what a friday night i have here

On the Outside

So it’s definitely not a reach to say that I have been pretty out of the fandom for a while now.  And I’ve touched on this a bit in regards to why (work, life, hiatus, etc.) and how I’ve missed it, but I haven’t really delved into it a lot. And it’s a Friday night, I’m tired, I’m moody, and I want to write. So here we go.

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Reggie Mantle

(Okay, well I meant to write headcanons but then it turned into this. Like I said in my previous post. It seems I can’t write anything less than a thousand words. This has been in my head for a while and I intended to write it as a full fic, but decided on writing it like this instead?  I’ve been having serious Reggie Mantle feels lately, so here you go.This is also pretty much my Isaac Lahey fic, but Reggie. I’ve probably misspelled a bit, but it’s 3 am so I’ll edit it later. Feedback would be greatly appreciated and whoever reads this, I hope you enjoy.)

Reggie falls for the new girl

 -The first time he sees you, he’s talking to someone from the team in the hallway.

-The second his eyes land on you; he trails off on what he was saying.

- “Reggie, bro you okay?”

- “Yeah who’s that?” he says pointing in your direction.

- “Oh, that’s Y/N. She just started here today.”

- “Y/N.” he repeats to himself. 

 - “Yeah, she’s pretty cool. I met her this morning.”

 -Even though his teammate is still talking, Reggie barely hears any it because he’s having a hard time not focusing on you.


 -Reggie hates 5th period, so he always shows up late.

-15 minutes’ pass before he decides he’s going to head to class now.

-That’s when he sees you struggling trying to carry a few books while you look over your class schedule.

-You’re late for your class because you have no idea where it’s located.

- “Hey.” you hear someone say behind you. When you turn around you’re greeted by a tall boy with a very nice smile.

- “Hey.” you say.

- “Here let me help you with that, Your Y/N, right? I’m Reggie.” he says as he grabs the books out of your hand.

- “Thank you. Yes, I’m new here. Which is why I’m struggling trying to find my next class.” You say looking over your schedule again.

- “I might be able to help with that.”

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so when it came time for all us ten year old boys to have a dick measuring contest we’d do it by way of bakugan, obviously, it being 2009ish, and there was always the one spoiled kid who’d pull this shit out of his backpack

strap that onto his wrist like it was a fuckin rolex and bust out his unbeatable deck full of cards that he got shipped in from china off eBay while the rest of us had to fucking check toyz R us every friday after school but they were always out of stock waiting for a new shipment except the shipments came in on saturday night when i had KARATE PRACTICE and my parents wouldnt take me after dinner so i had to wait until sunday morning and by then they were all gone but fucking NOAH still wanted to show off well fuck you NOAH! I have thousands of people on here who will listen to me trash talk you and where are you?! What are you doing?! You’re fucking nothing! You’re worthless NOAH

Anyway while i was googling that, i found this picture:

My ECCC Experience

Warning – This turned into a book. I will put the bulk under a cut.

 Well, what a weekend that was. I see many people have shared their experiences & I wasn’t going to cause I didn’t want to be repetitive (plus I hate writing), but what the hell – here we go.

 It all started on Thursday night when my husband & I checked in at the Sheraton & then headed over to The Whisky Bar to meet up w/ about 25 other fans for whisky tasting & general mayhem. It was such a blast to meet other fans in the flesh & everyone was so lovely.

 Friday was very long & tiring, but also quite exhilarating. It started with waiting 3 ½ hours in line for the panel in VERY tight & warm conditions, but a good number of people had to wait in the cold rain, so I won’t complain. We ended up in the 8th row on the center aisle. We had a perfect view of the stage, but a bit far for any great pics from my camera phone, but I’ll share a couple here anyway.

 Since everyone saw the panel already, I won’t get into that except to say it was absolutely marvelous. Sam & Cait were glorious live & the energy in the room was palpable. Everything they said is pretty much a blur & I still need to rewatch it to make it all real.

 We went straight to the autographs after the panel, but they were already capped off, so we hung out for a bit & then headed to our dual photo-op w/ Sam & Cait. The organization was a complete shit-show and they had no idea what they were doing. We were moved all over the place & then smooshed all together against the wall to wait again while they figure it out. After about an hour, they got it together & we were on our way to stand in line.

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Tell Me I’m Pretty | One

Originally posted by thedis4design

Prompt: Artist!Reader x Jughead.

Warnings: Angst, bullying, possible mentions of suicide later on. There could be violence and mentions of death, so please, be careful when proceeding to the other parts!

A/N: Hope you like thissss!!!

Song Of The Chapter: Trouble by Cage the Elephant




We were at the table by the window, the view,
Casting shadows, the sun was pushing through.

Y/C/H hair pushed to the side, while droopy eyes scanned a sketchbook filled with unfinished works. A golden sun dipping into the horizon provided slivers of lighting through the blinds of the window you sat by. A melted milkshake sat next to the open book, the beverage barely sipped out of as the cherry had sunken to the bottom of the glass at this point. Your mind was wrecked with ideas, so much so that your hand couldn’t even move because you didn’t know what would come out on that paper. Lyrics to a song that nobody wrote? A sketch of the boy you had been admiring from afar as you sat in the comfort of your booth? The essay that your English teacher had assigned during school hours?

You decided to sit back, leaning your head against the booth while a delicate sigh escaped your lips. The atmosphere at this little diner was relaxed and quiet, so your lonely presence wouldn’t be too out of place. Usually, on Friday nights, the people in this small town would much rather gather at the club or go to a high school football game than visit the diner on the corner of a less travelled street downtown. You were thrilled to spend no  time around peers that knew of  you at school. You had already paid for whatever you ordered, so nobody was waiting for you to leave the booth and make the diner slightly more empty.

Nobody cared to invite you to these social outings, mainly because whenever you were new to the school and people wanted to be your friend, you shut them down. You weren’t too fond of kindling friendships with people who’d be out of your life by the time they broke eighteen. You’d much rather write poetry and sketch the pretty people who made this town just a bit more interesting. Those who flourished in the attention of their close friends and buzzed about on social media. Their existence brought you something new to study, the student body’s lack of morality, and the constant movement, drama, and rivalry between inner circles.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a figure sliding into the seat across from you, your eyes landing on the boy you had been looking at nearly this entire time. Jughead Jones III, a fellow student in your fifth period English class. He sat three seats to your left, and he always managed to catch your eye through quick side glances. His presence, though, caught you off guard. Not once had he spoken a word to you, but he was always enthusiastic when it came to English.  A strand of his raven black hair fell over his forehead as he rested both forearms on the table, lacing his fingers together while they interlocked; he looked as if he was about to interrogate you, of course. With Jason Blossom’s murder still being a mystery, everyone had to be questioned in this little town. You hadn’t even thought to speak a word, you were practically stunned by his sudden decision to appear before you.

He had a great group of friends, ones much more popular and had a respectable reputation that was spoken about around the halls. His best friend’s name was Archie Andrews, a talented musician and athlete, who seemingly had better luck with girls and friends, because there was always people surrounding him. Jughead’s friends were practically the core of popularity, a mixture of underclassmen who thrived from the admiration of their fellow classmates. You didn’t despise the group. These were the things that you had paid close attention to, for your life would never be as interesting as theirs, so you vicariously live through what could have been for you, and sketch these scenes out in multiple hardcover books stacked on your desk at home.

His lips curled into a half-smile, “Y/N L/N, right?” Jug reached over to grab a french fry from your untouched basket that you ordered nearly half an hour ago. You raise an eyebrow, his behavior causing you to think he sat across from you as a result of a stupid dare. If you weren’t so terrified of confrontation, you would have swatted his hand away.  This was the first time you’d ever been approached by a fellow student and peer in what felt like forever, and your nerves were already being poked at.

“Yeah… Jughead Jones?” You watched as his ocean eyes crinkled when he grinned. He was quite gorgeous, but the way he spoke so carelessly and cockily… You surely questioned his intentions.

“Correct. Now, what’s a girl like you doing here on a Friday night?”

Yeah, this was either a joke to him, or a sick dare. You roll your eyes, closing your sketchbook, “I came here to grab some dinner, which you so rudely interrupted.” With a soft, amused sigh, Jug chuckles.

“I guess, if dinner means old french fries and a completely full milkshake with the whipped cream nearly melting off the sides. All of the food idle and untouched. Don’t deny that you were burying your nose in a book. Oh, and don’t think I didn’t see you staring at me as well.”

You cleared your throat, a rosy tinge burning the apples of your cheeks, “How could you tell? When your friends were here, you didn’t even look my way.” You were right, and as you tilted your head to see that Archie, Betty, and Veronica had left, he rolls his eyes, scoffing at you. Maybe they went to see the second half of the high school football game, maybe they all had to go home, these were the thoughts that plagued your mind instead of what was occurring in real time.

“Because I was staring at you too. You didn’t catch me when you were gazing into that book.”

Spoke a lot of words, I don’t know if I spoke the truth.

“Well I-”

Jug shushed you, leaving you utterly confused as to what could have been the catalyst to spark this interaction from him. “I heard you’re an artist.” His voice was dripping with mere antagonism, but from the other side of the booth, you shrugged it off and nodded, answering him with a quick, “I am.” Your words were small, almost nervous.

“Mind showing me what you’ve been working on?” The false curiosity seething from his pink lips formed a lump in the your throat. You then shook your head, your hand itching to reach for the book that sat in front of you. “If it has something to do with Jason Blossom, I’m not part of it.” You said shakily. Jughead didn’t take no for an answer, and his hand snatched the book away. He was too quick, and you ended up slapping the table with your hand in an attempt to rescue it from his grip.

Without opening the black book, he held it with a tight lipped grin and narrowed eyes. “Why can’t I see? Is the quiet girl scared or something?”

Got so much to lose,

An exasperated huff  came before a weak, “Maybe. Hand it over.” And that only fueled Jug’s curiosity to delve further, he wanted to push this girl, get her to talk. Lord only knows why he was causing you this anxiety, maybe it was a silly crush, an immature dare, or just him going out of his way to investigate you for a murder. It was beyond you, and your blood began to boil.

Got so much to prove,

And with that, he opened it up, “Fat chance,  Y/N.” His fingers turning the pages to the very first, and you winced, your cheeks no longer holding a rosy blush, but a red hue in embarrassment and sheer anger.You were the topic of conversation at the table with the core four. They always saw you sitting, staring, sketching. That’s all you ever did, so Jug took it upon himself to delve into the rumors that were whispered from one group to another. Harsh, sure. But it’s high school, behavior like this was expected and tolerated by anyone and everyone. His investigative spirit just added to the mess.

