of retaliation, about to go take another sip from your beer, when you suddenly felt his fingers graze the top of your forehead, brushing a few strands of your hair away from your face and your gaze fell straight onto his.

Looking back at him, you felt your stomach drop slightly at his touch on you, his fingers so light and gentle on your face, the last time they had been like that had been many weeks ago, things hadn’t been this close between you two for a long time and it felt just as good as it always did.

But this time it was different. So different. So much had happened.

Noticing your reaction to what he did, Fp tried to ignore the tension now rising in the room and went back to caring for your wounds, as he dabbed the cut on your forehead, where your sister-in-law had thrown a glass at you and it had just skimmed across your skin before crashing into the wall behind.

Swallowing away the lump that had formed in your throat, you cleared it quickly and went back to retelling the story, “She followed us back here. She tried to get him to forgive her and take her back. And I’m sure at one point he was going to, until I stepped in and told her to go, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer..”

Fp finished cleaning the wound, before he leant over and took some gauze tape out of the box, before he began to stick it over the cut on your forehead, wanting to make sure you would heal nicely, both on the outside and in, so he just let you continue on.

“So I tried to drag her out of the trailer, but she just wouldn’t leave, so my brother stepped in, but even his attempts failed, because everytime she kept coming back and trying to worm her way back into his head,” You explained further, as you leant across to put your half drunken beer on the table,

But Fp took it back off and took a swig out of himself, this story enough to make anyone wanting to drink away the drama, but also because he couldn’t deal with this sexual atmosphere that was still lingering in the background at such a serious time.

He wasn’t even sure you felt it too.

But you could. And you did feel it. So very much. It was so strong.

“And I just lost it,” You said as Fp’s eyes came back onto you and his eyes trailed down to the blood that was seeping through your t-shirt, specks of it peeking out the top round the neckline on your skin, so close to where your chest and cleavage were,

And there was that tension, it grew more and more, with just a simple look.

“I-i-i just flipped….”

You found yourself now lost for words, as your eyes met with his once more, your chest tightened and your stomach began to churn with excitement and nerves, the way Fp was looking at you was sending you over the edge.

This man. He made you forget everything. He made you feel so alive even in the dark. Fp jones had you so good.

“I..” Fp even found himself struggling to form a sentence, before he cleared his own throat huskily, “w-what happened there?”

“Uh,” Your gaze dropped down to your chest, where Fp’s own kept moving from your face and to this area of your body, before you confessed what else happened  "that’s not my blood. It’s hers.“

Fp couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, whether it was a nervous one or just one of humour to hear this, "What? What did you do to her?”

“Don’t worry she’s still alive and walking, I mean, just about anyway…” You explained with a small smirk, as you stood up and shrugged yourself out of your leather biker jacket, “I could have done a lot worse.”

“Not a doubt in my mind.” He smirked, as he watched you walk round and headed over to the kitchen.

“Do you think I could borrow a shirt? I mean, I’ll give it back, but I don’t fancy having that snakes blood on my body for a second more.” You said, as you daringly took off your t-shirt to reveal your red lacy bra.

Fp’s eyes lit up slightly to see you stood there, bloody shirt in one hand, the other on your hip, the lacy garment covering your chest, but Fp knew what was behind there, and you knew how teasing this would be for him, but it made all more fun and you needed some fun.

“I take that as a yes.” You spun round on your hip and began to walk through to his room, when you felt his hands quickly wrap around your waist and stop you from moving any further.

Your breath hitched in your throat at his large and warm hands on your body again, his skin touching your own, for the first time in a long time and it felt so damn good to feel it again, it sent shivers to erupt over your skin and this time round, Fp knew what he was doing to you.

“You might have not killed that girl tonight,” He whispered huskily in your ear from behind you, as your teeth grazed against your bottom lip, trying to fight off the uncontrollable smile that was going to plaster all over your face, “but you’re definitely killing me..”

Slowly spinning round to face Fp, your gently laid your hands down on the black t-shirt that covered his chest and looked up at his face, his frame towering over your slightly, “Fp Jones, I thought we agreed..”

“Screw the agreement,” He hissed back at you, looking around your whole face with a smile, “I’m glad you came here, (y/n).”

“Me too.” You smiled back.

A few weeks ago, well many weeks ago, after the last time you had given into the feelings you two had discovered you shared for each other, you had agreed to stay away from each other to try let things simmer out.

Fp was still married to Glady Jones, his wife and he had two children, a son and a daughter, who were still kids. It wasn’t fair on them to rip the family apart more than it already had been. And you respected them all enough to stay away.

