Headcanon that the reason why the information in the three Journals wasn’t separated between them in any sort of chronological order is because Ford kept losing one or the other of them and just scribbling things down in whichever one came to hand first.
The next time you saw Taehyung, things were not the same.
Maybe it was just you being weird—god, why did you have to be so awkward?—but every time you made eye contact, even when you were with a group of friends, all you could do was picture the way he had been staring at you, his intense, lust-filled gaze locking with yours as he rocked into your frame, leaning his forehead against yours and never, ever breaking the eye contact that had played a crucial role in sending you over the edge. The memory would hit you all at once, and suddenly you would be unable to look at him again for the rest of the day.
If he was feeling anything even remotely similar to what you were, he definitely didn’t show it. He continued to talk to you as if nothing had happened, laughing and joking like you usually did until eventually you would get annoyed. Why isn’t this affecting you like it’s affecting me?! you wanted to scream, but you knew you couldn’t. After all, you had told him from the very beginning that you wouldn’t make things weird. He was the one who didn’t want to do this, and you convinced him; you couldn’t help but wonder if this was all just one huge, irreversible mistake.
But then you reminded yourself of why you wanted to do this in the first place: you had only had sex twice with two different guys before Taehyung, and both times were completely miserable. You couldn’t figure out how sex was supposed to be fun; you’re just laying there getting a dick shoved into you, no? But then you realized, maybe the problem was you. How was one supposed to be “good at sex”; isn’t it all just the same thing? How is one person better in bed than another? And it was these simple questions that sparked fear into your brain, starting off as a flickering flame and soon growing into a giant forest fire of worry and self-doubt. You needed answers, needed to find out the truth before the next guy you seriously liked came along; you didn’t want to mess up any future relationships by being boring between the sheets.
So that’s what prompted you to keep your mouth shut. That’s what prompted you to swallow whatever doubts you were having about this and go over to Taehyung’s again, knowing exactly what your time together would entail. You were ready for your second lesson.
“Okay, so I bought a few things for us to talk about.”
As soon as you walked into Taehyung’s room he immediately sat you down on the bed and pulled out an array of objects, anywhere from lube to anal beads, and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
“What?” Tae frowned, obviously not receiving the reaction he expected.
“What is all of this?” You were still laughing, but when you looked up and realized that he wasn’t smiling, you quickly tried to hide your amusement with stifled grins.
“They’re sex toys!” He whined defensively. “Like look, here’s a dildo, and oh—here’s a cock ring.”
“A cock ring?” You smirked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re gonna wear a cock ring?”
Taehyung looked down at the object before seeming to contemplate it in his mind. “Well, these are more for educational purposes—to show you what’s out there rather than for personal use.” He quickly placed it back down.
You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I already know what’s out there, Tae. I don’t live under a rock.”
“Yeah, well toys are important during sex, so we’re discussing them,” he sighed with a plop on the bed. “Now this is an ovipositor. It deposits little alien eggs–”
“Wait, a what?” You leaned away, staring at the phallic-shaped tube incredulously.
“An ovipositor, pay attention.” He rolled his eyes with a huff. “It deposits these little gelatin eggs inside of you, and it’s meant to replicate the feeling of being impregnated by an alien!”
You stared back at him, shocked into silence, mouth hanging open in pure disbelief. “Tae, what the fuck are you into?!”
“I found it on this forum,” he quickly waved off your question before reaching over to his nightstand. “Here, this is one of the gelatin eggs–”
As soon as he dropped the slick, goopy, yellow ball resembling the shape of an egg in your hand, you immediately screamed and let it fall to the floor.
“Y/N! You’re supposed to keep those clean!”
“What the fuck Tae!” You yelled, wide eyes looking from the alien sex toy to your best friend and then back again. “How does that thing even work?!”
“There’s a hole at both ends,” Taehyung explained as calmly as one would discuss the weather, leaning in so he could show you the blue phallic tube. “See, this is where you insert the eggs one by one, and then that forces them up and out the top!”
You continued staring with a look of disgust on your face. “You’re really sick, you know that?”
“I thought you said you already knew what’s out there!” Tae countered defensively as you got up.
“Not being impregnated by an alien!” You whipped around to look at him again. “Who the fuck has heard of that?!”
He simply shrugged. “Guess you’re not as kinky as you thought.”
You shook your head as you looked down at the forgotten egg on the floor, debating on leaving if your problem was just going to be made fun of like this. “You know, Tae, this isn’t a joke to me. I put myself out there and came to you because I seriously–”
“Oh my god, we’re not using them!” He groaned with a roll of his eyes. “I just got it because I thought it’d be funny to show you! There’s an actual reason for all of this; here, come sit down.”
He was patting the spot next to him that you’d just gotten up from, blinking his eyes innocently and smiling one of the biggest smiles you’d ever seen—one he always used to get what he wanted.
You crossed your arms and shook your head, this time in disbelief that you were actually entertaining one of his antics as you took your spot back on the bed, careful to avoid the alien dick as you did.
“Now, as I was trying to say before I was so rudely interrupted,” Taehyung glared at you, “sex toys are what makes a relationship fun and exciting, and can set apart the wild in bed from the snoozers. The kinkier, the better.” He held up the ovipositor with a wriggle of his brows.
You pressed your palm to your face, silently asking yourself why he was the one out of all your friends who you chose for these lessons.
“These are anal beads.” He held up the long string of black balls on his finger. “They can be used to–”
“No way, nuh uh,” you waved both hands at him, quickly shaking your head. “We’re not doing any butt stuff.”
He seemed surprisingly caught off guard by this. “Are you sure? Anal is a given way to make any sex life better.”
“Yes, Tae, I’m sure. No anal.”
The boy just shrugged before putting them down, this time picking up a small, thin, metallic looking object. “Now this is a Prince’s Wand, and it gets inserted into the male's–”
“Okay, you know what? I think I’m good on sex toys,” you immediately jumped up, lifting the objects in your arms and shoving them back into the drawer of his nightstand. “Why don’t we move onto the next part of the lesson?”
Taehyung looked offended at first before his eyes lit up. “Ooh, okay! The next part is sex positions.”
You nearly resisted the urge to smack yourself on the forehead.
45 minutes and 22 positions later, you were currently laying on the bed, your head and shoulders flat against the mattress while the rest of your body was up in the air, your legs bent so far back that they were touching the pillow behind you.
“I don’t really see how I’m supposed to… move in this position,” you called to Tae who was kneeling in front of you, attempting to move your hips which just made your body rock back and forth like the ball that it was shaped into.
“No, that’s my job,” your friend informed you, grabbing onto the back of your thighs which were pointed right at his face. “I move you up and down with the pace of my thrusts; see, you just roll a little! That’s why it’s called the butter churner.”
You glared up at him as he mimicked the movements. “I don’t see how this could at all be sexually pleasing,” you frowned as you put your legs back down and emerged from your ball. “It just seems like it would hurt my neck.”
“Well maybe, but what’s life without living on the edge a little?” He smirked before nudging you playfully.
You didn’t nudge back. “Do people actually do these sex positions?” You rested your elbow on your knee with a sigh. “The only ones I know of are missionary, doggy style, reverse cowgirl… all these others seem like ones that old people would use if they were scrambling to keep their marriage alive.”
He barked out a laugh before answering your question. “Not really, no. Not unless the sex is so bad that you need to start looking up new positions.”
You chuckled before growing silent. “Sex with me isn’t that bad… right?” You bit your lip and looked up at him with worried eyes.
“No!” Taehyung’s booming laughter filled the room as he hit your arm for good measure. “I’m talking about people who don’t move and basically act like they’re dead. No one wants that… unless necrophilia is your thing.”
“Gross!” You hit his arm back with a laugh, the sounds of amusement fading naturally into silence.
Tae looked at you before holding out his hand. “Come on, enough fooling around. Let’s get to the action, shall we?”
You felt your stomach roll as you took his outstretched hand, not sure of where he was going with this until he suddenly sat up against the bed frame and pulled you on top of him.
“O–oh.” Your eyes went wide at the abrupt action before grabbing onto his shoulders and adjusting your position on his lap, your knees bent on either side of his waist and your back straight so that you were straddling him.
Taehyung didn’t notice your awkward movements, or if he did, he didn’t say anything, because soon his lips were on yours and he was kissing you in a way that had all of the air whooshing from your lungs.
You nearly resisted the urge to push him away—you hadn’t been expecting that, the action still so foreign and unfamiliar to you with your best friend—but it didn’t take long for him to refresh your memory on why you went as far as you did with him last week.
Kissing Tae wasn’t the worst experience, you could say.
You were quick to recover from your initial surprise and started moving your lips back against his, his touch and taste slowly coming back to memory after you’d all but shoved the thoughts from your mind in an effort to suppress them. Though at the moment, you couldn’t begin to remember why—not when he already had your lungs gasping for breath and his hands climbing beneath your shirt.
His fervor was just another thing that came as a surprise to you compared to his timid attitude at the beginning of your last session, though you knew it really shouldn’t have; this was Taehyung you were talking about. He could befriend a total stranger in .25 seconds, much less work up the courage to seduce his best friend.
His enthusiasm did wonders to encourage you, though. Already you could feel your hesitation waning and your hunger growing as you moved your hands from his shoulders up to tangle in the soft locks of his matted hair, already tousled on his head from the extensive workout of sex positions (aka trying to figure out which limb went where) that he just put you through.
A few wandering hands, battling tongues and heavy breaths later, it wasn’t long until you felt them: his bucking hips, which contained the one thing that played an essential role in this arrangement in the first place, and it was pressing between your legs with each motion until you suddenly couldn’t take it any longer.
“If I wanted a lesson on making out, I would’ve just asked Jimin,” you abruptly pulled away to bark in an impatient tone; this was your unconventional way of telling him to hurry up, apparently.
Taehyung’s chest was rising and falling with his heavy breaths, his lips were red from the pressure that he used to kiss you, and his eyebrows were knitting together in confusion at your departure before he was suddenly rolling his eyes.
“God, you sure know how to ruin the mood.”
His words came out as a grumble though you could sense there was no true malice or hard feelings behind them. He quickly tore your shirt over your head which was then accompanied by your bra, and you almost made a remark about the speed at which he was moving but you bit your tongue. You had asked for this, after all.
“Get on your back.” His voice was firm now, more of an order than the playful whine that he would usually speak with, and so you had no other choice but to gulp down your protests and do as he said.
As soon as you were against the mattress and left exposed from the waist up with nothing but your nerves driving you forward, Tae’s fingers were on your zipper. “Do you mind if I take these off?” He grinned, a glint of mischief in his expression as he started undoing the button of your pants without waiting for an answer.
Your breath stayed lodged in your throat as you watched him, unable to make any movement from your spot against the mattress as he eased your legs out of their confinement. It was only with the realization that you had forgotten which pair of underwear you put on today that you lifted your head to look down out of curiosity.
“Oh my god,” you groaned out loud when you saw them, completely mortified as you squeezed your eyes shut and collapsed your head back against the pillow with a sigh of defeat.
“Frozen?” Taehyung stated in disbelief, staring down at your panties before looking up at you with wide eyes. “You have Frozen underwear?”
“I bought them when I was a little kid!” You groaned again, covering up your face with your hands and silently reprimanding yourself. You couldn’t believe today was the day you chose to wear these.
“Um, Frozen didn’t come out that long ago…”
“Shut up!” You shouted in exasperation before sitting up. “You’re ruining the mood!”
“Me? You’re the one wearing Frozen underwear!” He shot back while trying to hide the giggles that were threatening to escape his lips.
“Whatever,” you scoffed, ignoring the embarrassment that inflamed your face as you fell back against the bed.
“Jeez, Y/N. Why can’t you just let it go,” Taehyung said, and this time he was unable to hold back as he burst into laughter at his own joke.
You groaned louder to drown him out. “I hate you,” you grumbled, fighting the smile tugging at your lips as you crossed your arms over your chest and stared off into the distance.
“Oh really?” He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head at you cockily.
Oh no. You knew that look.
You quickly sat up and opened your mouth to protest when you suddenly felt a long, slender finger being pressed against the center of your clothed slit.
You instantly fell back against the mattress as a shudder ran straight through you. “Tae!” You scolded, gritting your teeth at him. The little shit.
“What is it, Y/N?” He asked innocently, peering down at you with an unsuspecting smile as he pressed his finger against you harder. “You were saying something?”
“I–” You fought to get your words out, but you couldn’t speak between the heavy breaths of air that escaped you as you felt him start to massage small, tight circles around your clit. “I–”
“You—you what?” He teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he watched your writhing frame. “You hate me?” In one swift motion he pushed your panties to the side and swiped his cool finger against your now dripping wet core.
“Ah!” You moaned out, throwing your head back and arching your back as he found direct contact with your exposed clit.
“It sure doesn’t sound like you hate me,” he said, tauntingly swirling within your wetness and dragging mewls of desire from your throat. “It sounds like you like what I’m doing to you. Is that right?”
