using all i have left to walk away

okay so anyways, story time: 

this one time my two friends and i had an english assignment to write an essay about the tragic elements of julius caesar. boring, anyway, yeah, we finish our essays and we’re all hanging out the night before it’s due, and we remember that our teacher actually lives really close to my house??? like a minute walk tops. and one of my friends mentions this girl who used to hand in her assignments in envelopes with a wax seal and left them on the doorstep of her teacher. so in our tired, carbohydrate-addled brains we’re like “that’s a FUCKIGN good idea shit man we have got to fucknig do thta RIGHT NOW”. 

so we dig around my jewelry box and find this UGLY ASS owl ring that i had stashed away somewhere and we’re like aw this is fuckin PERFECT. so we print our essays (yes all three, there were t h r e e of us who thought this was a good idea) and tuck them into this official looking manila envelope. we find this red candle and melt it down, right?? problem is, these wax seals that they used to use in medieval times and game of thrones episodes have SPECIAL fuckin wax that is made for that shit. we did not know that…at the time…ok, so we melt this wax and we pour it very carefully on the envelope, but because the envelope is flat on the ground it just runs halfway down the thing, just goes fuckign EVERYWHERE. we don’t give a SHIT, and we press that ugly fuckin owl ring in there. then, one of my friends is like “wow i’m gonna put my finger print in the wax” and then we fucking ALL do it, as if it’s not at all creepy to put your fingerprints in a wax seal that’s supposed to go to your teacher?? we write his last name on the envelope and take it w us, right, okay. 

so at ELEVEN AT NIGHT, we walk over to my teacher’s house and the lights are all off and then we realize that this….,.,.is fuckin WEIRD AND CREEPY. yes. only THEN did we realize this. so we end up fuckin around in his driveway for a full five minutes contemplating who is ballsy enough to run up to his doorstep and drop off the envelope cause we weren’t sure if he had a motion activated light or not. then my friend GRABS that envelope and just rips to the door, drops it on the mat, runs back to us, says “go gogogogogogooggo fuckfyck” and we start RUNNING DOWN THE ROAD BACK TO MY HOUSE. 

when we get there we realize how fuckin creepy it was, and we start freaking out. like we actually think we could be expelled for this odd shit (we were really tired and freaked out ok shut up) and so we try our best to forget about it and go to sleep. when we wake up, my friend has a text from her mother and it’s just a picture of a text she got from the teacher we submitted our essays to. so we start freaking out until we realize he’s written, “someone’s submitted their essay like a ninja in the night and i think it was your daughter and her two friends.” 

so yeah anyway this is the story of how my teacher is the fcukgin coolest for not expelling me for putting a weird sketchy package on his doorstep nice

Under One Condition - Carl Grimes Imagine

request: Carl x reader where they hate eachother so its sassy and get stuck somewhere, so reader suggests a way to get out. Carl agrees, but if their idea fails Carl gets to do what he wants. Idea fails, carls idea is to make out.

pairings: carl x reader, best friend tara x reader

a/n: this is really stupid and unedited and lame and dumb idk read at your own risk. i didn’t follow the prompt exactly, but i never do lmao… i hope you guys still like this :-) 

word count: 1,655

tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland @namelesslosers 

You stood against Michonne’s back as Rick forced open the door of an old store with a crowbar. Your knife was drawn, but you didn’t feel the need to get in fighting form. Michonne felt the same way–standing casually with her katana on her back. 

The door swung open with a pop, and Rick drew his gun from his holster, leading your group into the small convenient store. You waited until everyone was in before entering, making sure to leave the door cracked behind you. Tara was waiting for you at the front door when you came inside. 

Tara was your best friend. She had been since she joined your group after the Governor destroyed the prison. You were young, but you had been around the apocalypse for long enough to understand that you weren’t a kid anymore. At least, you didn’t expect to be treated like one. 

Tara and you connected almost instantly. She was a childish adult, and you were a mature child. You two balanced each other out, and you could never be without her for more than a day or two. You two even shared a house when she was with Denise, for you wouldn’t let her live in a house without you. 

“Hey, kids, come help us pack these up!” Rick called happily. Whenever you found a plethora of supplies, Rick would light up like a Christmas tree. You were going to have to give half of it up, of course, but you had to grow accustomed to scavenging for someone who didn’t care if you lived or died. 

As you reached for a bag of food to pack into a box, your hand brushed up against Carl’s. You both rolled your eyes, and you moved your hand to find another bag to begin packing. You and Carl had never really gotten along, to say the least. 

You were lonely when you met Rick’s group, and everyone expected you and Carl to get along great because of your ages. They were right, at first. You and Carl were best friends for the first few years you knew him. He was your best friend, and he was always kind and took care of you. 

Carl changed when you two were around thirteen years old. You grew to dislike him more and more each day. You wouldn’t say you hated him, but he sure as hell seemed to hate you. Whenever you would even try to be civil, he would throw all respect to the curb. 

Tara knew how much he bothered you, but she managed to remain his friend over time. You wouldn’t have minded being his friend, but you were afraid of talking with him about it, to begin with. You would never hear the end of it if he was completely unwilling to be civil with you. 

A crash was heard from outside the store, and everyone turned their heads towards the sound. You tossed the bags of food you were holding into a box and picked it up, preparing to evacuate the store before you were discovered by whatever was outside. 

“No,” Rick said, holding his hand up to you. “Let us get the boxes. Carl and (Y/N), I need you to stay in here with Tara. I’ll drive the car to the front of the store so we can load everything up, then we’re gonna leave. Michonne, grab a box. Tara, watch the kids and make sure nobody gets in here.” 

You and Carl both sighed in sync, giving disapproving looks at Rick. Rick and Michonne were out the door before either of you could complain, though. Tara began packing food and supplies into her backpack, and you and Carl each followed in her lead. 

A second crash sounded from outside the store, and Tara huffed through her teeth. “Alright, guys, stay here. I’ll be right back.” You almost told her to wait, but you hesitated for too long, and she was out the door. You glanced at Carl, who was already looking at you. He turned his head quickly. 

“Why do you hate me?” you asked calmly. “I don’t wanna start a fight or anything. I’m really just curious. Did I do something to you that I don’t remember?” As soon as the words left your mouth, you realized how stupid they sounded. 

“I don’t hate you,” Carl snapped. He walked away from you, but you followed him. “I just don’t think we have to be friends because we’re the same age. That’s all.” 

“Well, yeah. I agree on that, but we used to get along so well! What happened?” Your voice was becoming more and more expressive as you thought about how stupid the rivalry between the two of you was. Carl chuckled and shook his head at the ground. You waited for a response, but he didn’t give you one. 

“What happened?” you repeated, a little quieter than the last time. Carl must have noticed the change of your voice’s tone, for he looked up at you with a confused, yet endearing look on his face. 

Carl shrugged his shoulders. “We grew up.” 

The car could be heard pulling up in front of the store. Carl walked towards the door, leaving you in the back of the store. You heard the door swing open and quickly zipped up your backpack. Before you could stand up straight again, you were pulled further into the back of the store. You stood yourself up quickly, recognizing Carl as the person who was dragging you. 

“Carl, what the hell!” you exclaimed. 

“Shh,” he demanded, still holding you by the upper arm. “A car just pulled up outside, and it wasn’t dad.” 

Your eyes widened as you heard the door swing open. Carl looked around quickly, then pulled you into a room in the back hallway. Just as he shut the door and locked it behind you, the front door could be heard swinging open. Carl wasn’t satisfied with the door being locked, though. 

He scanned the room quickly and grabbed a chair tucked beneath a dusty desk and pushed it beneath the doorknob. You pushed yourself up so you were sitting on the desk. Carl turned around and began walking around the room, searching it for anything useful. 

The room was quiet until you decided to speak up. “Carl?” 

He looked up at you, raising his eyebrows. 

“What did you mean earlier? When you said we grew up, what were you talking about?” Your feet hung off the edge of the desk, swinging back and forth. 

Carl laughed to himself, shaking his head and sliding his hands over his chin. “You got hot.” 

Your eyebrows raised, and you swore you could feel your cheeks flush pink. 

“I got scared when I started thinking about you as… I don’t know. It was different, though. We were always best friends, and something just switched in me, and you were more than just pretty.” 

Your face was probably red at that point, and you couldn’t seem to bring your eyes up from your shoes. You could have sworn that he hated you, but you were apparently far from right. 

“Sorry,” he sighed with a smile. “Didn’t mean to make it weird.” 

“No,” you said, raising your eyebrows. “I just… wasn’t expecting that.” 

The silence that swept over the room made it easy for you and Carl to hear the sound of a shelf falling over from inside the store. You flinched when you realized how close the unknown people were to you. You had never been so alone and so scared before. There was always someone like Rick or Glenn with you to make sure you were safe, but you and Carl were alone that time. 

Your eyes swept over the room once more as you searched for a way to escape the room you were stuck in. You only noticed two possible ways out, and they were both extremely risky. Your first option was to go out the door into the store and try to fight off the people to get to your car. Your second option was to climb out the window, which was only about one foot by two feet big. 

“I wanna get out that window,” you stated. You hopped off the desk and told Carl to help you move it beneath the window to use as a stool. 

“(Y/N), you can’t be serious,” he huffed. “There’s no way we can fit through that tiny window.” 

“Well, we don’t really have any other options,” you said, letting go of the desk and deciding on climbing an old shelf instead. 

“Yeah, we do. We’re just gonna wait this out until Dad brings a group back to get us out. He’s not just gonna leave us here,” Carl argued. You knew he was right, but you didn’t want to wait it out. You wanted to get out of the small room and back to Alexandria. 

“(Y/N), get off the shelf. I’ll help you climb out the damn window,” Carl said, giving in to your idea. 

“Thank you,” you replied. 

“Under one condition,” Carl added. “If this plan of yours doesn’t work out, then I get to kiss you.” 

Your eyes widened, and your face flushed pink once again. “All subtlety out the window, I guess.” 

“You wanna try your window idea or not?” 

If you were being honest, kissing Carl Grimes wasn’t the least appealing thing you would have had to do. You would easily pick that over several activities you had been forced to endure. 

Carl helped you pick up the desk and move it beneath the window. You climbed on top of it, so you were face to face with the small glass frame, and it was clear to you that there was no way in hell you could fit through it. 

“This isn’t going to work.” You turned back to him, and saw the noticeably apparent smirk on his face. 

“You know what that means, right?” 

Originally posted by daily-walkers

~College!au Pen Pal Jungkook~ PART SEVEN

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Originally posted by jkguks

You awoke to the feeling off movement under you. Furrowing your brows in confusion, you slowly opened your eyes. Oh. 

You didn’t remember falling asleep in this position so you assumed it happened while the both of you were asleep. Jungkook was laying underneath you, his right arm wrapped around your waist. Your head rested against his chest where your right hand was placed next to and your left hand was behind his neck, able to reach his soft hair. Not to mention you manage to cling to him like a koala: Your right leg was wrapped around his torso and his left hand rested on your knee.

Feeling flustered at your close contact, your face grew red. He stirred again and this time, his eyes started to open. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping he couldn’t feel your racing heart beat. 

“I know you’re awake,” Jungkook’s hoarse voice made you snap your eyes open. 

Chucking at your flustered state, he took a strand of your hair and pushed it away from your face. 

“You woke me up,” You muttered, not bothering to move in the slightest, “You move around too much.”

“Well, if you moved around and didn’t cling to me like a koala, I wouldn’t be here,” He rubbed his face with his hand.

It was funny. The embarrassment was practically radiating off the both of you yet neither of you made a movement. You stayed, face planted against his chest, looking up at his expression. His eyes were still adjusting to the light pouring in from your window. His hands didn’t move from around your waist nor did his legs kick you off of him. 

Hm, maybe you were enjoying this a little too much.

“You don’t have class today, right?”

You shook your head, and wiggled in his grasp. Letting his arms loose, you sat up and stretched your arms out. Whining at the sound of your back cracking, you pouted, “Great. Now I’m sore from the position I was sleeping in.”

“You’re sore?” He asked with a smirk, “My leg has been asleep this entire time and the slightest movement puts me in excruciating pain.” He smiled at the end of his statement. Was this boy always so competitive and confident?

“Any movement, huh?” Now it was your turn to smirk. Before he could speak, you shoved him off your bed and he landed on the floor with a thud.

