yeah i took the picture with my phone so what

He Was Right

Request:  Reader is close to the glee club and has gone to school with them since freshman year) Sebastian left his phone at the Lima Bean and someone from the glee club found it. They look through it to see pics of reader and Seb like kissing each other, hugging and cute pics that you would have of your significant other. They ask him about it only to find him and reader talking about date plans and the glee Club finding out when he realizes that he left his phone at the Lima Bean. The entire glee club enters the room and tells them the gig’s up. They confess and the glee club accepts it. - @irony-is-my-life

Pairing: Sebastian Smythe x Reader

Notes: So I made a few changes. I hope you don’t mind. It’s late and not very well written. I’m sorry if it’s not your favorite. You can always request another one, though. My ask is always open. Also everyone’s a lil bit OOC.


Bells jingled and laughter poured into the local cafe called the Lima Bean. “And then Finn tripped over his books and slid down the hall!” Rachel was giggling through her retelling of an incident with an unsuspecting student and a distracted Finn walking the halls of McKinley. “Hey. I think it was a pretty graceful dive. I only tripped three other people.” Rachel, Finn, Blaine, Kurt, Santana and Artie were making a stop at the Lima Bean to get a little recharged before the weekend was over.

“Hey guys, I’ll catch up in a minute.” “Alright Finn. Don’t be long,” Rachel smiled.

Striding over to the bathroom, something caught his eye before he made it to the door. ‘Someone left their phone here. That’s rough.” Finn thought to himself. ‘I wonder who’s it is.’ Thinking he was doing the right thing, he started looking through the phone and opened up the photos app since it was the first thing he saw. Scrolling through the pics, the screen was filled with red, black and white. Finn cringed as the Warbler symbol flashed across the phone. About ready to just turn the phone in to the cashier, a familiar face caught his eye.. ‘(y/n)?’

“Hey guys!” Finn yelled as he approached his friends. “Oh there you are, Finn. We were wondering what took you.” Artie scrutinized his fellow singer. “You’ll never believe what I found.” Finn had everyone’s attention now.

“Well? What is it?” Santana. Always one to be straight to the point. “I found this phone sitting at a deserted table and so I tried to figure out who it might belong to. So I started looking through their photos-”

“Hold on, hold on,” Santana interrupted. “You tried to find someone’s identity by looking through their pictures?” “Where did you possibly find that knowledge?” Kurt questioned. “Never mind that. Look who’s in the pictures.”

Finn showed the group the picture of (y/n). “So it (y/n)’s phone? Big deal.” Santana stared at Finn as if he grew another head, completely confused.

“Yeah, no. It’s a Warbler’s phone. See?” He then showed them the Warbler symbol. “Let me see that,” Blaine took the phone and started swiping. “..holy crap. I think I might puke. Oh gosh!”

“Blaine! What is it?” Everyone hollered at their raven haired friend. Saying nothing, he held up the phone. Cue collective gasp.

*At Dalton Academy*

“Okay guys. Here’s the plan. We go in and confront that sniveling snake about what he thinks he’s doing with our (y/n). Then we use whatever means necessary to keep him away from our baby.” Santana sneered at the thought of Smythe. “Agreed.” All were in agreement then.

Storming up the stairs of the school, the group made their way to the Warbler’s practice room. Sneaking up to the door, the singers heard voices conversing inside. “Good. Okay. They’re in there. Let’s go.” Finn was ready to ‘talk’ to Sebastian. “Hold up a second,” Artie spoke. “I think.. there’s a girl’s voice..”

Everyone crowded the door, trying to hear. “-last time. Maybe we could hit up the ice cream parlor then head on over to the beach?” “Really? Seb, don’t you think that they’d see us?” “Come on, babe. I want to show you off. I really don’t care about your friends seeing us. In fact, it’d be a good thing. Maybe I can prove to them that it’s a good thing we’re together. I really love you and I’m sure they’ll be able to see that. Even if they don’t want to.” Sebastian had been trying to convince you to tell the New Directions for a while now. Everything he said was either shot down or flat out ignored. You really did care about Sebastian, but it’d be so hard for you if your friends, best friends, disapproved of your relationship.

“Sebastian. I know you really want to tell them.. it’s just,” you heaved a sigh loud enough for your eavesdropping friends to hear. “It’s just that if they didn’t approve of us, if they didn’t like us together, if they’d tried to break us apart.. it would kill me. I love you so much, but they might not love us together. They’re still my friends. My family. I just don’t think I’m ready.”

From the other side of the door, your friends were looking at each other like they were thoroughly disappointed with themselves, not you. “I can’t believe (y/n) feels like she can’t trust us with this. I feel so.. terrible,” Blaine was completely distraught that you felt that way.

“I know. We reacted so harshly when we found out, though. No wonder she felt like she couldn’t tell us. Ugh! I feel like a terrible friend,” Rachel was almost in tears now. “Hey, we all feel horrible. She’s our baby girl and we can’t have her feeling like we won’t support any decision she makes. Even if it is to date that..” Kurt stops as he sees his friends giving him wary looks. “..that great..singer..”

They all looked at each other in confirmation and pushed open the grand doors. Both heads inside snapped up to the intruders. “Guys? Wh-wh-what are you doing here?” Panic was evident in your eyes. Sebastian discreetly took your hand in his, the action not going unnoticed.

“We know, (y/n),” Artie spoke up. “Y-You do? Know what exactly?” “That you and this.. male are dating,” Santana cringed. “We found his phone at the Lima Bean and saw.. pictures,” Kurt visibly shuddered.

With a defeated sigh, you flopped onto the couch. “I’m so sorry, you guys. It’s just..”

“Yeah. We know, baby girl. I must admit we didn’t react well at first, but hearing what you just said.. we feel awful, sweetheart,” Kurt sympathized. “That was never my goal. I really do care a lot for Sebastian and if you all would try and keep me from being with him, it would tear me apart.”

Artie wheeled forward. “We know (n/n). We realize that now and we’re going to try and be supportive. Just as long as he gives us a reason not to.” He have a pointed look in Sebastian’s direction. “R-really? Oh my gosh! Thanks you guys! You won’t regret it, trust me.” “Yeah we better not,” Santana eyed Sebastian.

Sebastian took your hand. “I’m really thankful for this, you guys. (Y/n) means everything to me. So much so I’d give up singing to keep her. I’ll do my absolute best to keep her happy.”

You grinned up at him. You were short, okay? Besides, it doesn’t help he’s a freaking giant. “Keep her happy and we won’t make you quit singing,” Blaine stated. “But if you fail. You will suffer the consequences,” Santana added.

“I agree wholeheartedly. Besides, if I ever did anything to hurt my- our little (y/n), I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

The New Directions looked at each other and silently agreed. “Have fun kids,” Santana said. “Keep it classy,” Kurt added. After hugging all of them and Sebastian surprisingly shaking the guys’ hands and getting his phone back, they took their leave.

“Well. That went better than expected.” “See? I told you they’d be cool,”  Sebastian said with a smirk. “You really like being right, don’t you?” you asked. “I like being right about us.” With a wink and kiss, neither of you could stop beaming.

Yes - A Harry Styles One Shot

**Almost 6,400 words! Enjoy!! :) 

You placed the cap back on your red lipstick and put in your makeup bag. You gave yourself another look over in the mirror and took a deep breath. You had no clue as to what the night might bring, all you knew was that you were going to be seeing someone that you had seen in a really long time. 