He kept dancing around your entrance, teasingly starting to dip his finger inside only to quickly pull it away again. You started to shake your head no, if only to withhold the satisfaction from him, but at this point your lust outweighed your pride.
“Please,” you whimpered.
His eyes sparkled even brighter at your plea, instantly shooting forward to hover over your body as his fingers lingered over where you wanted him the most, his face now inches from yours and studying your expressions closely.
“You have to say…” He paused, sticking out his bottom lip and looking up at the ceiling in thought. “Kim Taehyung is better than me at everything.”
“What?” You cried out before harshly jerking away from him. “No!”
“Oh? Is that so?” He raised both his eyebrows, peering down at you innocently as his fingers suddenly tore through your walls and entered inside of you.
Your mouth fell open into a frozen gasp, rendered completely speechless as he hooked his index finger before dragging it back out. A deep shudder ran through you as you watched him bring the finger up to his mouth before sucking it clean of your juices.
“You taste so good,” he marveled, eyeing you under heavy lids as he licked a stripe up his finger one more time with his enticingly pink tongue. “It would be a shame for it to go to waste.”
You were panting heavily now, but this time it was solely from the intoxicatingly lustful gaze he was giving you. “Tae, pl–”
“Ah ah,” he interrupted, shaking his head at you with a grin. “You know the magic words.”
You swear to god when this is over, you’re going to kill him.
“Kim Taehyung is better than me at everything!” You cried out desperately, and then the air was whooshing from your lungs as you felt his finger finally enter you again. “Oh my god,” you moaned in pleasure, gaping at the pure ecstasy that took over your body.
Taehyung watched you closely, his mouth in an open-smile and his eyes drinking up every single one of your reactions. It was only when you felt him pull away did you open your mouth to bark out a protest, but to your delight, you realized that he was just properly removing your Frozen underwear (which thankfully was not brought up to ruin the mood again) before returning to pleasuring you.
“More Tae,” you whimpered, completely tossing your pride aside as you all but begged for him. He was definitely going to give you shit for this later. “I need more.”
“Oh?” Taehyung simply cocked his head before obeying your words and inserting a second finger through your walls. “Already ready to be stretched out for my huge cock, huh?”
“God, would it kill you to not be a cocky prick for two seconds?” You couldn’t help but snap.
“With the way you’re moaning my name like that, yes, it really would.” There was a dark chuckle that escaped his lips as he said this, and it took everything in you not to rip his fingers out of you and shove them up his own ass. You might’ve, too, if it hadn’t been for the immense pleasure that was coursing through your veins and clouding your senses right now.
“I–I don’t s–see what your fucking problem i–is,” you barely managed to get out through the constant pumping of his digits.
“Why can’t you just stop being mean to me and enjoy the pleasure?” He groaned out. “God, it’s almost like you don’t want to feel good.”
You scoffed and opened your mouth to berate him some more, but suddenly he was inserting a third finger through your walls and all logical thought was instantaneously wiped from your mind.
“Oh fuck Tae!” You cried out, head thrown back and back arched as you basked in the onslaught of the sudden overwhelming pleasure he was inflicting on you. “Fuck, too much, too much!”
“Too much?” He repeated in confusion before pulling his fingers out and staring at the width of the three of them put together. “But my dick is way bigger than this!”
“And?” You screeched. “We had sex one time, it’s not like my vagina is going to magically morph to your size!”
“The vagina is a muscle that contracts and forms around what’s inserted inside of it!”
You couldn’t believe your ears. “Where’s that damn cock ring?!”
“Okay, okay, no need to be rash,” Taehyung was quick to calm you down, the fear evident in his eyes as he raised his hands in a settling manner. “Just… come here. Are you ready to fuck? We can fuck now. You can be on top if you want since I was last time.”
Your friend’s sudden cooperative attitude had your nerves calming a bit. There was even a hint of a smile on your face as you raised to your knees, able to feel the wetness sliding between your slick folds as you waited for Taehyung to take your spot on the bed so that you could climb on top.
“This is good variety,” he commented idly while you were busy straddling him. “Should we try one of the positions we tested earlier?”
The frightening memories of sex positions ranging anywhere from “downward dog” to “king cobra” flashed through your mind—images that you were sure were going to haunt your dreams for weeks. “No, that’s okay,” you quickly reassured him. “Let’s just stick to conventional methods for now since they’re the most common ones that I’ll most likely be doing with other guys.”
Taehyung stalled at your words for a moment before seeming to snap back into it and steadying your hips with his hands. “Do you got it?” He asked as you fiddled with his member outside your entrance. “Fuck I’m so hard right now… I can’t wait to be inside you.”
You suppressed the shiver that ran down your spine at his words and forced yourself from not jumping him right then and there. “Wait! Did you get condoms this time while you were out purchasing your weird sex toys?”
Taehyung’s lips formed into a small ‘o’ before he was sitting up and leaning over to the top drawer of his nightstand.
You shuttered when you caught a glimpse of the ominous ovipositor peeking out at you. “Seriously, how much did you even pay for that thing?” You were scoffing before you could keep your mouth shut. “Did you really get it just to show to me, or do you have plans of actually using it one day?”
Your friend only glanced back at you with a wriggle of his eyebrows and a creepy smirk on his lips. “Why, do you want to try it out?”
“No!” You nearly screeched.
“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” he put his hands up in mock defense and shrugged. “You know, you’re coming off as a real kink shamer right now, Y/N.”
“Because I don’t want to have alien eggs deposited into my vagina?!”
Tae simply shrugged again before shutting the drawer—thankfully without the ovipositor—and ripping open the small condom packet. “Here, put it on for me would ya?”
You were too impatient to argue as you quickly snatched the rubber from his hands, not wasting any time in coaxing it on with your fingers before proceeding to slowly lower yourself onto his dick, knowing that the foreplay already left you with more than enough wetness to take him with ease.
“Fuck,” you cried out in a long, drawn out voice as a spike of pain shot throughout your lower region. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.”
“Are you okay?” You heard Taehyung ask, and if it wasn’t for the surprise that filled you when something cocky wasn’t the first thing that flew from his lips after your reaction, then you wouldn’t have opened your eyes to see him staring up at you in concern, almost all traces of pleasure erased from his features as he put your wellbeing first.
Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” you inhaled sharply through your nose before exhaling a deep breath. “It just… took me by surprise is all.”
Caring and apologetic? Who was this new Taehyung?
“–I can’t help that my dick is so huge.”
And there he was.
You chose to ignore his arrogance by shooting him a glare before going back to closing your eyes, your head tilted back and bottom lip caught between your teeth as you slowly started to sink lower on his length. The effects were almost immediate; once you sat down on his hips with him buried to the hilt, both of you let out a simultaneous groan.
“God you feel so good,” Tae moaned, unable to stop himself from giving a small buck of his hips up into your heat. “How is it that neither guy liked having sex with you before?”
“I didn’t say they didn’t like having sex with me!” You scoffed in disbelief while experimentally swiveling your hips, suddenly fearful that he misinterpreted your whole purpose for asking this arrangement of him in the first place. “I said the sex wasn’t good for me! I just wanted to make sure I’m not the problem!”
“I can tell you right now, you’re fucking not the problem,” Taehyung let out a small, dark chuckle of disbelief as he tightened his grip and rutted his hips up a bit harder into yours, the action causing you to gain extra height as you bounced on his dick.
“Shit, Tae,” you didn’t even have time to question his words as you were suddenly doubling over in pleasure, the upper half of your body bending at the waist and collapsing onto his chest as you let his thrusting hips take over and send your body to the seventh heaven; if you weren’t religious before, you definitely were now. “Shit, right there, don’t stop!”
Taehyung grunted as he followed your commands, each snap of his hips causing his dick to hit a spot deep inside of you that felt so glorious, so deliciously sweet, that you found yourself screaming out his name like a mantra on repeat. You were enjoying sex more than you ever had in your entire life—which albeit wasn’t saying much, but hell, it was still something.
“I love hearing you,” he groaned with a devilish grin at the sheer audacity of the pleasure that was overpowering him. “Do you like it when I fuck your tight little pussy? Answer me, Y/N.”
“Yes, yes I fucking love it,” you cried back as you clung to his chest for dear life, scratches and bite marks sure to be left on his skin from where you tried to hold yourself together, if only for your sheer sanity. “God Tae, don’t stop, it feels so fucking good!”
“Good–ah!–good girl.” His praise was interrupted by an involuntary clench of your walls, one that usually happened when you were either close to cumming or trying to coax them to their climax so it could be over with as soon as possible; this time, it just so happened to be the former.
“Taehyung… I’m…” you were barely able to get the words out between the heavy breaths that labored your chest and moans that spilled from your lips.
“Are you gonna cum for me?” His tone was rhetorical, almost patronizing, though you couldn’t find it in yourself to give a damn, what with the way the sweat was plastered to your forehead and your knees shook every time you tried to lift your hips up and bounce on his cock.
So all you could do was meekly nod, your face buried in his neck and your fingernails digging into his caramel skin while your best friend completely obliterated what was left of your sanity and your pussy.
“Oh my god, Taehyung–!” There was a flash of electrifying white light until there was suddenly nothing at all, your vision going momentarily blind as your earth shattering orgasm took over your body and sky rocketed your soul into a different dimension that not even you could comprehend. It took a few moments to realize that his thumb was on your clit, still vibrating away while you rode out the aftereffects of your euphoric high.
“Holy shit you’re tightening around me so fucking much.” Taehyung was a mess of mewls and moans that finally registered through your ears when you came back to reality. “I’m not gonna be able to last much longer.”
“Then let go.” You were panting, almost exhausted at this point from the whirlwind of bliss that your body just put you through, though that didn’t stop you from gritting your teeth and pressing your hands against his chest while you bounced your hips up and down on his length, each slap of your ass against his skin filling the room with lewd noises that you’re sure it never expected to hear coming from the two best friends that had spent years upon years of their childhood playing within its walls.
“Cum for me, Tae.”
That was all it took; one breathy command of your voice, and he was instantly melting like putty beneath your body.
Gasps of ah! and Y/N! tumbled from his lips like a never ending waterfall of ecstasy, each one shooting straight into your core as you felt his dick pulsate within you. There were sudden pauses from hot cum spilling into the covering of the condom that caused his hips to stutter, movement ceasing from every bone in his body before he was suddenly coming back to reality and gently pulling out of you.
“Holy shit, that was good.” Taehyung was rolling onto his back with a laugh and tugging the rubber off. “Next time I wanna try out the vibrator I bought. Oh, and one of the sex positions!”
You were gaping like a fish out of water as you scrambled to keep up with his words, not even having a second to process things before he was already talking about your next session. “O–oh, okay.” You were nodding your head and sitting up as well to grab your clothes. “So was I good, then? Any pointers?”
“You were fucking amaz–” Taehyung cut himself off as he realized what he was saying before his entire demeanor changed, a scoff that was obviously a facade falling from his lips as he nonchalantly shrugged. “I mean, you were alright, I guess. We’re definitely gonna have to practice again though to fix some more things.”
You rolled your eyes with a laugh as you playfully swatted him before pulling on your underwear and bra. “Where’s my shorts?” You blurted out in amusement once you realized that he must’ve chucked them somewhere in the midst of your heated exchange.
After a few minutes of both of you searching the bedroom high and low, Tae finally found them abandoned beneath the skirt of the bed. “Sorry,” he chuckled as he held his own tshirt in his hands. “I’ll try to remember to throw it somewhere easily accessible next time.”
The sound of his laughter was bright and jubilant as the warm glow of the sunlight that was streaming in from the window behind him illuminated his skin, framing the outline of his body like a halo and shadowing the facial structure of his handsome–
You had never called Taehyung handsome before. You always knew that he was, in an objective sort of way—but you had never viewed him like that personally.
And you still didn’t.
You quickly shook away your thoughts before refocusing back on your best friend. “Thank you. I don’t want to have to end up leaving here wearing your clothes. Nothing screams I just had sex more than that.”
“What, are you embarrassed of me?” He raised his eyebrow accusingly as if daring you to say yes, and though his actions were light and playful, you still couldn’t help but frown at this.
“Wait… you aren’t telling people about our arrangement, are you?”
“Not yet,” Taehyung answered. “I was gonna tell some of the guys but–”
“Please don’t.” You were blurting out before you could stop yourself. “The last thing I want is for people to find out I had to come to my best friend for sex advice. Especially Jimin. Can we just… keep this to ourselves?”
There was a slight pause while he frowned. “Why Jimin?” He asked with a tilt of his head in confusion.
You almost tutted in disbelief. “Tae, you know that I like Jimin. Why are you acting like this is new news?”
You friend blinked at you as he processed this information. “Why didn’t you just go to him for sex advice, then?”
“And have him never speak to me again because I’m terrible in bed and ruined our friendship? No thanks!”
“Oh, so you were okay with potentially ruining ours, then.” His words were more of a statement than a question as he crossed his arms and glared at you.
“What? No, I knew something like this wouldn’t ruin ours because you’re my best fucking friend, Tae.” Your expression softened as you took a step closer to him and held out your pinky finger. “Since we were five years old for life.”