But tonight had been so different and hard not to run back to Fp. He had promised to be there for you when you needed him. The same way you told him you would be there when he was ready.

Yet things had happened tonight. And there was no way you wanted to wait a second longer. It had put too much in perspective. You wanted to be with Fp Jones. You needed to be.

Letting go of you, Fp took off the black and white plaid shirt that was covering his upper body and handed it over to you. You went to take it from him, wanting to put it on and wear his shirt, when he moved it away stopping you doing so.

Frowning back at him in confusion, Fp shook his head with a small chuckle, “not yet. We still need to finish cleaning you up first.”

Without even giving you a chance to respond and question him, Fp quickly picked you up and held you high with his hands on the backs of your thighs, your hands came around his neck as you giggled helplessly.

He lowered your body slightly, so your face came into the same level his, before he leaned a little closer, your faces inches apart, as you sighed and felt the tension rise once more. Your eyes teasingly flickered from his eyes down to his lips, wanting to test the water and see if this was what he truly wanted tonight.

Because this was what you wanted. This was what you needed more than anything.

Catching your gaze with his own, Fp broke the gap between the two of you and kissed you, gently and slowly at first, but as he felt you sigh into the kiss and pull him closer, he turned up the heat and embraced you passionately.

Carrying your body and his own out of the kitchen, Fp went over to his bathroom and pulled open the door, he began to take off his shoes as he continued to kiss you, and you kissed him back just as hard, your hands tangling round the back of you, were you took off your bra and let it slide down onto the floor below.

Pulling out of the kiss, Fp grinned back at you as you did the same, before moving your lips onto his jaw, kissing along his stubble as your fingers played with the hairs on the back of his neck, knowing it would send him over the edge as he struggled to turn on the shower beside the two of you.

Once the water was on and working, Fp carefully stood your body back down onto the floor, as you slipped out of your own shoes, whilst he began to take off his pants. You couldn’t help but step back over to him, stopping him from going any further and instead you began to take off his shirt.

The garment dropped to the floor seconds later, before your hands trailed down from his smooth chest and onto his stomach, one of your favourite parts of his whole body, the way it felt up against your own naked body was one of the most comforting things.

Breaking that space between the two of you again, you kissed Fp strongly before you motioned him towards the shower cubicle. Not wanting to waste another moment, Fp picked you back up and stepped under the water with you.

Just like the rain that was crashing down outside. The water collided with your bodies, the two of you still stood in your jeans, but your bare chest exposed and touching, as Fp brought you to your feet again.

The kiss never breaking, not even once, as the water began to wash away the drama of that night, making way for the sun that would rise in the morning, one that was full of warmth and security in the only place you wanted to stay, where Fp also wanted you to stay.

anonymous asked:

My Ex and I broke up two months ago and I tried to get her back in everyway possible but she says she doesn't love me. I have been working out a lot, doing all the things that I'm supposed to do, but I still love her more than anything and want her back. She lives in a house here and has an awesome job (creative director) and I'm still in college. She has since blocked me on all social media told me were not getting back together. I haven't spoken to her since. What should I do to get her back?

Readers won’t stop sending the Bad Advisor their real-ass questions to answer, so the Bad Advisor is periodically going to try her hand at answering them.

You should not try to get her back. You should respect the fact that she doesn’t want to be with you no matter how much you work out. It is creepy and inappropriate for you to continue to try to contact her. A person who blocks you is a person who doesn’t want to talk to you for any reason. Never contact her again.

Stop expending your time and energy on making yourself into what you think this woman wants and instead spend it on becoming the kind of person you want to be. And make sure that person is someone who respects other people’s boundaries.

-Veronica never really told anyone she was Pansexual

-As someone everyone in New York was watching, she knew she’d get hell if she came out

-She was actually super relieved when everything came crashing down, because that meant she didn’t have to put up a persona anymore for people to look at

-You knew her when she was still the Loge Princess in New York, her secret girlfriend that only her parents knew about

-You weren’t as rich, you were actually scraping by because you were emancipated because you had a terrible home life

-You met Veronica when you were working in one of your jobs, and she tried getting away from the spotlight

-You actually engaged her in a conversation that her sides hurting from so much laughter

-So it became a regular thing for you both to see each other during your shift, and she’d wait until it was over. You’d walk her home (around the back), and one day you kissed her in the alleyway

-Her dad saw, and brought you both inside where her parents gave you both a talk

-Turns out they were both ecstatic about it, and would welcome you there any time