Not that you didn’t want to see them, it was just that you were on tour and they were working on their own thing, so there wasn’t really time to see one another. 

And that was always the problem. Well, one of the problems. See, you had been in love with someone for years, but there was always shit getting in the way preventing the two of you from being together. 

It’s not like you hadn’t tried, it’s just that all those tries failed. Eventually, you two just decided to be friends because it just wasn’t meant to be anything more. 

Or so you thought. 

**

Harry paced backstage of Saturday Night Live. He had so many emotions going through his mind at that moment. He was both nervous and excited, and not just because of the show or his performance. But because he had invited you to come. 

When he reached out to you about coming to see him in New York, he was worried that you wouldn’t come. He was always worried that maybe, you were with someone else. 

Harry never moved on from you. His heart still ached for you. He wished things in the past were different, but he couldn’t go back and change them, but he could hope for a better future. 

By working on his solo material, Harry realized that if he really wanted something, he needed to go for it and make it happen. He couldn’t just sit around and wait for it to come because there was always a chance it wouldn’t. 

“How are you feeling about tonight?” Jeff asked while Harry was getting his hair done. 

“I’m alright,” he said from the makeup chair. “I’m just ready to get out there.” 

“Is Y/N coming?” He asked. 

Harry looked over at him when he said your name. “Yeah, she is. She has a show tomorrow night at MSG, so she’s in town and said she would come.” 

“Do you think anything is going to happen between the two of you or are you  strictly going to be friends?” Jeff smirked. 

Harry sighed. He had no clue. Looking back at all of your meetings in the past, things usually ended up in either your bed or his. It was hard not to, when you two who wanted to be together, hardly ever could. But tonight, was the first night in ages that you two had seen or even spoken really. And the last time was the two of you saying to just be friends. 

All Harry did know was that he couldn’t wait to see you and that maybe there was some hope that you two could find a way to be together. 

**

When your car arrived at the studio, you were shown to your seat and you noticed a familiar face. It was Nick, one of Harry’s best friends from London, plus you had been on Nick’s radio show plenty of times. 

“Oi, look at little miss Y/N,” he smirked walking over to you and giving you a hug. “How have you been? How’s tour going?” 

You laughed. “It’s going well, but I’m exhausted. I’ve been on this tour for over a year.” 

“Damn, it has been that long hasn’t it?” he asked. 

“Yeah, it has. I’m honestly ready to just take like a month long vacation,” you laughed. 

“Can I come with? I can just pre-record a shit ton of morning shows for my time slot,” he joked. 

“Sure, I could use some company,” you laughed. 

“I’m sure Harry would take you up on that offer,” he smirked. 

“Um… Maybe,” you coughed. 

“So, what’s going on with you two anyway?” He asked. 

“Nothing. We haven’t even seen each other since last year,” you said. “Since before I went on tour, actually.” 

“Well, he must want something to go on between you two, I mean why else would he invite you here. This is a huge night for him,” he said. 

“I know that, but…” you sighed. 

“He really likes you know, no scratch that,” he said. “He fucking loves you. He always has, he gutted him when you two decided to break it off permanently.” 

“That was over a year ago, Nick. I’m sure he’s moved on…” you sighed. 

“Y/N, I’m his best friend and trust me when I say, he hasn’t,” he whispered. “And I’m pretty sure there’s no moving on from the one you know deep inside your heart that you’re meant to be with.” 

You sighed leaning back in your seat. You couldn’t respond to Nick’s statement because the producers let out the signal that the show was about to start. 

**

The first major skit of the night was up next and they had set it up like a Family Feud episode. You weren’t sure how many skits, if any, that Harry was even in. The actors came out onto the stage and you squinted a little when you noticed one of the guys that walked out. 

“Is that-” you said pointing to the guy standing next to Jimmy Fallon. “Is that Harry?” 

“The one and only,” Nick joked. 

“Oh my god,” you laughed. “He almost doesn’t look like himself and actually looks like Mick Jagger,” 

“Yeah, I think he took the comparisons a little far,” he laughed. 

When the skit finally started, you were crying you were laughing so hard. It was a commercial break, so you took out your phone and decided to take some selfies with Nick. 

“Can I put you on me snap chat?” he asked. 

“Sure,” you laughed. “What filter should we use?” 

“The bunny one,” he said quickly. 

You laughed and took a few pictures with him. The show came back on and it was time for Harry to perform his song for the first time. You had heard the song plenty of times over the last week, not only on the radio, but you had it on your iTunes and you were streaming it. 

You really loved the song and you couldn’t wait to hear it, along with the rest of the world. 

When Harry started singing, you found yourself smiling. You were so proud of him and watching him do what he loved, and performing a song that meant a lot to him, was amazing. 

The rest of show was great and at the end when everyone came on stage for the goodnight and applause, you stood up next to Nick and you both started jumping around and cheering. 

Harry had looked over in the direction of the noise and laughed when he saw Nick and blushed a bit with a smile when he saw you standing there too. 

**

After the show, you and Nick went backstage. And while Nick was practically running with excitement to see his best friend, you were feeling really nervous. Your mouth was dry and your hands were a bit sweaty. 

Nick didn’t even bother knocking on the door, he just went straight on inside. He practically pulled you through the door and you laughed. 

“Mate, you did great!” Nick said. “Oh, and Y/N’s here,” he said pushing you in front of him. 

Harry had been in the middle of changing. He was in a different pair of trousers and his new shirt was in his hands. A lot had changed since you last seen him, and it was just a few new tattoos and a haircut. 

Harry looked over at you and smiled. “You came,” he said. 

“I did,” you nodded. “Nick’s right, you did amazing. I’m really proud of you.” 

“Thank you,” He said. “You uh… you look great,” 

“Thanks,” you smiled tucking a loose hair behind your ear. 

You weren’t sure what happened, but someone how all the people that were in the room when you arrived had slipped out leaving just you and Harry. 

“Do you have any plans tonight? Or morning, technically?” He laughed. 

You shrugged. “I was just going to go back to my hotel.” 

“Would you want to come to the after party with me?” He asked. 

“Um, sure. I’d like that,” you smiled. “I’ve been to a few share of SNL after-parties, they’re always memorable.” you joked. 

“Oh, so you don’t want to go for me?” He asked with a smirk. 

“Well, I mean, maybe a little,” you shrugged.

He laughed. “I’ve really missed you,” he said. 

“I’ve missed you too,” you said. 

**

When you got to the after-party, Harry had to make some rounds to meet with some people, so you decided to go to the bar and get a drink. 

You knew a few people at the party, so you were talking to them for most of the time. It was getting late and you weren’t sure where Harry had gone. You sighed deciding that it was better if you just went back to your hotel. You grabbed your bag and headed towards the door. 

You saw Nick hanging with Jeff and some other friends, so you went over to him. 

“Hey, um, I couldn’t find Harry, so if you could just tell him that I had to leave,” you said. 

“Are you sure?” Nick asked. 

“Yeah, I have a show later today,” you said. 

“Okay, it was great catching up with you tonight,” Nick smiled hugging you. 

You nodded and pulled away before heading out the door. You got into the car and they took you to your hotel. You got up to your room and quickly took off your heels. You sighed rubbing your feet when you sat on the bed. 