The was a moment of silence as tension hung in the room while you waited for him to accept your gesture of friendship, though it wasn’t long before a tut fell from his lips and rang through the air. “Five years old for life,” he repeated, and then he was hooking his finger around yours and interlocking your pinkys, savoring this moment between you that embodied nothing but the strength of your bond and purity of your friendship.
“That has to be the weirdest thing I’ve ever said after sex,” he commented idly while the two of you continued getting dressed, and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
Maybe your deal with Taehyung wasn’t going to turn out to be such a mistake after all.
Feel the Fear and Do it Anyway (Bill Skarsgard X Reader)
Requested:Hello!! :) hope you’re having a great day! I was wondering if you could make an imagine where you are watching ‘IT’ for the first time with Bill but you hate clowns. Kept up the good work!
Word Count: 1665
A/N: Thanks for requesting hopefully this is what you wanted - I know it is a bit different, but I really enjoyed writing this!
All her life, Y/N saw herself as a coward. She was a coward during the first grade spelling bee, during every exam or test, during her first date, during college tours, during everything. During every somewhat challenging situation her heart would begin to race, her hands would become clammy, and her mouth would become ickily dry. No matter how much she recited ‘this too shall pass’ to herself, the mantra never seemed to stick.
A few years back, Y/N decided to make peace with her cowardice and therefore come to terms that she was just destined to lead a boring, dull life. No airplanes (it could crash!), no public-speaking (what would everyone think of her?!), no walking atop the space needle (heights!). Which was fine. It was fine with her.
This epiphany (as it was just her luck) took place a year before Bill entered her life. A daring and fearless character, hell, the man was a regular Nik Wallenda. While she spent her days alone answering phones in a cubicle, he was out pursing his dream in one of the most difficult industries out there. If she ever asked him about it, she knew he’d laugh. He’d clutch his stomach and laugh aloud and say, “Yes how courageous of me to go to forty auditions a week and get none of them”. She wouldn’t reply, but in her head she would think, that is exactly my point.
Her cowardice was even the root of most of their arguments. Even though the majority of their disagreements dealt with silly things like forgetting to buy Bill’s peach smelling soap or printer ink, some, however, were very much real. Those debates could be so loud it rattled the ceiling above them and quaked the floor beneath them.
When Bill got the role of Pennywise the argument they had was earth shattering.
“I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU’RE TELLING ME NOT TO TAKE THIS! I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS FOR MY ENTIRE CAREER!” Bill yelled, he was blue in the face already from screaming and he had stretched to his full height of 6’4. He was still dressed in his plaid yellow pajama pants and an old t-shirt from Y/N’s cousin’s wedding (‘Laura and Tom Forever’ was hardly visible now that he had worn it and washed it countless times). He reached over Y/N’s shoulder and roughly poured coffee into his mug. The hot coffee splashed all over the floor, burning the tips of Y/N’s toes.
“I’M NOT SAYING THAT YOU SHOULDN’T TAKE IT, BILL!” Y/N countered, ignoring the dull pain in her toes. “I’M SAYING THAT MAYBE YOU SHOULD THINK TWICE ABOUT HOW GREAT THIS IS! HOW OFTEN DO YOU THINK WE’LL SEE EACH OTHER ONCE FILMING STARTS HM? ONCE A WEEK? THAT - IS - NOT - GOOD - ENOUGH!” The thing about Y/N (and most cowards for that matter) was that she could never let an argument go. Once she started she was like a ball rolling down a hill. She couldn’t ever walk away for fear of what might happen if she did; would he walk away too?
“I THINK WE’LL WORK IT OUT! HONESTLY YOU’RE JUST BEING SELFISH AS ALWAYS!” Bill screeched back, but as he used his arms to gesture the rest of the coffee in the mug spilt onto the floor. Y/N jumped and retreated but, if she were to be honest, she wasn’t quite sure if it was because of the coffee or because of the vile in Bill’s words. Selfish as always, he had said. Though they had made up eventually, after cleaning the coffee and apologizing to one another profusely, she couldn’t get those words out of the back of her mind. Like a ghost they followed her, when Bill came home for the first time since filming started, Selfish as always, when she met the cast of the Loser’s Club, Selfish as always, when Y/N went to set to see Bill, Selfish as always. Perhaps it was in the nature of the cowards, to be selfish, always fearing the ultimate thing as they watched their own backs.
So Y/N tried to make peace with that development too.
“Hey honey,” Bill murmured as he leant down to peck Y/N’s buttery lips. She had just gotten off the plane, her pillow still hanging around her neck and headphones spilling from her ears, she lugged a heavy carry on bag. “Let me get that for you,” Bill said, still just as quiet as he attempted to grab the handle of the case but Y/N immediately used her right hand to pull it away from his helpful grasp.
“I got it babe,” Y/N replied, rubbing her boyfriend’s shoulder comfortingly with her free hand. He looked at her, eyebrows furrowed, lips apart for only a moment, before shaking it off and telling her all about his day (“I told you about how I was nervous for that scene but Andy said to just…”). Y/N listened carefully, trying to hang onto every word to ask him about later. As Bill spoke on and on and on, Y/N nodded, laughed, smiled at what she hoped were all appropriate times. She dragged her suitcase along the cold floor of the airport, finally reaching the sliding glass entrance doors which revealed a cloudy scene. There were plenty of places she would’ve rather been then cloudy and rainy Vancouver (take for example sunny California), but Bill had wanted her here to experience the full screening of IT with the rest of the cast and crew. Therefore here she was.
Once they reached Bill’s car, Bill, helpful bugger that he was, took Y/N’s suitcase, opened the car door for her, and buckled her seatbelt. Selfish as al-. She stopped herself from thinking the rest, breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out. She had been concentrating so much so on her breathing that, before she could realize it, she was sitting in front of a big blank movie screen in a small, freezing theater. She could slightly remember going to bed the night before, being pulled by the waist into Bill’s long and strong arms. She could slightly remember getting dressed this morning, being prepped on what she could and could not reveal to the public about the movie (like she’d be able to talk to any sort of media).
As the introduction music played and the screen blinked to life, Bill wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into him like he had done last night. He looked at her, smile wider than Y/N had ever seen before and whispered in her ear (as to not to disturb anyone else in the theater), “Are you excited?” Y/N quickly nodded back, smiling just as wide (but not nearly as genuine), before motioning for him to hush.
As the movie rolled on, the happiness from the cast and crew was palpable, which was ironic considering the dark subject of the film. Bill kept on leaning in to whisper things in her ear and nudge her to let her know to pay attention at certain bits. Y/N was so proud of him. It was truly beautiful to know how talented the person one loves is, but as the scenes played on she couldn’t help herself but tear a bit. She was not necessarily afraid of the movie. Pennywise, for all intents and purposes was her boyfriend, she had seen him in and out of costume a number of times. Regardless, by the time Bill was on screen climbing out from a refrigerator, Y/N couldn’t help but silently sob. Wet, full, heavy tears rolled down her cheeks and pooled into her lap. Selfish as always, Y/N remembered as she rubbed her nose with the back of her sweater, creating a pitiful sniffle that alerted Bill to look at her.
“Y/N, ar-are you crying?” Bill asked, reaching up to touch her cheek with pads of his fingertips. She looked away from him, causing his arm to fall from her face. “Y/N?” He repeated, and she could feel his looming figure ghost over her shoulder. She took a shaky breath in, letting it rattle her rib cage, before grabbing her coat and leaving the small cinema entirely. She pushed her way out of the double doors, and covered her face with her hands, as tears after tears pour from her ducts.
“Y/N! Y/N WHAT THE HELL!” She could hear her boyfriend shout from in the theater, but she ignored it. She simply leant against the wall and sank. Sank to the floor.
“Y/N WHAT - WHAT - oh.” He stopped as he saw her state. Sunken. “What happened? What - is- is it movie?” He didn’t crouch on his knees to comfort her like she had expected him to, rather he just stood aloof.
She wiped tears from her soft cheek and laughed sardonically. “No n-.”
“Then what is it? Why are you -?” Bill asked, Y/N could sense the strain and panic rising in his voice. He waited for a few moments shuffling back and forth on his heels awkwardly as he awaited a response.
“BECAUSE!” She finally yelled, cutting the tension, causing more wet hot drops to squeeze out. “I’m TRYING NOT to be ‘selfish as always’ and I’m TRYING to brave, because I can see how much you love this but - but..” She trailed off, to have the things she have been thinking about over the course of the last year finally vocalize was a relief but she couldn’t help but to stop once she saw Bill crestfallen.
“But what?” Bill whimpered so quietly Y/N wasn’t sure she had actually heard it.
“But I can’t.” She said, pushing herself off the wall and standing up. Tears still streamed down her face and she could tell that her eyes were red and puffy, but she got up anyhow and left.
FP Jones/Andrews Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 1
AN: It’s so awkward when nearly the whole fandom is in love with the teenage boys on the show and I’m over here obsessing over the DILFs and the girls of the show. So I wrote this to see who else adores the daddies of Riverdale. This will be a series so stick around for more if you love this serpent as much as I.
Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent
Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews
Word count: 1,967
Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic, none really
It all started when you were younger. Jughead’s Dad came over one night to talk to Jughead. Jughead was round for a sleepover with your younger brother Archie and FP came round because he had some news, about what, you didn’t know. But what you did know was in that moment you realised you were utterly attracted to your younger brother’s best friend’s Dad. That was the moment you knew you were screwed.
Aliens reacting to human children losing their baby teeth and then their permanent teeth coming in. Maybe also being introduced to the concept of the Tooth Fairy and trying to figure out how that whole thing works?!
Most days Kadew could deal with human weirdness. He could handle the high levels of emotion, the contradicting traits of extreme survival skills and a complete lack of self preservation that many of the species had. So when his crew mate, Human-Tom, invited him to visit earth and experience his culture, Kadew had thought he could handle it and agreed.
It wasn’t the dangerous flora or fauna that sent him screaming from the planets surface.
Human-Tom had introduced Kadew to his son, Tiny-Human-Jon, who was no more than an infant. Kadew found the tiny pink creature repulsive, but he’d smiled and cooed about how cute the infant was for the sake of their interpersonal relationship. The baby took one look at the bright pink skin and luminous antennae, and erupted into a delighted fit of laughter. Everyone around grinned fondly, but Kadew’s pink skin shifted to a pale green.
Human-Tom cast a concerned glance to his crew mate. “You don’t look so good mate, what’s up?”
Kadew could barely bring himself to speak, but through no small amount of effort, he choked out, “someone appears to have removed your childs teeth, who would torture an infant?”
Kadew nearly fainted as Human-Tom started laughing.
He placed a comforting hand on Kadew’s shoulder hinge. “Jon is fine. There was no torture, he just hasn’t grown his baby teeth yet.”
Kadew blinked twice. “Baby…teeth?”
Human-Tom nodded easily. “Yeah, he’s just started teething.” Kadew offered only a blank stare in repsonse. Human-Tom ran a hand along the back of his neck. “Ok, well, humans are born with teeth. They first form when we’re babies, then when we’re prepubsescent they fall out and a re replaced with a permanent set.”
Kadew squealed in alarm. “Your teeth fall out??”
Another easy nod, as if it was the natural thing in the univrse. “For sure, we– hold on, Kelly just lost one, she’ll show you.”
Human-Tom’s daughter came at her fathers call, watching Kadew curiously. Human-Tom gestured her forward. “Wanna show him your gap?” Kadew’s skin pulsed blue in fear as the young female opened her mouth. A set of normal, gleaming white teeth occupied her mouth, just as others of her species and–
Kadew screeched at the gaping black hole where her two front teeth should have been, the gum bright red and inflammed.
Human-Kelly grinned. “I got six bucks from the tooth fairy for ‘em!” Her words were shapeless, her consonants drawn out and lispy.
“Tooth fairy?” Kadew was almost afraid to ask.
Human-kelly grinned again, clearly enjoying this. “The tiny winged being that gives us money for teeth while we sleep.”
Prompt: Harry has always been cold towards Y/N, and one day she just breaks.
Word Count: 1581
Y/N wasn’t exactly sure why Harry was always so…cold towards
her. She wasn’t sure how to describe it, he never called her anything rude,
never swore at her, never yelled, but the tension always seemed to be in the
room. He always seemed to hate being around her, in her eyes he hated her. She
felt the negative vibes, he always rolled her eyes when she entered a room, he
always ignored her, and if answered her it was with a harsh and cold tone. It made
her want to shrink in her spot.
She didn’t understand. Harry was always so happy and warm
around others, he was always so quick to help them, but when it came to Y/n she
might as well have been invisible. It reached the point where she felt uncomfortable
being in the same room as him. She felt weak and small compared to him and she
didn’t like the idea of the two being alone.
It was the way he treated her, the small remarks her made
every time. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take it, she had never
done anything to him. She took each blow extra hard, always having a crush on
Harry and having him treat her like this made her want to lock herself in a
room and cry. She couldn’t believe how mean he was.