“Ow,” Jungkook said, void of any emotion. 

“Come on. You had to see that coming,” You grinned, walking over to where he was laying. 

Standing up, he puffed his cheeks out in an adorably angry way while you simply stared back at his with a cute smile. 

“You owe me breakfast.”

“Wha–Fine,” You grumbled. Grabbing some clothes from inside your dresser you turn to Jungkook who was looking around your dorm room. 

“Aren’t you going to change?”

“Right,” he snapped his fingers before grabbing his phone resting on your nightstand. “I’ll meet you at the cafe.”

“Okay, bye!” He stepped out of your room and you walked into the bathroom to take a shower. 

“You clean up well,” You smirked, remembering how he looked this morning: his disheveled yet still perfectly styled hair, his wrinkled clothes, and tired eyes. 

“I try,” Jungkook smiled with a shrug. He sat across from you and you slid him his usual order. 

“You know my order?” He grinned, mischievously.

For a second you paused before blurting, “Of course. I sit at the booth right near the line, so I’ve learned most of the usual customer’s orders.” When he raised an eyebrow as if in doubt, you proved it, “Like her. She comes every Monday and Friday and orders a milkshake.”

Just as you finished speaking, the girl was next and she ordered her strawberry milkshake and waited near the counter. 

“I don’t know whether to be impressed and call you observant or a stalker,” Jungkook chuckled, causing you to nudge his arm from across the table. 

“So what’re our plans for today? I’m being your wing girl, right?” You asked, as he took a bite out of his breakfast sandwich. 

“Yeah, but let’s have us day before we jump into finding my pen pal? It’s been a while since I’ve seen anyone from childhood,” He tilted his head to the side, a shy smile appearing on his lips.

“Me over your pen pal? I’m honored,” You placed a hand on your chest, and wiped a fake tear away.

Rolling his eyes, he crumbled the empty wrapped and grabbed your hand. Tugging you out of the booth, he lead you out of the cafe. 

“I’m going to show you all of my favorite on campus spots. I’m assuming the cafe is all where you’ve been?”

You scoffed as if insulted.“No! I’ve been to…the library,” You sighed in defeat. 

“Well, lucky you have me,” He walked towards a group of boys in front of the cafe.

“Hey, Jungkookie!” One of them grinned, motioning over. Ah, so these must be the friends he’s so ‘soft’ for. 

“Hey, hyungs,” he waved with his free hand. 

Another boy’s eyes flickered toward you and then your interlaced hands. “Who’s this?” He asked, with a hint of a suggestive tone. It was then when you both realized you were still holding hands. Jumping apart from each other, you fiddled with your fingers behind your back.

“That’s obviously Y/N,” The one with light brown hair, you recognized from one of your classes, named Taehyung, said.

“What do you mean ‘obviously’?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jungkook told us about his old classmate who’s going to help him find his pen pal!” One you actually recognized, Taehyung, grinned.

“They know about your pen pal?” You asked, curiously.

“Of course. All we ever hear is either ‘She can be so stubborn sometimes and I want to smash her face with a brick,’ or ‘She gets me and I just want to be able to thank her.’ There’s really no in between; Jungkook either hates her or loves her,” One of the boys said, matter of factly.

You did your best to refrain from blushing and turned toward Jungkook with a forced smirk. He was staring at the boy who just spoke with his nose crinkled up and eye slightly twitching. 

“Too much information, Namjoon hyung.”

Namjoon shrugged in response and you laughed aloud. “Awe, that’s cute. You have a little crush on your pen pal,” You pinched his cheek, lovingly.

Rolling his eyes, he gestured to you, “See? Now she’s not going to let that go!”

You nodded in confirmation, “Never.”

You went through introductions and now knew the names of his friends. Easier for you; now you didn’t have to refer to them as ‘insert hair color here’ boy. 

“It was nice to meet you, Y/N, but I have a feeling Jungkook wants us to go away,” Jin, the eldest, motioned toward Jungkook who was looking impatient. 

“Yes, actually. Please do,” Jungkook smiled, sweetly. The boys rolled their eyes and bid you goodbye and then it was back to you and Jungkook. It was when they finally left when Jungkook tugged at your hand again and begin walking.

“Now, where are we going first?” You asked for which Jungkook answered with a mischievous smirk. 

HEY!!! Miss me? Sorry I didn’t post at all yesterday *begs for forgiveness* but here’s part seven! I hope you enjoy!!

Part 8?

anonymous asked:

Please do a preference or blurb where Gemma or Anne don't like you or think that you're using him for money (which makes you really insecure about him buying you stuff)and Harry finds out about it and is really upset about it.

You didn’t come from a wealthy family. In fact, most of your childhood was spent scraping for your last dollar hidden in couch cushions and eating less when your parents were in between jobs. 

That being said, you weren’t poor either. Your parents could afford to send you to a good school, and you came home each day able to do your homework to earn good grades, without having to deal with any extra work. You were just strictly middle class. 

When you met Harry, you were in your second year of university, and in the midst of all your student debt, Harry showed you what it felt to have no regard whatsoever for the price of things. He took you to amusement parks and sent you gifts you’ve been eyeing for months. Of course, these were just little side effects.

Harry was kind and humorous and treated you like you have never been treated before. Within the first few months of you two dating, he acted as if he was still courting you. Flowers and chocolates were sent almost weekly, and you spent every waking moment (apart from attending school, of course) with him. You were madly in love.

“I want you to meet my family.”

You and Harry were ice skating when he suddenly pulled you to a stop and took your face into his palms. His breath was visible in the air between you two, and his green eyes were bright and vivid. You stammer, “M-Meet y-your f-family? Like n-now?”

He chuckles, brushing back a stray piece of your hair, and says, “Not now. But soon.”

“How soon?”

Harry’s smile doesn’t break. “My birthday.”

Your knees suddenly start to buckle, and Harry catches you in time before you have the chance to fall. “Your birthday is in a week,” you huff, stabilising yourself back on the ice. “I thought it was just going to be the two of us. Cuddled up in bed the entire day…or something.” You add the last part to make it didn’t seem as if you were greatly looking forward to the plan. You were. A day with just him and no one else? Nothing was better.

“Yeah,” Harry stretches the word out, and you see the shift in attitude in his eyes. “But I was thinking, since my mum and Gemma are gonna be in London that week, we could just invite them over.”

“We’ve been together for a year,” you hesitate. “Would Gemma and Anne really–?”

“Yes.” Harry interrupts, pressing a kiss to your shaking lips. “I love you and you love me. I want my family to see how happy we are.”

You think for a minute, not ready to meet the two most important women in his life, but also not wanting to disappoint the soon-to-be birthday boy. “Okay,” you sigh, finally giving in.

“Good, because I already invited them over to stay with us.”

“Harry! I haven’t seen you in forever!”

Your hands are shaking in the pockets of your pants as you watch Anne and Gemma tumble over the threshold and into Harry’s waiting arms. You stand to the side of the room, by the fireplace, unsure as to what to do or what to say. Luckily, Harry sensed your nervousness and after embracing both women, he gestured towards you with a bright smile. “This is Y/N. She’s the one I’ve been talking about.”

“More like endlessly rambling about,” murmured Gemma and she and Anne shared a laugh. You smile as Harry’s mother walks over to hug you, and keep smiling when Gemma’s arms wrap around you. 

Harry announces, “I’m going to go make some drinks and snacks for all of us. You three get to know each other. I have a feeling you will be seeing each other a lot.”

And with that, he leaves the room. You sit down on the nearest sofa, and Gemma and Anne follow suit, both stopping to remove their coats first. “So,” you try, “how was the travel–”

“That’s a nice belt,” Gemma interrupts. You frown, glancing down at your waist. “Is that Gucci?”

You nod. “Harry got it for me on my birthday. I begged him not to but–”

“But you accepted it anyways,” Anne finishes, her voice laced with poison. 

“Yes,” you whisper under your breath. 

“Where did you go to university, Y/N?” Gemma asks.


“Wow. Ivy league. You must be drowning in student debt right now.”

“Yeah,” you smile, thinking she was joking. “I can barely afford–”

“Those boots?” Anne chirps in. “Are those Harry’s?”

You look down to see that they, indeed, were. You didn’t even notice. You just needed something comfy to slip your freezing feet into. “I guess they are,” you murmur. 

Gemma clears her throat, and it makes you look up at the female version of your boyfriend. “Harry wears his heart on his sleeve, bless him, but he is often blind when women like you come sneaking along. But not me. And not Anne. Harry might think you love him, but you don’t have us fooled, you money-digging–”

“Snacks!” Harry bursts out from the kitchen at that exact second, and you have enough time to wipe away a single tear before he places down a giant plate of crackers in front of you all. “The drinks are still inside, but I was too excited to wait.”

Anne knits her eyebrows together, and she’s smiling that easy smile that makes Harry believe it never left her face. “Too excited for what?”

But Harry’s already reaching into the coat cabinet, and pulls out a hidden box wrapped in bright red. He walks over to you, beaming, and says, “For you, my sweetheart.”

Your lips part in surprise, and even though you don’t take your eyes off of Harry’s, you can sense Gemma and Anne glaring at you. “What is this?” You ask as Harry drops it onto your lap.

“A little something. Open it and see.” He drops his head to the side and looks up at you with loving eyes. You bite the inside of your cheek as you start to unwrap it.

“What is it?” Gemma asks, peeking over her brother’s shoulder. “Shit.”

Diamonds are reflected in her eyes. Harry explains, “I had it custom made for you. See? It’s my name and your name loosely written on the sides. You lost your bracelet last week, and I wanted to make it up to you.”

“But it’s not even my birthday,” you whisper, eyes glazing over. It was beautiful. Too beautiful for your hands to touch.

“I know,” he presses a kiss to the side of your head. “But you make me so happy, I just couldn’t resist. I was going to give it to you after the night was over as a thank you for meeting my family, but I couldn’t wait.”

“Harry,” you whisper, tears threatening to spill. You still don’t dare to touch it. “You shouldn’t have.”

Harry opens his mouth to say something, but Anne interrupts, “Harry, I think the drinks are getting cold.” Harry looks up at his mother, and then back at you, before disappearing back into the kitchen.

“Why aren’t you smiling?” Gemma hisses. “This is what you want, isn’t it? This is why you have him wrapped around your finger.”

“I love him,” you murmur softly. “I love him with all my heart. I would love him if he had nothing.”

Anne shrugs. “Even if that’s true, I guess we’ll never know now.”

“I love him!” You repeat, louder, more frantic than before. A tear spills onto the bracelet that is still wrapped up in velvet.

“Then why don’t you just rip that bracelet apart?” Gemma barks. “Rip it to prove that it doesn’t matter.”

“It’s expensive,” you murmur. “It’s priceless. I can’t possibly…I can’t…”

“That’s because you don’t want to,” Anne snarls. “Gemma is right. You’re nothing but a gold digger. A nasty gold digger that is going to stay away from Harry from now on.”

“Drinks!” Harry strides into the room (again, at the worst timing possible), and immediately notices the tension. “What happened?”

You immediately rise from your seat, picking up his present for you and discarding it on the table. “I don’t feel too well,” you lie. “I’m going to go rest for a bit.”

“Do you want your–” You didn’t even have to turn around to know that Harry was pointing towards your bracelet.


You don’t know how much time has passed. Hours, probably. Gemma and Anne have already left. The house is quiet. Harry climbs into bed and sighs, “If you don’t like it, you can just tell me.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “Don’t like what?”

He looks at you pointedly. “The bracelet.” He replies obviously. “I can return it and exchange it for whatever you want tomorrow. Just say the word.”

“Don’t,” you blurt out. “Get a refund and donate the cash to charity.”


This is when he notices the huge pile of things in the corner of the room. “Is that–?” All the things that Harry has ever bought you were placed in the corner of the room. He whips his head back to you. “What’s wrong? Did Anne or Gemma say anything?”

“No,” you whisper. He can tell you’re lying in less than second. 

“What did they say?” He pulls you closer to him. “Tell me.”

“Nothing,” you try again, but he’s not buying it. Finally, you confess, “They said I was just using you for money…” Tears start to build up in your eyes again, and this time, they fall. “They said…They said I was a gold digger…but..but Harry I’m not, and I tried to tell them, but they wouldn’t listen.”

Harry’s breath catches in his throat. Then, without warning, he immediately jumps out of bed and rushes to where his phone lays on top of his cabinet. “What are you doing?” You ask, nose already started to clog up from the tears. 