You were exhausted. All you wanted to do was just crawl into bed and sleep until the show tomorrow. You got undressed and climbed under the blankets. You were just about to fall asleep when you heard a knock on your door. You groaned and got up putting on your robe and walking to the door. You stood on your tip-toes to look through the peephole and you saw Harry standing there. 

You unlocked the door and opened it. “Hey, what are you-”

“Y/N! I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean to just leave you like that. I had only planned to talk to a few people, but then when I went to go back over to you, I kept getting stopped. Then when I finally was able to get away, Nick told me you left,” he sighed. 

“Harry it’s okay. Tonight’s your night. I wanted to stay, but it was late, so I came back to my hotel,” you shrugged. “You don’t have to apologize for it.” 

“Yes I do,” he nodded. “I invited you and didn’t even spend time with you.” 

“You had more important people to talk to, it’s okay,” you said. 

“No one is more important than you,” he whispered looking into your eyes. 

You felt your cheeks turning red and you were thankful for the dimmed lighting in the hallway. 

“Look, inviting you tonight wasn’t just about SNL or me performing for the first time,” he said. “I wanted to talk to you, really talk to you.” 

“About what?” you asked. 

“Everything,” he whispered. “And now, I’ve gone and fucked everything up because it’s late and you’re tired. You have a show later today and then I leave tomorrow and you’re still on tour, there’s just no fucking time to do anything.” 

You could tell he was really upset with him and you knew that knowing he wanted to talk to you about something was going to keep you up, so you didn’t care how late it was anymore. 

“Hey,” you said taking his hand. “We can talk now. I don’t mind. I’ll be fine, we don’t have anything planned during the day, so I can catch up on my sleep, then.” 

“Are you sure?” he sighed. 

“Yes, now come in.” you said pulling him inside. 

You shut the door behind you two and then you followed him over to the bed and sat down. 

“So, what did you want to talk about,” you said playing with the tie on your robe. 

“I meant what I said earlier tonight, I’ve missed you,” he whispered. “And I know that we agreed to just move on and be friends, but that obviously didn’t happen. We’ve gone over a year without really talking and I hate it.” 

“I know, there were plenty of times I wanted to call you, but I didn’t,” you sighed. 

“I did the same thing,” he said. “And looking back now, I really wished that I had because maybe we wouldn’t have missed out on so much time together.” 

“As friends you mean?” you asked. 

“As friends… as something more,” he whispered. 

“We’ve been down that road before Harry,” you sighed. “We get together and everything’s fine for a few weeks maybe months, but then shit happens and we end it before it even really began. That’s why we agreed the last time would be the last time.” 

“I know…” he whispered. “But I haven’t been able to move on from you and I don’t want too. I love you, Y/N. I’m in love with you, I have been since I was 19, when we first got together. Things were crazy then and we were too young all those times, so we just ran away because we didn’t want to face it. But I want you and I’m ready to face whatever shit comes our way. I don’t want to look back twenty years from now and wonder what if you were the one who got away.” 

You bit your lip as you looked down. “Do you have any idea on how much I want to say yes because I haven’t moved on either and I’m in love with you too, but I don’t know if that’s the best thing for us.” 

“Why not?” he said. “We both love each other and want to be together, shouldn’t that be enough?” 

“It was never enough back then,” you pointed out. 

He sighed taking your hand in his. “But that’s the thing, this time will be different because of our past. We can learn from our mistakes,” he said. 

“But what if it doesn’t work out. I mean what if we’re different people, it has been a year since we’ve talked…and we’re still in the public eye,” you sighed. 

“But what if it does work out. What if we give this one more try and we’re together forever,” he whispered taking your face in his hands. “Isn’t our happiness and being together worth the risk?” 

You looked his eyes, something that you had dreamed about doing for so long. 

“Yes,” you nodded. “Being with you is worth every risk.” 

“So, does this mean…” he whispered. 

You nodded. “It means that we’re together again,” you smiled. 

Harry’s smiled so widely that his dimples were showing. “Can I kiss you?” 

“You better, I’ve only been waiting all night for you to do it,” you laughed. 

Harry laughed and pulled you onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned in to kiss your lips. As soon as your lips touched, every memory from your past together, every previous touch, everything you’ve ever felt for him came rushing back. 

Even though you had just been exhausted an hour ago, you were wide awake now. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen and for you to wrap your legs around his waist. His hands had moved from their place on your hips, down to your bare legs. He pulled away from your lips and moved down to your neck. You tilted your head to the side. 

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispered. 

“No,” you said. “It’s okay. It’s been long enough, I don’t want to wait anymore.” 

Harry pulled away from your neck and looked at you. “Are you sure?” he said. “I didn’t… I didn’t come here for that.” 

You put your hands on both sides of his face. “I’m sure. I love you. I’m in love with you. We’re back together and I want you. I want to feel you and be with you. Like you said earlier, I have to leave in a few days, and we don’t know when the next time we might be physically together. But I mean, if you don’t want to…” you said. 

“No, I do. Trust me,” he said. “I just, I don’t have a condom with me.” 

“It’s okay. I’m still on the pill and I haven’t slept with anyone… since well…you,” you admitted. 

“Me either,” he whispered. “I’ll admit there were times I thought about it and I had the chance, but It felt wrong, so I never did.” 

“Then we both could really use this…” you smirked. 

“Yes, we can,” he smirked pulling you back in for a kiss. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he brought you closer. The tie around your robe was becoming undone as the two of you continued to kiss and touch it other. 

“Let’s see what’s under here yeah? It’s been a while,” he smirked looking up at you as he untied it. He pushed the two sides of the robe apart and down your shoulders, revealing you wearing nothing a small pair of underwear. He cocked his eyebrow as he looked at you. 

You blushed. “I told you I was about to go to bed,” you defended. 

“Fuck, if I had known you weren’t wearing anything under that, except for these,” he smirked putting his finger in the band around your waist. 

You laughed. “What would you had done?” 

“I probably would have kissed you sooner,” he smirked. 

You laughed and unbuttoned his shirt. “It’s only fair,” you smirked pushing it down his shoulders. 

You leaned back in to kiss him as you ran your hands over his chest and shoulders. It didn’t take long before he flipped you over onto your back. You laughed pulling him back down for a kiss. 

“I wanna take this slow,” he whispered. “I just want to savor every fucking moment,” he said as he kissed down your neck and chest. 

He kissed down your stomach and kissed down your legs as he took off the remaining clothing that covered your body. He stood up at the end of the bed and undressed before joining you under the blanket. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. 

He smiled into the kiss as he ran his hands up and down your sides before moving them down your legs. You gasped as you felt his fingers working on you. 

You could see the smirk on his face and you rolled your eyes. You felt the wave of pleasure come over you as your breath quickened and you couldn’t keep yourself from being a bit vocal. 

Once you were down from your high, he looked down at you. “Ready?” he whispered. 

You nodded. He smiled and slowly pushed into to you. You both laid there for a bit without moving, just enjoying that moment. Soon, he started moving at the slowest place and you matched him beat for beat. 

He put his forehead on yours and you two looked into each other’s eyes as you moved together. “I love you,” he whispered. 

“And I love you,” you smiled. 

You didn’t know how long it had been when you both finally reached your edge. Harry rolled off of you before laying next to you. He wrapped his arms around you and you cuddled up with him. Both of you were trying to catch your breath and were covered in sweat. 

He kissed your head as he ran his hand up and down your back. 