God, don’t let me lose my mind.

“Called it.” His eyes never left the pages. The book was dedicated to the groups at Riverdale High, Archie laughing with his friends, Betty and Veronica in their River Vixen uniforms, and Jughead with his crowned beanie. Admittedly, you had talent, a gift for capturing these moments, but his eyes soon widened when he noticed you incorporated yourself into the social scenes. Some small panels where you sat next to Jug on a bench, sketchbook in your lap, his laptop open on his. Some were of you in a pretty prom dress, in a River Vixen uniform, or just sitting with his group of friends.

“Classic stalker. Is this why nobody ever sees you looking up from these damn things?-” A sudden pang of guilt knocked him right in the stomach once he picked up his head to see your doe-eyes glazed over. His smile faded into a look of concern. Clearly he wasn’t thinking, and boy, did he regret it after witnessing the hurt look on your face.

“Please,” You motioned towards him with a shaky hand, asking for the book. Jughead didn’t have the guts to argue, so he handed it over to you, watching as you held it to your chest as if you were protecting a newborn. With a quick motion, you slung your backpack over your shoulder and kept your head down as you rushed out of the diner. This left Jughead with a sinking feeling in his stomach and the realization that he shouldn’t have sparked trouble with you.

And the whole weekend, he was riddled with the idea that he needed to talk to you again to mediate the tension and apologize. Even if you despised him, it was something that he had to do.

anonymous asked:

20. babysitting together for msr pls??

Dear anon, I’m not sure this qualifies as babysitting together… it just turned out like this. And of course it got long again. 

Set in early season six.

Mulder knows Scully is home because there are noises coming from inside.

He’s knocked twice already and now he’s waiting, maybe a little bit impatiently; he’s worrying the edges of the case files he’s holding in his hands. The flimsy excuse for his visit.

About to knock again, the door opens, and at first Mulder, expecting Scully, doesn’t see the tiny person basically hanging from the door knob.

“Who are you?” Mulder lowers his eyes upon hearing the voice and blinks in confusion.

“This is- Dana Scully’s apartment?” The child stares up at him, imitating his blinking. The child, he can’t deny, looks eearily like Scully herself; red hair, but unruly, unbrushed, and big, blue, very curious eyes. His first thought is that he’s entered an alternate reality where Dana Scully, his partner, is nothing but a child.

“Aunty Dana there is a strange man here!” The small girl yells without taking her eyes off him. Of course, Mulder thinks and smiles at the girl who remains skeptical, narrowing her eyes. A Scully child, but not her; and definitely not hers. He tries to chase the thought away quickly, but the child… why does this girl look so much like Scully herself?

“Hannah, I told you not to- Mulder? What are you doing here?”

“I…uhm, there was something in this-“ He keeps staring at the child, who wears the same curious expression as Scully, in just a few sizes smaller.

“Is this the man Uncle Bill always complains about?” The girl, Hannah, asks, gazing up at Mulder.

“That sounds like me.” Mulder smiles, but the girl remains wary.

“Mulder, this is my niece Hannah,” Scully’s voice sounds like an endless sigh, “She is Charlie’s daughter.” He expects her to give more details, but she doesn’t. Judging by her look she is waiting for him to say his piece and leave her alone again.

“Hi, Hannah. Uhm, Scully I was wondering if I could talk to you about this case but… I didn’t know your brother was here.”

“He’s not,” Hannah quickly interjects, “he and mommy are on a date. That’s why I get to stay with aunt Dana. I like her a lot.” Mulder nods, fully understanding the child. There’s no one else he’d rather spend time with either. That’s the whole reason he’s here after all.

“What is a case, aunt Dana? Can Mulder come in and play with us?” He does his best to look harmless and puts on a pouty smile. Two against one is unfair, he realizes, but he’s shameless.

“All right, Mulder can come in.” Scully, still in sighing mood, opens the door to let Mulder inside. Apparently this is the sign for Hannah to completely claim him for herself. She takes his hand and almost forcefully leads him over to the couch. There’s a huge box of Legos next to Scully’s usually impeccable couch table. Mulder admires the colorful, child made construct.

“Did you make this?” Hannah nods proudly and grins, showing him a nice combination of baby teeth and empty spaces.

“It’s a space ship,” she tells him and Mulder quickly glances at Scully, whose face is unreadable. “Aunt Dana says aliens are gray. My daddy told me they’re green.”

“Oh, did she?” Mulder can’t help the grin on his face just like Scully can’t hide the blush that spreads on hers. “But she’s right, you know.”

“I want to go to space when I’m big. Do you think I can? Aunt Dana says I can.”

“You know what? You should always listen to what your aunt Dana tells you. She is really smart and almost always right. And I’m absolutely certain you can go to space when you’re big.” Hannah turns to look at Scully, a big fat grin on her face.

“Mulder, you wanted to talk to me about a case?”

“But Mulder needs to help me build the space ship!”

“I’m sure Mulder has other plans, Hannah. Anyway, it’s almost time for bed.” The girl huffs loudly. He considers telling Scully that he doesn’t have other plans; the case was just an excuse to come here. What Mulder didn’t consider, though, is that unlike him she might be busy on a Friday night. The thought of spending a weekend apart from her seemed unbearable; they spent so many weekends together, not necessarily by choice, while assigned to the x-files. Now he doesn’t remember not to be around her all the time. But she didn’t tell him about her brother visiting, or babysitting her niece. He wouldn’t have just shown up if she had (or he would have thought of a better reason). So he figures it’s partly her fault he’s here now.

“Mulder?” Scully’s voice is impatient as she points her finger towards the kitchen. He picks up his file and follows her. “So what did you want to talk about? Why didn’t you just call? Why couldn’t it have waited til Monday?”

“Uhm…” Mulder doesn’t have an answer for any of her questions. Seeing Hannah has thrown him off; seeing Scully with the girl who looks so much like her has made him forget everything. Completely out of patience, Scully tears the file out of Mulder’s hands.

“Mulder, you can’t be serious. This is not an x-file. It’s not even a case!” She closes the file forcefully and throws it on the table. “So why are you really here?”

“I- it is a case, Scully. These teenagers-“

“Mulder, no. You could have called me with this and it would have taken me two minutes to tell you that this is nothing. Not to mention that we’re off the x-files. Yet you decided to drive over here on a Friday night. Why?”

“Why didn’t you tell me about your niece?” Scully’s eyebrows rise in surprise.

“I don’t see how this is any of your business.

“You didn’t tell me your brother was in town.”

“Mulder, what I do on weekends is my business. This doesn’t concern you and if there’s no reason for you to be here…” She trails off suddenly, crossing her arms in front of her and just stares at him.

“But why didn’t you just tell me your brother was visiting? I wouldn’t have come here.” Of course it’s a lie. Knowing her brother was here, the one who doesn’t know him and maybe, just maybe, doesn’t hate him, might not have changed anything. He still would have missed her. He wants to tell her exactly that – that he misses her, that a weekend without her is insufferable – but he knows how she’ll react if he does; she’ll roll her eyes, she’ll say his name in that particular way and she’ll send him away. So he decides to stall and turn the tables around.

“Like I said, Mulder, this is not about you. This is my life, my family. It doesn’t concern you.” Her words shouldn’t hurt as much as they do. Yet, they tear right through him, gnaw strongly at him. He sighs deeply and watches her like she watches him. At least she hasn’t thrown him out yet.

“Mulder!” A voice chimes from the living room. “I need help on my space ship!”

“At least one Scully woman still likes me.” Mulder’s attempt at humor falls short when Scully’s face remains stoic.

“She doesn’t know you very well.” Scully replies and that one really hurts.

“Am I allowed to help her? Or do you want me to leave?” Her answer is clearly written on her face; she wants him to leave. Mulder knows they need to talk about this; whatever this is. Maybe part of him, at least unconsciously, wanted to come here to clear the air between them. Scully has been edgy for a while now, at least since their return from Antarctica. Their reassignment and Diana’s presence, their undisclosed past, haven’t helped matters much. Though Mulder isn’t sure either of these things is the reason for her distant behavior.

“Go ahead,” Scully makes a dismissive hand gesture, “You’ve got 20 minutes until bed time.” There’s a remark on his tongue, but this time he swallows it, nods, and joins little Hannah in the living room. The girl grins at him. Ten minutes ago she didn’t even know him and now she’s reaching out her hands, grabbing for him. If only he had that same effect on her aunt. Mulder sits down on the floor next to Hannah and carefully touches the still unfinished space ship.

“Something is missing.” She tells him, slightly stumbling on her ’s’-sounds. “I don’t know what.” Mulder pretends to examine the space ship closely, making the girl giggle. He takes a few of the bricks and puts them in her hand. Hannah watches him closely as he builds a small attachment on the roof of the rectangular shaped ship.

“What is it?” Hannah leans over, her long hair falling all around her face. Mulder reaches out and as the child turns to him, tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

“An entrance,” he explains, “You have to have someone fly the space ship, right?” Hannah nods happily. “See? That’s how your pilot can get in.”

“Or the alien.” Hannah reminds him.

“Or the alien.” Mulder agrees with a smile.

“Hannah,” Scully’s voice is gentle and as Mulder lifts his head, sees her soft expression, he can’t help but wonder how long she’s been standing there. “Come on, you’ve got to get ready for bed.”

“But-”

“The space ship will still be there tomorrow.” Hannah hesitates, her small hand still holding a few bricks.

“And Mulder? Will Mulder still be here tomorrow?”

“Come on now,” Scully urges her on and reaches out her hand. This time Hannah does as she’s told and follows along the hall, “You can say goodbye once you’re in your pajamas.”

Mulder gets up from the floor, his knees protesting quietly, and sits on the couch. They must have left the bathroom door open because he can hear them in there. Hannah is telling Scully all about space and the moon, aliens and monsters and Mulder has to grin.

“I like Mulder,” the girl says loudly; Mulder doubts that she’s aware he can hear them out here, “Why doesn’t uncle Bill like him?”

“They didn’t meet under the best circumstances. You’re not done brushing your teeth yet, Hannah.”

“I’ll tell uncle Bill how great Mulder is at building space ships. He must like him then! You like him, right?” Mulder strains his ears; he knows he shouldn’t eavesdrop and he knows that Scully most likely won’t tell her niece what an asshole he is. At least he hopes she won’t. There’s plenty of time for that in the future. Once he’s out of Scully’s life, just a bleak memory, and when Hannah asks about him as a teenager – if she remembers him at all – she can tell him then. How he let her down and how he lets everyone down he loves. As long as she doesn’t do it now when Hannah still likes him, when she thinks he’s good at playing Legos.

“Aunty Dana? You like him, don’t you?”