He presses his phone against his ear, and in less than a beat, he’s screaming, “DID YOU CALL Y/N A GOLD DIGGER?” Oh shit. “How dare you accuse the woman I love–” He pauses, face scrunching up in disgust at whatever is being said from the other line. “All that is untrue. What kind of stories have you been reading? I’m not speaking to you both until an apology is issued.” 

And with that, he hangs up the phone. 

“Harry, you didn’t have to do that,” you say as he crawls back into bed with you.

“I don’t have to do a lot of things. I don’t have to buy you stuff you don’t need, but I do because I want to show you how much I love you. I don’t have to devote my entire life to writing songs, but I do because I would never prefer doing something else. But what I need to do is to make sure that my girlfriend knows that she is an important part of who I am, and to make sure no one tells her anything else.”

this is so shit and i might rewrite it but i felt so bad for not writing in a while so i just needed to post something but might take it down later because i am so unhappy with this ending. 

Catch Me

Title: Catch Me

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3,144

Request: Hi Kazzy! I’m so happy to see you back! I was hoping to resubmit a request from a while ago? A Sam x Reader where the reader and the brothers stay with Jody after the reader gets hurt. Jody notices how Sam and the reader feel about each other and she kinda pushes them together? Maybe some jealous Sam when Dean tries to help the reader? No big deal if you don’t want to write it! Please and thank you :)

Theme song: Catch Me If You Can by Walking On Cars

A/N: I’ve had this in my drafts since last year. Literally. Yikescycles! Here it is! Just some good ol’ fluff for you!



“Alright, talk to me, guys. How we doing back there?”

“Super,” you managed out through gritted teeth.

“She’s losing a lot of blood, Dean,” Sam added.

“Your bedside manner could use some improvement,” you told him. He tried to smile over at you but all he could manage was a tight, worried line. He added more pressure to his bundled up jacket pressed tightly to your right side and you gasped sharply, surprised you could hurt more.

“I know. I know. Sorry. Dean!”

“Going as fast as I can here, Sam,” Dean said from the driver’s seat. Still, you felt him give the Impala just a little more gas, pushing her to her limit.

You leaned your head back hard into the backseat’s headrest, closing your eyes. Your world felt reduced to two points now; the intense and deep, constant throb of pain in your side where Sam’s bloodied hands were pressed, and the less insistent, sharp sting in the crook of your arm. The latter had been bandaged quick and dirty with the extra shirt you’d had packed in the trunk when Sam and Dean had gotten you back to the car.

“Sucks,” you murmured, half to yourself. “It was one of my favorites.”

“What was?” Sam asked. You shook your head slowly, but Sam wasn’t going to let you get away with your non-answer.

“Hey!” he barked at you. Your eyes snapped open and focused on his. “I need you to stay with me, ok?”

“I’m going to be fine,” you told him, the slur in your speech not adding much to your point.

“I know you are,” he said firmly, holding your gaze. “We’re a few miles out from Jody’s. I think we just passed that gas station where we dared Dean to eat all the chilis on his nachos last time we came through here. Do you remember that?”

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A Different Fight II

Warnings: None!! This is a continuation of another short piece of writing that you can find here 

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker 

Genre: Angst but also finally some fluff 

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: HOLY CRAP GUYS!! I’m so blown away by your reactions to the first part, it’s absolutely nuts. Your kind words and feedback are appreciated, I hope this lives up to your expectations 💕

It had been two days since your fight with Peter and you were still really messed up about it. It was a Sunday afternoon and you had refused to get out of your bed since you had gotten in it over 48 hours ago. You had no motivation to do anything, only getting up to use the bathroom when you really needed to or to stock up on snacks. You slept a lot, trying to avoid the feeling of guilt that rotted away in the bottom of your stomach. Your only other super close friend Michelle was blowing up your phone with texts even though you really weren’t in the mood. You told her so, and she decided that she needed to come over (against your wishes). 

“This is the most pathetic thing I’ve seen in my whole life.” Michelle’s voice woke you up from yet another nap, and you opened your eyes to find her standing over you.

“Yeah, this is the most pathetic I’ve felt in my whole life so I guess it’s fitting,” you mumbled.

“Seriously, are you this bummed out about a tiny fight with Peter?” she asked. “What did you even argue about anyway?” You groaned at the memories replaying in your head. 

“I don’t even know what really happened,” you said, running your hands through your hair. “I was just so mad and I took it all out on him. Not only that, I also got super jealous.” Michelle listened to your words carefully and you could see the gears turning in her mind. 

“Who is it that you were jealous of?” she questioned. 

“Oh god, this is so embarrassing,” you complained. “It was Liz Allan, the senior. Peter’s been hanging out with her a lot lately and he ditched me to go to her stupid party. Man, what does he see in her anyway? Other than the fact that she’s pretty, smart, and just about everything I’m not… Not that it matters, I just miss him since he’s, you know, a busy guy.” The two of you were silent for a moment. You hadn’t really meant to say all of that, but Michelle had a way of getting you to open up to her. She stared at you for a long time and you raised your eyebrows at her, puzzled by her strange look. 

“Y/N, you totally love Peter,” she declared. You started to argue, but she cut you off. “You like him so much and you’re jealous of Liz because you think he likes her! This isn’t because you were mad, this is because you won’t admit you have feelings for him! I called it!" 

"MJ, that’s crazy…” you said. “He’s just a friend." 

"A friend that you love,” she corrected. You rolled your eyes but didn’t say anything. She was right. Of course she was right, she always was. Thinking about Peter with Liz made you feel like a wave had washed over you, suffocating you in a mix of insufferable envy and sadness. Every time he said her name your stomach dropped, similar to how it did during roller coaster rides or when you drove over big hills. You knew you needed to fix things with him, he was way too important to you and you couldn’t let things stay the way they were. Michelle left, spewing out kind words of support and advice as she went. You finally stood up, ready to face your problems. 

Tracking Peter down was hard. You didn’t want to text him because you weren’t sure he was going to answer. Even if he did, would he really want to see you? You tried his apartment but his aunt was the only one home. May usually loved seeing you, but today she seemed a little off. You didn’t blame her, Peter probably had told her what happened and her opinion of you must have changed. You decided to try one other place, the spot where you and Peter had spent most of your time together. 

The rooftop was a little chilly and your ears stung a bit in the wind, but you barely noticed since you were so preoccupied with finding Peter. Sure enough, there he was, sitting with his legs dangling off the ledge. He was in the Spider-Man suit but the mask was off, discarded behind him on the cement. You took a deep breath and approached him quietly. He must have heard you, probably from his super senses, because he turned his head to face you. He looked just as awful as you did, if not worse. His hair was a mess and he had deep purple circles beneath his eyes. His skin was blotchy and it seemed as if he had cried recently. 

“Hi,” you said, willing your voice not to crack. You fidgeted with your hands, unsure of how to begin. 

“Hi,” Peter echoed, his tone lacking all of its usual enthusiasm. He swung his legs back over the ledge and stood up. 

“I… I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry,” you started. “I was totally out of line, I should never have said any of those things to you-" 

"Yeah, no kidding,” Peter said. He furrowed his brows, looking at the ground. “Look, I want to accept your apology and for everything to be cool…" 

"Great!” you said, relieved. It felt as if a boulder had been lifted off of your shoulders that you didn’t realize you had been carrying. 

“I want to,” he continued as if you hadn’t spoken. “But I don’t know if I can. It’s just… Well, it’s complicated.”

“So tell me how I can fix it,” you begged. If you had any tears left you would have been crying, but you had already shed them all. You were completely empty and the only thing you could do was stand there like a statue. 

“Y/N, you said some pretty bad things,” Peter reminded you. As if you had forgotten. “Honestly, it was bad enough for you to take swings at me, but Liz? What did she ever do to you? I just don’t get it.” And so it began. You couldn’t stop yourself, the words started tumbling out of your mouth before you could contain them. 

“I don’t like her,” you blurted, your hands falling to your sides. “I don’t like you hanging out with her, I don’t like you talking about her, and I really don’t like you choosing her over me. It makes me feel like garbage. All you do is pine over her and the worst part is that you don’t even realize that it upsets me!” Peter’s mouth was a thin line, his eyes darkening. You felt a surge of dread flow through you. Not again, this wasn’t supposed to happen again. 

“Has it occurred to you that I can have other friends?” he asked loudly, his voice making your legs shake from under you. Panic seized you, the terrifying thought of having a repeat of what had already happened filling your brain. 

“That’s the problem!” you croaked, your voice betraying you. “She’s not just a friend! You were willing to beat me up over her. Peter, you pinned me against a wall! It’s not like you were taking down a criminal, you were arguing with me. Do you have any idea how scared I was?”

“I didn’t mean to,” he said quietly after a moment. “You know that. I’m not used to being so mad at someone I’m close to. I forgot what was happening for a minute, I forgot it was a different fight…” He looked away, sniffing as he tried to hide his face. You got a short glimpse of it and it was enough to know that he was crying. Abandoning all of your lingering anger, you walked over to pick up the mask he had left behind. You held it in your fingers, moving your thumb over the soft fabric absentmindedly. 

“Peter,” you said suddenly. “I’m not mad about Liz. I wasn’t mad to begin with. You were right, I’m jealous of her. I’m so insanely jealous and it made me say such horrible things to you. I’m so sorry, I know that doesn’t change what happened…” Peter rubbed his eyes, finally meeting you gaze.

“But why would you be jealous of her?” he asked. You took a deep breath and took a cautious step forward. 

“I like you,” you finally admitted. “Actually, I more than like you. The way you feel about her, that’s how I feel about you. It’s awful, really. Everything you do makes my heart soar and it’s so hard because I can’t do anything about it!” He opened his mouth to say something, but you shook your head. You just wanted to get this off your chest before you chickened out. 

“The truth is, I love you Peter. I always have and I always will. You can date Liz, I don’t care. Just… Just please don’t hate me anymore. I can’t live with it.” Peter stared at you for a moment, his mouth open and his eyes wide. 

“I-I never hated you,” he said finally. “And I don’t want to date Liz. You’re 0 for 2, want to keep trying?” You were caught totally off guard, especially by how light and joking his tone and gotten once again. 

“But I thought-” you started but stopped as he held out his hand for you to hold. You hesitantly reached out to him and he gripped it gently, lacing his fingers between yours.

“You’re ridiculous, crazy, and have no clue how to deal with your temper,” he said with a small smile. “Why would I ever want to date anyone other than you?

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He likes you! // Bill Denbrough

Word Count: 1558 

Summary- Your best friend, Beverly, takes you to the Quarry to see the boys after another night of your parents fighting.

Warnings; N/A

A/n; It’s a bit longer than normal, but hopefully makes up for the lack of imagines I’ve been posting, I didn’t realize how many ships I’d get!

Requested; Yes! I altered the requests a bit because they were so similar, and I didn’t wanna write it twice x

req;  Hi! Can you do a Billxreader imagine where you’re bests friends with Beverly because things weren’t going well at your house and you’re staying with her since that and one day she invites you to the lake and the other boys tease Bill because of his crush on you? Thanks!

req; Hi! Can you do a Billxreader imagine where you stand up to Greta because she starts bullying Beverly and she becomes your friends and introduces you to the losers club at the lake and the boys tease Bill?


“What are you doing?” You asked your ‘friend’ Greta, as she and your two other friends were standing menacingly by the doors of the school, in front of a girl. Beverly Marsh, you recognized her from your English class. “Having some fun, and teaching this little shit a lesson.” She replied, smirking at the girl. “How’s it feel, slut?” “Make up your mind, Greta. Am I a slut? Or a little shit?” Beverly retorted, taking a puff of her cigarette. You knew the rumors about her were fake, and frankly, you felt bad for the poor girl. “Leave her alone, Greta.” You rolled your eyes, turning to the queen bee of your school. “Excuse me?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“Are you stupid?” You asked, and Greta glared fiercely in your direction. “Watch it, Y/N. Do you really want to be a loser, like the slut over here?” She asked, gesturing to the smoking teen. “Yeah, I would rather be her friend than yours. She’s a lot better than you.” You said, not missing a beat. “I’m disappointed, Y/N.” Greta said, pouting mockingly. “I’m not. You’re a terrible person, Greta. Go to hell.” You said, and she scoffed, walking away, your other two friends following suit. “Sorry about her.” You said, leaning on the wall.