-You understood why it was a secret, the public just saw you as Veronica’s best friend, or “Charity Case”

-Things went tumbling down when paparazzi snapped a picture of you and Veronica in a compromising position in her room

-It was around the time during Veronica’s dad getting persecuted, and since Veronica was under pressure you both got into a big fight

-She said some really hurtful stuff, and threw you out of the apartment (where you’d been unintentionally staying)

-You called up your cousin, who was a southside serpent biker and his son Jughead, and they agreed to take you in if you went to Riverdale

-And you move, then Veronica moves

-And she tries everything in her power to get you back

-She kisses you in her River Vixens audition in front of everyone to prove to you she was done hiding

-After that you both are inseparable

-Veronica is the harsh one that is protective over you

-You’re the person who’d rather just chill behind her, supporting her every move

-Though she’s cold and stoic with everyone, when it comes to you she’s the sweetest person ever

-She just wants what’s best for you

-”Ronnie, why do I have a new hoodie?”

-”Because munchkin, I saw you staring at it in the store!”

-You work the same shifts as Hermione at Pop’s, which make you both closer

-You call Veronica: Ronnie, Ron, Bunny,Daisy, Lodgecabin

-She calls you munchkin when trying to get away with something, Star, Cupcake, Babygirl

-You’re actually the dominant one in the relationship

-You have to keep your Bae Veronica in check

-”Veronica, no.”

-”But (Y/N)–”

-”NO.”

-”I just–”

-”You’re not buying a puppy!”

-You have that conversation with her a lot

-You’ve developed a steel against her puppy eyes

-But she still knows how to get past your defenses

-You always watch her at the Vixens practice

-You hate when Cheryl gets petty and has it our for your girlfriend

-”Oye! Cheryl, I have some hedgeclippers out back to yank that stick outta your ass, do you wanna borrow them?!”

-She always glares at you

-Veronica always blows you a kiss

-You both a constantly late to school

-Because you both end up making out in the car before you leave

-And get sexually frustrated

-And then things go downhill from there

-But neither of you are complaining

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

“To The One Who Loves Her Next." - Grayson Dolan X Reader

Pairing: Grayson Dolan X Reader

Word Count: 932

Prompt: Grayson writes a letter to a girl he’s still in love with’s new man.

Warnings: Sad Gray:(

A/N: I’m sorry I haven’t been working on the blurbs and prompts and stuff. But I wrote this to hopefully make up for it. More imagines will be out soon! xx



“To the one who loves her next, 

 She’s terrified of bugs. So if you’re out one night with your friends and she’s home and she texts you freaking out because there’s a spider on her window, please go home and kill it. She’ll get upset and won’t sleep otherwise.

 She’s a total book worm. She adores all types of genre’s, and will always make time to read. Do not take that time away from her. Make sure she always gets some reading time in. It helps her decompress. She is also very big on studying and making sure she does well in school. She won’t reply for hours and sometimes you won’t hear from or see her for a week. You’ll take that personally. Don’t. She’s simply taking care of herself so that she does well in the future. She’ll tell you she loves you and will talk about how much she missed you when she was gone. 

 Some nights, when she goes out and drinks a little too much, she’ll call you to come pick her up, hiccuping into the phone until you arrive to the bar. When you get her home and into bed, she’ll fuss and pout for a bit before she gets playful. She’ll keep you up all night giggling and tickling you repeating “I love you and i’m sorry i’m obnoxious.” She is not obnoxious. Be sure she drinks plenty of water before she passes out or else she’ll be miserable in the morning.  

She gets extremely jealous. My god, she gets so jealous. And when she does, it doesn’t take long for her to do so. Those soft hazel eyes will turn cold. She beats herself up about that, and she doesn’t mean to be so possessive. Just keep in mind that she loves you. Reassure her that you love her too.

 On that note, she needs constant reassurance. Tell her you love her whenever you can, and mean it. If you can’t do that, then leave her. She deserves so much more than that.

 She is the most kind hearted, beautiful, strong, and independent woman i know. But her self esteem is low and she is so insecure. It still breaks my heart. So when you two get into a fight, which i know you will because she’s stubborn as hell, she will say “you don’t love me.” Do not get upset. Simply remind her that you do and name every possible reason why and she’ll come around again.  

Please remember that her dog comes first. Always. Rocky means the world to her, and she’d do anything for that pup.

 Pay attention to the little things about her. Notice how she clicks her tongue when she’s thinking, how she kicks her feet when she’s sleeping. Notice how she’ll turn red at the slightest compliments or slightly ignore you if you’ve upset her. Notice how she takes her coffee and how she puts 3 spoonfuls of sugar in her tea. She will notice. 