BTS reaction to you are too shy for your first time with them
I’m going to write this as if it’s your first time in general. I’ll also write a little scenario for each one, so it kind of builds up to their reaction. Hope you enjoy! All of these are based off of dreams I’ve had…yes I’ve had dreams about my first time with all of them….don’t judge me. ~Admin Unnie
The two of you had been discussing your feelings towards sex since pretty early on in your relationship, possibly within the first few months. You both agreed at the time that you were both happy with where your relationship stood, and didn’t feel the need to put extra pressure on it by taking the next step, especially with his busy schedule, and whatever stress you may have in your life.
A little after your first anniversary, the two of you began to push the limits a little bit. It all started when you had gone over to visit him at his dorm, and you guys talked, eventually ending up making out. Usually, your makeouts were full of slow, sweet, sensual kisses, never straying from that. This time, the kisses were hungrier, stronger, and you both walked away with a few love bites, which had only happened one or two times before, but this time, it became a regular thing. Then came the making out while both of you were topless, then he became more touchy, his hand resting on your thigh more often than normal. Things kept going further, until the both of you had another discussion and decided you were both ready for the next step.
Now, the idea that “it’ll just happen” was what you both believed in, but with his career, you guys needed to try to aim for days where you both had a free day, and when the other members would be gone. It was a couple of weeks after your discussion that one of these days popped up. You went over to the dorm, slightly anticipating, but not trying to get worked up, due to the amount of nerves you already had.
The day started normally, he made you some food, you guys cuddled on the couch while watching a movie, but your nerves kept growing, especially since you could tell that Jin was a little tense. Eventually, the two of you retired to his room, like you normally would at this point in the day, not wanting your cuddle sessions to be intruded on, should the boys return home. This time was different though, as he had the room set up romantically. Unlit candles were set up, and he had scattered a few rose petals on the bed. As he moved to light the candles, you teased him about the petals, mainly to calm your nerves. Once he had all the candles lit, he went back to you and placed his hands on either side of your face, pulling you in for a deep kiss. As he kissed you, his hands would trail down to your hips, eventually gripping onto the hem of your shirt. At that point you would pull away, stepping back so he let go of your shirt. You would tell him that you were nervous and weren’t sure if today was the day. He would assure you that it was okay, that it would happen when it was supposed to, and that he would wait as long as you wanted or needed to. At his words, and the sight of him going around to blow out the candles and clean up, you realized just how good he was to you, and how comfortable you were with him, and you decided that you did want to sleep with him today, knowing that you could trust him. You would grab his hand as he moved to gather the petals, immediately pushing it up your shirt, letting him know that you were ready.
Contrary to Jin, you and Yoongi would have gotten close to doing the deed quite often, only stopping because a member would walk in, usually Jin since he is the roommate, or because something would come up, causing the two of you to have to stop.
One day, he decided to bring you along to the studio with him, knowing that after that day, he wouldn’t get to see you as much due to his schedule getting busier. You would sit off to the side on your phone or reading for the majority of the time, until he decided you weren’t close enough and convinced you to sit on his lap while you worked.
He would play you samples of his songs occasionally for your opinion, eventually coming to one he had written for/about you. His cheeks would be pink the entire time you listened to it, getting really shy when you turned to look at him once it was over. You would tell him how much you loved it, giving him a kiss as a thank you. The kiss would quickly turn deeper, as you moved so you would be straddling his lap. The next few minutes would be a blur to you as the two of you would end up on the floor of his studio (or a couch, from the pictures I haven’t seen a couch in it so however you wanna imagine it), as you were shirtless and he was trailing kisses down your abdomen. Once his lips reached the hem of your pants/shorts/skirt, he would feel you tense up. He would sit up to look at you in concern, and ask if you wanted him to stop.
You would reply that you were shy to show yourself to him, and that since this time there was a very low chance of anyone coming in, it all seemed more real to you, making you even more nervous. He would tell you that if you didn’t want to continue, he would stop right there, especially since he wanted to make your first time as perfect for you as possible, and the floor of his studio wasn’t exactly what he had imagined. He would ultimately leave it up to if you wanted to continue. If you thought that the location didn’t matter, as long as it was with him, you would probably end up having sex. If you wanted a more comfortable place, the two of you would wait until you were alone at the dorm or your place.
Since the moment the two of you shared the “I love you”s, he would have wanted to make that special physical, emotional, and intimate connection. He wouldn’t pressure you though. Unlike the other members, he would be a little more forward in his advances, and be more open to discussion about if you were ready to take the next step, while making sure he didn’t pressure you in anyway. If he ever felt that he had pressured you, he would become a little distant, because he would beat himself up over being “that guy”.
Each time you would tell him the same thing, since no one had ever seen you that way, you were really nervous about it, and not sure when you would be comfortable enough to share your body with him. He would respond the same every time, that he loved you for more than your body, but he would wait forever if it meant he was still with you.
Eventually, you would grow to be more comfortable, but by that point, Hoseok’s advances had become less common. With that, you decided to surprise him, checking the boys’ schedules to find a time that he would be at the dorm alone, or he would be able to come to your place. When you found that day, you would make sure he knew you would be waiting for him, or that he was coming over, and you would prepare yourself.
He would find you on the bed in a sweet lingerie, nothing to sexy, more on the innocent side. His first reaction would be “are you sure”, wanting to make sure you didn’t feel like you were obligated to have sex with him. After you assured him that this was your choice, he would make sure you were comfortable and loved for the entire night.
The two of you would be very open about sex in your relationship, constantly discussing preferences (or possible preferences in your case), your thoughts on certain kinks/fetishes, and anything else. Nothing was a secret in your relationship.
However, whenever the two of you got close to being intimate yourselves, you would get shy and tell him you couldn’t continue, to which he was very understanding. The two of you would never really discuss sex between the two of you, sticking to it as an idea rather than something that the two of you would possibly eventually do.
He would have come to visit you at your house (if you live outside of Korea, he would have taken a short break to fly out to visit you). You would be cuddling in your bed after having dinner with you family (or friends or guardians, whichever it is for you). You would be in the spooning position, him the big spoon, having one of your sex discussions, inspired by a kink you had seen on the internet, and you wanted to know his opinion, as well as voice yours.
It was a kink that you didn’t have a negative feeling towards, something that you may be willing to try once at some point in your life. I was you were discussing your thoughts, you could feel his member hardening against your but. You would tense up slightly and you would feel your body heating up, both in nervousness and in slight arousal.
Once he realized you’d noticed, he would take your reaction as you being uncomfortable, and excuse himself to take care of things. You would stop him before he fully got off the bed, offering to take care of it. Whether you would give him a handjob/blowjob for the first time, or if you would go all the way is up to you. He wouldn’t push you towards either one.
The two of you would never have really discussed sex before, although you guys were all over each other in terms of making out and walking around with hickeys. Basically, the two of you were comfortable with each other and where you stood in your relationship.
It would be one day that you were over at the dorm, and the two of you got into a fight. Now, based on what the members have said about Jimin having the worst temper and being the scariest when angry, I can imagine fights with him can be pretty bad. This one would be the worst one in your relationship so far, and you would find yourself locked in the bathroom crying.
For the first few minutes, he would knock nonstop, begging you to come out so that he could apologize properly and the two of you could talk things out calmly. Eventually, he fell silent, but you could still see his shadow through the crack at the bottom of the drawer.
You would lose track of how long you stayed locked in there. At one point, you would hear him tell the other members that he was going to skip practice and wait for you to come out. You would wait a few minutes after hearing the front door close before opening the bathroom door, causing Jimin to almost fall backwards as he had been sitting on the floor, leaning against the door.
You would see tear stains on his face, matching yours. He would apologize for upsetting you so much that you felt like you had to lock yourself away, and you would both calmly state how you felt in what caused the argument, before both apologizing for the argument altogether. He would pull you into a hug, causing you to have to crawl into his lap as you were both still sitting on the floor.
He would give you an apology kiss that would turn deeper than either of you planned. You would subconsciously grind your hips into his, causing a groan to leave his mouth, which would leave yours for a few seconds. Along with the groan, you would feel him harden underneath you, causing you to crawl off of his lap as you felt your cheeks heat up.
After gathering his faults, he would offer to make you ramen or something else to eat, quickly getting up from the floor and moving to the kitchen. Either the two of you would forget what happened and go on with the night, or you would eventually have your first time, depending on how you felt.
Taehyung is also another one where the two of you wouldn’t really discuss it, but there was an unspoken understanding that neither of you were ready to go forward, especially since he was also a virgin. all these people saying that there’s no way but Hobi was his first kiss and when would he have time since then to even meet a girl (or guy) like seriously, the only way would be if he slept with another member, but in this reaction world, that’s not a thing
It would be one of your pillow fort dates. These would consist of cuddling, watching anime or horror movies, lots of snacks, and, of course, tickle fights. The movie playing would be long forgotten as he pinned you down to the blankets and pillows and relentlessly danced his fingers along your skin.
Somehow, you would end up in a position where your legs were wrapped around his waist, presumably to try to trap him, and your hands were pinned down, from when you had tried to fight back so he had to in order to protect himself.
The two of you would stare at each other, breathing heavily as you tried to calm down, before he would lean down and capture your lips. He would slowly lower himself so he was fully settled between your legs, without breaking the kiss. The kiss would get deeper and deeper, more passionate than any kiss the two of you had previously shared. He would grind his hips into yours, and that’s when you would pull away, telling him to wait as your cheeks heated up. You would push at his shoulders, and he would take the hint to climb off of you.
After that, the two of you would finally have that serious conversation about how the two of you felt about moving forward in that way. Whether or not things picked back up that night, the two of you would feel better, knowing that the air was finally fully cleared.
The two of you would try to avoid any mentions of sex between you two, whether you guys even realized or not. It wouldn’t be until some of the members started to tease you that the two of you even began to think about it.
One day you would either be sleeping at the dorm with him or he would be sleeping over at your house, when the two of you decided to play a game of truths. It was a game you guys had came up with when you first started dating, where basically you would tell your innermost feelings, or something you had thought about lately, or just random facts you hadn’t informed the other of yet, and the other could not judge, with the exception of slight teasing in a joking way, only respond with their thoughts or advice on the topic.
You would be a few rounds into the game, when you decided to take a serious turn, saying, “I kind of wanna have sex with you, but I’m really nervous.”
Jungkook would lay quiet for a few minutes before responding with, “I also kind of wanna have sex with you, but I’m also really nervous.”
That would spark the first conversation between the two of you about your feelings towards sex in your relationship, and if you were ready to give yourselves fully to each other. You guys would come to an agreement, both of you realizing you felt the some way, before sharing a goodnight kiss. That kiss would deepen, and even if the two of you had decided you were content with the way things were, you would still end up having sex for the first time that night.
It would probably be very awkward, since you were both nervous, and it wasn’t planned in the slightest bit (I mean most of these situations, if not all would probably be awkward since that’s usually how first times go), but the two of you would still find it perfect.
Summary: There’s always been a spark between you and the guy next door; when life takes a rough turn, things between you accelerate. Pairing: Jensen x Reader Word Count: 4450 (without lyrics) Warnings: Trigger warning: Short assault scene; language, drinking. Mostly fluff-type stuff, despite the warnings. Challenge: Kari’s Favorites Challenge with the trope of “Neighbors AU” and Bronwyn’s Double Birthday Challenge where my prompt was Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. (I can’t be the only one who thinks of certain green eyes when you hear that song!) @thing-you-do-with-that-thing@jpadjackles
“That was one time, Ackles, and that
spider was huge!”
Your neighbor flashed you an adorable
smile, and you managed to keep the blush off your cheeks this time. His smile
always reached his to-die-for green eyes, making you go weak at the knees.
Jensen was nearly eight years your senior, the owner of a very successful
brewery in town, and, even with the banter that had begun when you moved into
the house next door after your grandmother passed away, you knew there was
nothing more than friendship between the two of you.
With a soft laugh that made your
stomach flip, he stepped out onto the porch and asked what he could help you
“My friend Kari brought her car over –
needed the oil changed and whatnot. I’m trying to change out the oil filter
now, but it won’t budge.”
Kari was leaning against the hood of
the car, but straightened up quick when she saw you coming back to the driveway
“Hi, I’m Kari,” she introduced. You
envied her confidence sometimes; it had taken Jensen coming to offer help to
you and your brother on move-in day for you to even think about approaching
him. “Thanks for coming to help.”
“Jensen, nice to meet you. Happy to
He took the oil filter wrench from you
and got to work. You and Kari sat on the porch while he worked, talking about
hair and makeup, and before you knew it, the tune up job was done.
“You didn’t have to finish the job,”
you said, “I really appreciate that!”
“Not a problem, sunshine,” Jensen
assured, wiping the sweat from his face with a greasy rag. “Anytime. How’d you
get roped into doing this anyway?”
Before you could answer, Kari
interjected. “She’s got a hot date tonight, and I told her I would help her get
ready if she would help fix up my car. It pays to have a friend whose dad and
brothers taught her a thing or two.”