“Will you come to my show?” you asked. “I can put you and your friends on the list.”

He smiled. “Of course, I’ll come.” 

“Good,” you smiled. 

“I’ve missed coming to your shows,” he admitted. 

“You still could have gone,” you said poking his nose. 

He laughed. “I know, but I was afraid it would have been too hard.” 

“I know what you mean. I was nervous about last night, seeing you for the first time in a while,” you whispered. 

“Thank you for coming, not only because we were able to talk, but because it meant a lot to me for you to be there,” he whispered. 

“You’re welcome,” you smiled. 

He kissed you quickly. “You should probably get some sleep,” 

“You’re gonna stay right?” you whispered. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” he smiled. 

**

Later that morning, when the sun was up, you woke up to Harry, not in the bed. You pouted confused looking around. His clothes were still there, so he hadn’t left. You then heard the shower turn on. You smirked to yourself and after waiting a little bit, you walked into the bathroom and joined him in the shower. 

“Did I wake you?” he said putting his hands on yours when you wrapped them around his waist. 

“No,” you said. “I woke up on my own and saw you weren’t in bed, then I heard the shower.” 

“I forgot I was supposed to have breakfast with my friends,” he said. “We were gonna do some shopping and stuff.” 

“Ahh,” you said. 

“I would love for you to come, but I know you have your show tonight,” he said turning around to face you. 

“Yeah, I’m probably going to take a bit of nap after I eat something,” you said. 

He smiled. “But I’ll see you at the show tonight.” 

“I know, I know, but I don’t want you to go,” you pouted looking up at him. 

“Trust me, if I was a shit friend, I would just blow them off, but we had these plans made for a while,” he sighed. 

“It’s okay. I understand,” you smiled. 

“And we still have a little bit of time left before I have to head back to my hotel and change,” he smiled wrapping his arms around you. 

You both quickly took a shower before getting out. Harry got dressed in his clothes from the previous night and sat on the bed with you. You put your head on his shoulder and wrap your arm around his. 

“When are we gonna see each other again after this?” you sighed. “We just got each other back and we only have hours left before we’re apart again.” 

“Hey, let’s not think about that right now,” he said putting his forehead against yours. “We can figure all that out after the show.” 

You nodded.

“I better get going,” he said. 

“Okay,” you said. 

He smiled and leaned in to kiss you. You smiled into the kiss before you pulled away. 

“I’ll see you tonight,” he smiled. “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” you said. “Oh, and text me or something on how many that want to come.” 

“Will do,” he said. “Bye baby.” 

“Bye,” you smiled. 

Harry grabbed his jacket and walked out of the room. You sighed as you laid back on the bed. You couldn’t believe that in a span of less than 24 hours, you and Harry were back together and you were already so happy. You just hoped it stayed that way for at least a while.

**

When Harry got back to the hotel, he had about 10 minutes to change and meet everyone down in the lobby. He knew they would be asking questions about last night, and he just hoped he could keep his emotions in check to not be obvious about what happened. 

Harry was going to wear a buttoned down shirt, but he realized there were a few new additions to his chest from the previous night’s events. He smirked to himself as he remembered it, but then quickly turned his thoughts to something else before he had a huge problem, you weren’t here to take care of. 

He then decided on just a regular t-shirt and grabbed some boots to put on. He got his keys and phone before heading out of the hotel room to meet everyone. 

Most everyone was already down in the lobby by the time Harry arrived. 

“About time you decided to show up,” Nick said. 

“I’m right on time,” Harry defended. 

“Yeah, but you’re always ready to go before everyone else, yet you’re the last one to arrive,” Jeff smirked. “Late night with a little someone?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Don’t we have some breakfast to eat?” He said walking into the restaurant of the hotel. 

“Didn’t eat enough last night?” he smirked. 

“Watch your mouth,” Harry said. 

“It was just a joke,” he laughed. 

“I don’t need you talking or joking about Y/N and I’s sex life,” he said. 

“Oh my god, so you did!” Nick smirked. “I knew that you two couldn’t resist each other. Does this mean you two are back together?” 

Harry groaned. “What’s with all the questions?” 

“Okay, you can’t hook up with your ex, who you’ve  been like obsessed with for years, and just go silent!” Nick said. 

“Yes, I can,” Harry smirked grabbing a menu and opening it, almost has if he was trying to block out the questions. 

**

While you were eating your breakfast, you took out your journal and started writing down some words. By the time you had finished your food, you had an entire song written down. 

You knew that what you were about to do would be risky, but for right now taking risks meant you could be happy and living your life. 

You called up your band and told them to get to the venue a few hours earlier than the show because you had a song you wanted to work on for that night. 

Once you got all of that situated, you set the alarm on your phone and then went to sleep. 

**

“So, I know we were supposed to go out tonight, but uh Y/N invited us to her show,” he coughed. 

“Ooh,” Nick smirked. “I take it we’re going?” 

“Well, I’m going, and then I guess whoever else wants to go,” he said. 

“I’m going! I love me some Y/N,” Nick smirked. 

Harry laughed. “Sometimes I think you like her more than me.” 

“Well, she is prettier,” he joked. 

“That’s true,” Harry laughed. 

“So, you’re really going for it again, huh?” Nick said. 

“Yeah, I love her and she’s the one I want to spend my life with, so why not?” Harry smiled. 

“I’ve never heard you talk about someone like that before,” Glenne said. 

“That’s because I’ve never had a reason to talk about someone else,” he shrugged. “I met Y/N when I was 19 and really liked her and for some reason, she liked me back. We started dating a few months after we met and things we great for a while, but I was touring, she was touring, the media had a fucking field day with our relationship and it just got too much. So, we ended it a week before our one year anniversary and then a few months after that, we ran into each other again and tried it again, but shit just went downhill again. We were always fighting and having to defend our relationship. My Mum and sister kept asking me if what was going around in the media was true and I just let their doubt get in the way,” he sighed. 

“Did that not like her?” She asked. 

“No, it wasn’t that exactly, I think they were just worried about me getting hurt,” he said. 

“That makes sense,” she nodded. “How do you think they’re going to feel about the two of you getting back together?”

He shrugged,” I don’t know, but I know they want me to be happy and Y/N makes me happy,” he smiled. 

“Well, we’re happy for you and can’t wait to meet her tonight,” Glenne smiled. 

**

Harry and his group of friends arrived at the venue. They all were able to go in a back way and while everyone went to find their seats, Harry went to look for you backstage. 

You were getting changed into your on stage outfit when Harry knocked on the door. You walked over and opened the door, smiling when you saw him. He instantly wrapped his arms around you and picked you up in a hug. 

You giggled. “How was your day?” You asked. 

“It was great, but I missed you,” he pouted. 

“I missed you too,” you smiled. 

He smiled leaning down to kiss you. After a bit, he pulled away, “You’re so beautiful,” he said. 

“I know,” you joked. 

He laughed putting you on the ground and he walks over to sit down on the couch. 

“So, where is everyone else?” you asked. 

“They went to their seats,” he said. “I wanted to come see you before the show.”

“I’m glad that you did,” you smiled. 

“Y/N, ten-minute warning,” one of your crew members said poking their head into the room. 

“Okay,” you nodded. 

“Hey, Harry,” she smirked. “Welcome back,” 

“Thanks, Jess,” he laughed. “Well, I better get to my seat, so I don’t miss any of the show.”