Beverly looked at you, confused. “Why did you help me? I thought you were Greta’s friend.” “Yeah, an unfortunate thought, isn’t it?” You sighed. “I’m not the best at making friends, Greta’s the only one who pitied me enough to let me hang out with her.” You said, rolling your eyes. “Well, I’m not the best at friendship either, but we can give it a try? It’s the least I could do.” Bev offered, a kind smile on her face. “Sure. Y/N L/N, nice to meet you.” “Beverly Marsh.” 

That was the day she became your best friend.

“Why do we have to fight like this every fucking day?!” Your father screamed, exasperated. “Because you can’t get it into your idiotic head!” Your mother retorted. They’d been fighting for a solid hour, and you were trying to do anything to keep your mind off of it. Eventually, you gave up. You packed an overnight bag, and stormed out of your room. “I’m going to Beverly’s house.” You interrupted their heated bickering, watching their angry gazes shift to you. “Excuse me?” Your father asked, annoyed.

“I’m going to Beverly’s house.” Your repeated, not giving them a chance to reply because you were already out the door. “Y/N L/N, get back here!” Your father called, but you simply ignored him. It wasn’t the first time this happened, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last. Beverly was kind enough to let you stay at her house. Her father didn’t mind you, because you were a girl and you were polite. You jumped on your bike, and rode the short distance to her house.

You parked your bike next to hers, climbing the short distance up the steps to her door. Knocking, you shivered as the wind blew against you gently. The door swung open, to reveal a confused Mr. Marsh. “Oh, Y/N. I didn’t know you were coming tonight.” He said, a slight annoyed tone to his voice, but overall it was a welcoming and kind statement. “Sorry, Mr. Marsh.” You said, sheepishly. He looked back and calling out “Bevvy! Y/N’s here!” before opening the door and allowing you inside.

Bev came running out, happily hugging you and dragging you almost immediately to her room. She didn’t have to ask what you were doing here, she already could tell. Not only by the look on your face, but just because it was such an often occurrence, she merely had everything ready for a sleepover daily. “I’m so sorry I have to burden you with this, Bev. If you ever don’t want me here, tell me.” You spoke, sadly. “Y/N, don’t be ridiculous. You’re my best friend.” Bev said, changing into her pajamas.

“I know, Bev, but I’m here so often..” you said, sighing. You wished it wasn’t this way, but what could you do? Your parents were always fighting, and you didn’t have many friends other than Beverly, so you were in the house a lot of the time with them, despite wanting to escape almost every minute of everyday. There was never silence in that house, and you never had fun there. It was a living hell. It was your living hell.

“I really don’t want to go home..” You whispered, a tear sliding out of your eye. “Hey, I know you don’t really feel comfortable around the boys, but why don’t you come to the Quarry with us tomorrow?” Bev asked, placing a hand on your shoulder, her tone pleading. She knew how hard it was for you to walk back into your house everyday.

“For once, would it be okay if I said yes? I don’t want to intrude on your club meeting, but.. I left pretty early in, and it was already bad. I have a feeling I don’t want to be there tomorrow.” You said, sheepishly wiping away the few tears that ran down your cheeks. “Of course it’s not a problem, Y/N. All the boys think you’re great, even if you think they don’t want you there.” Bev reassured, pausing before sending a suggestive look your way. “What…?” You asked, tentatively.

“You know.. Bill’s gonna be there.” She said, winking at you. You turned bright red, groaning. You’d made the mistake to tell Beverly about your crush on one of her best friends; Bill Denbrough. You loved Bev, she was more family to you than both your parents combined, but wow she needed to relax on trying to get you and Bill together She ‘ships’ it, and won’t leave you alone about it. “Let’s just go to bed.” You said, rolling your eyes, and climbing into bed, Bev following suit.

The next morning, you both awoke early, quickly getting dressed and leaving as soon as physically possible. Though Mr. Marsh was nice enough to you, he wasn’t exactly someone you wanted to be around for a long period of time. Not to mention how uncomfortable Beverly was around him. Climbing on your bike, you smiled as you began to bike. As you approached the quarry, the feeling you weren’t wanted consumed you again. “Are you sure they won’t mind me being there, Bev?” You asked, nervously.

“Oh please, Y/N. Even if they did, Bill would probably beat the shit out of them because he’s in love with you.” She said, nonchalantly. Your cheeks flushed, and you were happy you were biking in front of her, as she couldn’t see how red your face had turned by the mere mention of him. Arriving at the Quarry, you saw all the boys standing with their backs to you, in their underwear.

Bev immediately stripped, and you followed her lead, shyly. You weren’t ashamed of your body, but you weren’t exactly the most social person ever, and you hardly talked to the losers. Meeting them for the first time, officially, while you’re almost naked? Not exactly your favorite plan. “Hey, losers!” Bev called, moving the attention onto the two of you.

You saw Bill’s face flush as his eyes fell on you with little clothing on, but before anything could be said, Beverly grabbed your hand, pulling you with her, and running straight off the cliff. “WHAT THE FUCK?” Someone, who you assumed (from what Beverly told you), was Richie ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier. You landed in the water with a loud splash, the water refreshing after biking in the blazing heat.

“Coming, sissies?” Bev called, and reluctantly, the boys jumped in, one by one. Bill immediately swam over to you, his nervousness practically radiating off of him. “H-H-Hi Y/N.” Bill stuttered. “Hi, Bill.” you said, shyly. “W-W-Want t-t-to b-be my p-partner?” He asked, and you furrowed your brows, confused. “For what?”

Water wrestling. That’s what. You two won, knocking Richie off almost instantly. You two beat the entire group; and the others wore smirks as you and Bill, the last of the group, swam in. “What are those looks for?” You asked, confused. Bill was shaking his head behind you, glaring at the others. “Billie’s got a cru-ush!” Richie shouted, running behind Ben, who threw his arms up in surrender. “S-S-Sh-shut up-p, R-Richie.” Bill stuttered, flustered.

A wave of confidence washed over you, and praying Bev wasn’t lying to you, you took a chance, spinning around and grabbing Bill’s neck, pulling him down and smashing your lips onto his. “FINALLY!” Richie screamed. It didn’t take long for Bill to wrap his arms around you, kissing you back. A wave of cheers followed from the rest of the losers. “I told you he liked you, Y/N!” Bev cheered, and you could hear the others agreeing. You pulled away, smiling as you saw Bill’s flushed cheeks. “I like you, Y/N.” Bill whispered, breathless. “I’d hope so.” You chuckled, turning back to the group, Bill’s hand clamped tightly in yours. “Hey Bev, you’re right for once in your life!” You teased.

Bev smiled, proudly, and the others snickered. It took a moment for Beverly to fully understand what you’d said. “HEY!”

I Thought You Were Smarter Than This

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Word Count: 677

Warnings: lots of angst, you’re on Team Cap (?)

Summary: You’re mad at Peter

Notes: This takes place during Civil War and it’s based on my only problem with the lovely Peter Parker. Some parts of this might not 100% line up with the movie but I tried.

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The Premiere (Part 1/2)

*look at my man* 

Word Count : 1.42K words

Pairing : Harry Styles X Reader


I am so excited for tonight, it was Harry, my best friend’s first movie’s first premiere. I am currently in a car with Anne and Gemma on our way to the red carpet.

“I’m so happy dear that you made it ! Harry will be ecstatic.” Anne gushed.

“Ofcourse Anne, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, he’s my bestest friend after all.”  I said smiling widely.

“He’s just texted me and said he’s a bit sad you wouldn’t make it there.” Gemma winked at me.

“You didn’t tell him?” Anne asked curiously.

“Nope, wanted to surprise him.” I said before joining to giggle with them.

It’s been months since I last saw him, he’ll be very surprised.

Harry’s POV

I was tucking at my hair constantly, I am THAT nervous.

“H, stop it, you’re ruining the hairstyle.” Lou shook her head.

“Sorry, I am just so nervous, what if I trip over what if I stammer during interview, what if-” 

“Stop it mate, you’ll be just fine.” Fionn assured me.

I gave him a small smile. 

Fionn Whitehead. One of my cast mates for the film, I bonded with him quickly and we became very good friends during our shooting session.

“Aren’t you nervous, mate?” I slightly chuckled at him. It was his first film too.

“Oh trust me I am, but I’m trying to contain the nervousness. Perks of being an actor eh?” He winked.

I just laughed. I checked my phone, the groupchat with the boys were filled with them wishing me good luck and being sorry they couldn’t make it there. I became sad a bit, but they promised we will have a celebratory dinner soon in a few weeks, so they’re forgiven. 

I quickly replied them back and opened my chat box with Y/N. She won’t be able to attend as well, she said to me last night. I sighed and locked my phone. I wish she was here with me. 

*few hours later* 


“Okay we’re here.” The driver said informed as we reached the venue.

The crowd was amazing, I saw few casts talking with interviewers, few of them taking pictures with fans. There were clicking sounds of camera, overall it was a beautiful scenario. 

I was trying to spot Harry, maybe he didn’t arrive yet.

“He’s just texted me saying he’ll be here in 20 minutes.” Gemma said to me.

I nodded and began walking with them.

“Y/N !! Is that you?” I heard Fionn calling me.

“Fionn !! How are you? Been ages !” I smiled widely at him and hugged him.

“Yeah it’s been awhile, you look stunning.” He said flashing me a smile.

“Why thank you, you look good as well.” I replied smiling.

“Anne !! Gem !! It’s so good to see you guys again.” He said hugging them both.

“Oh dear, how are you? You look so handsome.” Anne said hugging Fionn back.

“Thank you, let’s go over there, it’s less noisy there.” Fionn said pointing towards a less crowded area.

We all agreed and walked with him.

The cheering of the crowd increased and that’s when I saw him. He had a big smile on his face, as he began waving towards the fans and looked really handsome.

Yeah I’m in love with my bestfriend but didn’t say anything yet because I was afraid it’ll ruin our friendship. Cliché, I know.

He didn’t notice us yet, he was held by interviewers and he confidently answered them, he was all smiley and it made me so happy to see him this happy. 

He finally spotted us, when his eyes met mine he was shocked and completely surprised. I stuck my tongue out at him, he chuckled and began quickly coming towards us.

“You guys made it.” He said hugging us three all at once, then hugging his mom again properly and giving her a kiss on her cheek.

“You said you weren’t coming?” He asked me smiling so wide I was sure it must hurt.

“Surprise H !!” I said chuckling. 

“Best surprise ever.” He said hugging me again.

“Harry, we need to go, there’s a ton load of interview to finish, let’s make it quick.” Fionn said.

“Yeah, okay, bye ladies, see you in a bit.” He said before following Fionn.

The movie was incredible, everyone involved did an amazing job. I was so proud of all of them, especially my bestfriend.

“H, I’m so proud of you.” I said after the movie was over.

“Thank you.” He said smiling.

It was time to go to the after party, Anne and Gem wanted to call it a night and head towards Harry’s home.

I stayed back.

The party was huge and cheerful. 

“You alright?” Harry asked me.

“I’m good.” I nodded.

“You stay here, I will bring drinks for us okay?” Harry said to me before placing a kiss on my forehead, and then left.

I was scrolling through my phone and suddenly someone tapped on my shoulder.

“Fionn, you scared me!” I said chuckling.

“Sorry, why are you here all alone? Come with me, let’s have a drink.” He said.

“I’m waiting for H, actually, he’s bringing drinks for both of us.” I said smiling.

“Ah I see, so have you told him yet?” He asked.

:Told him what?” I replied back confusedly.

“Oh c’mon Y/N, you think I don’t know you like him? More than friends?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“He likes you too, you both are so obvious.” He said chuckling.

“He doesn’t, if he did he would’ve asked me out already.” I mumbled.

“He’s scared to ask you, he told me he has a crush on you, a long time ago.” He winked.

“What? Really?” I asked, shocked.

“It’s surprising you haven’t figured it out yet.” He said rolling his eyes playfully.

“Oh wow.” 

“Yeah, wow. He’s only told me but everyone in the set figured out and teased him a lot. Lad’s got a tough time.” He said laughing at the memory.

We joked around for a bit, then talked about which scene he enjoyed acting most.

After few more minutes Harry came back. He looked a bit off mood.

“Hey Harry, you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, yeah I-I’m fine.” He forced a smile.