 She is very sensitive. Do not raise your voice at her. Ever. She may be stubborn but it doesn’t take much for her to start crying. Watch what you say around her. If you say something stupid and uncalled for, it will be stuck in her head and start to think it’s true. Do not tease her for being emotional. She cannot help it. She is the sweetest girl to ever walk the Earth. Do not ruin that.

 When she’s having a breakdown or an anxiety attack, wrap her in your arms and do not let her go, no matter what she tells you or how hard she tries to get out of your grip. Rub her back and whisper soothing things in her ear. It will calm her down immensely. Tell her she’s okay and that she’s safe with you, and that she has medication if she needs it.

 If you cannot treat her like royalty; like the princess she is, then let someone else. That girl deserves the world. Give her the love, care and respect she deserves. And if you know you can’t, give someone else the opportunity to do so. 

 Losing her is a pain you will never shake. It’s a feeling I would never wish upon anyone. Your world will come crashing down and you’ll feel helpless and lost with no direction. You’ll realize that she meant more to you than you’d ever realized and your heart will fall out of your chest and onto the ground beneath you, smashing into a thousand little fragments. Those pieces will never fit together like they used to. Do not let her go. It will be the biggest mistake you’ll ever make. I’d know because I’ve done so myself. 

 Don’t let her go, because not only will it break you, but it will break her. She’s gone through so much in her life already and she can’t handle much more. That, I know for a fact. She is fragile. She will love you with every bone in her body and everything she has to offer. Please give her the same. Don’t take advantage of the love she’s providing. 

 I am begging you not to hurt her. She is such a bright girl. Don’t let her sparkle die out.

 Give her your all and she’ll return the favor. She’ll change your perspective on life and make everything okay again. As long as you give her the world, you’ll never need to ask the universe for another thing ever again.

 Please remember that. 

 Sincerely, a man who couldn’t give her what she deserves.”

Psycho - Nightwing x Reader

Originally posted by rainbowclashart

Requested by Anon - a Nightwing imagine where the reader is Harley and Joker’ daughter and no one on the team trust her, especially Nightwing who she had a crush on. Since she is their daughter she can be a little weird and crazy at times and one time Nightwing snaps and calls her a psycho just like her parents. so she runs off and no one hears from her for almost a year They try to find her but nothing. She saves them from her parents and Nightwing tries to get her to come back cause he likes her too


“So what are we doing today?” you shouted, cartwheeling into the training room. You could feel the team’s distrustful stares on you, but you ignored them to stop in front of Nightwing. Giving him a salute, you grinned at him. “Ready for anything, Bossman.” 

Nightwing frowned before brushing passed you. “Today we are working on basic combat skills.” You frowned slightly, hurt that he ignored you. However, you pushed that aside, moving to stand with the others. They shifted away from you as if you were contagious disease. A stab of pain echoed in your heart as you forced yourself to focus on the good looking Nightwing. 

Everyone started to pair off. You turned to Robin who was standing near you. “Hey Bird Boy, wanna dance with me?” 

Robin gave you a disgusted look before shaking his head. “Sorry, I’m with…” He looked around quickly as if begging for help. Cassie saw his situation, waving him over. Robin sighed in relief. “I’m with Cassie.” He ran off, leaving you alone.

Your heart ached a little, but you ignored it, moving around to ask the next person. However, everyone already had a partner. Nightwing noticed your predicament, sighing in irritation. He waved you over to him. You skipped over to him, smiling happily.

Nightwing rolled his eyes before giving out instructions. Soon everyone separated to start sparring. You and Nightwing moved towards the far corner. Nightwing dropped into a fighting stance. 

“So, how is your day?” you asked, watching him carefully. You didn’t drop into a defensive stance, choosing to stand calmly in front of him. Nightwing didn’t answer, rolling his eyes again. “You seem rather tense.” 

“Enough,” he ordered before attacking you. You easily dodged his attacks, and continued talking.  

“I was just thinking about bananas.” You laughed, thinking about it as you knocked his feet from under him with a swift kick. “Did you know their scientific name is musa sapientum, which means the fruit of the wise men? Isn’t that weird?” 

“(Y/N), I really don’t care,” Nightwing snapped, jumping to his feet. “Focus on training.” 

You gave him a curious look, blushing slightly. “Well, I can’t help that it’s so boring. You may be good looking, Nightwing, but you are hardly challenging.” Nightwing’s eyes narrowed before he sprinted forward. He started throwing fast punches and kicks, intending to harm.