You nodded. “After the show, you and everyone can come back here.” 

“Sounds good,” he said wrapping his arms around you. “You’re gonna smash it out there,” he smiled. 

“Thanks,” you smiled puckering your lips. 

He laughed leaning down to kiss you again before pulling away and heading out the door. 

**

The entire show so far had gone amazing. The crowd was loud and energetic and you could see Harry with a bright smirk on his face as he watched you. You were a bit nervous because the song that you had just written this morning was up next. 

You put your microphone on the stand and grabbed yourself some water to drink. 

“Okay, how are you all doing tonight?” you smiled. “Are you having fun?” 

The crowd screams and jumps up and down. 

“So, uh, this next song is a brand new song. It’s not on any album or anything. In fact, it’s so brand new, I literally just wrote it this morning,” you said. “Now, you’re all probably thinking, why are you about to do that? Don’t you need time to work it out and rehearse it and what not?” 

“Well, yeah, usually,” you laughed. “But I started thinking about how music, doesn’t always have to be perfect and it never truly is. Nothing is perfect. And that’s sort of what the song is about, it’s about how something might not be perfect or fine all the time, but you shouldn’t let it keep you from experiencing it. My band and I rehearsed this song all day, so hopefully it won’t be horrible,” you laughed. 

The crowd goes silent a bit, but a few voices make it through cheering you on. The music starts and you stand up to the microphone. 

“Face me. Take me. Save me, don’t try to change me. Face you. Take you. Save you, I won’t try to change you,” you started off. 

“Yes, Yes,” you sang softly. 

“Here’s my body that I’m giving to us. Here are my arms that’ll hold us up. Here’s my life dedicated to love. I’ll try to give you everything you deserve and I can’t promise that’s gonna be fine. Here I am if you’re ready to try, here’s my tears when you tell me those words, here’s my life, for better or worse, for better or… yes, yes.” You sang at the end of the song. 

The crowd went insane and you had the biggest smile on your face. You looked over at Harry and you could see him smiling as big as you. He knew that song was written about him and about your relationship. 

**

Once the show was over, Harry and his group of friends, went backstage. When you got off stage, you went a changed out of your sweaty clothes and put on something more comfortable and dry. You sprayed some dry shampoo in your hair and touched up your makeup before heading to meet everyone. 

They were all talking to one another and Nick saw you first. “There she is!” he joked. “The lady of the night!” he said running over and giving you a hug. 

You laughed hugging him back and Harry turned around. “Oi, hands off my girlfriend,” he said. 

“Shh, don’t tell him about our love affair,” he joked. 

“He’s only jealous because you’re not hugging him,” you giggled. 

“Hey! I’m right here you know,” he said. “I can hear both of you.” 

“We weren’t exactly trying to keep it from you,” you laughed. 

Harry rolled his eyes with a smile and wrapped his arms around you. “You were fucking amazing,” he whispered. “Bloody brilliant.” 

“Thank you,” you smiled. 

“And that song… wow. It was everything.” he smiled. 

“I’m glad that you liked it,” you smiled. 

“I loved it,” he said. “Ready to meet everyone?” 

You nodded. Harry took your hand and gave it squeeze before walking over to the group. He introduced you to everyone and they seemed to really like you because they invited you out with them. 

“Actually, Y/N and I already have plans,” Harry said. “We have some things we need to talk about before she leaves in the morning.” 

“Oh, you have to leave tomorrow?” Jeff asked. 

“Yeah, I have a show in DC tomorrow night,” you said. 

“Well, have fun you two,” he said. 

“Yeah, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Nick smirked before leaving with the rest of the group. 

“So, do you want to grab some food?” he asked. 

“Yes, I’m starving, but we can just grab something quick and go back to the hotel,” you said. 

He nodded and wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you walked out to your car. After stopping to get some Chinese food, you both go up to your hotel room. 

You were leaning up against Harry as you two ate. “Tomorrow morning’s gonna come too soon.” you sighed. 

“I know,” he whispered kissing your head. “But we’ll see each other soon. I have to fly back to London to rehearse and film a tv spot, but after that, I’ll be free for a bit so I could fly out to meet you on tour,” he smiled. 

“Really?” you asked. 

“Yes,” he nodded. “I don’t really have any promo to do until it gets closer to the release date of my album, so I’ll have a few weeks free. I mean I’ll probably have to fit in some rehearsal time with my band, but your tour is over in a month or so right?” 

You nodded.” Yeah, my final show is at the end of May.” 

He smiled. “And then once you’re done with tour and I’m finished with a shit of promo, we can take a nice little getaway together,” he whispered. 

“That’d be wonderful,” you smiled. “I need a getaway.” 

He smiled. “I bet you do.” 

“Know what else I need?” you smirked turning around to face him.

“What’s that?” He asked watching you move toward him. 

“You,” you whispered before leaning into kiss him. 

**

The next morning came early when your alarm went off. You sighed cuddling up to him. He yawned kissing your head and rubbing your back. 

“What time do you have to leave?” He asked. 

“7 am, so we have about an hour left,” you sighed sadly. 

“Let’s order some breakfast and then jump in the shower while we wait,” he said. 

You nodded sitting up in the bed, holding the bed sheet over your bare chest and grabbing the phone. After you placed the order, you both went into the bathroom for a quick shower. 

When you were done, you dried off and changed into some yoga pants and hoodie. You packed everything in your suitcases and sat down to eat breakfast when the food arrived. 

After you ate, Harry wrapped his arms around you. Tears were threatening to fall and it didn’t take long before they did. Harry sighed. “Baby, don’t cry,” he whispered. 

“I’m trying not to, but we’ve already been apart for so long and this wasn’t enough time,” you sniffled. “I know we’re going to see each other in a week, but still. I feel like I just got you back and now we’re going to be apart again.” 

“We’ll talk every day. We’ll facetime. This week will go by before you know it and I’ll be on tour with you and we’ll have every day together,” he whispered. 

“Promise?” you whispered. 

“I promise baby,” he smiled putting his forehead on yours. 

Unfortunately, it was time for you to leave. Harry grabbed your suitcases and loaded them onto the cart. He tipped the bellhop to take them down to your car. 

Your car was parked at the back of the hotel, which meant that you and Harry could privately say your goodbyes before getting into the car. When you got down to the car, Harry wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly against in him a huge hug. 

“You better call me as soon as you get a chance,” he said. 

“I will,” you smiled. “And you better call me when you get back to London.” 

“Don’t worry, I will,” he smiled. 

You two embrace for a little bit longer and he leaned down to kiss you. You eventually pull away. “I love you,” you whispered. 

“I love you too baby,” he smiled. 

You get into the car and head to the airport. 

You were still scared about getting back together with Harry, but you would rather be terrified of what could happen, then miserable because you would always wonder what if. You just hoped that this time, things would be different, better and you would finally get your happily ever after that you both deserved. 

**** The song referred to is Yes by Demi Lovato! :) 

Hope you enjoyed this One Shot! :) 

Sound Asleep |Jack Maynard|

Summary -  Y/N and jack are sleeping on the couch and then the buttercream walk in and see them cuddling and then one of them wakes up and the buttercream tease them.

Word Count - 1,254

Warnings - N/A



“What are we watching?” you mumbled tiredly, your head resting against Jack’s arm as you both curled up on the sofa.