“Yes, honey. I do like Mulder. I like him a lot.” Mulder wonders how much of that is true when he hears tiny feet running down the hall. Hannah jumps onto the couch and right into his side.

“Hey, be careful.” He starts tickling her and she screams in delight.

“Not fair, Mulder!” He lets go of her then, but she remains cuddled to his side, leaning against him.

“Tell Mulder goodnight, Hannah. He needs to go home, too.” The girl turns to him with an earnest expression.

“Is it almost past your bedtime, too?” She asks him and he nods solemnly.

“I hate bed time.” Hannah lets him know in a loud whisper.

“Me too.” He admits, quickly glancing up at Scully. “But you should listen to your aunt Dana. Remember what I told you earlier?”

“That she’s always right.”

“Exactly. So you better do as she says and go to bed.”

“But…” Her eyes fill with tears, “Can Mulder come back tomorrow?”

“Hannah… Mulder might have plans tomorrow.” Scully sighs and Mulder turns to look at her. He went to Antarctica for her; if she thinks he’s backing down when it comes to babysitting her adorable niece, they really need to have a talk.

“I’m still here tomorrow,” Hannah tells him excitedly, “Please don’t have plans tomorrow.”

“You know what,” Mulder leans closer to the little girl, “I promise I’ll talk to your aunt Dana about this if you go to bed now.” Hannah thinks it over for a moment, then nods, and wanders off. Scully stares after her, amazement apparent on her face. Mulder can’t help his smug grin.

“Well, my work here is done,” he says, getting up from the couch, “I better leave. You can tell Hannah whatever you like. Tell her…,” how much I hate this, he thinks, “tell her I do have plans. I’m sure you’ll come up with something plausible. I’ll see you on Monday.”

He’s halfway to the door when Scully stops him. “Mulder, wait.” He stops, but doesn’t turn around just yet.

“Do you want to spend the day with us tomorrow? Maybe not the whole day. I mean… however long you want. If you want.”

“What about you?” He’s facing her now and he wishes he could tell her how much he wants this. To spend the day with her and her adorable nice. To just be around her, talk to her, without fighting, without second-guessing each other. They don’t need the x-files. At least not for this. He wants to be with her any way he is allowed, any chance he gets.

“What about me? I’ll be there too.”

“No, I mean… do you want me to spend the day with you and Hannah?” His eyes plead with hers to just say yes. This is his olive branch until he figures out to tell her all the things he wants to say to her; until he figures out how to right whatever went wrong between them these last couple of months. Scully is taking her time answering and finally she sighs; a clear sign that she’s come to a decision.

“I’d really like it if you’d spend the day with us, Mulder. Hannah adores you.”

“And you like me.” If only he knew how to keep his mouth shut sometimes. He smiles sheepishly, basically admitting that he’s eavesdropped earlier. Scully’s earlier discontentment with him seems to have evaporated, though, and he receives a warm smile.

“And I like you. How about you come over for breakfast? Then we’ll figure out what to do.”

“I can’t wait, Scully.”

And that’s the truth.

Far too young to die Part II

Request by @mr-robot-x : How would Jeff react when the reader dies in the accident instead of him. Clay and Justin support him.

A/N: Okay so a lot of people were asking for a part 2 of this and i know i took really long with this. i apologise, it’s just that senior year is kicking my ass more than i thought. I promise to get all my other requests out, i just ask that you be patient with me please

Originally posted by bluerangerpower

Jeff’s POV

What does Sheri have to do with y/n dying that night? What the hell did Hannah say? I know what happened that night, I’m the reason she died.

Justin’s POV

“Sheri, hey wait up”

“Justin, hi”

“You have to tell Jeff”

“What! no i can’t, I’m not ready”

“Sheri he lost it out there on the field and you’re here thinking about yourself’

“Justin this is the worst thing i have ever done in my life”

“He needs closure, he still blames himself for that night, he still thinks he killed the love of his life”

“Okay, I-I’ll give it to him tomorrow”

Jeff’s POV

I messed up at the game on Friday, I thought I was doing okay, I thought things were getting better. I feel like I can’t even talk to Clay after what just happened with Hannah. I knew he loved her and now he also lost the love of his life. Justin asked me to sit with them in the cafeteria, he was probably just feeling sympathetic after i froze out on the field during the game. I still couldn’t stop thinking about what he said to me about talking to Sheri because apparently something happened between her and Hannah but i don’t understand what i have to do with it.

”Hi Jeff”

“Hi Sheri, how are you?”

“Good as can be expected, uh-do you have a second to talk?”

   I couldn’t help but feel like all eyes were on me and i stood correct when i turned back to the table and Justin, Marcus, Alex, Zach and Jessica were looking at me but averted their gaze when i caught them staring. 

“Yeah, this won’t take long though right? because i have a history quiz next period”

“No, I just need to give you something”, She said nervously as she handed me a USB.

“A USB?”

“Yeah you won’t understand right now but after you listen to it you will. I just ask that after you listen to it please don’t look at me differently because i would do anything to take it back. You need to know that this is the worst I’ve ever done in my entire life.”

 She looked like she was about to cry and i didn’t really know what to do so i just placed my hand on her shoulder in a comforting manner, “hey listen, it’s okay”

“Jeff just please listen to it when you get home”

“I will, i promise. Are you gonna be okay?” i asked concerned. She just ran off without answering me, i don’t think I’ve ever seen her that way.

“Everything good with Sheri?”, Zach asked.

“uh-yeah i think so. She just gave me something and said that i need to listen to it.” Zach’s whole body language changed and i felt like he knew something I didn’t but then again maybe i was just overthinking everything.

The first thing i did when i got home was go up to my room and listen to whatever was on this USB. It has been consuming my mind the whole day. Was I ready for whatever was on here? No. But i have to know what’s so bad that Sheri was on the verge of tears. And play…

“Hey it’s Hannah-” holy shit, is this some kind of sick joke?

“-Sheri if you’re listening to this then it means you’ve already heard your tape-” Tape? what tape?

“It also means that others know what you did that night. You’re probably wondering why you received this right? Well this is for you to hold onto until you’re ready. And no, this isn’t something that has been passed on, neither will it be passed on to anyone after this. There is only one person in particular that you will give this to when you’re ready or when you know that person will need to hear the truth. And you know who that person is….. Jeff.”

“So Jeff this part is for you, if you’re listening to this. Hi! You have to understand that what I’m about to tell you could change everything, it may change the way you look at Sheri or even myself. I don’t really know where to start with this. I guess i want to firstly thank you for always making Clay go to any social event because if it wasn’t for you, Clay and i wouldn’t have had the moments we had. But this isn’t about Clay and I, it’s about the night of Jessica’s party, the night y/n died in the accident. I was pretty drunk that night and my phone was dead and Sheri was leaving so she offered to take me home. As she drove I told her that I was really drunk and that my parents would be really angry if i got home in the state i was in. So she suggested i call home and tell my parents that i was staying over at her house. And as i mentioned before, my phone was dead so as she was driving, Sheri was looking for her phone and we both had our eyes off the road and then we knocked something. We both got out of the car and saw that it was a stop sign. I tried telling her to call the police but she refused because she didn’t want her dad to know so she drove off leaving me alone with a knocked down stop sign and a dead phone. So I ran to Blue Spot Liquor to call the police and when they said that someone had already reported it, i thought it was Sheri. That was until that morning when i heard what happened and i tried talking to Sheri to say something and i even called y/n’s home and when it went to voicemail I didn’t know what to say so i ended the call and i walked pass her house so many times but i couldn’t bring myself to knock on their door and say something. Then when i tried telling Clay he just blocked me out. Jeff I’m so sorry about what happened, if i had maybe just stood there until somebody drove by I could’ve called the police and y/n would still be alive. I’m sorry I left you to blame yourself for what happened to y/n. I hope this brought you some closure.” 

*the next day*

“Sheri! can we talk?”

“uh-Jeff hi! yeah sure”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Jeff you have to understand-”

“No, there’s nothing more to understand, Hannah was pretty clear on what happened that night”

“I-”

“I’m not done, you didn’t do anything Sheri, you just continued with your life and watched as my life fell apart without y/n. You did nothing as i blamed myself for losing the best thing that ever happened to me.” By now I was crying and I couldn’t care less what everyone thought.     

 “Jeff this was the worst thing I have ever done, if I knew the consequences of what i did that night, I would have done everything differently.” She was crying now.

“That’s just the thing Sheri, you don’t see this kind of stuff coming, That’s why it’s unforeseen. You couldn’t have possibly known that you were going to be the reason y/n died. But you could have done something that night. You could have just called the police and told them what you did and she would still be here every morning waiting for me at my locker and flashing me that innocent smile of hers and going on about another crazy dream that she had.”

“Jeff I’ll do anything. What can i do to make you forgive me even a little bit?”

“They deserve the truth, y/n’s parents deserve to know what happened that night.”

“Jeff her parents will never look at me the same again.”

“They need just as much closure as i did, you need to explain why you did what you did and you know it’s the right thing to do.”


TAGS: @mr-robot-x @fandoms-allovertheplace @beckybadgirl @homicidal-lemon @interstellarirwin @lowkeyprincipessa@mouray7 @alexanderhamiltonreblogg 

anonymous asked:

after this new clip i need some EVAK smut.... any recommendations ? :D

Haha, I completely understand anon! I’ve got you ;)

ONESHOTS:

  • Afternoon Kisses by DickAnderton
    Summary: What could have happened during the cuddle scene if Isak and Even had been ready for more.
  • Push by nofeartina
    Summary: ”Even, we shouldn’t do that here,” Isak says and looks around with a blush on his cheeks. He’s so beautiful like this, it makes it impossible for Even not to touch.

  • I’m yours by verlore_poplap
    Summary: roomates!au; Another Friday night, another shitty date.

  • come again, get me excited by ourheartsintertwined
    Summary: "You think you can so openly flirt with other guys huh? Is that what you fucking think?“ Or in which Isak flirts with another guy and Even punishes him about it.

  • Heaven by Skamtrash
    Summary: Isak wants Even to finger him again. 

  • The Hotel scene by Evakforlife17
    Summary: A one shot of what could have happened at the hotel scene. (Season 3, Episode 8)

  • So Fucking Glad by crescendohowell
    Summary: What happened after Even showed up at Isak’s apartment. (Season 3, End of episode 7)

  • Winter Cabin by alijan
    Summary: Isak and Even go to the winter cabin with the boys. 

  • Summer by DickAnderton
    Summary: Isak and Even have been crushing on each other for a whole year when their paths finally cross at a hipster music festival during summer break and they spend the night together. 