Your friend headed inside then, and you
walked Jensen back over to his house. He asked about your date, and you told
him about the guy from work you’d had your eye on for a while.
“He finally noticed me, I guess,” you
shrugged. “I’m trying not to get my hopes up about it too much. I’m a hopeless
romantic, and my head runs away with my heart sometimes. Or is it the other way
around? Well, whatever it is – just keeping things low-key tonight.”
Jensen agreed that was a good plan.
“Just make sure he treats you right, Y/N.”
“I’m sure he will,” you assured.
“Thanks again for your help with the car!”
“No problem. I’ll be at the brewery
tonight. Bring Mr. Wonderful in, I’ll get you guys a round on the house.”
With a thank you and a playful
wink in Jensen’s direction, you headed back to your place to shower and get
ready for your date.
Bryan was handsome, tall, successful –
and apparently was well aware of the fact. Once the two of you got to dinner,
he was no longer the nice guy from work you chatted and joked with every now
and then. He was down right full of himself, and you couldn’t wait for dinner
and the movie to be over so you could get home and never think about him again.
He had other plans, apparently. Once
the two of you got back in his car, he immediately leaned over the console and
pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was rough and sloppy, and not a gesture you
wanted to be a part of in the first place. The whole night was turning out to
be a disappointment, but now you were borderline disgusted.
“Look, I just want to go home, all
right?” you told Bryan when you were finally able to push him away.
He snorted. “Oh, please. The other
girls have told me how hot you’ve been for me. This is your only chance, Y/N.
Sure you want to pass on it?”
Who the hell did he think he was? God’s
gift, clearly. With a roll of your eyes, you got out of the car. You didn’t
need him. You could call a friend or one of your brothers or even a cab to get
You were just a few feet down the
sidewalk when Bryan caught up to you and gripped your arm so tightly, you
yelped. Of course, the two of you were parked so far out in the lot, there was
no one around to help you. You’d have to make a break for it if he was going to
be this crazy.
“Let me go!” you demanded.
Bryan squeezed tighter. “You’re nothing
special, you know that? Girls like you are a dime a dozen. But if you think I’m
gonna let you go back to work and tell them anything about tonight, you’ve got
another thing coming.”
“I don’t want to tell anyone anything,
I just want to go home!”
“After you give me what I took you out
He started to drag you back towards the
car, but you dug your heels in and refused to move your feet. Bryan’s open hand
came down hard across your face, shocking you momentarily, until you saw red.
He was facing you now, and one hard, swift kick to the family jewels loosed his
hold on you and brought Bryan to the ground, writhing in pain.
Your cheek stung like a bitch, and your
feet was sore by the time you walked the five blocks to Jensen’s brewery.
Constantly looking over your shoulder, expecting Bryan to be right behind you
at any moment, got you to your destination in record time.
It would have been easier, you
supposed, to go back into the theater and call a friend or your brothers or a
cab. Your brothers would have gone to jail after hunting Bryan down, though,
and any of your friends would have made it into far more drama than you wanted
to deal with just then. That left the cab, but you didn’t want to go home and
be alone, either.
So here you were, standing at the bar
of the brewery with bruises forming on your arm and face. Tear stains formed
streaks from your eyes to your jaw. You found an open spot at the corner of the
bar against the wall; you didn’t see Jensen immediately, so you sent him a
text. If he didn’t answer in a few minutes, you’d ask someone to track him down
Are you still at work? I’m sitting at
You wanted to somehow warn him of your
current state, but you didn’t know how to word it. A minute after you sent the
text, Jensen appeared from the back. He spotted you instantly. His smile turned
to a look of concern, and he made a beeline for where you were sitting.
“What the hell happened?” Jensen asked,
his voice laced with the same concern in his expression, plus a touch of anger.
Your chin quivered and your eyes watered
all over again. Being here, with someone familiar, was the relief of safety;
for that reason, you couldn’t stop yourself from crying. Jensen took your hand
and told you to follow him to the back. He led you to his office, sat you in
his comfy desk chair, and told you he would be right back.
By the time Jensen returned, you had
composed yourself. He handed you an opened bottle of your favorite beer, then
carefully set an ice pack against your face.
“Wanna tell me what happened?” Jensen
asked, this time much more calm than his initial inquiry.
You bit your bottom lip. “Mr. Wonderful
turned out to be Mr. Not-So-Wonderful.”
Jensen nodded as though he had figured
as much. “Just your face?”
“He slapped my face,” you explained.
“And he grabbed my arm.”
Jensen gently rolled up your sleeve to
inspect your arm. It was already bruising, but there wasn’t much ice could do
for you there. At least on your face, it kept the swelling down.
“What do you wanna do?” Jensen asked.
“I just want to go home, but I don’t
want to be alone. And I don’t want to make a crazy big deal out of this.”
Jensen caressed the uninjured side of
your face before leaning back on the desk. He must have been considering
whether or not to go with what you wanted, or make you call the police.
“All right. Stay here. Give me ten
minutes, then I’ll take you home.”
You nodded and kept the ice on your
face. The stinging had turned to a burn, so the ice was soothing. It had
started to melt and you were dropping the bag into the trash can when Jensen
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “Had to
rearrange some things.”
You were suddenly self-conscious.
“Jensen, you didn’t have to do that for me …”
“I did,” he replied quickly. “I mean,
you’re my friend and you came to me for help. C’mon, sunshine. Let’s get you
As you followed Jensen out to his
truck, you thought about what he had said. It had never occurred to you that
the two of you were more than neighbors and acquaintances, but Jensen saying
the two of you were friends certainly made you feel less regretful about going
to him for help. That didn’t mean, of course, that you didn’t try to explain
yourself the moment you were seated in the passenger seat.
“It’s just that my brothers would have
been way pissed, and Kari would have made it a bigger deal than it needed to
be. I just wanted to go home and be safe.”
“I can understand that. We’ll handle
this your way, but for the record, that doesn’t mean this isn’t a big deal or
that I’m not pissed. You don’t deserve to be treated that way – nobody does.”
The rest of the ride home was silent.
Jensen parked his truck in his driveway, then asked for your house key.
“I’ll go in first. Can’t be too
You had no problem with that. Never in
your life had you been treated the way Bryan had treated you, and it scared you
shitless, quite frankly. Having Jensen there was a welcome comfort.
“I think you’re good,” he said, handing
back the key. You placed it in your purse, which you went to put in your room.
When you came back, Jensen was still
standing near the doorway, looking somewhat nervous. You cleared your throat.
“I don’t think I’ll sleep tonight. Have
you eaten? I’ll cook for you,” you offered.
“I ate.” He finally pulled his hands
from his pocket. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable with what you’ve been
through tonight, but I don’t really want you to be alone. Somehow next door
doesn’t seem close enough.” He chuckled, nervously. “If you want me to crash on
the couch or stay up with you, I will. Or we can go to my place. Whatever will
make you feel safe.”
You breathed a sigh of relief. “I
wasn’t sure how to bring that up, so thanks for doing it for me. I’m gonna take
a shower, then maybe we can watch a movie or something?”
Jensen nodded. “Sounds good.”
You disappeared into the bathroom with
your favorite fluffy towel, and started the water as hot as you could stand it.
You cried a little again, just from the emotions of what had happened, when
washing your tender face brought everything rushing back as though it had
happened just a few minutes ago, and not an hour or so. You wrapped up your
shower pretty quick, dressed in sweats and a tank top, and went back out to the
Jensen was sitting on the couch,
playing on his phone. He looked up at you and smiled. “Feeling a little
“A little,” you nodded. “You changed?”
“Yeah, ran home real quick while you
showered. Grabbed a six pack of locals, too.”
You smirked when he handed you a
longneck of beer from his brewery. It was pretty delicious, so you took a good
long drink after that initial sip to taste.
You answered Kari’s text message about
how the date had went while Jensen debated between a couple of funny movies for
the two of you to watch. You kept your answer relatively vague, but promised to
tell her the whole story at work the next day.
Thanks to half the six-pack and the
shock wearing off, you were asleep before the movie was over. Without realizing
it, you dozed off against Jensen’s shoulder. He covered you with the comforter
you had dragged out from your bedroom, switched from the DVD player to the TV,
and fell asleep with an arm around placed protectively around you.
When the two of you woke the next
morning, stretched out on the couch together, your cheek against Jensen’s
chest, you were only a little embarrassed. A potentially
anxiety-and-paranoia-filled night had turned into a quiet, comforting evening.
You got up and made a pot of coffee before dressing for work. As you got ready,
you were quiet as you could be so you didn’t wake Jensen until you needed to
“Hey,” you said softly, sitting next to
him. “I’m leaving for work. You can stay as long as you want, just lock the
door on your way out.”
Jensen nodded and made you promise to
be careful before falling asleep again. It was strange in a very pleasant way
to leave a man you didn’t know extremely well but felt so safe and familiar
with asleep on your couch.
When you got to work and told Kari the
whole story, she made about as big of a deal out of it as you expected, but you
quickly shushed her.
“I don’t want a lot of people to know,
all right? I’m not embarrassed I just – I don’t want to talk about it. And
other people are liable to talk anyway.”
Kari didn’t like it, but she promised
to keep quiet. Your workday went on as usual, until Bryan found you sometime
“Hey Y/N,” he greeted, as though
nothing had happened. “I really enjoyed last night.”
You rolled your eyes and otherwise
ignored him. He made himself comfortable; you used all of your willpower not to
make eye contact. Your heart was racing. Not even twenty-four hours ago, this
same smiling, pleasant man had slapped you across the face and would have
likely done far worse if you hadn’t gotten away.
“I will have you, you know,” Bryan said,
leaning forward so that anyone passing by wouldn’t be able to hear him. “I
always get what I want. I’m sure you still want me – no one lets go that
Thanks God for Kari, who had been
checking on you periodically throughout the day as it was. She frowned when she
saw Bryan talking to you, but the moment he spotted her, he simply winked at
you and left.
“What was that about?” Kari asked.
Attempting not to have a panic attack,
you went ahead and told her what Bryan had said.
“You can’t keep on with this, Y/N,” she
said sternly. “Sounds like last night was just the start. If he isn’t taking a
kick to the junk as a hint, Lord knows what he is capable of.”
You ran a hand through your hair. “I
“Please, at least go talk to the boss.
Get yourself or Bryan re-assigned so you don’t have to see him.”
You hated the idea of being a victim –
that was part of the humiliation of all of this. Kari was right though. With
her encouragement, you went right to the boss’s office and spilled the whole
Your boss sighed. “I’m sympathetic with
you, Y/N, really. Unfortunately, as the incident happened away from company
property, our policy is not to get involved.”
She leaned forward on her desk.
“Without a restraining order of some kind, my hands are tied.”
You nodded, feeling full confidence for
the first time that day. “Fine. Then I am officially handing in my resignation.
I’m sorry, but I can’t work in an unsafe environment.”
She didn’t bother calling you back to
her office or anything; for that reason, you were even more comfortable with
your decision. Another job would come along and until then, well, you would
figure things out.
You weren’t going to be a victim of
this thing that had happened to you.
Kari offered to cancel her date that
night to hang out with you, but you assured her you would be fine. It was
clearly all for the best, and you had some things to figure out, anyway.
It didn’t help that the easiest
distraction from your problems was your neighbor’s green eyes and devastating
smile. When you thought about the way he had cared for you the night before,
how protective he had been, you got butterflies in your stomach. The idea
embarrassed you only a little; surely he wasn’t into younger women. Whatever
had gone on last night had been because you were friends, like Jensen said.
That didn’t stop you from putting on
your most casually adorable outfit and driving over to the brewery. Jensen had
texted you earlier in the day that he would be working the bar if you needed
anything, and that planted the seed in your mind. Even if you didn’t expect
anything to happen, it wouldn’t hurt to have a couple drinks while you ogled
your crush. You know, to cheer yourself up.
The smile he gave you when you took a
seat at the bar erupted even more butterflies in your stomach. You gave a
little wave and smiled bigger when he came over to see you.
“Your face looks better,” Jensen
“Wow, thanks,” you teased him.
Jensen laughed. “You know what I mean.
“Same we had last night, please. I really
“Ah, my favorite.” He filled a pint
glass and set it in front of you. “Not too much. You’ve got to work in the
You shook your head as you drank down a
good portion of the beer. “I quit.”
Jensen’s eyes went wide, but you explained
about Bryan’s remarks and your boss’s reaction. When you were done telling the
whole thing, he said he was proud of you.
“I’m glad you stood up for yourself.”
“Even if your friend is an unemployed
loser now?” you snorted. It had been meant as a joke, but fell just shy of
Jensen chucked you under the chin.
“You’re not a loser, Y/N. I don’t care that you’re unemployed, but if
you want, you can work here for a while, till you find something else.”
“Jensen, you don’t have to do that.
You’ve helped me enough – more than enough.”
He shook his head. “I told you when you
moved in next door that I was here to help with whatever you need, and I meant
that. Now, you’ve already been drinking so you can’t start tonight. How about
You could have hugged him across the
counter, you were so excited. You agreed to meet him there Monday morning to
“I find it interesting that he is so
quick to help you all of the sudden,” Kari commented when she came over the
next day. “Like after he found out you were dating someone.”