His arm was currently wrapped around your waist, holding you as close to him as possible as he was laid on his side, you on your back. You gazed up at him, his eyes fixed on the TV and a smile spread across your face as you watched him attempting to concentrate. Apparently it was a cooking show, something Jack wasn’t very good at.

“I actually have no idea,” he chuckled, glancing over at the TV before turning his attention back to you, as he started to twirl the ends of your hair in his fingers.

As much as you loved it when he did this, it was making you more tired and you wanted to stay awake because you hardly got to see Jack anymore, since you were both always working.

“Y/N, babe, go to sleep. I know you’re about to pass out on me,” Jack chuckled, planting a soft kiss onto your cheek.

You shook your head in protest but there wasn’t really any point, you knew Jack was right and you knew you would be asleep against his arm in a matter of minutes.

Though you knew Jack very well, he’d be asleep shortly as well.

“Come on, we can do something tonight. I haven’t got anything to do tomorrow so just stay the night.” Jack mumbled, turning the volume on the TV down ever so slightly before placing the remote on the sofa again. This was something Jack always did. He always had to have a TV or his music on to fall asleep.

You let out a sigh as you turned over, hiding your face in his chest.

“Can’t, got a presentation for work tomorrow.” You told him. You had told him 3 days previously, but you knew how forgetful he was so it was best to remind him.

Jack sighed, but chose not to say anything else on the subject, as his eyes started drooping.

You smiled as you watched him nuzzle against you again and giggled quietly.

“What are you laughing at me for?” he asked, even his voice sounding slightly tired.

“Nothing, just… Watching you,” you shrugged, placing your hand on the back of his neck.

Jack looked up at you, a confused expression on his face.

“You’re laughing because I’m tired?” he chuckled, gently poking your stomach.

“No, not because you’re tired. I’m just watching you, acting natural, not doing anything and it makes me smile,” you said, starting to play with his hair.

Jack had the same problem as you, your hair being played with while you were tired.

Dangerous move. He’d be asleep in seconds.

Jack yawned before he tightened his grip around you.

“Sleep now,” he murmured, and with his head resting on the arm of the sofa, he peacefully dropped off into a deep sleep.

Jack slept through anything and everything, practically dead to the world.

Reaching over to your right, you picked your phone up off the coffee table that was in the centre of the living room and quickly snapped a picture of him, looking as cute as ever.

After putting your phone back in the previous place, you rested your head in the crook of his head, and still playing with his hair, you also fell into a deep sleep.

-

After an hour or so, you woke up to the sound of giggles, and a door clicking shut.

Even though your eyes were still closed, you knew who the giggles belonged to.

“Yeah, alright Conor.” You mumbled, sitting up slightly as you opened your eyes, blinking a few times to readjust your eyes to the light that shone into the apartment through the window.

Once opening your eyes, you were greeted with 6 grins shining back at you.

Belonging to Joe, Oli, Caspar, Josh, Mikey and of course, Conor.

“We didn’t interrupt anything did we?” Joe smirked, leaning against the worktop in the kitchen.

“Did it look like we were doing much?” you chuckled, glancing down at Jack who was still sound asleep.

“You two look adorable, like two sleeping puppies,” Caspar commented, clapping his hands together like an excited child.

Now, Caspar wasn’t exactly the quietest of people. Well, none of them were quiet when they were together, but Caspar was unusually loud and the sound of him banging his hands together was enough to finally wake Jack up.

“Mhm,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes with his fist before looking at his friends confused. “Can I help you?”

“No mate, just admiring the happy couple.” Conor chuckled, shaking his head.

“You make it sound like we’re married.” You shook your head, standing up from the sofa and you smiled as Jack held your hand tight in his grasp.

“Not just yet Conor, give him time.” Joe shouted from the kitchen, still within earshot to hear the conversation.

Jack glared at his older brother as a sign for him to keep his mouth shut.

“I didn’t say anything mate, just saying how sickeningly cute you both are.” Conor smiled. Even though he was teasing you both, you knew he meant it because he has told you countless times that he was happy his little brother had finally found someone who made him happy.

“So I took a picture and basically put it on all my social media.” Caspar butted in, a cheesy smile on his face.

“What?” you looked at him, hoping that this was one of his weird pranks that you didn’t understand.

“Yeah, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and Snapchat,” he smiled, showing his phone to you.

Okay, you had to admit the photo was actually really cute but that didn’t mean you wanted it online. Your hair was a mess, you were wearing Jack’s hoodie and you just looked awful, in you opinion.

Jumping up to grab his phone, Caspar laughed as he held it above his head.

“Caspar! Please delete it.” You begged, still trying to reach for his phone as he threw it over to Josh, who was also laughing as he stood in the corner with Mikey and Oli and all three of them were in hysterics.

You groaned in annoyance as you finally gave up reaching for Caspar’s phone, glancing over at Jack who was grinning down at his phone.

“I don’t know what you’re so annoyed at Y/N, I think it’s cute.” Jack mumbled sleepily, obviously still struggling to wake himself up.“

“I look bloody awful in it, he didn’t give me the chance to photoshop it.” You chuckled.

You weren’t actually annoyed at the boys, you had been with Jack long enough to know what his friends were like, and it was just like having 6 protective older brothers.

Unless they were the ones causing the grief, then they weren’t protective in the slightest.

Jack, shaking his head, stood up and took both of your hands in his, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I think you look as beautiful as always,” he smiled as your cheeks flushed the colour of scarlet.

“Hey, I can still hear you two in here and I’m trying to eat.” Joe shouted from the kitchen as both you, and Jack, rolled your eyes in response.

“Don’t worry, wait until one of them gets a girlfriend and we’ll get them back,” Jack winked and your lips turned into a smirk as you knew he was right.

He would get them back, he always does.

Some Girl, Special Girl - Part 3

This is actually from the “Reader’s Choice”. I had a lot of people ask me to use one of the prompts to continue this series.

Prompt:  Can u do some angst dick x reader where they r dating but the batboys for some reason dislike the reader n therefore is kinda mean to her in an attempt to broke them up? Dick stay true with the reader until he cant n they broke up. Years later they met again n she still hurt by his decision so refused to deal with him but dick want her forgiveness n pursue her relentlessly.

The second half of this request will probably happen in the next part of this series.

There isn’t a lot of Dick x Reader in this one, but I hope you like it anyway!


It’s been five years since that night. Roy had found you, half over the roofs edge, unconscious from the combination of alcohol and antidepressants. He had stayed with you at the hospital where they pumped your stomach and gave you fluids. Once you were discharged from the hospital, you and Roy had packed your stuff and left Gotham.

Now, after five long years, you’re back. You take a deep breath, taking in the thick city smog, and slowly step out of the plane.

Roy is the one who meets you at the airport. He has made sure that everything was ready for you, that all your belongings were at your apartment, and that no one knew you were coming.

“Hey, Y/N!!”

“Roytoy!!” He rushes toward you, swinging you into a tight hug. While the two of you had kept in contact you hadn’t seen him in the five years you were gone except over Skype. “God, I missed you”

“I missed you too, sugar” Roy puts you down, and scrates the back of his head, giving you a sheepish smile, “I actually have something to tell you … I – I have a daughter now, and I’m on a new team called the Outlaws, and …”

You hold your hands up, eyes wide, “You have a daughter?!?”

“Yeah, her names Lian. I’d like you to meet her, she already knows all about her Auntie Y/N”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me about her?!?”