“You guys I gotta go, talk to you later.” Fionn said leaving us both.

“Harry, you seem.. a bit down, are you feeling sick?” I asked concerned.

“I’m fine, Y/N.” He snapped at me.

“Okay, okay calm down.” I said. Then Tom approached us. We began talking with him and soon Harry left to get a refill.

I began talking with Lou, we’ve got lot of catching up to do. I was having a great time. But I realised something, Harry wasn’t enjoying at all, he kept a straight face and was so far away from me. Throughout the whole night, Harry kept ignoring me, talking with anyone but me.  

It was soon time to leave, only then Harry came towards me to inform we’re leaving.

We were walking towards his car, thankfully no fans or paparazzi were on sight.

He began to drive the car. The car was filled with awkward tension.

“Harry, what happened? Are you upset with me?” I asked, tears beginning to form in my eyes.

“I-I just,” He started but shook his head.

“What? You can tell me anything Harry, you know that.” I said gently.

He looked towards me with sad eyes and asked me, “do you like Fionn?”

“Wait, what?” I asked shocked.

“You heard me, are you in love with Fionn?” He said coldly.

“Whoa, Harry what the hell are you saying?” I shut him up.

“Oh I don’t I go to bar to get us drinks and come back seeing you flirting with Fionn. He was making you laugh so hard, why do you love him?” He ranted.

“What the hell Harry? We are just friends, and you have no right to talk with me with that tone.” I said slightly raising my voice.

“Just friends, sure.” He scoffed bitterly.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

“Admit it you like him.” 


He stopped the car.

“What..wha-” he began.

“How dare you speak with me like that?” I snapped at him.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I though-” He began but I was already making my way out of his car and began walking.

“Y/N, WAIT, PLEASE WAIT.” He called after me.

I ignored him and started walking. 

A/N: ohh cliff hanger, will post part 2 on Sunday!

6 stages of becoming a Sugar Baby

Every sugar baby’s journey through the bowl is different; however there are a few stages to becoming a sugar baby that nearly everyone will experience. I’ve outlined some of these below:

 1) Researcher baby

You’ve read a book, seen a documentary and reblogged more ‘how to’ guides and tumblr tips than you can count. You feel inspired and have an insatiable appetite for learning about this new found lifestyle.

The thing is no matter how much research you do, it will never be enough. Each person you meet will be different and will come to the table with a unique set of requirements and expectations for their arrangement.

Sooner or later you’re going to have to take the plunge; go slow, be safe and be prepared to learn the hard way.

2) Naïve baby

The naïve optimist has done some research and made the decision to dive into the dolce head first. They have set up a profile on a site like Seeking Arrangement and feel overwhelmed by the amount of responses they get.

Their zealous enthusiasm to get started often means they sell themselves short and accept low ball offers. Common utterances from the naïve optimist include; “£100 for a night of sex? – Count me in!” and “£1000 to meet ten times a month? – OMG, sounds great!”

It won’t take long until these people become disillusioned by the bowl and adopt a more practical approach.

3) There’s more to this than sex baby?

At some point every sugar will realise there’s a lot more to the lifestyle than simply spreading your legs and moaning a bit.

The main difference between escorting and sugaring is that escorting is primarily sex based whereas sugaring involves the entire relationship experience for the time you spend together.

These men want to feel loved, desired and cared for. You’re there for his convenience, his ultimate fantasy girlfriend; a confidant, companion, masseuse, chef, therapist, stylist, secretary and of course lover; he doesn’t want PMT and a gluten intolerance!

This can come as a bit of a shock to the system and is made immeasurably harder if you don’t genuinely enjoy spending time with your daddy.

4) Burn out baby

The lifestyle is stressful! Don’t believe me? Think about it; there’s the duplicity and lies you’re telling people, constantly maintaining and cultivating your sugar persona and minimising any hint of reality, making time to balance your sugar commitments as well as your everyday life, not to mention dealing with all the flakes, fakes and time wasters that continually crop up.

There’s no such thing as an ‘off’ day, you’ve got to forget your stresses and focus on your daddy and making him feel like a King; this can be exceptionally draining if you’ve got other things on your mind.

There will come a point where it gets too much and you’ll burnt out. You’ll walk away from the bowl and vow you’ll never come back. I’ve done it, and all the other sugar babes I know have reached that point too; most of us have returned but not everyone…

5) The real deal baby

You’ve found an arrangement that works for you, life is sweet!

6) Nothing lasts forever baby

Sadly, nothing lasts forever, even the sweetest arrangements will end eventually. You’ll be left to decide whether you can face going through it all over again…

Before It’s Too Late (part 1)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: none…. yet.

A/N: I have a thing for friends turn to lovers so here’s another one :) Hope ya like. Also I got my first piece of hate guys!! Does that make me legit now? Do all the cool, awesome writers get hate??

“You doin’ okay?” Bucky questioned as he sat down on your bed, a bag of Cheetos in his hands.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m fine.” you nod, looking over your shoulder before looking back at the paper in front of you. With your head in your hands and your elbows resting on your desk, you sigh.

“Your brain is gonna pop if you continue to think hard like that.” the brunette spoke before munching on a Cheeto.

“I really have to get this done, Buck.” you let out another deep sigh while turning around to face him.

Bucky Barnes. The man you have been in love with since your junior year of high school and now that you’re a junior in college, that makes it about 5 years. 5 years. You had met him your freshman year of high school when you had a panic attack upon entering the high school campus, being overwhelmed by the new scenery and older kids - that you didn’t know - that were attending as well. He came up to you, calming you down and reassuring you that high school was going to be fine. It helped and the two of you found out that you had first period together. You’ve been inseparable since.

“Get what done?” he reclined back, shoes kicked off as he got comfortable.

“My creative writing professor wants us all to write a two to three paged paper on the time we felt the most pain in our lives. She wants us to really dig deep into it, put a lot of feeling in it but I’m blank. I can’t think of anything.” you explain while running your fingers through your messy hair.

“How much time do you have to write it?” Bucky questioned.

“Two days. She said she was giving us extra time so we wouldn’t feel rushed. She really wants us to get in depth about it.” you respond.

Bucky closes the bag of Cheetos and sits on the edge of your bed. “The most pain you’ve felt in your life… hmm..”

He looked up into the corner of your room as he tapped his chin. After a few seconds, you sigh. “I’ll just write about the time I fell off my roof and how my thigh got impaled by that broken glass.”

Bucky winced. “I remember that day. I tried grabbing you, ya know.”

“You didn’t even notice that I fell until I screamed.” you roll your eyes.

“I was trying to get your damn Christmas lights up, woman.” you chuckle, shaking your head as you tap your pen on the desk. “But you survived and you’ve got a killer scar too.”

“Shut up, you’re annoying.”

He smiles, flashing you his pearly whites and you turn around, back to your paper.

“Just write about that, I’m sure you’ll do great. You’re an amazing writer.” he spoke from behind you. Thank god your back was to him or else he would’ve seen you blush.

“Alright, alright. Stop being so nice, it’s gross.”

The two days were up and you turned in your paper before walking to your car with Clint who was also in your creative writing class.

“How do you think you did?” he asked, pulling a juice box out of his backpack.

“Uh… decent. I guess.” you shrug.

Clint turned his head to you and quirked an eyebrow. “Just decent?”

“Well it wasn’t my best work but I couldn’t think of anything else to write.” you tell him.

“What did you write about?”

“The time I fell off my roof and had my thigh impaled by broken glass.”

Clint rolled his eyes. “That was six years ago, Y/N. Stop bringing it up.”

“I had to go to the hospital!”

“You sound just like Vince Vaughn’s character from Couples Retreat when he keeps bringing up the fact that he got bit by shark when really, he cut himself while climbing up the latter to get on the boat.” he says, sipping from the juice box.

“But I got seriously injured. I had to go to the hospital so that they could get the shard of glass out of my thigh because it was way in there.”

“Whatever, Dave.” Clint calls you the name of the character and you burst out laughing.

Once it dies down, you look over at Clint. “I know my truth.” you say, causing Clint to laugh. “Alright, back to a serious note. What did you write about?”

“I wrote about the time my dog died.”

“What do- Scruffy?”


“But you hated Scruffy.”

Clint let out a dramatic sigh as his left arm flopped to his side. “Yeah but he used to eat all my broccoli and now when I visit my parents I have to eat them.”

You chuckle. “You’re such a child.”

Before he could respond, you heard a deep voice shout your name, causing you to stop walking and turn around. Bucky ran over to you, cutting across the green grass as he held the straps of his backpack. He stopped in front of you, bent over and breathing heavily.

“What’s up, Naruto?” Clint smiled, causing the brunette to glare up at him.

Bucky stood up and pushed his hair away from his face. “I need your help.”


“I have a date with a girl from my history of art class.” he smiled.

That was another thing. Whenever he had dates, you would help him get ready for it. It sucked, yeah but he never went on a second date with any of them. “She was insane,” he’d say, or, “she was already talking about marriage!”

Something was always wrong with the girls he went out on dates with which gave you hope. Maybe you had a chance? If you ever got the courage to confront him about your feelings.

Pfft, yeah right.

“Okay.” you nod.

“I’m telling ya, she’s the one.”

You scoff. “That’s what you say about all of them.”

“I know, I know but I have a good feeling about her. I can feel it in my bladder.” he replied and Clint laughed.

“Are you sure you just don’t have to go to the bathroom?”

Bucky gives him a harsh look. “Don’t you have go complain about how you don’t have a girlfriend, Barton?”

“Ooo, look at me like that again. I think I just got aroused.” Clint shimmied and Bucky playfully rolled his eyes before laughing.

“Alright, meet me at the apartment.” you say, digging your keys out of your pocket.

“Can you just take me? I rode my skateboard to campus today.” he turns around to show you his skateboard which was hanging out of his backpack.

You smile. “Sure, Bucky. Hop in.” he smiles back at you before shrugging his backpack off. You turn to Clint. “I’ll see you later.”

Clint leans in close, whispering; “You still haven’t told him that you’re in love with him?”

You pull away and slap his arm. “Clint! Shh!”

“Ow!” he rubs the spot. “Sorry, Nat told me you were gonna tell him soon!”

“Tell who, what soon?” Bucky asked from behind you, causing you to jump.

“Y/N was gonna tell Sam that he should stop wearing socks with sandals on dates because it’s unappealing.” Clint responds smoothly and you silently thank him.

Bucky chuckles. “Ew, I know right? I always tell him to put sneakers on or somethin’ but he never listens.”

Clint smiles, pursing his lips as he rocked back and forth on his feet. “Well I’m gonna go, Vision said he rearranged our snack cabinet and threw out old ones so now I need to see if he threw away my Twinkies.”

You nod, both you and Bucky saying goodbye before hopping in your car and driving off.

You pull up to your apartment building and park before getting out. You lived with Wanda and Nat both whom you met your freshman year of high school. Natasha punched a guy in the face for making fun of the dress you had worn to school and Wanda made you laugh when you came into class crying. You all have been so close since.

Bucky also lived in the same apartment building as the three of you. He lived with Steve and Sam. You also met them your freshman year. Bucky introduced you to them. Steve had been his childhood friend and he met Sam through Steve. Come to think of it, you met your other friends, Peggy, Tony, Clint, Bruce and Vision your freshman year too. All of you were such a tight bunch, like family.

You, Wanda and Nat decided to move into the apartment building right off campus in the beginning of your junior year and once you told Bucky about it, he convinced Steve and Sam to move into the apartment building with him. “I want to be close to you,” was his reason. Bucky was a clingy person.

They lived just down the hall from the three of you. There was a lot of apartments to fill considering most of the people who lived there were seniors and had graduated.

Peggy lived in the dorms with her two roommates Cynthia and Pepper. Tony lived in the dorms as well with Bruce and Clint bunked with Vision. They all wanted the college experience, living in dorms and all but both Tony and Bruce were thinking about moving into an apartment due to all the shit they own.

You get to the door and look over at Bucky. “Open it.”

“You have a key.”

“I don’t wanna get it out.”

“Well, neither do I.”

You almost buzzed your apartment before remembering that Natasha was with Bruce and Wanda was at softball practice. Your finger circles before landing on Bucky’s apartment number, buzzing it.

“Who is it?” Sam voice comes out of the speaker in a sing-song tune.

“Y/N, open up.”

“Why yes, of course.” There’s a buzzing sound and you pull the door open, the both of you walking in.