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a blurb of edging with niall? Like him denying your orgasm multiple times until you can't take it anymore. Love your writing!!

Inspired by this

There really is no way to apologize for falling asleep during sex.  No words to even start the sentence to segway into an apology for that.  And being that Niall prided himself on being an above average lover in every sense of the word, that made it even worse.

When Annie tried to start talking all she heard was the grumbly, testy voice Irish accent as he ranted about it.

“Niall, It’s been a rough week.”

“A rough week?!?!?”  He asked as his mouth fell open, “Rough enough that ya fell asleep underneath me?  Seriously?”

“Niall-”

He turned on his heel, walking out of the room with his finger pointed in the air,

“Like I’m boring or some shit…I’ll show ya how goddamn boring I am.”  He grumbled as he walked out of the room.  He turned around with his finger in the air, “I’ll have ya know that every woman I ever been with says I’m the best they ever had.  EVERY woman.  EVER been with.”  He turned to leave the room again shaking his head, “Unbelievable.”  He turned around again, this time with his finger pointed into his chest, “I’m a good…no great.  I’m a GREAT lover.  And you’re over here fallin’ asleep like you’re in fuckin’ math class.”  He turned back around, “You wait…we’ll see who’s fuckin’ boring.  Better start prayin’ to some God…cuz your ass will be sore for a goddamn month when I’m done.”

And that was that.  He left Annie staring at him as he walked upstairs to their bedroom, never to be heard from again.  Or at least, not to be heard from for another week.

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anonymous asked:

Request! The RFA + V and Saeran accidentally slapping/punching MC while they are having a fight!! Love your writing <3

ahh thank you so much and sorry for the delay!! I hope you like this~~

P.S. shameless self-promotion: I wrote a headcanon not so similar to this called Fight Me, where MC defends the RFA and stuff so take a look if you’re interested :D


first of all, let’s all say a prayer for MC’s reaction in all these scenarios:

“excuse me?”

Yoosung: 

  • NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
  • “I’M SORRY MC I;M SO SORRY PLS FORGIVE ME”
  • he’s so scared like shitshitshittt
  • this is why his mom told him to NEVER GET INTO FIGHTS
  • his clumsy ass doesn’t even know who tf he’s aiming at and he’S TRYNA FIGHT
  • WHO AM I FIGHTING AGAIN????
  • he can’t even say “fight me” louder than mouse tho 
  • how did he even get in a fight in the first place
  • oh
  • it was because someone bought the last ice cream bar at the convenience store
  • and he stuck out his tongue at that person
  • who then proceeded to stomp on Yoosung’s foot
  • so then he flinched and hit MC
  • also did i mention this “person” is
  • … 7 yrs old

Zen:

  • WHO’S THIS MOFO ATTACKING ME FROM BEHIND-
  • OH CRAP IT WAS MC
  • instantly drops?? the guy he had a headlock on and runs to MC’s “rescue”
  • is he rescuing MC from his own hit or what
  • so MC’s over there like rubbing her side because he ELBOWED her
  • and he’s just like “OMG PRINCESS R U OK” “I DIDN’T MEAN TO HIT YOU”
    • also you know those shows where it’s like the person is talking to someone but then is also being attacked from behind??
    • yea so that’s happening and he’s fending off those people while apologizing
  • “Zen can we just go”
  • ZEN THE KNIGHT mode activated
  • he’s turned into some Optimus Prime shit
  • bridal carries MC away and he actually looks bulletproof

Jaehee:

  • Jaehee was having a cat fight with some chick at the bar
  • y’know normally she was chill right
  • but GURL THIS TIME SHE COULDN’T HOLD BACK
  • so she was over there doin taekwondo moves with heels on
  • and MC was just like this is real bad
  • so she tries to intervene but ends up getting flipped instead
  • “OWWWW” her back was stinging
  • “OMG MC!! WHAT DID I DO?!”
  • now she was back to normal Jaehee and started to do some emergency procedures 
  • “I must begin a head-to-toe examination, please tell me if anything hurts”
  • “Jaehee…”
  • “I’m going to start with your head, don’t move”
  • “Jaehee.”
  • “Do you feel pain here?” 
  • “JAEHEE STOP PRESSING INTO MY SCALP”
  • at this point MC is so embarrassed she pulls Jaehee out of the bar with the speed of light
  • hazukashiidesu (〃´ノω`〃)

Jumin:

  • he didn’t even notice until TWO HOURS AFTER THE FACT
  • yes that’s how oblivious Mr. Corporate Heir is
  • “MC, what is that bruise on your arm?”
  • MC’s friendly reminder face:
  • ohhhh
  • “I apologize, I shall call my personal doctor immediately.”
  • “JUmin, it’s the miDDLE OF THE NIGHT”
  • “Your point?”
  • HOW MUCH MORE DENSE CAN HE GET AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
  • so he makes up for it!
  • “MC, I’m sorry, I’ll make up for it.”
  • BOI BETTER WEAR KITTY EARS FOR THE NIGHT YASSSSSSS
  • ;)

707: 

  • lol shit
  • oh no actually SHIT
  • now he doesn’t know what to do liek
  • MC’s got tears in her eyes because he kicked her in the shin
  • “01110000 01101100 01100101 01100001 01110011 01100101 00100000 01101000 01100001 01110110 01100101 00100000 01100011 01101000 01100101 01100101 01110011 01100101 00100000 01110000 01101001 01111010 01111010 01100001″
  • “Seven, I don’t speak binary”
  • “AJAJAJAJAJA sorry MC”
  • so he begins to make silly faces to make her laugh which only makes it worse because MC laughs so hard she bumps her shin INTO SOMETHING ELSE
  • “OUCH!!1!”
  • oopsie
  • “Here, sit on this pile of honey buddha chips it’ll make you feel better”
  • -_-

Saeran: 

  • no bb
  • he was fighting because some guys tried hit her up and he was not going to take any of that BS
  • “HEY BRO YOU WANNA GO?!”
  • right so they’re fighting fighting fighting… what else is new
  • AND THEN BAM
  • MC gets hurt
  • how???
  • well, ya boy Saeran went a little overboard and ended up moving too close to MC and so when he flung at the dude he ended up smacking MC instead
  • oh no
  • this bb suddenly loses all his strength and power and he’s just staggering backwards because he hurt someone he loves :(
  • “MC! MC! PLEASE BE OKAY I DIDN’T MEAN TO HURT YOU!”
  • he was shaking her so violently she thought her head would fall off
  • “It’s okay, let’s get out of here”
  • CINNAMON BUN piggy-back-rides MC home apologizing non-stop

V:

  • V doesn’t fight period.
  • ALL RIGHT GUYS THANKS FOR READING THAT’S IT FOR V-

  • fine.
  • just beCAUSE HE’S A PEACEMAKER doesn’t mean this man doesn’t get angry
    • um but he can’t see???
    • SHHHH
  • anyway so he’s like tryna get this guy to back the f up
  • throwing punches and slaps in every direction possible but suddenly he feels something soft and squishy
  • was that MC’s … cheek?
    • y’all nasty if you thought he hit her t…
  • “AH!”
  • omg no it really was her!
  • so he’s super sorry like bb don’t cry you weren’t even the one who got hit
  • but he’s so apologetic he literally swears that he’s never going to fight again like
  • “MC pls forgive my horrible heart and soul”

it’s not like you gotta but i suggest you translate Seven’s binary numbers

~Cherry L.


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[ Here are some of my coherent thoughts on Shoushitsu + Tri overall, hopefully more organized than the string of upper-case letters I splattered across everyone’s dashboards a few days ago. This is INCREDIBLY long and all based on my personal speculation and the limited knowledge of mythology + themes outside of the adventure-verse, so I hope that dividing it into sections is helpful if anyone actually wants to read this and everything should be taken with a grain of salt. ]

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[Miraculous Ladybug]: Misdial

now that authors have been revealed i can finally post my spring exchange fic!

this is a chlonette story that i wrote for @megatraven ​ based on her chlonette bullet point fic (which you should totally read btw). i always love and excuse to write chlonette, so i hope you all enjoy it :)

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: Misdial

Summary: When Chloe wakes up in the middle of the night, she desperately tries to call Sabrina to help her get back to sleep.

She misdials and calls Marinette instead.


Misdial


Chloe needs to hear Sabrina’s voice.

Her eyes feel heavy with the pressure of tears she’s forcing herself to swallow back, and she can hear herself pulling lungfuls of air into her chest while she yanks her phone off the charger. Her fingers are shaking so terribly it takes her four tries to correctly type her pass code, but she sees Sabrina’s name on her recent calls list and her thumb mashes down on the screen.