  • Watching Over You by lavishsqualor
    Summary: In which Even knows exactly how to loosen his boy up.

  • so you play it wild by birthmarks
    Summary: Isak is dirty. Isak is shameless. Isak is possessive. Or: before, during, and after Isak and Even made out at school on Wednesday.

  • Valhalla and Nirvana by verlore_poplap
    Summary: So there’s this box and Even finds it and there’s something inside it that Isak gets all shy and embarrassed about… any guesses what it is?

  • The only thing keeping me on fire by diamondjacket
    Summary: massage therapy!au; This guy—this profoundly, unfairly, deeply good-looking guy—is going to…put his hands on Isak? On his thigh? And, like…move them around? Listen, he’s just starting to maybe, possibly come close to beginning to acknowledge that he might not be one hundred percent heterosexual, all of the time. It’s slow going—okay, fine, it’s borderline glacial—but he’s getting there. He didn’t need this today. Or: Isak’s doctor tells him to get a massage. Even delivers…and then some.

  • Plane by Aceteroid
    Summary: Even, the flight attendant, and Isak, the pilot, both work at the same airline. After a flight from NY to Paris things are heating up between them. 

  • that soft perfect spot by reasoniwantyoutostay
    Summary: Even is obsessed with a certain soft perfect spot that always makes Isak tremble. 

  • hell yeah, you the shit (that’s why you’re my equivalent) by colazitron
    Summary: Even can’t keep it in his pants, or his heart. Or: Sometimes your boyfriend proposes and you just really want to sit on his dick. 

  • sweet creature (but we’re still young) by kittpurrson
    Summary: summer camp!au; Isak meets seventeen-year-old Even Bech Næsheim at Tyrifjorden on his fifteenth birthday. Or: the one where Isak tries to convince the boy next door to put his hands on him.


CHAPTERED:

  • love and condoms by kassie  ✓ 
    Summary: Isak was about turn on his heels and say “Fuck it” and go home, when a tall, slender-looking boy approached him from down the aisle. Shit. “Finding everything okay?” he asked once he reached Isak, his face entirely consumed by his smile. Judging from his choice of clothing, the boy definitely worked here. And, by the black letters scribbled on his name tag, the boy’s name was Even. Great.. Or: Isak owes Eskild a favor and Eskild sends him out to buy condoms where he runs into a tall boy who is a little too eager to help him. 

  • Life is now. (and now, and now) by FlyByNightGirl 
    Summary: In which the clips for season 3 update, because there is so much more of Isak and Even’s relationship we haven’t seen, so. Here it is, congratulations.

  • That’s Not My Name by cuteandtwisted
    Summary: one-night stand!au; “Isak.” Even smiled, then licked his lips. “Wanna go back to my place?” - aka: Isak is an exchange student in new york city where he meets a very forward and bewitching Even.

  • hot like fire, take you higher by birthmarks
    Summary: Isak Valtersen was a teenage boy and with that came internalized feelings and avoidance of communication. He spent more time morbidly thinking about his life than actively attempting to improve it. But that was about to change soon, considering the circumstances. He was entering his first serious relationship and everyone kept telling him that “trust and communication are the foundation of every healthy relationship!” (insert eye roll here). The issue was that most of the time what he really thought about was sex. And while he knew it was normal to think about, he was more than content with ignoring the topic than experiencing how awkward it could be to discuss it. Or: in which Isak and Even fall in love, discover their kinks, and experience life along the way. 

  • High For This by givemesumaurgravy
    Summary: Just twenty minutes ago, Isak was overwhelmed with coming out to his mom in a text, and an hour before that, he was consumed by a physics test. No where on his radar for today was… this. Or even the prospect of this. Or, what happened between the elevator scene and “Princess Vivian!”

  • Relationship Moments of Evak by skambition
    Summary: A collection of oneshots about our boys. Ranges from very explicit smut to very cute fluff. 

  • Sex life by skampanda
    Summary: "What are you thinking about?“ “You. Me. Alone. In bed” Even laughed and twisted the younger boy’s curls in his hand. God, he loved his hair. “I love it when you’re so needy” He whispered in Isak’s ear with low voice. - Basically this is all about Isak and Even’s sex life.

( ✓ - completed fics)

My Soul, My Heart, Pull Everything Apart - Jughead x Reader

Thank you for you lovely compliments!
This is a pretty long one; I got carried away, and it’s a little heavier than usual but I’m quite happy with how it turned out.
Hope you enjoy it!


You take a long sip of your drink, peeking over it at Jughead who’s busy typing away on his laptop. You try not to stare but you just can’t help it. You can never help it with him. Stray strands of his dark hair that escaped his beanie tumble over his forehead and you resist the urge to reach over and push it out of the way. You watch as his eyes move across the screen, tracking the words as they progress across the page, and you feel almost envious of it for having so much of his attention so frequently. Stifling your laughter at such a ridiculous thought, you lean back in your seat and pull out your phone, browsing the internet idly.

“What’re you working on today Juggie?”

His eyes flit from the screen to you, the corner of his lips tilting up.

“A piece for the Blue & Gold,” he mutters.

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MariChat May Day 12: Sleepover

This is for @sybaritismfics!  She’s another talented fellow author, who offered her friendship.  :)


“Marinette, why is Chat Noir climbing in through your window?”

Marinette turned from her screen to look at a very bemused Alya, and then at the black cat who was now sitting frozen in shock on her bed. She should have expected it, really.  As much as they were both at her house, it was a miracle that it hadn’t happened already.  But this was Saturday night, and Chat usually didn’t come on a Saturday unless he had to miss Friday, so having Alya stay over that night should have been safe.  What was he doing here two nights in a row?  

“Earth to Marinette?”

She blinked, and realized that Alya was still staring at her expectantly. “Uh, patrolling?” she said intelligently.

Chat’s eyes darted in panic between them.  “Yeah, patrolling!  I was just conducting an in-depth patrol, visiting totally random citizens in their homes, but, um, I can see that there’s no akuma here, so I’ll just, uh, be on my way—”

“Oh, no you don’t!”  Alya leapt up and grabbed his tail, catching him with his torso already half outside.  She coiled the end of it around her fist and tugged, smirking.  “If you don’t stick around, then you’re going to leave poor Marinette to face interrogation alone.”

Chat sighed and dropped back to the bed, pulling the trap door closed behind him.

“Alya!”

“Don’t ‘Alya’ me, M,” she tossed back, making herself comfortable on the chaise.  “You’re the one who’s been secretly meeting with one half of Paris’s super duo.  And don’t even try to tell me this was the first time.  That cat has obviously been here before.”

“Ok, so, maybe he’s been here once or twice before—”

“The cat’s out of the bag now, Princess.”  He dropped to the floor next to where Marinette still sat in her desk chair, and leaned his head against her knee.  “You might as well come clean.  You know the Ladyblogger better than I do, but even I know she’s not gonna quit till she gets her scoop.”

Alya’s eyes had lit at his use of her nickname, and Marinette groaned.  “Now you’ve done it, you mangy cat.”

“ ‘Princess’?  He has a pet name for you?  Girl, how long have you been holding out on me?”

“A while?”  She shrugged.  “I don’t really remember when it started.  And it wasn’t that often at first.”

Alya’s hands twitched on her phone, like she was itching to start recording this like an interview.  “How did it even start?”

“I was out on my balcony one evening, and I saw him vaulting around the rooftops.  I said hi, and he came and sat on my balcony for a while, and…”  She shrugged again, and thoughtlessly dropped her hand onto his head and began to absently scratch his ears.  Chat pushed his head into her hand and closed his eyes happily under her ministrations.

Alya noted both of these things with interest, but didn’t interrupt.

“And I came back,” Chat said without opening his eyes, “because she’s good company.  And she feeds me.”

Alya laughed.  “Marinette, don’t you know better than to feed strays?”

“Well, I do now,” she laughed.

“Hey!”  He lifted his head to glare at her indignantly.

“You know I’m only teasing, Chaton.”  His expression eased, and he put his head against her knee once more.

Alya’s brows climbed up into her hairline, but she still didn’t comment.  “So why didn’t you tell me that you’ve had a superhero visiting your bedroom, Mari?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged yet again.  “The first time, I thought it was a one-time thing.  And what was I going to say, ‘Chat Noir just happened by my balcony yesterday, and kept me company for a few hours’ ?”

“A few hours?”

“We were bored.”

“Uh huh.”

“Whatever.”  Marinette waved a hand dismissively.  “I just didn’t mention it.  I mean, I told my parents, because I didn’t want them to freak out, but it…just didn’t really occur to me to tell anyone else.”

“I’m glad she didn’t,” Chat put in quietly.  “If it got out that I like to come here, it might put her family in danger.  And if it got out that she’s a friend of mine, it would definitely put her in danger.”

“I guess I can see that.”  Alya nodded thoughtfully.  “So, you guys are just…friends?  What do you do?”

“Whatever, really.  Play Mecha Strike, watch movies, do homework…”

“I help her with her physics.”  Chat grinned.  “And model for her when she needs a muse.”

“With, or without the suit?”

“Alya!”  Marinette just knew that her face was scarlet.

“What?  It’s a valid question.”

Chat laughed, and waggled his brows suggestively.  “With the suit, this time.  But next time?  Who knows.”

She pulled her fingers from his hair, and nudged his head with her knee.  “Ugh, Chat, I think it’s time for you to go.”

“Do I have to?”  He pouted.

“Yes.  Go.  I’ll see you…another time.  Ok?”

“Fine.  A cat knows when he’s not wanted.”  He stood and winked at Marinette with his back to the chaise, so that Alya wouldn’t see.  Then climbed the ladder to Marinette’s loft bed, and pushed open the door in the ceiling.  “See you later, Ladyblogger.  Goodnight, Princess,” he called down, and then he was gone, the door closed quietly behind him.

Alya turned back to Marinette, who was still staring at the skylight with a soft smile.  “Marinette Dupain-Cheng, are you dating Chat Noir?!”

Artistic Escape - Jughead Jones Imagine (Riverdale)

Warnings: None

Request: @carmineofmidgard:Hey!! I was wondering if you could write something with artist!reader x jughead fluff ? These are some Van Gogh quotes that I like, you could use them as like prompts for your
Just thought these would make really cute jughead fluff / comfort one shots :

Art is to console those who are broken by life.

Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.

Love always brings difficulties, that is true, but the good side of it is that it gives energy.

Summary: The reader is feeling a little neglected by Jughead as his curiosity with Jason Blossom’s murder uncovers secrets that causes the reader to become more spooked by the incident.  