You ride the elevator up to your floor and walk into Bucky’s apartment, being greeted by Steve and Sam. “Hey Y/N.”

“Hey guys,” you smile. “What’s crack-a-lackin’?”

Sam shrugs. “Nothing much. All I did was score a date with Cynthia!”

You rush up to him and take him by the shoulders. “You’re joking right?! Are you serious? Please tell me you’re being serious.”

Sam laughs. “I’m being serious.”

You thrust your fist in the air. “Finally!” you bream. “Now I can finally come here without hearing you talk on and on about how you’re gonna ask her out.”


“Alright, that’s enough.” Bucky pulls you to him. “Leave her alone, she’s helping me get ready for a date.”

“Who’s the unlucky girl?” Sam questioned and Bucky shot him a look before relaxing.

“Kristen, from my history of art class.” he responds.

“No way! The girl you’ve introduced us to?” Steve exclaimed and Bucky nods with a smile playing at his lips.

“Hey! How come you’ve never introduced me to her?” you turn to Bucky.

“Wanted to make sure she was good enough to bring home to you. Wouldn’t want my best girl to meet some asshole now would I?” he grinned, draping his arm over your shoulders.

“But I met you.”

His smile drops as Sam and Steve burst out laughing. Bucky pouts and moves away from you. “When you’re done being a meanie, I’ll be in my room waiting.”

He turns and walks into his room, shutting his door behind him. You turn to Steve and Sam as their laughter dies down and Steve gives you a sad look.

“You okay?”

“Why would she be okay? The love of her life is going on a date with someone.” Sam responds in a whisper.

“ ‘The love of my life’? That’s a bit of a stretch, don’t ya think?” you scoff.

“You love him, don’t you?”

“Yeah but-”

“Then I rest my case.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “I’m gonna go. Peace out losers.” you say, throwing up the peace sign as you made your way to Bucky’s room.

A/N: I got some issuessssssss. So here’s the first part, I hope ya like. Tell me what ya think and if there’s any mistakes I’ll fix it when I wake up :)


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So this is a total au bughead story, but I hope you guys like it none the less.

She was lost all the time, she didn’t know where she was going or where she would end up.

Her parents had passed away when she was eleven years old, it had been for the best, they were horrible people. Abusive, Angry , bitter human beings, their death was a welcome escape for Betty.

Being tossed around foster home , to foster home wasn’t any better, but eventually when she turned thirteen, she saw a chance and she took it.

The family she was staying with were crackheads, they used the money they got for fostering children to feed their addiction, one day she slipped out the front door and never looked back.

The adventures she went on were incomparable. She’d seen so much in her young life, she was aged beyond her years.

Being small had always been a gift. She could sneak into small places, if she wanted to board an airplane, she would just pretend to be part of some rich , snotty family and walk right onto the plane. Finding a place to stay was never really a problem either, she was very good at hiding, until the lights went out and the doors locked.

But, she wasn’t so small anymore, sixteen had really taken its toll on her and sneaking in with a family wasn’t an option. She couldn’t hide under booths at restaurants and she most definitely couldn’t fit behind shelves at malls.

So that’s what brought her here.

“Riverdale, the town with pep.”

She laughed out loud at the silly sign, in the middle of the road, adjusting her backpack on her shoulder.

She was looking for a small town, one with no breaking news stories or pimps trying to steal her and sell her on the streets.

Riverdale seemed like the perfect place.

She had a bit of money saved up from the odd jobs she had taken in New York, but apparently this town didn’t have a hotel or even a bed and breakfast. But, she read they had trailers for sale. She wouldn’t mind shacking up in a trailer home for a while.

She needed a job, and fast.

Walking the streets, she spotted dress shops and bakeries, offices and flower shops. When finally she stood directly in front of the one place she knew she could work.

Pops diner.

Betty had been a waitress, more times than you can count. It was an easy job and if she could make an extra few bucks in tips, she would be golden.

Walking in, her backpack heavy on her back, she spotted the older man, a silly hat on his head and a rag in his hand. That must be pops.

She walked over to him slowly, he was really into his cleaning and she didn’t want to scare him.

“Excuse me, sir?” She said softly

Pops whipped around, apparently she wasn’t quiet enough.

“Oh! Girl you scared me! Shouldn’t you be at school! Ain’t never seen a young'n your age here at this time.”

She smiled, her dimples popping out at his surprise.

“No sir, I don’t go to school, I’m actually here to ask you for a job.”

The older man looked at her quizzically

“How did you know my only lunchtime server just quit on me yesterday?”

Her smile grew even wider

“I have lots of experience, I can give you all of my old bosses numbers, I know how to handle a table and I’m great at cleaning up.”

Pops laughed placing his hand over hers.

“You don’t have to tell me twice, you’re like some kind of angel in disguise, come on then darlin’ let’s go see if Amy’s old uniform, will fit ya. Although I’ve gotta say, we might need to fatten you up a little, you’re far too skinny.”

Walking out of pops , her new yellow uniform dress in hand, she felt lighter than she had all week.

Pop had agreed to let her work every morning and afternoon except the weekends, and if he needed her at night time she was always available.

The pay was decent and she knew she could afford a trailer home in no time.

Suddenly the streets were crowded, school had just let out and kids with their backpacks and heavy text books were rushing past her.

She missed school.

She had always loved it, and she was damn good at it, every year she would come home with a bumper sticker proudly stating “my child is an honor roll student.” The bumper sticker always ended in the trash, side by side with her report cards.

Her parents had taken her out of school when she was nine, they couldn’t afford the private school anymore and they didn’t want to risk anyone finding out their daughter went to public, so they just pulled her out.

Suddenly she was on the ground, her face nearly hitting concrete, before a hand reached out to stop it.

That’s what she gets for daydreaming.

“Shit I’m sorry, here let me help you up.”

She looked up at the voice only to come face to face with the brightest pair of blue eyes she’d ever seen , That and the weirdest hat she’d ever seen on top of a mess of black waves.

He seemed taken aback by her as well because he dropped his hand and tilted his head

She brushed her pants off and heaved herself off the ground.

“My fault, I wasn’t paying attention” she picked up Her uniform and smiled “Betty Cooper” she stuck her hand out, he was still just staring at her and she had to stifle a giggle.

Suddenly another voice entered her ears

“Jesus jughead, pick your mouth up off the ground, you just nearly knocked this girl out, the least you can say is your name.”

Suddenly her outstretched hand was being shaken by the most beautiful girl she’d ever seen, she was put together , from her jet black hair to her shiny white pearls.

“Veronica lodge, I’m sorry about my speechless friend here, he’s a little” she fake whisper “socially inept.”

Betty giggled pulling her hand back,

“That’s okay, we did just head butt each other, I’m sure neither of us are thinking straight.”

She glanced over at the blushing boy who shrugged apologetically, finally moving his gaze from her.

Suddenly she was surrounded.

A perfectly coiffed teenage boy had his fingers on her ripped Ramones t shirt and was fiddling with the hole on the bottom of it

“This is so cute, so vintage, Obsessed. I’m Kevin by the way.”

She smiled at hisvsilly antics

“Dude get your hands off her, she’s not a doll.” A charmingly cute redhead scratched the back of his neck smiling shyly “ I’m Archie Andrews it’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too Archie.” She said sweetly, causing the redhead to blush.

Suddenly another redhead was directly in her face

“We saved the best introduction for last, I’m Cheryl blossom. Pretty much queen bee of Riverdale high,” she glanced down at Betty raising an eyebrow. “Your look is… interesting, I’ve been trying to get into the grunge look, but I doubt I would be able to pull it of like you do.”

Betty blushed before shaking Cheryl’s hand

“Thankyou, it’s nice to meet all of you.”

Veronica smiled,

“Why don’t you come with us to pops, I know how sucky it can be to be the new girl. I promise it’ll be fun.” She said wiggling her eyebrows

Betty laughed

“Thank you guys so much for the offer, but there’s a few things I have to do, raincheck?”

Veronica nodded happily handing her phone number as everyone else followed.

Betty thanked the lord she had purchased herself a cell phone right before she left her last home.

As everyone walked away, with promises to text each other that night, jughead lingered behind

“Jughead jones, that’s my name, sorry I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself” he mumbled kicking a rock with his combat boot.

She laughed

“Im suprised anyone gets a chance to talk with that group, you said your name was jughead? I’ve gotta say i always thought Betty was bad.”

Jughead looked up smiling, his eyes locking with Betty’s

“It’s a nickname, would you believe me if I told you my real name is worse?”

She playfully narrowed her eyes

“Try me.”

He leaned super close to her, and whispered in her ear

“Forsythe Pendleton jones….. the third.”

Betty couldn’t help the giggles that escaped, she placed her hand over her mouth trying to mask her laughter.

Jughead stared at her smiling, his eyes sparkling.

Betty finally calmed down enough to speak

“It’s … it’s not so bad.”

Jughead let out a full belly laugh

Suddenly Archie called for him

“Yo! Jug we gotta go, milkshakes don’t wait for anyone.”

Betty smiled

“I’ll see you around, Jughead”

He smiled at her as she turned to walk away

“See ya, bets.”

Turning around to smile at the nickname, she found he was already half way down the street.

Maybe this place wouldn’t be so bad.

Now she just had to find a place to sleep.

The Home

Originally posted by clutterbucky

Request:  can you do a platonic avengers fic where the reader is 15 and she gets put into care but she doesn’t let the other avengers find out (she’s never lived w the avengers) but when peter visits the orphanage (with his school for like work experience/charity work or something like that) he finds her and then idk what could happen next u decide lmao thank you!!

Pairing: Tony x Dad!reader, Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 2,596

Genre: fluff

Notes: the reader has powers very similar to kitty pride! This morphed into a Tony fic without me actually realizing it? Anyways I hope you like it:)

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for dinner kid?” Tony asks as you both stand next to the front doors of the stark towers.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Thanks for the offer though!” You say feigning cheerfulness. Tony ruffles your hair one more time and says goodbye, before leaving you in the lobby by yourself.

You exit the building and get fully around the block before letting you happy facade drop. Suddenly the weight of the world was back onto your shoulders and you sluggishly made your way to the place you have called home for the last two months. Your parents were never the greatest people, your father was addicted to gambling and your mother found her happy ending at the bottom of a bottle, leaving you in an unhealthy and unstable environment. You found your silver lining in the Avengers Initiative, you had been dropped on their radar when you saved a little girl from getting hit by a bus almost a year ago now. The buses brakes went out and it had no way of stopping. Without thinking you ran to her and pulled her to you tightly as to lessen the blow on her but you somehow phase through the blow and the bus runs through the both of you without causing any injuries. Obviously there was people who recorded it without actually helping and the video went viral.

Within a week of the video being released, you came home to a Mr. Tony Stark sitting on your ragged couch. Thankfully your mother wasn’t home yet from her latest bender and and Stark were making polite conversation. That night he offered you a spot in the program and you accepted quickly before your father had time to ask any questions and you were soon swooped into the world of the avengers. You had the best team you could ever dream of, you thought joining the team would be an intimidating and scary thing but they were so accepting of you. You spent most of your time in the labs with Tony and Bruce as they studied your mutation but you spent your free time in the gym with Steve and Nat, sometime Sam and Bucky would stop by and you’d hang with them as well. You would go to school and go directly to the tower afterwards and stay as long as you possibly could before heading home, but that was before the accident.

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“Lance, 3:00,” Shiro barked. The sharpshooter turned his head so that he could see the armed Galra soldier around his migraine aura. 

The team knew that they were working around a gaping hole in his vision. That had become apparent when Lance had tripped over a freaking chair, of all things, and given away their stealth advantage. 

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I wonder if you felt it too, the need for more. I wonder if you tasted the words I couldn’t say. See, I wanted to tell you that this didn’t feel right, that not having your hand to hold didn’t feel right, that not being the one you wanted to see smile didn’t feel right, that not being the one to make you smile didn’t feel right, that us not being ‘us’ didn’t feel right. I wanted to say that, but instead, I found myself kissing you and walking away without much more than a goodbye. If only you knew just how hard that word was to say. If only you knew all of the questions I had to swallow to say before I could say it. To me, our story doesn’t feel finished, but I doubt you feel the same.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh,  Finished. / Request: Having an ex that you still love and after you kissed months after your break up, it feels like there’s something left unsaid, like it isn’t really over, at least not for you.
The Temp

Letha has been Idol Im Jaebum’s temporary makeup artist for the past two years and after years of him toying with her, things finally reach a breaking point between them.