“I wasn’t dating someone, I went on a
date with somebody and it turned out awful,” you corrected.
Kari rolled her eyes. “Not the point,
“Your point is invalid. Jensen had
helped with a lot of things since I moved in.”
Kari nodded. “How many times before all
of this did you two fall asleep on your couch together before all of this?”
You didn’t want to answer her. You knew
what she was getting at, but if you allowed yourself to go there, even just in
your mind, you were setting yourself up for disappointment. Just like that
hadn’t stopped you from dressing cute and going to the brewery to see him when
you needed cheering up, it didn’t stop you from dressing to impress to meet him
Monday morning, either,
After giving you a full tour of the
place, Jensen went through the office duties that would now be your
responsibility. You had expected to be waiting tables or washing dishes; Jensen
warned you there would be some of that but mostly you would be working as his
You sat on the counter of the bar while
he put away glasses, teasing him about taking advantage of the new help, when
he looked at you with an expression that fell somewhere between amused and
“What if I did take advantage?” he
Your smile quickly faded. “Seriously?
Jensen set down the glass in his and
moved closer to where you were sitting. He settled himself between your knees;
you weren’t offended but … well, you weren’t exactly sure what you were feeling
at that moment.
“I mean, not really take advantage of
course,” Jensen clarified. That wasn’t something you were worried about, but
you appreciated the effort. His fingers pushed your hair behind your ear. “But
I was already thinking about you probably way more than I should. Then
everything went down with that guy, and you came to me. It got me thinking
about more things I probably shouldn’t be thinking about.”
The uncertainty fell away and you knew
exactly what you felt and exactly what you wanted. When Jensen’s hand carded
into your hair before gently guiding your mouth towards his, a daydream you had
indulged in time and time again became a reality.
When Jensen parted from you, he did so
slowly; somehow, he must have known that you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself
upright immediately after he broke that perfect kiss. A million things were
running through your head. When you were able to form a coherent sentence
again, you decided to just be honest with him.
“A few days ago, I had a date with a
guy I’ve ha d my eye on for a while. It didn’t turn out so well.”
“I know,” he said softly, not moving
from where he stood. His hands ran up and down your thighs, and the movement
sent shivers up and down your spine.
Deep breath. “I’ve had a thing for you
since I met you pretty much. With you being older than me, and my neighbor who
helped me every now and then, I never expected anything to come of it. Then all
of that happened, and now we’re sleeping on couches together and you’re telling
me things and we’re kissing on your bar.”
“I know,” Jensen said again.
“Say something besides ‘I know’.”
He kissed you, a soft, chaste peck this
time. “I don’t want to rush this. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I know
it didn’t work out for you so well last time, getting the guy you wanted. But I
want you too, Y/N. I want to get to know you better and be your best friend and
take care of you. Maybe though, we can start with dinner tomorrow night? You
know, a proper one. Kari can come over to help you get ready, I’ll put on some
expensive cologne. That kind of thing.”
“I’d like that,” you said with a light
laugh. “Thank you for understanding.”
Jensen nodded and helped you off the
bar. “I’ve got you, sunshine.”
Monday and Tuesday were usually the
days the brewery was closed, so that everyone could recover from the weekend.
You and Jensen had gone in the day before so he could finish up the paperwork
from the weekend and show you how things worked. With all of your nerves over
your date that night, you appreciated that you had the day off.
With all of that nervous energy, you
decided it would be a good day to deep clean the house before you had to get
ready to go out with Jensen later that night. You opened the windows and let
the early summer breeze air out the place.
Always careful about bothering the
neighbors, you had your music quietly playing as you moved about the house. A
lawn mower revved up outside in the early afternoon, so you turned up the
volume on your music.
You were in a pair of jean cutoffs and
a thin, loose tank top. No shoes on your feet, and your hair in a messy bun on
your head. You’d washed your face that morning, but the glow of the sweat
build-up from working in the house had added a sheen to your exposed skin.
Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
‘Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile
Get me with those green eyes, baby
As the lights go down
Gimme something that’ll haunt me whenever you’re not around
‘Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile
You didn’t care one bit about that when
one of your guilty pleasure songs came on and you immediately thought of
It didn’t matter that you were a mess
or that you were going to see him later. You had something to tell Jensen, and
you needed to tell him now.
You jogged out the front door, the
screen slamming behind you. You looked over towards Jensen’s house and saw that
he was the one mowing. He was shirtless, sweat dripping down his face and
chest, and that only made your heart quicken. Summoning up the courage, you stood
in front of the mower.
Jensen came to an abrupt stop and took
the headphones from his ears. “Y/N, you all right?”
You nodded. “I know this must sound
crazy, but I couldn’t wait until tonight to tell you. I want to get to know you
better and be your best friend and take care of you, too. I don’t want to do
this slow dating thing. I want us to do this, for real.”
He stood to the side of the mower. “You
“As sure as I’ve ever been of anything.
I’ve spent way too long just being the girl next door. I want to be your girl.”
Jensen grinned. The connection between
the two of you became magnetic; you met in the middle of the distance between
you. Jensen pulled you up into his arms, and your legs wrapped around his hips.
You pressed your mouth hard against Jensen’s, but forming that pucker to kiss
him was difficult.
Request: Can you write about Shawn getting angry/ upset in
public (a party or something) bc of someone said something rude to his gf?? And
she tries to make him leave but ends up in a fight with the other person???
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“You want another beer?” Brian
asked me, well, yelled at me. The music was very loud and people were laughing
and talking vociferously.
“Yeah, sure” I smiled. I turned
around and patted Shawn on the shoulder. He looked at me.
Character/Genre/words: Jeon Jungkook x reader (with POV switches) | Smut, Mature scenes, Masturbation Club!au | 13,610 words
➼ Summary: The rule is simple - you can look but you can’t touch. You’ve been attending the event for a few times but it was only when a certain boy arrives at one occasion did you feel the fire of lust burning inside
➼ Warning: exhibitionism, public display of masturbation, graphic smut scenes, mutual masturbations, mentions/use of sex toys, language
listen,,, bev and richie friendship headcanons,, ,, are a must
YOU’RE RIGHT THEY ARE A MUST. THEIR FRIENDSHIP IS MY FAV.
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- At first when Beverly joined the Losers, she was already friends with Richie but she could only take so much of him in a day. She got exhausted quickly by his loudness and she often thought he was acting this way just to get a rise out of her, which annoyed her. She felt like she couldn’t open up or get close to him.
- They really started to bond after sharing cigarettes became a daily thing. Before, when they were just casual friends, Richie could get a cigarette from her every couple of weeks. Now, she always came prepared, making sure she had at least two left when she arrived at the Barrens. Otherwise, she wouldn’t smoke herself.
- She also quickly learned they had a similar taste in music. This made them hang out more, sometimes just the two of them, sitting in the sun with a cig in one hand and a can of soda in the other (another thing she always came prepared with).
- They become best friends as soon as Richie starts sharing personal stuff with her. Its pretty sudden, just a typical day sitting by the quarry, but he opens up just a bit about his parents and his struggles with ADHD.
- After this she feels close with him. She knows that he doesn’t really have anyone to share this stuff with. He’d tell it to Eddie, but this is before the two start dating so he’s worried that Eddie will think differently of him.
- Bev can really relate to Richie’s shitty parent situation, since both of their folks are neglectful and don’t take good care of them. She quickly opens up to him about that stuff too, finding that he knew how to shut his mouth when they were talking about something serious.
- Bev is also the first person Richie came out to. It was another random time, but he was really nervous and nearly cried. It was even scarier for him than opening up about his parents. He thought that’d be the kicker of her having enough of him and their cig-soda sessions.
- Through all of it though, Bev was understanding and was a shoulder for Richie to lean on. They were each others support system when the people they were dating were not available for that position for whatever reason.
- Letting at least one person know about him liking boys and his crush on Eddie was such a big weight off of Richie’s shoulders, he almost completely changed after that day. After he knew she was totally supportive of him, Bev and Richie would talk about their crushes (and later boyfriends) to each other all the time.
- Bev is Richie’s wing woman any time he talks to Eddie. She gives him advice sometimes on how to act, especially because he goes even more overboard with the voices when he’s nervous.
- Every time Richie and Eddie flirt or anything good happens, Richie calls Bev right away. After the two boys’ first kiss, Richie and Bev scream on the phone to each other for half an hour. She’s so happy for the two of them.
- Before Richie and Eddie started dating, they’d be too nervous to hang out just to two of them so Bev would come along sometimes. This only happens a couple times though, because she’s always the third wheel. She tells Richie that he doesn’t realize how comfortable they are with each other; they don’t need her there. She’s happy to help anyways though.
- Richie tries to give the best advice he can when it comes to Bev dealing between choosing Bill or Ben. He tries to be rational with her, but there are too many feelings involved and she’s too scared to hurt either because she truly loves them both.
- Ultimately Richie says they should leave it up to a coin toss. Fate will choose for her.
- No matter who Bev is with, Bill or Ben, Richie is totally supportive and makes jokes about being the best man at the wedding. Bev appreciates him being there to listen, even if he’s not the best with advice.
- Richie and Bev are involved in theater all through High School, with Richie being in cast (always as the extravagant comedic characters) and Bev is the head of costume and makeup crew. Richie always drives Bev home from rehearsal, and they stop at the diner on Wednesdays. Its a tradition just between the two of them. He always drops her off down the street from her house so her dad won’t see.
- Richie will come pick Bev up in all hours of the night if her dad is being a piece of shit. If she can’t get out of the house, he’ll stay on the phone with her if she doesn’t feel like talking to Bill or Ben.
- As Bev gets more into her fashion career, Richie will help model her stuff for her. Being super tall and lanky, he can fit into her stuff and he makes sure to strut around the room to really show off the garment. This makes her laugh so much every time.
- He gets more comfortable with his masculinity as he gets older, so he’ll sometimes let Bev paint his left hand’s nails or put clips in the front of his now longer hair.
- In fact, Bev takes Richie shopping with her a lot. His normal sense of style is pretty atrocious, so she helps him pick out clothes. Together they look like the coolest hipster friends.
- They are concert buddies always, and hold hands so they could shove to the very front at the shows they go to.
- Double dates!!! All the time!!!
- They give each other stick and poke tattoos all over. Small stuff, even one matching tattoo. Eddie freaks out because he thinks they’re going to get Hepatitis.
- (@eddiesbadbreak and @stanleyuriis have a HC where Richie gets a tiny stick and poke E on his wrist and Eddie almost cries but is too scared to get a stick and poke himself, since it’s not sanitary. However, when he turns 18 he goes to a professional place and gets a tiny R to match)
- Richie and Bev always dance together at the talent shows in school, and always get one of the loudest applause. They’re really good at dancing.
- Richie plays the guitar when he gets into High School, but can’t sing for shit. Sometimes Bev will sing with him. She’s not amazing, but she’s definitely decent and they have a lot of fun. Bill, Ben, and Eddie get serious butterflies every time.
- As adults, Richie and Eddie always look forward to holidays and birthdays because Beverly always sends them the best gifts. She always tailors them suits that have the same color scheme but aren’t exactly the same, so they match. They always fit perfectly and could be worth thousands of dollars. They always look incredible.
- Any time Bev is in Beverly Hills, she stays at the Tozier household and they stay up late and drink and laugh their asses off and sing karaoke. They always have the most incredible time.
- Besides the people they’re dating/married to, Richie and Bev are each others biggest support systems all the way into adulthood!
Mark Tuan. Known around campus as the resident heartbreaker. It was obvious why. He was devastatingly handsome and charming. Once he set his sights on a girl, she was a goner. He would wine and dine them, get them into bed and then come up with some lame excuse as to why anything more serious just wouldn’t work.
Mark Tuan, the same one who had been assigned to be the subject of your behavioral analysis study for the last month, had his eyes on you now.
It’s not necessary but you may want to read the original story here: X
•After the threesome of the century both men held you as you panted and shivered. Two pairs of lips pressed sweet, gentle kisses all along your quivering body, until you had calmed down enough that you could finally breathe normally.
•They’d probably tell you how they didn’t want this to be a one time thing, how they actually cared for you and wanted to be with you.
•You’d smile sleepily as you laid peacefully between them, listening intently as they told you just how much they loved you.
•The next morning you wake up to only one pair of arms wrapped around you; Steve’s. you begin to think that maybe you had dreamt the Bucky part but then the soldier comes meandering into the room, some food in hand. “I’ve got a warm bath waiting for you,” He’d smile as he gestured to his bathroom.
•speaking of baths/showers it wasn’t exactly easy to fit two super soldiers plus another human being into your small tub. Showers weren’t much better, the amount of times Bucky nearly fell and busted his ass open were innumerable (he was surprisingly clumsy)
•The three of you immediately start a relationship, a secret one of course. After all what would the press think if they saw America’s two wonder boys dating each other and another person as well?