A/N: I’m sorry its quite short but I did manage to use all of the Van Gogh quotes :) Also check out @carmineofmidgard‘s drawings!! How cool are they? xx

Every since the murder of Jason Blossom, tensions have been rising. Friends are being suspicious of friends, relationships are being strained as new facts arise. Being Jughead’s partner doesn’t make you feel any safer. No. because your boyfriend has taken it upon himself to form his own investigation, which now also includes you. Now investigating wiht Jughead is fun, but constantly sneaking around does have its toll. And for you, it’s your relationship. Spending time with Jughead is nice, but when all your focus is on Jason Blossom, your escape becomes your prison. In order to prevent yourself from feeling neglected, you took to drawing your emotions. Most of the time your sketches are of Jughead, with the one you’re currently sketching being no exception.

Art is to console those who are broken by life.

“Hey (Y/N),” jughead greets as he pulls out his laptop, starting to continue on his novel.

“Hey,” you both work in silence before Jughead notices something strange in your behaviour.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright?”

“Hmm? Oh, yea I’m alright.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he quirks an eyebrow at you in response. “I’ve just been worried lately,”

“About?”

“Jason Blossom.”

“Oh?”

“Yea, the more we investigate, the more this safe, homey town becomes the stuff of horror movies.”

“You know that I’m always by your side, you’re never alone.”

“Doesn’t stop the nightmares though,” you mumble.

“(Y/N), I love you. And even though there might be a killer on the loose I will always be there to protect you and if the nightmares keep haunting you, call me. Any time, any where, I will be there for you.” He pauses, looking out the window of the booth. “How about you and me have a movie night Friday, you and me at the Twilight and we can just relax and get our minds off of this whole ordeal. What do you say?”

Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.

Here you are waiting for Jughead after school for your movie night. You’ve got lollies stashed in your bag even though you know you guys will stop on the way to buy snacks. You spot a glimpse of the grey beanie that belongs to your boyfriend.

“Hey Juggy,” you smile, excited for the night’s events.

“Hey (N/N), ready to go?” You both start walking to the corner store hand-in-hand. After buying out almost the entire confectionary section of the store you both get settled into Jughead’s little bunker.

“So what should we start with first?” Jughead asks showing you all the options on Netflix.

“Hmmm…how about…The hunger games?” He looks at you before selecting the movie. You both get settled with you sitting in between his long legs and his head on your shoulder. Arms holding you protectively.

“I really do love you, you know,” he mumbles halfway through the movie. You go to look at him only to be met with his lips on yours.

“I love you too Juggy,” you breathlessly whisper after pulling away for air. He smiles at you before pecking your lips quickly and turning his attention back to the movie. You face the screen again as you lean back further into him, enjoying the rest of the movie night in his protective arms, glad you didn’t ruin this in a moment of weakness.

Love always brings difficulties, that is true, but the good side of it is that it gives energy.

A/N: Im so sorry its short, I don’t know what is going on with my writing today. I hope you enjoyed it!!

Y/N = Your name, N/N = nickname

Yes - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 2)


Part 1 

*Word Count 6,116

Love Is In The Air… Again? 

On again and off again couple, Y/N and Harry Styles are reportedly on again. The two were both in NYC last weekend, Styles for his appearance on SNL and Y/N for her show on her Y/Tour/Name Tour. Y/N was seen on Styles’ best mate, Nick’s snap chat in the SNL audience and fans took to twitter saying they saw Styles and his group of friends at Y/N’s show. 

It’s also rumored that Y/N’s newest song that she performed at that very concert was all about her rekindling a relationship with now Solo artist Harry Styles. 

We’ve reached out to both Harry and Y/N’s camp, but neither has responded to the rumors. 

One would guess we would just have to wait and see if our favorite Pop couple is once again a thing. 

**

You have had a long couple of days during your tour and since tonight was your off night, you decided just to have a quiet night in your hotel room. You put some candles on and some music before starting the water for a bath. You took off your robe and got into the water and closed your eyes. 

A few minutes later, your phone rang and you groaned. You reached over for it and saw that Harry was face timing you. You smirked and accepted the call. 

“Baby!” he smiled waving to you. “Wait, where are you?” 

You laughed. “I’m right here, hold on,” you said. “I’m in the tub, so I had to look a bit decent.” 

“Aw come on… You don’t have to do that,” he smirked. “I wouldn’t mind a little sneak peek.” 

You rolled your eyes turning the camera to face you. “You’re such a perv,” you joked. 

“It’s not pervy if you’re my girlfriend,” he smirked. 

“Whatever,” you giggled. “So, what have you been up to?” 

“I just finished rehearsing,” he said. “So, my voice is a bit gone, but it’s all good.” 

You nodded. “When do you have to record for the show?” 

“Um, it airs on Friday night, so sometime Thursday, I think,” he said. 

“Well, make sure you rest of your voice,” you said. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he laughed. 

“Did you that we’re trending again?” you asked. 

“Yeah, I did. My Mum called me and asked me about it,” he said. “I told her we spent time in New York and that we’re going to give ourselves a second chance.” 

“How did she react?” you asked. 

“I think she was a little hesitant at first, but then she asked me if this was what I really wanted and if being with you made me happy and when I told her it did and it is what I wanted more than anything, she said that was all that matters,”  he smiled. 

“Well, that’s good,” you smiled. “Especially since your mom hasn’t always liked me in the past.” 

“It wasn’t that she didn’t like you, she just didn’t like the situations surrounding our relationship,” he said. 

“Which is understandable,” you sighed. “Do you think you’re going to get asked about our relationship during the interview?” 

“I don’t know, maybe,” he said. “It’s only supposed to be a short interview so there might not be time for it, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there was though.”

“And if there is a question, what are you going to say?” You asked. 

“I’m not going to confirm our relationship,” he said. “I might just say we’re friends or something.” 

You nodded. “I think that’s best especially since we’ve only been back together for a few days. It’s one thing having the media and everyone speculating, but people actually knowing we’re together will cause a bit of a frenzy.” 

“And besides no one but us and our close friends and family need to know if we’re together or not,” he said. 

You smiled. “I miss you,” you sighed. 

“I know, it’s only been what three days since we saw one another and it feels like that didn’t even happen,” he sighed. 

“But you’re still coming at the end of the week, right?” You asked hopefully. 

“Yep. Since we finish recording the show on Thursday, I have a flight leaving on Friday morning,” he smiled.

“Really? So, you’ll be here Friday?” You asked. 

“Well, not there obviously, because you’ll be in Miami then, but yeah, we’ll be together on Friday,” he smiled. 

“I can’t wait!” you smiled. “And I can’t wait to go shopping!” 

“You’re waiting for me to go shopping?” He laughed. 

“No, I’m talking about going shopping for some things for when you get here,” you smirked. 

He looked at you confused and then it suddenly dawned on him. “Oh, OH, oh, now I really can’t wait for Friday to get here, especially looking at you right now,” he smirked. 

You giggled. “Well, I have a show Saturday Night and Sunday night, so that will give us a bit on Friday and all day Saturday and Sunday to enjoy each other and the sun,” you smirked. 

“We’ll there be any enjoying ourselves in the sun?” He said cocking his eyebrow. 

“Oh, of course. There will be swimming and be walking on the beach,” you smiled. “Oh and I’m sure we can rent some jet skis.” 

“That wasn’t exactly what I was implying, but okay.” he laughed. 

You giggled. “Don’t worry, they’ll be plenty of time for that.” 

“There better be,” he smirked. “We have lots to catch up on.” 

“Yes, we do,” you smiled. 

“I love you,” he whispered. “And I wish I was in that bath with you right now.”

“I do too, it’s been a bit lonely in this hotel,” you sighed dramatically. 

“Well, I’ll be there in a few days,” he smiled. 

“Can’t you just record your parts before Thursday and come now?” You pouted. 

“If I had that kind of power, I would already be on a plane to you right now,” he said. 

You smiled. “What time is it over there?” 

“Uh, just after 1 in morning,” he said. 

“Oh, well you better get in bed,” you said. 

“But I want to talk to you,” he whined. 

“I know, but you need your sleep,” you laughed. 

“Ugh, fine, fine,” he sighed. “You’re so bossy.” 

“You love me though,” you smirked. 

“That I do,” he smiled. 

You giggled. “I love you too.” 

“Night baby,” he whispered. 

“Night,” you smiled. 

**

It was the next day and Harry was going out to lunch with his sister. He had already told his Mom about the two of you, but he hadn’t told Gemma yet. He was a little more nervous about telling her than his Mom because there was actually a time where Gemma didn’t really like you with him. 

He never told you that and it was years ago, so hopefully, Gemma wouldn’t make a big deal about it. By the time Harry got there, Gemma was already there. She was typing away on her computer when he sat down. 

She looked up at him and finished what she was working on before putting her laptop away. 

“Finally,” he groaned dramatically. “So rude.” 

“Oh, piss off,” she laughed. “Anyway, how’s my baby brother doing.” 

“Great,” he said. 

“How was New York?” She asked. 

“It went well…” he coughed. 

“That wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain ex, would it?” She asked. 

He took a sip of his water and looked at the menu. 

“Don’t play coy with me,” she said. “The evidence is out there that you two were together at some point.” 

He sighed. “Yes, we were together in New York.” 

“Really?” She sighed. 

“Why are you saying it like that?” He asked. 

“Because you’ve been down that road plenty of times and it’s always ended the same,” she said. 

He sighed. “We’re in different places in our lives, Gem. It’s not going to end the same way.” 

“You’ve said that exact same thing the last two times you gave it a try with her,” she said. 

“Why don’t you like her?” He sighed. 

“It’s not that I don’t like her. Y/N and I were really close when you two first got together, but then I saw how your relationship with her was affecting you and how it hurt you were, so excuse me for not wanting to see you go through that again,” she said. 

“I get where you’re coming from and I don’t want to go through that ever again, but being without her in my life is just as painful if not more,” he sighed. “You don’t know what it’s like seeing all your friends or your sister being happy with their significant others and being in love. Or having to go home to an empty house every night and thinking about if you’re ever going to have someone to cook dinner with or open a bottle of wine and listen to music while sitting in front of the fire? And then you think about how you did have that, with that one person that you can’t get out of your fucking mind and heart because they’re the only one that you’ve ever felt anything with. Y/N, is my person and yeah, I’m scared as hell that it might not work out again, but at least I know that I gave it one more shot.” 

She sighed looking at him. “I know that you love her, and I know that she loves you. I’m not doubting that, but sometimes love isn’t enough and people aren’t meant to be.” 

“Wow,” he said shaking his head. “After everything I just told you, you’re really going to say something like that? I understand that you’re looking out for me and quite honestly I’m sure if roles were reversed, I would be the same way, but I would also support your decision if meant that you were happy.” 