Originally posted by saranghaeyojw

[song inspiration: Ed Sheeran - Shape of you]

info: Jaebum x oc
genre: smut, oral, fingering, dirty talk, light choking, slight dom!
word count: 5.1k

For two years, two insanely long years I have been Idol, Im Jaebum’s “temporary” makeup artist. Two years of endless awful pick up lines, suggestive comments, devious looks, “harmless” touches and just straight up eye-fucking me. Part of me honestly thinks I’m still around because he doesn’t want another artist anymore. I mean, who would let him get away with those things, if not me? Probably no one.

I was older than him by a few years and was technically his elder, even though my culture didn’t do honorifics. I respected it and always used it with people older than I, unless directed otherwise. I gave all the boys the choice of using it if they chose to and they all always referred to me as Letha noona or simply noona. But not Jaebum, he never did if he couldn’t help it. I was either Princess, Kitten, Leth or on rare occasions, Letha. Of course, he only used Kitten or Princess in whispers, when no one was listening or we were alone.

He was good looking and charming, there was no denying that. I had a hard time not getting beat red when he’d use one of his nicknames on me or shamelessly teased me. And he obviously knew that it affected me or he wouldn’t continue to do it.

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My hero- A Jasper Hale Imagine

A/N: I hope you don’t mind but instead of a oneshot I turned it into an imagine with (Y/N) instead of Bella’s name. I took five requests in hopes for a longer more detailed imagine. Thank you all so much for your patience, I know you are all going to really like this. 

Originally posted by cute-guysxx

Request #1: Jasper x Bella oneshot, Bella meets Jasper as a kid post in the park and he helps her get home over the years he appears in her life comforting her and being nice , she thinks he’s an imaginary friend . She moves to forks Washington and sees him in school and she thinks she’s going crazy . But when she’s almost hit by Tyler’s truck he saves her and she realizes he’s real and it’s basically the first chapter of twilight rewritten with Jasper. Please

Request #2: Ok so I’m 15 and I still sometimes get really paranoid abt things being under my bed or something (ok it’s super embarrassing) but could u do an imagine abt like jasper coming to put his human mate to sleep and finding her really scared Bc she thinks there is a monster under her bed and then he checks and comforts her and tells her stories of his past life until she falls asleep? Thanks. Love ur blog g😍

Request #3: I’m so happy you’re still active. Do you still take requests? If so, could you write one where jasper saves the reader from a group of men? Kind of like when Bella was about to be attached in the second book. Maybe some angst, then some jasper fluff?

Request #4:Could you write a Jasper x reader imagine where it’s like super fluffy and sweet? I can’t seem to find a huge amount of love for my precious baby in the fandom and I need some! Please and thank you 😊

Request #5:Could you write something with jasper where he’s you’re mate, and you’re human, and he’s super protective over you, especially with men. 

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{ the act of empathy }

promptokay so could you do a poly!hamilsquad where like the reader came from a bad family and something happens one day that reminds them of it and the squad comforts them and they talk and it ends in fluff and stuff? you don’t have to if you don’t feel like it, it was just an idea

t/w: reader is a victim of emotional + some physical abuse, please read with caution. some hurtful insults. 

a/n: this was a little tricky to write. i hope this is what you meant when you said “bad family.” if not, just let me know and maybe i can write something else up.

if there are any other trigger warnings you think i need to add, please let me know! 

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For the first half of your life, you felt like you were trapped in a cage. You felt like a prisoner in your own home, a victim of an honorable thief. 

You weren’t familiar with the picture of the doting mother and father, willing to do whatever necessary for their child. You weren’t familiar with the idea of a mother who helped her child deal with their problems while being able to solve their own. You weren’t familiar with the promise of a mother who loved you no matter what you did.

Your mother didn’t always tell you that she loved you, but she did remember to tell you that she wished you were dead.

If you didn’t clean your room, she’d call you a failure. If you washed the dishes too slow, she’d insist that you’d never amount to anything good in this life. The smallest thing to you was the biggest infraction in her mind and if you told her how her words made you feel, she scoffed. 

“You’re too sensitive,” she would dismiss you coldly. “You know I don’t mean it.”

If you asked too many questions or even angered her in the slightest way, there was the underlying worry that she would hit you. This fear became a reality. She slapped you once. You remembered the night perfectly. You were sixteen years old and as you placed ice on your cheek, you realized that the physical pain didn’t hurt as much as the emotional pain.

She could apologize and kiss you the next day, but the dull pain was still there. The outline of her hand seemed to sink into your skin after she slapped you.

They say there’s nothing like a mother’s love, but if this was her idea of love, then you wanted nothing of it.

You moved out as soon as you could. You went to New York for college. Despite leaving your old life behind, her words rang constantly in your mind. She had shaped you into the person you were today and not for the better. 

When you first met your boys, you found yourself regressing to your old ways. For the longest time, you had trouble sleeping. For the longest time, you found yourself waking up into a constant state of fear. You remembered how many dates you canceled because you were on the brink of an anxiety attack.

Your boys were patient, but your mother still seemed to follow you to New York. 

Your boys had asked about your family. You never told them much. They learned not to ask too many questions. At the mention of your mother, you seemed to grow sad. Herc had noticed the faraway look in your eye when he first mentioned her and he made sure not to ask again.

Alex had noticed the confused look in your eye when he had first told you that you were beautiful. He figured it was just because you were surprised. He didn’t realize that was the first time you had been complimented since you left home. 

John and Laf noticed how you might get worried over small things. Laf remembered how once you freaked out because you hadn’t finished making dinner before he came home. John noticed if you were late, you’d apologize profusely until he reassured you that everything was alright. They were too focused on making sure you were okay in the moment to ask what you were really afraid of. 

You wished you weren’t this way, but your wishes weren’t always fulfilled. You just tried to appreciate the good days when they came. The days where you slept the whole night or the days where you didn’t hear the voice telling you how you were worthless were enough. Those quiet victories kept you going.

You woke up with that mindset. Today could be a good day if you let it play out in full. After all, you were in New York, far away from your mother, and safe with your boys.

You sat up in bed, looked at the time. It was a little past eight. You tossed your hair up into a bun and looked down at what you were wearing–an old sweatshirt from your college and a pair of shorts. You hummed as you headed to the kitchen. Your boys were up before you, scattered about your loft. You smiled at each of them, gave them a little wave, before going into the kitchen and making breakfast. 

“Did you buy eggs when you went out, Herc?” You called, pulling out the waffle iron from your cupboards. 

“Yep!” He called back. You rubbed your eyes once more, before opening the fridge. You pulled out the carton of milk, the container of eggs, and the waffle mix. “Did you find it, princess?”

“Yeah, thank you!” 

You boiled the water to make oatmeal and got a pot of coffee ready for Alex. Then, you pulled out a big bowl to put your ingredients in for your waffles. You cracked the eggs, poured in milk, measured your mix, and whisked it all together. You felt a little smile on your face once the mixture was smooth and the lumps were gone. You started to pour the batter into the hot waffle iron and patiently waited for it to cook.

“Morning, baby girl.” John hummed. He brushed some of the waffle mix off of your cheek, giving you a sweet little smile. Before you could ask why he did that, he kissed your cheek. “These for us?” He pointed to the waffles.

“Nope, it’s all for me.” You added another waffle to the top of your growing stack, slipping the golden waffle off of the spatula. You laughed a little. “Back off, Jack.” 

John chuckled, snuck his arms around your waist. “Will you at least save a couple for us?” 

“You can have the oatmeal. Why do you think I made some?“ You teased. When he pressed a few kisses to your neck, you felt your heart warm up a little. “You must really want some, huh?”

John’s kisses grew in number. “Want a little more than that.” 

You laughed a little. “Make up your mind. Me or the waffles.”

“You, every time.” 

You bit your lip a little, a soft tint of red filling your cheeks. You were flattered. Every time these boys complimented you or showed you how important you were to them, all you could do was smile. Accepting their compliments and love was hard at first, but it had grown a little easier with time.

“If you keep kissing me, I won’t be able to finish these. Some of us have to eat, you know.”

“I’ll kiss you later then.” 


“Of course.” John pulled away, giving you one last kiss on the lips before he left the kitchen. 

You added a few more waffles to your stack before walking with them to the table. Your boys helped you set the table once you announced you were all done. Kisses were exchanged between the five of you as you started to eat. Alex kissed the back of your hand with sticky lips, but you still smiled at the gesture. 

Mornings like these, you felt normal. Mornings like these, you felt happy. They were so rare and so sweet. You popped another piece of waffle into your mouth before staring ahead.

“Love?” Herc asked, giving you a look. You looked adorable–he couldn’t deny that–but that zoned out look in your eye had been there for so long. “You there?” 

You looked up at him with a start, your chin in the palm of your hand. “S-Sorry.” 

Laf patted your knee from where he sat beside you. “Thank you for the breakfast, mon cher.” 

You beamed, biting into another big piece of waffle. “Yeah. Of course.” 

“Why don’t I clean up?”

You nodded, thankfully. Laf kissed the top of your head before taking his plate and yours once you were both finished. John stacked up the other plates to make it easier for Laf when he came back from the kitchen. You figured you could take it yourself. You didn’t mind. You took the three other plates and grabbed a glass while you were at it. 

Unfortunately, you turned and backed up a little too quickly. You dropped the glass on accident, flinching at the crash it made. The glass scattered along the tile in the kitchen. You cursed under your breath, quickly set the plates down on the counter.

“I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me -” 

All the while, Laf was standing just in front of you. You started to pick up some of the larger pieces of glass, but you decided against it. When you looked up at Laf, he had his hand raised up slightly. Your eyes widened.

You suddenly felt sixteen again. You could feel your mother’s glare on you. You heard her invectives, heard the bitterness in her voice, heard her rant about all the pain you called her.

You tried to fight it. The scene felt too familiar. You remembered the hand that raised slightly with the intention to hit you. You remembered how your mother’s hand came crashing down across your face.

You tried to tell yourself, Laf wouldn’t do that. Laf wouldn’t hit you, but a louder voice told you that he would. 

You naturally recoiled, took a step back, and brought your hands to cover your face. 

Laf frowned at the sight of you. The other boys too looked confused as they watched your movements. 

Laf stepped around the broken glass, gently brought your hands down. You were shaking slightly. He bent down, trying to make eye contact with you, but you had your eyes shut tight. You hadn’t moved from where you stood. He heard you let out a quiet whimper and it broke his heart.

“My love?” Laf whispered. He swallowed. “I-I’m not going to hit you.” 

You looked up at him, a quiet voice telling you to be afraid. You took a tiny step back. Your hands were still connected, so sweetly intertwined, but you were still tense. You were still scared. Laf bit his lip. 

“I was just reaching for the broom.” He said softly. Your eyes followed to what he was referring to. You relaxed slightly. You just misunderstood what had happened. Laf’s not going to hit you. Laf’s not going to hit you.

You nodded slowly. You slipped your hands out of his. You didn’t realize you were crying until Laf asked Herc to get you some tissues. You felt the hot tears run down your face, rushed to wipe them away. You tried to pull yourself together. Your brain was already trying to think of a lie that would be enough for the boys to forget about what happened.

Herc approached you carefully and his voice brought you out of your thoughts. “(Y/N)?” 

You looked up at him, sniffling still. You warily took the tissue he offered you. You dabbed at your eyes before quietly saying, “Y-Yes?” 

“Can I ask you something?” He whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes were full of love and concern.

“Mm.” You said tightly and managed a tight nod. Herc took your hand, rubbed his thumb along the back of your hand.

“Did someone … hurt you?” He asked, a little unsure. “In the past, maybe?”

You looked around the room. Laf was holding the broom, but his eyes were on you. John and Alex exchanged nervous looks, but soon they looked at you in concern. You looked up at Herc nervously. He knew you well enough to know that meant yes. 

“What happened?”

You shifted a little uncomfortably. You could hear your mother’s words ring a little louder in your head.

“You’re too sensitive. I’ve done nothing but love you! H-How could you say that about me?!”

Herc watched you carefully. You had that far away look in your eye. 

“Don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. I’m sure it’s hard to talk about.”

He was right. It was hard to talk about, but you figured it needed to be said.