•No one finds out for a long time, no one even knew about the whole thing until the three of you directly came out and stated that you were dating.
•The team didn’t know what to think but eventually they realized you guys were a pretty damn cute couple (Fewple?)
•Eventually the three of you come out to the rest of the world, huge mistake on your guys’ part.
•dealing with the press was always hard, they were always so judgemental and snide about the fact that three of you were dating.
•The fans were even worse. The amount of times the three of you had been victims of unprecedented crimes were innumerable but as you laid in Steve and Bucky’s embrace, both of them sleepily kissing you you realized that it was all worth it.
•The three of you had to have sex at least once every day. Turns out the two super soldiers can actually be horny beasts.
•The boys could easily recover within minutes after their orgasm but you weren’t a Supersoldier and you needed time. The boys would always hold you and kiss you, pet your hair and skin as you recovered. They always were very gentle with you, they knew how tiring it was to take both of them so they sure as hell made up for it. They’d probably tell you how good you did, how amazing you felt, praising you and kissing you softly until you were ready for a round 2.
•Neither one of them is kinky, other than the threesome every day thing. In fact they were rather vanilla but you didn’t mind in the slightest. After all, who could complain when you had two men buried to the hilt inside of you.
•Both men were extremely affectionate too, they loved to curl up with you and simply lay there for hours on end. They always had to be touching you too, holding hands, an arm around your waist, a soft kiss here and there. It was almost funny to think that such two strong, dark, intimidating men were actually just giant sweethearts.
•Steve always loved to cook for the three of you and you two loved it as well. Steve was a damn good cook, everything he made was simply delicious.
•The three of you try to bake together sometimes but it
Usually ends in food fights between the three of you (Tony doesn’t appreciate having flour caked into the walls) so instead you just let Steve do all the work.
•The three of you often spend hours watching movies, reading, listening to music, just getting caught up with the times.
•Honestly the Supersoldier sandwich is probably the greatest cuddle position you’ve ever experienced. Being wedged between two of the warmest, comfiest men on the face of the earth was absolutely heavenly.
•Bucky was most definitely the most protective one of the group. Steve could be at times but usually Bucky was the one always guarding the two of you like a hawk. If someone even looked at you differently there sure as hell was going to be hell to pay.
•Steve and Bucky often tell you stories about the war. They’d always get this reminiscent twinkle in their eyes and this soft little smile on their lips, it always warmed your heart to see them regard their past so fondly.
•THESE TWO WOULD SERIOUSLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND THEY’D DO ANYTHING FOR YOU AND JUST SWEET, ADORING, DOMESTIC SUPERSOLDIERS THAT IS ALL.
Hello! If you're still doing headcanons, do you mind showing us what it would be like for RFA running into MC's ex? I know a lot of people probably did this one but imagine that MC's ex was like perfect like the most perfect soulmate to have with numerous skills, perfect looks, does donations and charities him/herself. And they question why they broke up?
Interesting one! Hope you like what we came up with. ;)
The fish bun truck was in town and Zen decided to grab some
A young man was standing by a nearby booth for some charity organization
Thinking he might be a potential party guest, he went to strike up a conversation
The man talks about the organization he recently took ownership of that helps several orphanages raise funds
The name sounded familiar and Zen realized it was the place you volunteered at before the RFA
He asked the man if he knew you
Turns out he dated you years ago
When he asks Zen how he knows you, well…this is awkward
He’s not jealous, but….Zen doesn’t extend an invitation to the next RFA party
When he sees you next time, he mentions it
He’s confused because the guy seemed nice and successful
He thought something went very wrong, and was ready to get protective
You explained that nothing went wrong, but you grew distant cuz of work so it was a mutual break up
Zen takes note and makes sure he always has time in his schedule for you
You both were playing a round of LOLOL and one of the player’s names sounded familiar
You realized from the profile was from your ex
You laugh and tell Yoosung casually before logging off to cook some dinner
He’s curious, so he starts chatting with the guy
He’s surprised to find the guy is really nice
He doesn’t mention you, but asks a bit about the guy
Turns out the guy graduated college early and was settled into a good job
He just played games occasionally for fun
After Yoosung was done chatting with him, he told you what happened
He asked why you would’ve left someone who seemed so capable and well matched to you
You explained that your ex’s mom didn’t like you since she didn’t think you were well-off
Your ex broke it off to please his mother
Yoosung felt so bad, he pulled you into a hug
“Just to let you know…my mom really likes you.”
You smile, wondering how you got so lucky
A customer came to the cafe and ordered coffee
Nothing was off about it, but Jaehee recognized it from the picture of your ex that you showed her before
You didn’t say much more about him, so Jaehee always respected your privacy
You never talked about him poorly and it seemed like he was an amazing person
She always wondered what happened
But when you asked to be excused from your shift early as soon as you saw him, she went into overprotective friend mode
He came to the counter to pay and asked, “Sorry, does someone by the name of MC work here?”
Jaehee replied, “Why do you ask?”
Apparently, your ex wanted to contact you again
He explained to Jaehee that you had dated a few years ago, but he broke it off because he needed space and to find himself
He wanted to get in touch with you again, but your old number didn’t work
Jaehee off-handedly dismissed him saying you didn’t work there
Later, she doesn’t say anything about it, but just makes your favorite dish and brings home chocolate
He had recently hired a few new employees
He was making some rounds to meet them and talk to them a little bit
He didn’t know when he had hired him, but you recognized one of the names as your ex
When he came face-to-face with him, he thought he was going to be arrogant or rude
It was quite the opposite
Your ex was skilled and very kind–similar to you
Jumin wanted to be mean to him, but really couldn’t because the guy was so nice
He asks you at home why things had been broken off
You said your ex was a workaholic that always put work above her when it came down to it
After awhile, you lost the spark
Jumin understood, but became slightly self-conscious of his own work habits
You reassured him that he never made you feel anything but loved
Still, he took your past relationship to heart and always made sure his work came second
Work has been stressful, so he wants to start customizing another one of his cars
He knows a parts vendor in town that he’s bought from before so he goes for a visit
The co-owner comes by to check out the car model and make
He sees one of Seven’s keychains which holds a picture of you two together
He chuckles and says that you’re his ex
Seven remember you mentioning him before…but didn’t realize it was this guy
There’s some awkward silence before your ex asks how you’re doing
As Seven’s leaving, your ex tells him to say hi to you
Seven knew the co-owner before, so he knew how kind he was and successful and normal for someone so young
He wonders why you even left him in the first place
When he asks you what happened, you explain that you and your ex never connected really
He was a good guy, but he was too serious for you after awhile
You say that relationship changed you, and it’s why you saw life differently
He smiled when you say you’re so thankful for him as he and you click so well
Alex with a sleeve of tattoos is really a thing for me. Like imagine he started it on accident. He got one done when he was 16 in the foster system of three birds on his shoulder to honor his brother, mom, and dad (even though his dad was a dead beat; he couldn’t quite bring himself to hate him). He got one when he joined the military of his service number on his arm. He got a King’s College tat on his bicep when he got a scholarship there. The pride flag on his forearm when he came out. He added another bird when Phillip was born because now the tattoo reminded him less about losing family and more about gaining it. Little by little it all added up to two sleeves of tattoos that basically told his life story.
Hey, I was thinking maybe you could write about Harry and Y/N being celebrities and having to do a PR stunt. They both hate PR stunts because they are in love with their current girlfriend/boyfriend (which r okay with the PR stunt). Harry and Y/N end up falling for each other.
Word Count: 2973
A/M: This idea was
amazing anon! I might have tweaked it a little bit, but thank you so much for
sending it to me! I’m sorry it took forever for me to get this up. There will be a part two. Hope you enjoy! Tell me if you do! :)
You insisted on putting the last touches of your makeup
yourself, now finishing your look with the right shade of red.
“What do you think?” You asked turning to your
boyfriend as you did a little spin to show off your dress.
“You look great. Always do.” He said barely looking
You crossed your arms and gave him an annoyed look.
“What?” He asked half annoyed, “You ask the same
thing every time, and ever since you started "going out” with him it’s
"Not going to wish me luck?"
"Luck on what? It’s another date with him isn’t it?”
“It’s a premier. I’m kind of nervous actually. It’s my
“I’m sure you’ll do fine. You’ve gone through this kind of
You rolled your eyes, "Whatever. I’ll see you
tomorrow.” You said waving him off
It had been the routine for the last 6 months. You had become a
rising star within the last two year; a star that came to the level of
popularity that your agent had decided that it’d be good for you if you were to
have a “fake boyfriend.” But never in your wildest dreams did you
think that this fake boyfriend would be Harry Styles.
—7 months ago—
“What on earth would he get out of "dating”
"Well,” your agent started, “He’s obviously very
famous and popular around the world, and you need the publicity. You're this close,”
he said giving a hand gesture that showed the small distance he was referring
to, “This close to being the next huge thing. If you do this
with Harry, it will prolong your career."
You sighed, "Again, that wasn’t my question. What does
Harry get out of it? I’m not that famous. What benefit does he get?”
Your agent frowned, “I thought you liked him. I thought
you’d be thrilled to "go out” with him.“
"I am! He’s great, he’s cute. But more importantly he’s a
genuine guy. I have met him before. I just want to know why. I don’t want
to completely take advantage of him."
He heaved a deep sigh, "You attract a certain audience and
style and it’s something that his agent seems to like as well to broaden his
own audience like he will for you.”
You were able to breathe a little easier, now knowing more about
this seemingly odd situation. Even if it was something that’s been done since
the very beginning of Hollywood and the fame industry.
“Alright. I’ll agree to it if he agrees to it. But you
know, we have to talk to [Y/BF/N] about this. I don’t know how he’ll react to
something like this.” And you started to feel anxious at the
“Don’t worry. I’ll talk to him about it.” Your agent
said, “Also we’ll have to meet with Harry and his agent to discuss the
ground rules. You said you’ve met him before right?”
You nodded, “At a party about 2 months ago."
"Good. I’ll call you when we’ll be meeting with him. It’s
also when we’ll discuss how we’ll bring you two into the public eye.”
“Whoa. Hold on, shouldn’t we wait until he agrees to being
He gave a look, "Wait I didn’t mention it? He already
"What? Oh. Well alright.”
Everything had be sorted out beforehand, and you and Harry had
met to see what you would both agree upon. The terms for the relationship were
both simple and basic.
No spontaneous PDA
And no spontaneous trips away.
Everything had to have been planned and known beforehand.
You didn’t have a doubt in your mind. The rules were too easy.
You both were already taken. This was simply work.
The first few times a month after the idea and rules were laid
out, you had both made it look easy. But it wasn’t quite the “young
love” that people thought it would be.
But your agents and the managing teams had an idea to make the
relationship seem more believable.
So this time the scene was set- a table near a window of a very
public restaurant. The lighting was very dim just enough to enhance the
candlelight that was at every table, but the focus on you and Harry was very
The place wasn’t busy… yet; but with the whispers of people
nearby, including the staff, you knew that the plan was working and that by the
time you were to both walk out, the paparazzi would be everywhere.
They met back in high school, bumping into each other in the hallway. He did not know her at first, learning that she just moved from New Zealand, but she was not your typical girl. Her status from her parents made her known across her school. But she was not like the other girls he found, he knew about parties that went on on school nights, where all her friends went, but he saw her at the local market, or at the park on those nights. He found that she was never interested in drinking, drugs or sex, like the other boys and girls. She would turn down everyday date with her friend’s friends, they told her that she was boring for not doing it, but it was the money that kept their friendship tied.
He tried his best to talk to her, every time he would see her, he tried to have the courage to say a simple word, but none came out. He knew he was like every other ‘low commoner’ of the school, over being head over heels in love, but, he could not care about it, all he wanted was a simple conversation at that moment.
It was a month after that finally whispered a word to her. He learned over the month that she was in his gym class, and art, but she stayed to her friends. She changed classes, changed chemistry classes, for unknown reasons. Harry was out of the bliss, he was scribbling random doodles when she walked in, him not knowing, it was the moment that the teacher said, “Miss. (Y/L/N), take a sit next to Mr. Styles.”, that all it took for him to look out, her telling him a ‘thank you’ and sitting next to him, on his left.
He tried his best not to stare, to be different around her, but when the teacher finished his lesson, and told the class to finish up their notes he turned to her, her not knowing.
“Hi, (Y/N).” He mumbled, he knew he was dead right there and then, wanting to shoot himself for just saying, ‘hello’, to the most known girl around school, but her head shot up.
“Hello, Harry.” She said back, him picking up on the foreign accent, he turned to his body towards her, she just smiled.
“You know my name?” He asked.
“Of course, I’m not a person to just know my friends, you seem really nice, so I asked around, and I found out, you’re also in my gym class.” She stated.
It escalated from there, it went from waving in the hallway, her friends giggling to her about how she can’t wave to people below them, but she did not care. Then, the two started to hang out more, (Y/N) coming away from her girlfriends and starting to hang out with him. He learned more about her, how her mum is British and her father was a Kiwi, like her, how her family has striving business, and that her parents are too poche for her taste, having a man already lined up to take her hand in marriage, but she ignored what will happen in the future and lived in the moment. That was one thing he loved about her, her living in the moment, worrying about the future another day.