“I do want you to be happy, but I also want you to really think this through and just not jump back into a relationship with someone that you haven’t even been around for over a year?” She said. 

“We’re not jumping into anything. Yes, she’s my girlfriend, but we’re taking things slow,” he said. 

“Then you didn’t sleep together in New York?” She asked. 

“That’s none of your business,” he said. 

“Damn it, Harry,” she sighed. 

“Who I have sex with is my decision,” he said. 

“I know, I know, but don’t you think it’s better to build your relationship emotionally instead of physically,” she said. 

“It’s not like we only have sex,” he sighed shaking his head. “Our relationship is more than that, it’s always been more than that.”

She sighed. “Okay, okay, I won’t say anything negative about Y/N or your relationship anymore. If you’re willing to give her another chance, then so am I,” she said. 

“That’s all I ask,” he sighed. 

**

You were now in Miami for the next few days and since Harry would be arriving tomorrow, you decided to go out shopping with your stylist, Maxy, and makeup artist, Manny, who were your best friends from over the years. 

“Not that I’m complaining, but what’s brought on this sudden shopping trip?” Maxy asked. 

“We’re in Miami, why wouldn’t we do a little shopping?” You said innocently. 

“Normally, I would accept that answer, but our shopping trips don’t usually involve purchasing new lingerie,”  she smirked holding up a red lacy see- through bra from the rack. 

“Girl, don’t you know? Y/N’s little boy toy is coming into town tomorrow for a few weeks,” Manny smirked. 

“He’s not my little boy toy, he’s my boyfriend,” you laughed looking through different options. “And I wanted to get some new things to wear to spice things up a bit.” 

“I didn’t realize that you and Harry were already official again,” Maxy said. “I mean, I know he was at the show and you two were quite on top of each other, but I didn’t know it was that serious again.” 

“It’s always been serious between me and Harry. After we first met initially, we only talked back and forth for about two weeks before we went out on our first date and then we became exclusive in a relationship after our third date,” you said. “If you know that you want to be with him, why should I wait a certain amount of time before we get back together.” 

“I don’t know, it just seems sort of fast, you know? You two were broken up and hadn’t spoken to one another in over a year, but then you meet up for one night and you’re already in a full blown committed relationship with him flying here to be with you,” she said. 

“I can see where you’re coming from, but it’s not like Harry was a one-night stand and now I’m in a relationship with him. We have history and we love each other, those feelings never went away even during our year apart, so to us it’s not like we’re rushing in or moving too fast,” you shrugged. “And honestly what’s so bad about us being together, we don’t want to see other people, so what’s wrong with already being exclusive.” 

“Nothing is wrong with it,” Manny said. “It’s your and Harry’s relationship and if you two love each other, that’s all that matters. We can tell you our thoughts or opinions, but at the end of the day as long as the two of you are happy and in love, then don’t worry about it.” 

“Thank you,” you smiled. 

“Now, that’s settled, let’s pick you out some things for your man to take off,” h smirked. 

You all laughed and finished looking through the store. Once you had a handful of lacy bra and underwear sets, you went back to the dressing room. As you were trying each set on, you smirked to yourself as you got a bit of an idea. You took a few pictures of yourself in the different sets. 

You went to your messages and clicked on Harry’s name. You picked a few pictures that you had just taken to send to him with, “Out shopping, which one is your favorite? ;)” as the message. 

You changed back into your clothes and grabbed the sets you tried on. 

“So, which ones are you getting?” Maxy asked. 

“Um, out of these probably the red, the black, and the dark purple,” you said. “ 

“Great choices!” Manny said. “He’s going to lose his shit when he sees you them.” 

You laughed. “He probably is already losing his shit. I might have snapped a few photos in the dressing room and sent him a bit of a sneak peek.” 

“Damn girl, I didn’t know you were the type to sext,” he gasped. 

“Usually, I’m not, mostly because of the whole like hacking and iCloud issues and things getting leaked, but there are ways around it. Especially, when you’re away from your significant other, it helps the time pass by a bit,” you smirked. 

“Ew. I don’t need that visual,” he said shaking his head. 

“Oh, but it’s perfectly fine picking out lingerie for me and talk about my sex life, but god forbid we talk me sexting with my boyfriend,” you giggled. 

“Oh my god, stop talking about it!” He laughed covering his ears. 

“Anyway, I’m going to go pay for these and then we can go get lunch,” you said. 

“Sounds good to me,” Manny said quickly.

**

Harry was finishing up his packing before he had to head to the studio to film for the Graham Norton show. He was literally counting down the hours until his flight would leave and he would be seeing you again. The conversation with his sister the other day had stuck with him a little bit and it made it wonder if she would ever really be happy that you and him were together. 

While it didn’t really matter to him about her opinion on you and your relationship, he still wanted his girl and his sister to get along. He heard his phone beep a few times, while he was packing, but he didn’t think anything of it. 

Once he zipped up his suitcase, he grabbed his phone from the bedside table and saw that you had sent him a few messages. He slid his finger to open and his eyes widen when he saw the pictures that you sent. 

“Bloody hell,” he mumbled to himself. 

“Out shopping, which is your favorite? ;)” he read the text along with your pictures. 

How was he supposed to choose just one? You looked fucking amazing in every single one of those and all he wanted to do was see you in them before he ripped them off of you. As he continued to stare at the pictures, it was obvious that a bit of a problem was growing. 

“Damn it, Y/N!” He typed into his phone. 

“What?” You sent back with an innocent looking emoji. 

“You know very well, what I’m talking about. You can’t just send me photos of you half naked looking fucking amazing without some sort of warning.”

“What? I was just asking for your opinion, but it’s nice to know that I looked good in all of them.”

“Of course you did! Please tell me you bought them all?”

“Nope, not gonna say, which or how many I bought. That’s something you’re going to have to wait and see.”

“But…but..but,” he sent with a pouty face. 

“You can whine all you want, but it’s not going to happen. Patience is a virtue.”

“Fuck patience, I want to know! It’s the least you could do since you’ve got me all hot and bothered over here! Did you forget that I’m going to filming a show in like two hours? I’m gonna have a fucking hard on and it’s all your fault!” 

“It’s not my fault you’re like a horny teenager.”

“Only for my beautiful, sexy, amazing, gorgeous, hot, girlfriend who I love more than anything in the world.” 

“You’re so sweet, but buttering me up is not going to work on me telling you which ones I bought.”

“I’m offended that you think I was trying to butter you up into getting what I want.”

“I’ve known you for almost 5 years, Styles, I know how you get when you want something.”

“And what I want is you…” 

“Tomorrow you can have me all day and night…”

“Fucking… You’re not helping my situation.”

“Maybe, I should let you go take care it before your big show.”

“Or you could help me take care of it… Video Chat?”

“I’d love too… but I’m out to lunch right now and I’m quite sure others around us wouldn’t be too keen on that type of video chatting.” 

“Damn it! Well, in that case, I’m gonna go have a nice cold shower. I’ll call you after the recording.” 

“Looking forward to it, and you never know you might get another little sneak peek then too ;)” 

“You’re having fun with this aren’t you?” 

“Loads.” 

“What am I going to do with you?” 

“Anything you want. ;)” 

“Okay. Cold Shower is definitely happening now.” 

“Sorry! ;) Talk to you later! I love you and you’re going to do great tonight!” 

“Thanks, baby and I love you too!” 

**

Harry was at the taping of the Graham Norton and as he sat in the dressing room with his parents, he wasn’t as nervous as he had been for SNL, but he still had a bit of nervousness. 

“You’re going to do great,” Anne smiled. “I’m so proud of you.” 

“Thanks, Mum,” he smiled. 

“So, how are things going with you and Y/N?” She asked. 

“Great,” he smiled. “You know I’m flying out to see her tomorrow morning right?” 

“Yes, I know,” she laughed. “I think that’s the real reason you have that stupid smile on your face.” 

He blushed. 

“It makes me so happy to see you happy,” she smiled. “This is all I’ve ever wanted for you and Gemma,” she sniffed. “And now you’re performing your own music that you’re so proud of and you’re with someone that you love and I’ve never seen you this happy before.” 

“Mum,” he laughed hugging her. “Why are you crying?” 

“Because I’m your Mum and that’s what I do.” she laughed dabbing her eyes. 

“Mum, you’re gonna make me cry,” he laughed rubbing her back. 

“Okay, I’ll stop. I’ll stop,” she said. 

He laughed kissing her head. One of the show’s producers peek their heads into the room, “The show starts in a few minutes,” she said. 

 “We better get to our seats,” Robin said. 

Harry nodded and hugged his mom one more time before they both left. He was alone in the room, except for his band. They were all trying to get into the zone for their performance that was coming up. 

It was a little more than halfway through the show when it was time for Harry to perform. After he nailed his performance, they brought him out onto the interview stage with the other guests. 

“Harry, Harry, welcome, you did a fabulous job,” Graham said. 

“Thank you,” Harry smiled. 

“So, we’re going to do this little game that we did with one of our guests last week and we’re going to talk about some of the craziest rumors about you and we’re just going to go off of your facial expression,” he said. 

“This could be fun,” he laughed. 

“Yeah, and there’s going to be camera zoomed in on your face,” he added. 

“Oh, god,” Harry laughed sitting up. 

“Okay, is it true that you took a carrot cake to a Fleetwood Mac concert?” He asked. 

Harry smirked and laughed. “I did, I didn’t take a carrot cake to a Fleetwood Mac concert. I like carrot cake,” he shrugged. 

“And Fleetwood Mac, hopefully,” Graham said. 

“Love,” he laughed. 

Graham continued to ask about different rumors and so far they were all easy, until the very last one. 

“Now, this next rumor is quite recent,” he said. “And is it true that you and Y/N have rekindled a bit of a romance.” 

Harry tried so hard to keep a straight a face and he did good for the most part, but then a little smile broke through before it went back to straight face. 

“Oh! That’s a yes, that’s definitely a yes,” one of the guests laughed pointing to him. 

“I didn’t say that,” Harry said. 

“You didn’t have too,” he joked. 

Harry coughed and sat back with a smirk. 

“Well, we’re out of time, thank you to our guests for joining us tonight and thank you to Harry Styles for performing his new single,” he said. 

Harry smirked and stuck his head into the view of the camera giving it a wave. 

**

It was the day Harry would be arriving. You didn’t have plans that day, so you used it to get ready for his arrival. You picked up your clothes that covered the floor and put them away. You went into the bathroom and tided up your hair and makeup products a bit and then you took a quick shower to freshen up and shave your legs and what not. You pulled out your candle stash and put them throughout the room, but away from the curtains and other possible flammable items. 