“I, um, I only found out about her a little while ago. I didn’t even know I had a kid for the first six months she was alive, and then it took another four years for Cheshire to let her stay with me permanently”

“So, how old is she?”

Roy gets this dopey smile on his face, before he pulls out his phone and starts showing you pictures of the cutest little girl you’ve ever seen, “She’s six now. She’s my whole world, Y/N”

“Well, where is she?”

“She’s with Kori … and Jason”

You stiffen, “You mean …”

“They don’t know where I went! I promise! They’re – they’re my new team, they’re the Outlaws. Y/N, Jason’s changed, I promise. Yeah, he’s still an asshole, but he regrets what he did to you. He’s been trying to make me tell where you were so he can apologize. Y/N …”

“Maybe … maybe someday, but not right now, Roy. I’d still like to meet your little ball of sunshine, but I’m not ready to see any of them right now. I’ve grown up a lot in five years, hon, but I need to prepare myself”

“I understand, sugar” He starts to lead you out of the airport, “I already got your place set up, everything unpacked and ready for you”

“Please tell me you didn’t do my grocery shopping, it might have been five years since I last saw you, but I know how you eat”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t, saved that chore for you. I don’t even do the shopping in my own apartment, Jason …” Roy stops, as if he said something he hadn’t mean to.

“Roy, honey, I’m gonna ask you a question, I want you to answer me truthfully … Are you and Jason seeing each other?”

Out of the corner of your eye Roy goes red, “ … Yeah, have been for a year … we’re also dating an alien princess named Koriand’r”

“Cool”

“You – you aren’t mad?”

“Roytoy, I love you, you know that. You’re my brother in every way but blood. All I care about is you being happy. Now, are you happy?”

“Happiest I think I’ve ever been, Y/N”

“Good, that’s all I need to know”

Roy chuckles, placing your luggage in the back of his car, “You always find new ways to surprise me, kiddo”

“Someone around here’s gotta keep you on your toes!”

Another two months had passed, you’ve finally started your job at Wayne Enterprises, working down in the R & D department. The only reason you agreed to work there at all was because you were assured that you would never have to see any of the Wayne’s.

“So where are you working again?”

“I already told you Roy, I’m working at WE. They sought me out because of my PhD’s in engineering and architecture. I’m only here until we can create a compound that will withstand the constant alien attacks, and crazy villains that seem to flock to Gotham. There are almost a hundred of the best scientist’s money can buy working on this project, so I’m hoping to be out of Gotham in a year.”

Roy sighs, leaning back further in the couch. Lian’s playing quietly on your floor, toys spread everywhere, “So you’re just gonna leave after that?”

“I won’t be gone forever, I’ll be over in Metropolis. It isn’t too far away. I could never leave my favorite niece. Isn’t that right Lian!” The six year old grins, running over and jumping on the couch next to you.

“You gotta come visit all the time! And call me every night, and …”

“Well, I’m not leaving yet, baby cakes, so we have time to plan”

Lian nods before yawning, it’s almost 9:30, time for bed, “It’s getting late, hon”

Roy huffs, “I know, Lian we need to head back to the apartment.”

Lian hugs you tightly before she takes her father’s hand, “You promise we can get ice cream tomorrow?”

Squatting down you hold out your pinky finger, which the six-year-old readily takes, “I pinky promise that when your daddy drops you off we’ll go get ice cream and go to the park.“

“You can’t break a pinky promise, auntie“

Giving a solemn nod you lock pinkys, “I know“

“Good!“ Lian looks content with your promise, and readily follows Roy out of you apartment. You smile and wave, actually looking forward to going out with Lian tomorrow, maybe you’ll make some good memories in this damned city.

You and Lian slowly make your way from the ice cream parlor to the park. Roy was off doing a job with Jason and Kori, leaving you and Lian to spend the weekend together. You two end up feeding the ducks, and playing on the playground that’s in the middle of the park.

“Auntie?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Daddy said that Uncle Dick, and Jay-Jay were really mean to you a long time ago”

You crouch down, furrowing your brow at the little girl, “Yes, they were. They made me very sad for a long time, but I’m not sad anymore. You’re uncles said some really mean things to me, and so I left”

“So, does that mean you and Uncle Dick aren’t friends?”

“That’s right, he’s not my friend anymore”

“Oh. ‘Cause Uncle Dick’s standing over there staring at you, auntie”

Turning, eyes following Lian’s raised finger, your gaze locks with the one person you had been hoping to avoid … Dick Grayson.

CLYDE: Hey, hey Craig.

CLYDE: Everybody loves Stripe.

CRAIG: Good. Stripe needs all the support she can get if she’s going to be the next new cover model of the Victoria’s Secret magazine.

CLYDE: I’m rooting for her.

CLYDE: Dude, Craig’s on his phone, like, all the time.

CLYDE: And he’s always taking pictures, so duh. He’s got all sorts of pictures of us on his phone.

CLYDE: Here, lemme show you some of my favorites…

CLYDE: This one is pretty great. We were all posing for what may have been the greatest group selfie ever created, but then I had to sneeze. Craig took the picture anyways.

CLYDE: There’s another pic where I didn’t sneeze and it looks great, but honestly this is the only version you need to see.

CRAIG: I like this version better anyways.

CLYDE: Oh yeah and then there’s this picture.

CLYDE: Hot damn.

CLYDE: Wow Craig, I didn’t think you kept this one on your phone. Do you like my ass? Is that what this is suggesting?

CRAIG: No, wait. Show them the next picture.

CRAIG: Haha, you were posing right on Stan’s locker and Stan looked so visibly disgusted by what you were doing. It was great.

CLYDE: Yeah okay, but my butt is still on point even when I was caught in the act. You’ve gotta admit.

CLYDE: I think this one is probably my favorite. Well, recent favorite.

CLYDE: Craig, remember this?

CRAIG: Yeah. I was gonna delete that, but I finally got Tweek to stop moving mid-picture. I couldn’t retake it afterwards so I just had to deal, I guess.

CLYDE: It’s a good thing you didn’t. It’s a masterpiece and you know it.

CLYDE: Oh wow, I completely forgot about this.

CLYDE: I didn’t even know you took a picture at all.

CRAIG: Of course I did. I wanted to take a picture before you got your face beat in.

CLYDE: I appreciate that you wanted to capture my pre-fight beauty.

CRAIG: Yeah cause your post-fight beauty wasn’t a pretty sight.

CLYDE: Hey, I did a pretty good job!

CRAIG: At getting your ass handed to you on a silver plate, yeah.

CLYDE: PSSH. PSSSSSH. PSH.

CRAIG: Make noises all you want, you still lost the fight.

CLYDE: Shut up.

CRAIG: Hey wait, I wanna show them a couple of my favorite pictures.

CLYDE: It’s not the one where I fell asleep in class and you all drew dicks on my face, is it?

CRAIG: No, no, this one’s better.

CRAIG: This was simultaneously the best and worst day of my life.

CLYDE: Oh no! Don’t show them that!

CRAIG: Too late dude I’m gonna post this for you.

CLYDE: Why did you even take a picture of this?

CRAIG: Because it was really, really funny.

CLYDE: At least explain what’s going on so I don’t look stupid.

CRAIG: Heheheh. Okay.

CRAIG: Basically, I let Clyde hold Stripe for a few, a few weeks back.