She presses the phone tightly to her ear and rocks back and forth on the bed as it rings once, twice, three times. Chloe thinks it must be at least two in the morning, and she knows that Sabrina isn’t ever up this late. She tends to sleep through phone calls in the middle of the night, and Chloe is prepared for the sound of her voicemail and the crippling resignation that’ll come when she’ll have to get through this alone. Chloe bites down on her lip and nods to herself. That’s okay. Sabrina needs her sleep. She understands.

Chloe’s about to give up when the sixth ring is cut off and the line picks up on the other end. She doesn’t waste time with greetings or apologies. The words are already tripping out of her mouth.

“I-I had it again,” she chokes out, her voice thick with tears. “It was the same dream again but a hundred times worse, and I woke up with my heart in my throat and there was no one around and I panicked. I-It felt really real this time, Sabrina, and I was all alone and I couldn’t hear anyone or see anyone and I feel like I’m about to throw up a-and I just…..I just, I don’t know what to do and I’m too scared to go back to sleep, please , I can’t calm down and everything feels so wrong!”

The panic in her voice is starting to make her hyperventilate, so she stops and places a hand over her mouth so she can breathe in through her nose, just like Sabrina taught her the first time she called her in the middle of the night. Chloe’s heart is still racing, as if her body still thinks she’s in danger, and she’s patiently waiting for Sabrina to respond so that she can finally relax.

She hears a voice on the other end — one filled with worry, words slurring together out of exhaustion — but Chloe freezes up in horror when she realizes that it isn’t Sabrina’s.

“Um….wha’s wrong now?”

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Home (Olicity, post-5x23 ficlet)

Summary: Felicity goes somewhere else when the bombs go off.

Author’s Notes: It’s easier to write new ficlets than go through the voluminous chapters of Blood Hands on the bus into work. This was supposed to be a fluffy ficlet based on a prompt, but apparently I’ve had enough fluff because this veered off into whatever this is. I tried some new things with this.

This picks up right where 5x23 left us.

*Slight Angst Warning*

(read on AO3)

Home

The bombs beeped, arming one by one, the sound falling around them in a deafening cascade. The reality of what was about to happen sunk in just before the instinct to move roared in her ears.

Someone grabbed her arm, ripping her jacket as someone else nearby tripped in their haste to get away. For a second all she heard was the frantic shouts of her friends, felt the fear filling the air between them. And then she looked down at the bomb under her feet.

“00:00:00”

“Go!”

She ran.

But there was nowhere to go, no place where they’d survive.

A faint click sounded, one after the other. It chased after them, each bomb falling into its final phase, catching up to them way too fast.

“No!”

A boom shook the ground, followed by another, and another, the island cracking underneath them in cacophonous waves.

Screams.

Something hard hit her, slamming her to the ground, a rush of light blinding her… and then there was only pain as fire swallowed her whole.

Darkness.

*

“May I have this dance?”

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Clarke's choice

Clarke was told a thousand times to leave Lexa. Her mother didn’t want Skaikru to become part of the coalition or for her to stay with Lexa. Bellamy demanded she leave Polis. Titus tried to get her to go back to her people. Roan offered vengeance against Lexa. Nia offered Clarke and Skaikru security against Lexa. Clarke said no to all of them. Every single time Clarke chose Lexa. That was the depth of Clarke’s love.

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Make A Wish (3/4)

Stuck in the Enchanted Forest after her wish was granted, Emma seeks out Killian. She doesn’t expect what she finds.

Endless thanks to @caprelloidea for reading over this for me.

Rating: M

Word count: 5002

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Killian’s fingers never leave Emma’s skin. It’s as though he can’t decide where he wants to touch her, first brushing her hair from her forehead before his knuckles caress her cheek, drifting down over her collarbone before sliding under the covers to lightly trace nonsense patterns across her bare back.

It’s one of Emma’s favorite things about him, how he becomes so soft in intimate moments like these. Even before he remembered her it was the same, the way he let her hold his hand, the way he kissed her back when she took a chance and pulled him to her. She closes her eyes and rests her cheek to his chest, falling into the feeling, the only sounds his steady heartbeat under her ear and the faint crackling of the fire.

She touches him too, her thumb painting circles over his chest before sliding her hand over his shoulder and down his arm. He sighs when she wraps her fingers around his blunted wrist and she loves that about him too, that he’s vulnerable enough to let her do this. Someday she’ll work up the courage to ask if anyone had touched his bare wrist before her. She suspects not, but it’s such a delicate thing, the way he feels about it. Sometimes it’s all bravado but in others she can see the insecurity there, all the subtle little looks and playful self-deprecating comments he thinks she doesn’t notice. In the meantime she settles for grabbing his hook whenever she can, for holding his wrist like it’s nothing because it truly is for her, for making him forget and telling him she loves him.