But it was not friendship that arose, months later, their first kiss took upon, together, and it came more. They were a couple, her staying always at his house, even overnight, she wanted to escape her parents, the fighting between them and her brother, and their marriage, she did not want to walk along the hallways and get lost, she wanted to stay beside the one person she knew loved her, and that was him. It all came from a simple, ‘hello’, but like every relationship, it somehow ends. When Harry was the one to tour around the world, part of a band, he was not her safe haven anymore. The two fell apart, she got married, all accordingly to plan, she was married at the age of seventeen, both parents consent, in Scotland. He was hitting world records then, touring the world with his new band, singing his first album, forgetting her.
She thought she was happy, moving to New York, taking her dream job and becoming a therapist, she liked it at first, but it was more of her parents wanting her to become that, but she got a job as a waitress, and married a rich business man. But the days dreaded, school days were long, work days were longer, and coming home to a drunk husband was never fun. She she excused herself, she quit her job, finished school, and became a therapist, working from eight to five. Though instead of going home to her husband who would be either drunk off his ass or fucking another girl, she went to a bar, drank, flirted, did drugs sometimes, just living her young life to the fullest.
He was twenty-two when he saw her again, he was in New York for work, and saw her at a coffee shop, but she was in and out, not even seeing him, but he saw her. When he dated her in his teens, she seemed all innocent, rich, daddy’s girl, a virgin, but no. Dating her was the time of his life, she was adventurous, just adding a tad bit of excitement to his boring world. She took him to places that forbid them by law, example, private properties, going to the carnival when it was closed, walking the streets at 2am, in the rain and blasting ‘Greenday’, throughout the small, dodgy places. It made him feel like he was unstoppable around her. But one thing he forgot, she was the one who told him to go on the X-factor, she was the reason he was standing in a fancy, New York coffee shop, selling records that hit the top of the charts, and he forgot all about her, did not even come and say his famous, ‘hello’ to her, when visiting his mother, did not call her, text nor email, just placed her in his subconscious mind, and look what it has gotten him, failed romances and singing his lungs out.
He finally talked to her a week later, walking into a bar, trying to drown himself on whatever was on tap. He saw her in the corner of the place, in a black, tight, strapless dress, flirting with a few guys and taking in the smoke of a cigarette like it was candy, while smoking one. But, he realised that she was not as innocent looking as she once was, now she has a perm, a tattooed arm, and she is showing as much skin as possible, laughing and drinking. He could not stop staring at her, she has changed, and he wanted to know, how. Harry slowly took in the drinks, not as fast as her, drowning herself in hard liquor, and bossing the boys around her in how to win a game of pool. She was your typical badass girl, now. It must’ve felt like minutes, but it was more as an hour, when she finally noticed Harry, she gave him a smirk, excused herself from few college boys, and headed his way. She turned around at the beginning, giving a look to a boy when he smacked her ass, but she just gave him a smirk and walked off, sitting next to him.
“Look who I found, the famous Harry Styles. Is it just me, love, but were you staring at me, should I feel honoured that a man like yourself was looking at me?” She said, signaling towards the bartender to get her another, he laughed, telling the bartender to cancel the order and give her a water.
“I don’t really know, (Y/N). How much have you been drinking?” He asked, trying to figure out how drunk she was. She laughed, glaring at him.
“Had a few scotches, rums, and a whiskey, it was whatever those wankers over there, got me. I did not feel like buying myself drinks.” She said, leaning down on the table, trying to get over the alcohol, noting it was only a little bit past ten.
“Let me take you home, (Y/N), you’re pissed off your ass. Where do you live?” He asked, she started to get up, using Harry as a object to help her, starting to strut towards the door, ignoring his question.
Once outside, she turned to him, giving him her famous smirk, wrapping her arms around his neck, placing her head on his chest. Harry did not feel awkward for some reason, just wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her.
“Let’s get you home.” He simply said, placing her arm around his shoulder and helping her walk, placing her into his car that was around the corner of the pub.
She sat next to him, staring ahead, he took note of her tattooes, some of them looked retro, sailor girls, anchors, boats and water, he remembered how much she enjoyed swimming, that was one thing she use to do, that he could never do. In the early mornings, she use to come to the local dock, jumping off, just wearing a bikini, going into the pacific. He could never have the gut to just wear a bathing suit, no wet suit nor life jacket, she could stay in there for hours, he use to be the one who had to pull her out before she got hypothermia. She was still staring ahead, but she spoke to him, but not looking, grabbing the water bottle beside her.
“I don’t want to go home.” Is all she said, straight face, looking at the traffic that lied ahead, even though they were still in park. Harry looked ahead now, watching the drunks walk out of the pub.
“Why? Where do you want me to take you?” He asked, she turned to him, still all serious faced.
“Can you take me to your place, I just don’t want to go home.” She said, grabbing her phone from her bag and placing it on silent, he did not even realise that it was ringing. Harry felt controlled by her, that was one thing that happened in their past relationship. People dig dominant girls, and she is more than just that, it drove men around her crazy, it drove him crazy. But he placed the car in drive and took her to his New York apartment, sitting in silence.
“What are you doing for a living?” He said out of the blue, she just looked at him, taking a deep breath.
“I’m a therapist, but it seems I can deal with my patients problems better than myself.” She said, starting to laugh. Harry remembered she use to tell her deepest secrets when she was drunk, that is why she did it so much, to not hide herself.
“How so?” He asked, watching the road, she did the same.
“Take me home, actually, turn here.” She told him, all Harry did was nod, pulling up to a more than a million dollar mansion, walking out.
“Bye Harry, see you around.” Is all she said, starting to walk up the long pathway towards the house, lights turning on.
Harry saw her again, a few days later, she was sitting outside of a bar, drinking and coming down from her high. She was in a different black dress, but just as showy, just watching around her. Harry saw her, he was walking down the road to get to his apartment, when he just saw her, looking up the blue sky, and just thinking. His body took control and he sat right next to her. It took him by surprise when she was the first one to talk.
“I’m quitting. I know I said it before, but I am doing it.” She stated, still looking ahead of her, taking her left hand and passing him the bottle of beer. She was sober, he thought she was high, but she was sober.
“I follow the same fucking routine, everyday. Wakeup, escape from that house, go to work, get high after with some fuck heads from college, fuck one, drink and pass out as home.” He just nodded, letting her continue.
“Harry, you promised me you’d come back, and you did, but never to me.” She said, turning to him, placing her head on his shoulder. He took note of the wedding ring that laid upon her left, ring finger.
“I know, and I’m—” He was interrupted.
“It’s fine. You promised to marry me and look at me, now, going home to a fuck head, because that is what my parents wanted, apparently.” She said, it took him by surprise, a girl like her, as strong as her, opinionated and passionate, actually married the man that her parents sent up her with.
“I love you.” He blurted out, she took her head off of his shoulders.
Like every relationship, it escalated, it was like them, the two of them became more, ignoring what will happen and live in the moment, she would come to his place, talk about their life, he learned that she is still the girl who made life fun. She felt like herself around him, again, forget about her husband. He learned that she loves to play with men, and it made him laugh. It was only weeks together, but he changed her, she stopped smoking, drinking and doing the drugs, and she just lived like before. But the relationship did not just end like that, they started to date, to kiss, to make love to each other. They were still young, let them live a little longer.
“My husband is such a hypocrite. When we married, I was seventeen and he was twenty-five, and it was like we eloped, going to Scotland, got married, no wedding, really, and went straight to New York. Anyway, we said to each other that we could not see anyone, a month later, I found out he has girlfriends, and fuck buddies, so I did not care anymore. I just use his money for school and a nice ride and place to stay, and just lived, hooked up, dated. I fucking hate this wedding ring, it’s like a thousand pounds, but I don’t like my home.” She concluded and starting to laugh, he just watched her. The two of them were sitting on his couch, drinking wine and sharing experiences.
“I loved to play with guys, played hard to get, I just felt loved in a way, so I was like an actress, every night I would go to another bar, have a new identity, and name and pretend I was someone else, but I would always wear a black dress, it was like therapy to me, I felt loved.” She said to him.
Love came out of the relationship, (Y/N) filed for a divorce, she started to become more with Harry, until. Harry and her ended months later, she ended it, she did not know why, but the two were constantly fighting. She took up the hard liquor again, not the drugs nor smoking, but she enjoyed the liquor, the divorce went through, fastly, surprising her, but she would come home drunk sometimes, she was uncontrollable, he found, just like before. She loved to do what she use to do, she the same, look like an angel in the day, but was a demon by night, and he could not function with her. He also wanted to end it and focus with his life, his music, it was the best for both of them, she wanted to explore the world, and he could not do that with her. But what hooked her to walk away was the words he spoke to her, “You’re a drunk, constantly craving for attention, it is like during the day, you don’t care about me, that I am here, and that I love you, and you go out and get pissed out of your mind, mess around with guys, with flirting, and come home and demand attention from me, sex from me. You need to go to rehab, we are done.” It hurt her those words, but there were more than that said. And he just left, like before, not telling he was going, he went away, and forgot, like the first time around, but she called him.
She sat next to him, months afar from the night of the bar, she was still, sitting next to him on the couch, it was like she was a silhouette, looking ahead, can’t tell if she was alive or not, like the night they met, driving her home, she showed no emotion. Minutes later, she stood up. She called Harry to ask if he could come over, she had something to tell him, but she did not know if she could squeeze it out, blurt it to him, she got up, helped herself to the liquor that was in the cupboard. Sitting next to him, she acted the same, giving him a cup of the famous liquor, Hard Candy, she gave him a glass, she took the bottle, chugging it.
“Fuck it.” She said, placing the bottle down, and started to kiss him.
Now she sat, it was four months since the two ended, she has not seen him for four months, and she sat next to the toilet, the taste of vomit still in her mouth, and four pregnancy sticks above her on the counter, she knew it before she could look at it, but again, she was just a broken drunk, according to him. He has not contacted her for four months, when she tried to call, it went straight to voicemail.
It was half an hour of sitting in her own pity party when she finally got up, took the sticks and sat down in the same spot, next the toilet, all four of them read the same, the stupid double, pink line. She did not know what to do, so she pulled her phone out, tapped his number and waited, it went straight to voicemail, like she expected.
“Hi Harry, its me, (Y/N), I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I just want to let you know that I am better, I went to rehab, and I’m fine, but you really did hurt me, but that is not what I want to talk about. Harry, I’m having your baby, but it is none of your business. I don’t want you in its life at all, I don’t want you to call me, because we are not each other’s business anymore. Don’t call me, block me, do what you need to forget me, since you’re pretty good at that, I’m doing the same. We are over, I finally realise it, and I don’t want to see you anymore, I’m not your innocent girlfriend back from highschool, I’m a fucked up, divorce woman, tattooed and forgotten, and now pregnant. So, don’t call me back. Bye.” She said, ending it, placing the phone next her, and knew she had to continue her life.
I felt like I should write an imagine based off the the song, ‘Kiwi’ by, Harry Styles, so I did. Hope you enjoyed!
Summary: You and Spencer are kidnapped and you are tortured.
Warnings: Explicit torturing and angst.
Pairings: Spencer x Reader and a bit Platonic Derek x Reader.
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“You can kill me. You can torture me. You can rip me apart limb from limb. But for the love of God please don’t touch her.” Spencer’s voice echoed through the empty room. The man standing between you and him merely chuckling.
You screamed out as another lash landed on your bare back. Your body arched forward, trying to pull as much away from it as possible, but your restraints kept you firmly in the same place. Your arms were tied above your head and your feet just touched the ground.
Fifth day of hell.
Spencer stiffened and pulled violently on the restraints that kept him station to a pole.
“Please! Stop!” he screamed out. “Please. Please!”
was almost 11 pm when the vehicle finally came to a halt. You guys have been
jamming to different songs from The
Neighbourhood along the way, you getting surprised with how well Jimin knew
the lyrics. And of course you got
surprised at his amazing voice.
I didn’t know you could sing! Damn fine,’’ you complimented him and you gave
him a shove against his arm. He sheepishly started to grin and looked out of
his car window.
I wouldn’t be so sure of that. I think there are better singers out there,’’ he
replied and a silence fell upon you two. Only the soft rain, ticking on the
windows and roof, but later on thunder and lightning was added to it.
first lightning made Jimin look up and he unbuckled his seatbelt. You started
to struggle with yours, eyes and mind not that clear anymore, because you may
have drank a bit too much wine. You didn’t recall Jimin drinking that much, but
at the date one of the things you talked about, was how he wasn’t planning on
drinking too much. He had to drive to his home in the end of course.
let me help you,’’ you heard Jimin say and his hands came in sight, touching
yours as he unbuckled your seatbelt. Your eyes widened a bit and you coughed,
climbing out of the car quickly and closing the door behind you. Jimin stepped
out too and at that very moment, another lightning lit up the sky.