You then went over to the shopping bag from yesterday and tried to decide on which one you would wear. You decided on wearing the red lace one and quickly put it on before putting your robe on. You then went and fixed your hair a bit and put on a little bit of makeup. 

You knew that you didn’t have to put this much trouble into it, but you wanted to make it a little more romantic setting than just a random hotel room. You looked at the clock and saw that Harry should be arriving within the hour. 

You felt that nervous-excited feeling in the pit of your stomach. Seeing him this time was different than New York because you knew where the two of you stood and it wasn’t a short visit. You would actually have more than a few hours to be together. 

You kept pacing around the room as you waited. It felt like Christmas morning or the night before your birthday. You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard a knock on the door. You were sure it wasn’t Harry because he wasn’t supposed to be landing until about now and it would take a while to get here from the airport. You tightened the knot on your robe and walked over to the door and opened it. 

Harry was standing there with his bags in his hand and a huge smile on his face. 

“Oh! What are you doing here so early?” You smiled. 

“Where you expecting someone else?” He asked. 

“Of course not, I’m glad that you’re here, I just thought you wouldn’t be in for another hour,” you said. 

“I was able to get an earlier flight,” he smiled. “Can I come in or is your other boyfriend in there?” he joked. 

“Don’t worry. He snuck down the balcony,” you giggled. “So, come on in.” 

He smiled walking in the door and putting his bags and guitar on the floor. 

“Now, come here,” he said pulling you to him after you close the door. 

You giggled wrapping your arms around him and he holds you close to him, kissing your head. 

“God, I’ve missed you,” he whispered. 

“I’ve missed you too,” you smiled. “These last four days were torture.” 

“I know, especially with you teasing me,” he laughed. 

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it,” you smirked. 

“That’s the problem, I loved it,” he laughed. 

You smiled. “Well, we have plenty of time to make up for it,” you whispered leaning up to kiss him. 

He smiled into the kiss bringing you closer to him as he deepens it. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you stood on your tip toes. After a bit, you pulled away. 

“No offense, but you smell like an airplane,” you laughed. 

“Is that your way of telling me I stink?” He pouted. 

“Pretty much, yep,” you giggled. 

“I guess I’ll jump in the shower really quick, wanna join?” he smirked. 

“Normally, I would, but I spent a good amount of time on this look and I’d hate to ruin it in the shower,” you said. 

“You know you don’t have to get all done up to impress me or anything,” he said. 

“I know, but I wanted to look nice,” you smiled. “Now, go and shower.” 

“Ugh, fine,” he said grabbing his toiletry bag. “I’ll be out in a few,” he said kissing you quickly and going into the bathroom. 

While Harry was in the shower, you lit all the candles and put on some music. You had some champagne brought to the room and you opened it to pour two glasses. You also had some fruit sent up as well. You set everything up and lowered the lights. 

The shower turned off and a few minutes later, he came out wrapped in a towel. He looked around at the candles and smiled. 

“Someone’s trying to be romantic,” he smirked walking over to you. 

“Well, I figured it would be nice to have a nice night in without feeling rushed,” you smiled handing him a glass of champagne. 

“A romantic night in sounds amazing,” he smiled. 

You grabbed the plate of fruit and climbed on the bed. Harry smiled joining you and laying next to you before grabbing a strawberry. 

“So, how did the show go?” You asked. 

“It went well. I had so much fun,” he smiled. “And the performance was amazing if I do say so myself.” 

“I’m sure you did great,” you smiled. “What about the interview?” 

“Really short, but we played this little game about asking about rumors about me and they zoomed in on my face. Most of them were ridiculous, but then they mentioned about us and I tried to keep a straight face, I really did, but I broke a bit and recovered quickly, but everyone was taking that as a yes,” he laughed. 

“Way to go,” you joked. 

“What? I’m not good at lying!” he laughed. 

“Apparently,” you said. 

“I’m just happy,” he smiled. 

“So am I,” you smiled. “Happier than I’ve been in a long time.” 

“Same here,” he said. “So, I told Gemma about us.” 

“How did she react?” you asked. 

“Not good at first,” he admitted. “She just kept bringing up our past and how it doesn’t seem like a good idea that we’re getting back together. And that she didn’t want to see me get hurt again, but I told her about how much I loved you and how happy being with you made me and she eventually decided that she would support my decision.” 

You sighed downing the rest of your champagne. 

“Hey,” he said taking your hand. “It’s okay, she’ll come around.” 

“I hope so,” you sighed. “We used to be really close, she was like my best friend, but then everything changed.” 

“Well, hopefully, the longer we’re together, the more you two can work on your friendship,” he smiled. 

“I’d like that,” you smiled. 

“You know what I’d like?” he smirked leaning closer to you. 

“What?” You asked. 

“Some of those kiwis,” he smirked leaning over you and grabbing some slices off the plate. 

You laughed. “Didn’t you eat on the plane?” 

“Yeah, but I’m still hungry,” he smirked. 

“We can order some food you know,” you laughed. 

“Nope. I don’t have time for that,” he said. 

“Oh, really?” You asked. “Why not?” 

“Because” he smirked pulling you on top of him. “We have things to do.” 

You giggled looking down at him. You tucked your hair behind your ear and leaned down to kiss him. He deepened the kiss as soon as you lips touched and put his hands on your hips as you straddled him. 

As you kissed him, you moved your hips a little causing him to let out a moan against your lips. He ran his hands up and down your thighs before sitting you both up. 

“Let’s see what’s under this, shall we?” he smirked pulling away and untying your robe. 

“I have a feeling you’re really going to like it,” you smirked. 

He let the sides of your robe fall and he pushed the robe off of your shoulders. 

“Fuck,” he whispered. “I see you got the red one.” 

“I did,” you smirked. “What do you think?” 

“I think I want to see more of it.” he smirked. 

You giggled getting off his lap to stand up next to the bed. He was staring at you with both lust and admiration. You smirked and turned around to show him the back. 

“Fucking hell,” he mumbled. “Now, get back over here.” 

You laughed as he pulled you back over him. He kissed your stomach and ran his hand over your bum. “You’re so beautiful,” he said with a kiss along your stomach. “And sexy,” he whispered with a kiss over the tops of your chest. “And fucking gorgeous,”  he whispered against your neck. “And funny,” he smirked kissing along your shoulder. “And talented,” he whispered. “And nice. And the best person I know. And did I mention beautiful?” 

You nodded. “You did.” 

He nodded turning back around you face you. “And you’re mine,” he whispered before pulling you in for a kiss. 

**

Later that night, Harry laid his head on your chest. You smiled playing with his hair. 

“I love you,” you whispered. 

He turned his head to look up at you. “I love you too, baby.” 

“So, we should probably order some dinner,” you laughed. “I’m starving.” 

He laughed. “Me too, but I don’t wanna move. Your boobs are the best pillows,” he smirked. 

“Oh my god,” you laughed. 

“What? It’s true,” he said. 

You giggled. “Remember that time after we first started dating and you were at backstage at my show and you didn’t realize I was changing, so you walked into my dressing room and you stood there forever before you realized I was a bit naked and then you tried to leave the room super fast and ended up running into the wall,” 

“Oh god, that was so painful,” he laughed. “I had a huge bruise on my forehead for weeks and the entire show, I kept thinking about you and I felt so bad because we obviously hadn’t taken that next step yet.” 

“Yeah, you were so embarrassed,” you giggled. “It was cute though.” 

He laughed. “I was just trying not to think about it so I didn’t pop a boner.” 

“Aww,” you laughed. 

He smiled. “You know this right here is what I think I missed the most about us being apart,” he said. “Just laying here and talking. Just being together.” 

“We used to do this all the time,” you nodded. “We would just stay in and be together. I think that’s why we grew so close because we didn’t always go out for fancy dinners or a night out at the club. We were both fine with just having a quiet night in watching movies or something.” 

“Among other things,” he smirked looking up at you. 

“That’s true,” you laughed. “Can you hand me the phone? I’m gonna call in an order.” 

He groaned dramatically before reaching over for the phone and handing it to you. 

You dialed the number for room service and waited for the to pick up. While you waited to place the order, Harry smirked to himself and started kissing down your stomach. 

You gave him a look and he looked back at you innocently. 

“Oh, hi, I would like to place a dinner order to be delivered,” you said. 

“Okay, whenever you’re ready,” they said on the other line. 

Harry had now disappeared under the sheets and was kissing your thighs. 

“Stop it,” you whispered pulling the phone away from you. 

You felt him smirk against your thigh and you rolled your eyes. 

“I need two cheeseburgers with everything and fries. I would like a bowl of the house salad with the dressing on the side,” you said. 

Harry smirked while he moved your legs apart a bit and kisses his way your thigh. 

You gasp and pull the phone away from you. “I’m on phone,” you gasp. 

He shrugged and you groaned. 

“Okay, so two cheeseburgers with everything, fries, a bowl of house salad with dressing on the side, and would you like more champagne?” They asked. 

You were holding back a moan as you listened to them list off the order. 

“Ah…yeah…that’s uh… fine,” you mumbled out. 

“Great. Everything will be delivered in about twenty minutes,” they said. 

“Sounds….Good,” you said before throwing the phone to the side. 

Harry sneaked out from under the sheets and looked at you. 

“What the hell was that?” You asked. 

“Nothing… Nothing at all,” he smirked. 

You playfully glared at him. “Well, you better finish where you left off with that nothing.” 

“Don’t mind if I do,” he smirked. 

**

By the time, you two had finished a quick round of fooling around there was a knock on the door. You quickly rolled off of Harry, who got up from the bed and wrapped the sheet around his waist before walking over to get the door. He took the cart of food from the guy and gave him a tip before thanking him and closing the door. 

“Food!” You laughed putting Harry’s shirt on. 

“Did I say you could borrow that?” He asked bringing the food over to the bed. 

“Didn’t have too. I’m pretty sure I bought it for you a few years ago and it looks better on me anyway,” you smirked. 

“Damn, you didn’t have to mean about it,” he whined. “But yeah, it does look pretty good on you.” 

You laughed and grabbed your plate of food and put some of the salad on the another plate. 

“Want some water?” He asked. 

You nodded and he grabbed two bottles and handed one to you. 

“Thank you,” you smiled giving him a kiss. 

After you both ate, you laid down on the bed and turned on a movie. Harry wrapped his arms around you and held you to his chest. You smiled as you cuddled into him and he kissed the top of your head. You two spent the rest of the night watching a movie before finally falling asleep. 