“My mom,” You began softly. “I guess, it’s, um, more emotional than physical abuse,“ You rubbed you hands together. “Well, it was. I haven’t seen her in … years.”

You bit your lip. “I know I should have told you sooner -” You felt your throat tighten and your eyes water again. “I just … d-didn’t know how you would take it? I guess? It’s hard to tell people about it because usually they don’t believe me. T-They look for scars or bruises and I don’t have any here -” You pointed to your skin. “But, they’re still there and it hurts just as much.”

You sniffed more until your vision was blurred with tears. The words got caught in your throat. You looked up at Herc once more. You opened your mouth and closed it. You tried to hold back a sob, but it still seemed to escape.

“Can I give you a hug, baby?” He asked you gently. 

You nodded, wrapped your arms around his torso. He wrapped his arms around you and you buried your face in his chest.

Laf’s hands were shaking slightly. John noticed. He nudged Alex to go over to him. Alex complied and crossed the room to see Laf.

They spoke quietly in French while Herc and John comforted you. 

She thinks I would hit her. I-I wouldn’t. I’d n-never hurt her.” 

“I know, Laf. Give her a minute. It’s not your fault.” Alex bit his lip. “You didn’t know. None of us did.” 

When Laf didn’t seem to believe him, Alex took his hand. He tried to think of what Laf needed to hear in this moment. The words found their way to him like always.

“We know you’d never hurt us.” Alex said as firmly as he could. He knew it to be true.

That seemed to bring Laf back.

“Are you okay now?” 

“I’m more worried about her.”

Alex helped him sweep the broken glass up. By the time it was cleaned up, Herc had moved you over to the couch. You were in Herc’s lap, holding onto him until John sat beside you. He took your hand. 

“Can you call Laf and Alex, please?” You whispered. John was quick to go and grab them.

You curled up closer to Herc, closed your eyes. The couch sunk a little from the weight of John when he came back beside you. John kissed the top of your head. When you opened your eyes, Laf and Alex were in front of you, sitting on the coffee table. Laf looked nervous. Alex looked to you. 

“A-Are you okay?” Alex asked you softly. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

You sniffed, nodded a little. “My mom wasn’t always very … nice to me. She was, um, really manipulative and hurtful and I just never liked being at home. She would humiliate me publicly and insult me, but then she’d insist she didn’t mean it.” You shifted. “Um,” You felt your eyes water again. “There was this one time …This one time she slapped me and -”

You bit your lip and shook your head. “I-I just knew she meant it then.”

Tears rushed down your cheeks and you shook in Herc’s embrace.

Each of your boys tensed–-Laf especially. 

“Is that why you got scared when I raised my hand?” He whispered. 

“A l-little, yeah.” You said weakly. “But not of you! J-Just of what you could do.” Your voice was soft, still small, but the boys understood. 

Laf knelt down in front of you. “You must know I would never want to hurt you.” He whispered, his hand comfortingly on your knee. “I love you, mon cher. I would never d-do anything to hurt you.”

When you looked down at him, his eyes were glassy. You brushed away your own tears and tried to calm down. You managed to give him a little smile, despite the war between the two voices in your head. There was your mother’s and then there was Laf’s.

He wasn’t lying. He loved you. Laf wasn’t your mother. None of these boys were your mother.

“I-I know.” You let out a soft sigh. “I was just reminded of my mom and what she did to me.” 

“Baby girl, you didn’t deserve that.” John reassured you, pulling you into a tight hug. “I’m so sorry.” 

“I-It’s not your fault,” You managed a weak smile. “You all have never hurt me.” You looked down at your hands, rubbing them together a little nervously. “You’ve done nothing but love me and I love you for it.” 

“We’re never going to treat you how your mom treated you.” Alex promised you, looking you right in the eye. “We don’t want you to feel afraid of us or just afraid in general.” 

You just nodded, felt your shoulders relax, felt a huge burden roll off your chest.

Herc pushed your hair out of your eyes and you buried your face in his neck. “Is there something we do that triggers you? Or something other people do that reminds you of your mom?” 

“I’m not too sure, but I’ll let you know if something really bothers me.” You promised, sitting up a little straighter. 

“Just want to make sure you’re okay, darling.” Alex hummed. 

You nodded, looked at Laf.

“Laf?” You reached forward, brought his eyes to yours. You cupped his face, rested your forehead against his. “I know you won’t hurt me.” 

Relief washed over him and he visibly relaxed. A burden was removed from his heart and his mind.

Laf pulled you into a soft kiss and then into a tight hug. You breathed out a sigh of relief in time with Laf.

“I-I did not mean to frighten you, mon cher.” He said, holding you close to his chest. You snuggled deeper into his hold, relaxed in his embrace. “You must know that.”

“I do. I k-know.” You whispered. “I love you.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek and sat back in between John and Herc. You looked at Hercules, then John, and then at Alex who still sat across from you beside Laf. “I love you all.”

“Baby?” John kissed your cheek and took your hand. “Anything else you want to tell us?” 

You bit your lip and slowly shook your head. “I’m just sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner.” 

“No, it’s okay.” Alex insisted. “It was your place to tell us when. You don’t owe us anything, love.”

“We’re just glad that you did.” Herc reassured you. You smiled up at him and he kissed the top of your head. You closed your eyes and leaned into him a little more. “Now, we can love you better.” 

“You guys already love me so much.” You whispered, a little blush creeping into your cheeks. “H-How could you possibly love me anymore?” 

“Just let us show you.” John gave you a sweet smile.

“Y-You don’t need to do that.” 

“Too bad, mon cher.” Laf chuckled a little. He reached over and pulled you into his chest. You bit your lip, trying not to smile as you all squeezed onto the couch. You were on Laf’s lap. Alex squeezed beside Laf at the end of the couch and leaned forward to kiss your temple. “We love you very much.” 

“We won’t let anyone hurt you ever again, darling.” Alex rested his head on Laf’s shoulder, but he comfortingly rubbed your shoulder. “And we won’t hurt you. Ever.“

“That’s right.” John finalized. He rested his head on Herc’s shoulder but leaned over to take your hand. He squeezed it comfortingly. Your heart warmed as Herc pressed soft kisses to your neck and shoulder. 

You were tangled into each other in a matter of moments, soft kisses being placed all over your cheeks, neck, and lips as each moment passed. Your boys held you close and you nuzzled your face in the crooks of their necks, taking in everything about them, soaking up the love and security they brought you. 

Somehow you ended up curled into Alex. His heartbeat thumped softly as you rested your head against his chest. You kissed him, pulling him down shyly before pulling away and wrapping your arms around his torso.

“Thank you” was all you could find yourself saying. It felt horribly inadequate. You wished there was a better phrase that expressed how thankful you were, but they saw it in your eyes. They saw it in the way you looked at them. 

And for the first time in a long time, you found yourself free of the cage that your mother had you trapped in. 


Anon: Requesting a Johnny angst/smut where he’s possessive/jealous over the reader,, you can make it however you want, and change any parts as you please :)

Genre: Angst/Smut/Fluff/Friends w/ benefits

Song: Monodrama (Lay, SM Station)

Johnny x Reader

When you entered the hall, you didn’t expect him to be there. Your heart dropped at the sight of him. He stood tall and handsome in his black tuxedo and swiped brown hair. Every time your eyes fell on him your heart would leap into something. The hands of your boyfriend that held your hand felt tight, like a prison cell. It’s not that you didn’t deserve to feel that way. Your mistake from days ago lurked in the back of your mind. His hands on your bare back and his plump lips gently sucking on the supple skin of your neck. The way his eyes would beg for consent and his gentle smile that made you squirm under him. His eyes found yours too, instantly locking contact and not looking away. He was with his girlfriend. Your best friend for seven years. Just one night of betrayal had ignited an unfamiliar of loath for her inside you. Her holding onto him like she owned him, like she was the luckiest girl in the world. She was. Anyone next to Johnny was lucky. 

“Hey babe, you okay? You look a bit pale,” your boyfriend said. He looked so plain compared to Johnny. It made you wonder why you liked him in the first place. Why you wasted five years of your life with him when you could’ve been with someone like Johnny. Now that you thought about it, it started a while back. Johnny would always look at you more than he should. And ever since Y/F/N introduced you to him, you couldn’t stop imagining how it would feel to hold his hands. Grand dinners like these were never your thing and now that he was here, you wanted to leave. But holding a sweet smile on your face and your boyfriend’s hand, you walk ahead. He was still eyeing you momentarily. There were words unspoken between the two of you. 

It all grew worse when he sat directly in front of you. Y/F/N sat next to him, placing a tender kiss on his lips and smiling. She was beautiful, you thought. He beamed too and then looked at you. His smile instantly disappeared. “Are you sure you’re okay, Y/N?” Y/B/N asked. You nodded as he removed a stray strand of hair from your face. You smiled at him and he, at you. The silent tension between Johnny and you grew heavier as every second passed. His stare transitioned from a calm one to a furious one. You saw his anger as he witness your boyfriend slip his arms over to your side and kissed your cheek. You wanted to smile but the intensity of his stare stopped you. “I love you,” Y/B/N said. You instantly heard someone stand up hastily. It was Johnny. 

“Sorry, I have to use the restroom.” He gave you an angry look before walking away. You watched his lean frame leave the hall. An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach. You wanted to be there for him, like all those times he was there for you. After a while when he did not come back and Y/F/N was too busy talking to someone else, you excused yourself too. Your boyfriend only smiled and squeezed your hand as you left. 

Following wherever your feet went, you walked up the staircase. “These people are crazy rich,” you muttered to yourself. There were a number of rooms in the corridor but only one of them was open. Johnny sat on the bed, eyes closed and arms resting on his thighs. “Johnny,” you said nearing the dimly lit room. He looked up at you, dumbfounded. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked. 

“You didn’t come back so I got-”

“Got worried? Why?” He stood up and reached into his pockets. His tie hung loose from his collars, collarbones barely visible.

“Because you left in such a haste…” You wanted to stay more. That you cared for him. That what he saw wasn’t real. You would never feel the same way about anyone like the way feel about him. 

“That’s really none of your business.” He started towards the door but you stopped him. He looked at your small hands grabbing onto his arm. 

“Johnny…I…” There was not much you could say. He smirked and looked away, turning to you. You suddenly felt small, only covered in a mesh dress that hung loosely around your body. He stepped closer and reached for your hair that cascaded down your shoulder. His fingers traced the length of your collarbone. You stepped in closer and hugged him. He didn’t hug you back and stayed fixed in his position. After what felt like hours, he pulled away and leaned down to kiss you. Your lips fit so well with his. His hands pulled you in, deepening the kiss. Your heartbeat was rapid against his, the only sound audible was the rush of adrenaline in your veins. He pushed you against the wall, closing the door and resuming the kiss. His lips trailed down your neck and down to the dip between your breasts. The dress was slowly coming undone as he unzipped the black material off of your body. 

Foreign emotions burst in your heart, a feeling you had never felt before. It wasn’t just a state of utter euphoria. It wasn’t lust. It was something else. It made you ache for more. It made you mad when it wasn’t there. It was a feeling you wanted to feel for the rest of your life. When he lay you on the soft material of the bed and kissed your forehead, you knew you wanted him. You wanted to be able to kiss him whenever you want and feel his warmth without hiding from anyone. “You’re mine and no one else’s,” he growled. Passion filled up your lungs as you nodded, wanting more of him. More of his kisses, more of his touches. You wanted him to take you completely. 

He sent your sense into euphoria with his actions, filling you up as his kisses trailed from your stomach back to your jaw. There were no words, just pure pleasure. He kept on saying that you were his. All other thoughts suddenly disappeared from your mind. The dinner, your boyfriend, your best friend suddenly became negligible to you. All that mattered was Johnny’s slow thrusts and your quick heartbeat. Johnny fell against you, sweaty but still carrying the same odour. Musk and smoke. He didn’t smoke but somehow he always smelled that way. You kissed his forehead and smiled. He raised himself over you again. 

“I love you so much. You’re only mine.” He said, voice hoarse and lips swollen. 

“I am.” You replied. 

“We have lots of explaining to do down there.” He laughed. You lifted your head and kissed him again. 

“No we don’t,” was all your said before attaching your lips to his again and savouring the feeling of him being so close to you.

A/N: Hi lads, I’ve never written smut so this is my first time *cough cough*. Sorry if it lacks some stuff. I’m not good with smut.