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Time to be happy…

anonymous asked:

may i have pining headcanons for the main four + mettaton and asgore?

*cracks knuckles dramatically* - M.M.

Sans:

- He hopes you don’t notice the way his eyes never leave you. He just can’t help it, he’s always watching you, like he’s afraid to turn away for even a second to realize you’ve vanished into thin air. Out of his life, possibly forever.

- The moment he kind of catches what jokes get even so much as a giggle out of you, get ready to hear a hundred more. Of course none of them are very good jokes, but as long as he’s got so much as a chance to hear your laugh again, he’ll go through as many rotten eggs as can be to find that one good apple.

- It takes a lot in him not to just…constantly stay by your side. Sure, he keeps an eye on you from afar, popping up here & there with his cart while making his “daily rounds” but sometimes it doesn’t feel like enough. He just wants to stay with you for longer than eternity would allow him–or at least, the RESETs would.

Papyrus:

- Constant dates. But they’re definitely not dates. They’re 100% platonic hang-out sessions where you two just so happen to stumble across a romantic comedy or two. Usually where the two main leads are also best friends who end up as date-mates through a series of comedic hi-jinks!! Wow, maybe it’s a sign

- He’s always holding your hand (sometimes until you have to ask him to let go, he’ll honestly just keep holding it all day if you don’t tell him to). Brushing up against you while he gives you cooking lessons, even going so far as to snag sips from your drinks or bites from your food. Oh no!! An indirect kiss!! What a definitely unfortunate & in no way on-purpose happenstance!!!

- He practices confessing to you in the mirror for hours. It’s like a montage of him clipping through his favorite outfits–of course they’re all his favorites–& trying to express himself as best he can. But!! All of his speeches!! Are fantastic!!! How could he possibly limit himself to just one, oh you wouldn’t be able to take it, you’d crave more the moment he started to talk!!! Too bad, back to the drawing board, then.

Undyne:

- Love letters. She writes so many love letters to you & she doesn’t send not-a-one. Because!! How can a letter contain what she feels for you?! God that sounds sappy but it’s true!! She just really really…really really really really really really really likes you.

- When you two hang out, she’s always finding a way to get as close to you as possible. Pretending to noogie you, throwing you onto her back to carry you somewhere, grabbing your hand to show you something cool. She treasures those moments for as long as she can, & keeps feeling your warmth under her scales for the rest of the day afterwards.

- She’s always complimenting you. How pretty you are, how hot you are, how drop-dead gorgeous you are. She’s always hinting about how lucky someone would be to have her, & the things she’d do to be that lucky person. Just!! Hurry up & notice how she feels. Before she goes crazy.

Alphys:

- She also rehearses her confessions, but they always go smoother in her head. She tries several times to just do it outright, but before she can even get the words out she’s making an excuse to change the subject, or refusing to broach it at all. Just a little more practice, & she’ll get there eventually, she’s sure!! Next time, for sure!!

- Her version of “subtle” hints are used int he form of emojis/emoticons. Mostly through winky faces. Or cute cat-like faces. & hearts, but she uses those sparingly, & always gets super flustered & tries to back-track on her statement the moments following her actually sending a heart.

Mettaton:

- He goes about it just as dramatically as you’d expect. While he’s around you he’s as cool as ever, but the moment he’s behind doors he’s moping around like you’ve just rejected him without ever saying a word. Every. Single. Time. You hang out together.

- He’s a bit like Undyne in that he’ll make excuses to get close to you, but the man has no sense of a personal bubble. When I say close to you, I mean up in your face, maybe an inch away from actually kissing you. He’ll always say he’s just teasing, then laugh (way too loudly, & for way too long) to try to drown out the vicious humming of his cooling fans.

Asgore:

- He tries so hard to be approachable. He’ll force himself into holding you close, constantly try to use (terrible) pick-up lines on you, & overall just make things incredibly awkward for the sake of being someone he thinks you’d be interested in. The fact that it never lands just makes him more discouraged.

- Those genuine moments you have growing close just make him crave your company even more. He’ll be up late into the night, trying to figure out just how to show you how much he appreciates your companionship, & how desperate he is to take that a step further.

- Sometimes when he’s feeling especially bold as you part ways he’ll kiss your hand, like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever had the pleasure of holding, & wish you a good day. Then he’ll sulk in his room, feeling terrible for having done such a thing without even asking your permission first.