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Sleepover - Philip Hamilton x Reader

Part 2

Time period: Modern 

Word count: 1120

Ship: Philip hamilton x reader

warnings: Slight innuendo???? (Jic)

Originally posted by i-hope-that-you-burrn


You had just got in bed when you heard a tapping on your window. You pulled the covers over your head and started to shake when there was more tapping.

You froze as your window creaked and started to panic when you remembered that your phone was charging on the other side of the room.

There was a light thud and you cautiously peeked out behind your covers, ready to grab whatever was closest and attack. Relief washed over you as you made out curly hair and freckles through the dim lamp lighting.

“philip, what the hell are you doing?” you whisper-yelled at your best friend.

He got up and placed his backpack on the foot of your bed. “Leave it to you to be going to bed at 7:30 on a friday night, Y/N.” he chuckled “You’re so lame.”

You grabbed a pillow and chucked it at him, causing him to smile and catch it with ease.

“How did you even get up here philip? I live on the second story.” you asked.

“Have you seen my ridiculously gorgeous hair? I Rapunzel-ed my way up here.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. “Philip you know that not how Rapunzel worked, right? Rapunzel was the one in the tower-”

“I’d like to reiterate my last statement,” he walked over to you and booped your nose. “You are so lame, Y/N.”

Walking back to his bag he pulled out a few movies and snacks before making his way to your laptop and grabbing it.

“And what do you think you are doing, Philip Hamilton?” you scolded as he brought your laptop over to the bed like he owned the damn thing.

“look , you’ll thank me tomorrow for not letting you have a sucky Friday night like the amazing friend I am.” he scoffed, maneuvering himself over you, and onto your bed.

You prayed that the darkness would mask your blush as he straddled you for a brief second. You were beyond thankful that your parents were away for the weekend or they would have heard him for sure.

He popped the movie in and you looked at your best friends face. His features were almost godlike and his cheeks looked as if they were sculpted out of marble. He was easily one of the most attractive guys in your senior class, and you wondered why he wasn’t spending his Friday night with the ‘pretty people’ of your school. It’s not like you had anything against them, they were nice to everyone for the most part, but you were just such a plain Jane compared to them.

“You didn’t have to waste your Friday night with me, you know.” you spoke softly under your breath. You prayed that he didn’t hear you but he looked a little angry as he kept fiddling away on your computer.

“Y/N, any time i spend with you is my choice, and nowhere near a waste.” he spoke, never taking his eyes of the screen.

He sighed as the menu of some Disney movie popped up and looked to you. “Y/N I genuinely enjoy spending time with you, okay?” he said, his eyes searching your own. “I like that I can be real around you. You don’t care about status or material things, you are so important to me.”

That shut you up.

Half way into Lilo and Stitch, Philip had somehow found himself under your covers in your small bed.

“I’m so sweaty!” Philip cried out dramatically, spreading his limbs out to try and take up all the space available on your bed.

“Ew! Philip first of all you’re taking up so much room, second of all, just get out from underneath the covers!” you said, grossed out.

He pouted. “You think I’m nauseating because I’m sweaty Y/N?”

You nodded, faking a gagging noise. He smirked and took off his shirt engulfing you in a tight, sweaty hug.

You squealed and fell out of the bed.

He leaned over the edge peering down at you as some of his wild hair stuck to his forehead, the rest coming down in untamed curly tendrils. He began to laugh, so you decided to pull a prank on him and not get up or respond.

After a few seconds of silence on your end, his eyes widened and he hopped down from your bed, grabbing your face. “Oh god, Y/N, are You okay? I didn’t mean to-” you cut him off with laughter.

“I hate you!“ he cried. “I was genuinely worried!”

“Shoulda’ thought about that before you made me smell like a gross sweaty man.” you chided.

A devilish smirk appeared on his face and he took advantage of your current position, attacking your sides with his fingers.

You howled with laughter as he tickled you.

“Mercy! Mercy!” You yelled between laughter.

The tickling slowed down and you became all too aware of your very shirtless, very attractive best friend hovering above you.

You sat up with a sigh and tutted. “What am I going to do with you, Philip?”

“Finish watching the movie with me?” he suggested sheepishly.

“Excuses, excuses, Mr. Hamilton.” you said, imitating your homeroom teacher, who loved to pick on Philip.

The two of you regained your spot on the bed and put the movie back to where it was before the whole previous ordeal.

As the movie dragged on, Philip had eaten all the snacks and was wide awake.

You on the other hand, were dozing off easily, and started to slide down into your bed.

You barely remember waking up briefly with your head on philips bare stomach and a hand grazing through your hair.

“Y/N,” he spoke softly to himself as you pretended to still be asleep. “Even if you haven’t fallen in love with me like I you, I’ll still stay by your side no matter- No no no, that’s too cheesy.” he sighed and continued to softly stroke your hair before letting out a soft frustrated groan. “Y/N, how do you have this power over me?” You couldn’t catch the rest of his rambling, because you began to nod off again.

The next time you awoke, soft morning light streamed through your curtains. You snuggled into your pillow, when a deep snore resonated through it.

That’s not a pillow noise, you thought abruptly.

You tried to pull away, embarrassed, but a long pair of arms kept you in place and pulled you tighter.

You glanced behind you at the clock.

6:47 am.

You decided you could use your pillow for a little longer, and snuggled into him once more.

You could leave reason until you had fully woken up.

Sparks Chapter 17

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team

Word Count: 5.1K

Summary: So I totally got this from New Girl 2x15 when they played True American, the drinking game. Drunk Steve and Bucky being cute. Sam, Wanda, Nat, Cho, & Everyone locking y/n and Bucky in her bedroom until they kiss. Spoiler they finally kiss.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendshipand then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 50,000 words. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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Perspective

Written by: @roseymama

Rated K

Prompt 10: A coworker of one that is a friend of the other tries to set Katniss and Peeta up not knowing that they are already dating. [submitted by @booksrockmyface]

SummaryMadge sets up Katniss on a date because she’s unsure about her “boyfriend”. Turns out Peeta Mellark is the perfect guy to help Katniss put things in perspective.

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Assumptions (M)

Yoongi assumes and you make him a deal. He agrees.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word count: 2.2k 

A/N it’s smut, my first smut wow. so ye it’s pretty vanilla, since it’s my first i gotta play it safe. but yeah i’ve been wanting to write smut for a while and here it finally is (if I’m gonna post this) and it’s with Yoongi… duh. and ofc it ends with fluff bc who doesn’t love fluff. so, uhm, have fun reading and tell me what you thought of it? It’s my first pls be soft on me lol.btw use protection kids!

Warnings/contains: riding, cream pie, bruising, teasing (only a bit), hair tugging.

Originally posted by parkejimins

You lean into your boyfriend’s chest when the after credits appear on the screen of your television. It’s a friday night and you and Yoongi are sitting in your living room in your apartment, snuzzy snuggled against each other. He came to your house earlier because you had texted him you felt lonely. Not 30 minutes later he was already knocking on your door smiling at you as you open the door. He probably had something else in mind, though, something more heated. Because when he arrived, he had a surprised look on his face seeing you holding multiple DVD cases. It seemed he had assumed wrong and it appeared you just wanted to watch a movie with him. When you heard he hadn’t seen your favourite movie yet, as it was one of the DVDs you were holding, you gasped. You quickly grabbed his hand to drag him to the couch to watch it. He struggled - of course he did - but when you told him you had a proposition he quieted down.

“I promise we’ll do what you assumed I wanted after, but first you’re going to sit still and watch this with me. We got a deal here?” you had asked and Yoongi agreed disgruntledly making you grin and peck his cheek. You knew you had power over him. Your friends never cease to tell you that he’s obviously weak for you. You’ll never deny that you’re proud of it, because you are. Yoongi may look unapproachable to people but he’s actually the softest being. Well, to you at least. To others he could be a jerk, but never to you. You grin to yourself at the thought.

“Did you like it?” you mutter as you lay with your head on his chest and you can hear the calming sound of his heart. He hums a “yeah” and kisses the top of your head lazily. You smile in satisfaction and move your body slightly to be able to softly kiss him on his lips. You rest your forehead against his’, smiling at him softly.

“So, what were you expecting when you got here after I texted you?” You ask him teasingly. He grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap making you straddle him. You giggle and automatically place your arms around his neck.

“Something more, you know, sexual?” Yoongi offers with a snort and you laugh. Of course he did.

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My North Star (pt 4)

Originally posted by eyomo


A/N: I got around to writing part four tonight! I hope you all like it. There no way in hell that this is going to be finished by part 5, because I’m thinking of at least another three parts. BUT Let me know if you want a part 5, otherwise I’m not going to continue to write!

Summary: You have been in love with your best friend, the one constant in your life, for as long as you can remember. But what happens when the new girl comes along? And a new guy, who’s pining for your heart.

Length: 3563 words omg sorry not sorry. I’ll make the rest of the parts shorter 

Previous parts: part 1 part 2 part 3

Genre: angst, romance, fluff.

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House of Cards: Chapter 3 (M)

Taehyung, You, Jungkook

Genre: Smut, a little angst, slightly fluffy

Warning: Cheating. Please avoid if this is not for you.

Word count: 5,020 words

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3

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The neighbours were definitely wondering why you were doing a spring cleaning in the middle of November, the sounds of you vacuuming the entire house breaking the silence of the normally quiet Friday afternoons. You had left work a little early to clean your apartment, even though there was not much to be done since you always kept the place spick and span. First impressions are important and from the short conversation you’ve had with Jungkook earlier, you’d deducted that he seemed like a nice guy, so you were eager to have him move in. Especially since no one else had answered to your ad.

The house was perfectly tidy, nothing out of place and not a speck of dust to be found anywhere. Brushing your hands happily, you took the small bag of trash and opened the front door to get rid of it. You were greeted by the back of a young man leaning against the railing in front of your house. The rattle of the door opening caused him to turn around in surprise to face you. You were not sure if your gaping mouth was due to the astonishment at finding someone outside your house, or if it was amazement at facing someone so good-looking.

A moment of silence passed as the two of you stared at each other, then the man said, “Are you y/n?”

“Yes,” you confirmed. “And you are…”

“Jungkook,” he finished your sentence for you. “I was the one who called you earlier.” He started to offer his hand for a handshake but you shook your head and held up the bag of trash to show him the reason you had to decline the offer. “Oh, let me take care of that for you.”

Eyes wide open at his words, you shook your head and jerked the bag away. “No, I can’t let you do that!” Without thinking, you had engaged this handsome man in a bizarre contest of getting the trash. He reached for the plastic bag, his hand following it as you twisted and moved to get it away from him. His reflexes were a lot better than yours, and in no time the trash was in his hand and his body had trapped yours against the wall beside your door.

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