CRAIG: And Clyde, being the clumsy gorilla that he is, dropped Stripe. Can you believe that? He actually did that.

CLYDE: It was an accident!

CRAIG: So was our friendship.

CLYDE: Wow! That hurts, man.

CRAIG: I know, I’m sorry.

CRAIG: But yeah he drops Stripe, and so I told him I was going to kill him.

CLYDE: Casually, as best bros, of course.

CRAIG: Yeah. And then I made him dig his own grave, and I even made him his own gravestone. Here look–

CLYDE: Couldn’t you have made it wittier or, I don’t know, cooler or something?

CRAIG: I thought it was good.

CRAIG: I spent at least five minutes trying to tape the paper to the stick, so you know I was committed.

CRAIG: Here is Clyde, in his grave, ready to be buried for his sins.

CLYDE: I had to go home covered in dirt and my dad got mad at me.

CLYDE: Then I had to go back out and help cover the hole because Craig’s dad got mad at me too. I hated that day.

CRAIG: It was pretty awesome.

CLYDE: Okay that’s enough pictures I think. I don’t want to uncover any more horrible pictures of me.

CRAIG: You mean all the ones that show how lame you are?

CLYDE: Yes, exactly.

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Peter Parker and blue

It was no surprise that Peter was fond of the colour blue.

He absolutely loved that colour. If he had the choice he would’ve painted himself blue, if it weren’t for aunt May.

One of the reasons peter loves the colour was because his uncle Ben. He too loved the colour. It was both of there favourite colour. They loved it! They didn’t just like the colour, they loved everything about it, it became obsessive at one point where uncle Ben ended up buying a whole bedroom set for peter in different shades of blue. And even offered to paint his wall a beautiful shade as well.

But after the dreadful incident with his uncle, Peter didn’t like blue as much as he did. He didn’t hate it, no on the contrary it gave him strength. It gave him hope that he will avenge his uncle and do good to the city that he came to know and love. Maybe he won’t be able to do that as peter Parker, but he would as Spider-Man.

But he didn’t always feel that way, there where moments when the colour triggered memories that he tried so hard to push back in the back of his mind.

Peter still remembers the day he met you, the day when his favourite had a new meaning to it.

He was in class bored to death. All he wanted to do was for Tony to give him a call or email or anything just so he can leave school and do his superhero duty.

He didn’t realize when you sat next to him in class. He was to busy day dreaming about him and iron man flying well his case swinging across the city of New York and saving people.

When the bell rang indicating that it was time for class to start peter looked at you with a confused face.

“Before you say something or ask me why I’m here I will just tell you. I’m here because my friend over there”

You pointed at the girl in front that looked at him with an apologetic face and a sweet smile.

“wants to sit next to her crush for two years, he finally decided to make a move and asked her to sit next to him, but me being the luckiest person alive ended up having to changing my seat because I sit next to him. And this seat was the only one that was free so I’m sorry if you don’t want me to sit here but I had no other choice and” you were cut of by a cute laugh.

“It’s fine, I get. The things we do for our friends right?” He flashed you a grin that made your heart melt, maybe this is a really good place after all.

“Hey Pete” you whispered near peters ear. “Yes?” He whispered back “ wanna do team work with me?” You asked in a hushed tone. Peter nodded his head and you smiled.

“By the way why are we whispering?” Peter asked looking at you. You simply shrugged.

Peter turned in his chair to get a better view at you. He tried to sneak glances at you during class, but was to shy and also he didn’t want to get caught by the teacher, but now he could look at you as much as he wanted. Not in a creepy way though.

Peter noticed you wore a blue shirt, a colour which was frighteningly similar to his suits one. You noticed him staring at your shirt so you spoke up.

“You like Spider-Man?” Peters face flushed red. “ W-what? W-who is that?” He stammered. You took out your phone and showed him some pictures of Spider-Man.

“I’m sorry I saw you looking at my shirt” you pointed at the ‘I love Spider-Man’ tee you were wearing.

Peter laughed awkwardly “ yeah I know him… so you like this spider boy? I mean MAN” he emphasized the man past a bit more than needed.

“ maybe” you blushed.

That’s when peter knew that his favourite colour had new meaning to it, it no longer reminded him of a tragedy, but of a cute smile that he now adored and would do anything to see it again.

A/n: I hope you like this one anon ~
Leon Draisaitl #2.4

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE

This is probably the last part of this story, hope you liked this 4-piece of cutesy Leon. Feel free to leave requests guys!! And this marks as my longest imagine to date, sorry? Idk honestly I’m not it’s cute so :))))

Word Count: 2,923

Biggest game of Leon’s career - thus far - and what was he doing beforehand? Trying very hard to braid a chunk of your hair, and failing horribly. The two of you were laying on your couch as the afternoon passed by and the first playoff game for Leon got closer. Well, you were laying down, he was sitting and had your head on his thigh. 

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An Accidental Break-in

A/N: Sorry this is short, I had it written for a while but just had to write a beginning to it. I also had no idea how to continue it so it ends in a weird spot. I hope you enjoy it, sorry for not posting a lot.

J growled at his phone, worried for his henchman. A robbery went wrong and he and Frost got separated.

Just go to the safe house. Frost sent him the address. It wasn’t far away, and he kept to dark alleys to get there. It was just what looked like a run down apartment complex. He went to the room number Frost texted him but the door was locked, which made him decide to climb through the window. The Joker was exhausted, he rarely slept anyways and this night didn’t do anything but give him a temporary rush and cost him money. He went straight to the bed, not even turning on the lights. He found that he slept better than most nights but he just cast that thought away, figuring it was the exhaustion.

…..

Y/N woke up warm, which was surprising since she was so cheap that she doesn’t turn her heat on. Rolling over, her eyes snapped open when she hit something hard. There was a man, extremely pale with green hair and a myriad of tattoos.

“Holy…” She mouthed as she fell off the side of her bed. She got up, unsure whether to run or kill him while she could. What if he is a ghost? Y/N blinked that thought away. Shut the hell up, brain. Giving him a slight poke, she then jumped away. Should I wake him up? Her phone was on the other side of the bed, right next to him. Since her room was so small she decided to climb over him. She placed her knee beside his hip, bringing the other one down on the other side. Grabbing her phone, her eyes didn’t leave his face and she figured she would take a picture.  She positioned the camera above his face and her finger hit the button just as his eyes snapped open. He was met with the sight of the flash and Y/N stared back at him, eyes wide. Neither of them moved, just staring at each other. A grin broke out on his face and she snapped another picture just as his hand wrapped around his throat. She gave a yelp as he flipped her over, now straddling her.

“Now, now. Let’s try that again, shall we?” His other hand went up to the one clutching the phone and he took it from her. He growled in annoyance before glaring at her.

“What’s your password?” Y/N’s chest was heaving as she struggled to remember it, her nerves getting the best of her.

“Uh,um… PB&Jlover123… with the and symbol instead of the ‘and’. Y’know like an 8-” He glared at her until she mumbled a, ‘sorry’, He typed agonizingly slow, and then he raised an eyebrow.

“Look what we have here.” He turned the phone towards her, showing a picture she had of her when she was little.

“Oh, god why is that in there-” J chuckled as he continued to flip through her photos.

“These are some interesting photos.” He said with a smile. Her face turned red, knowing she always screenshotted the fanfictions she wanted to read later. Please don’t be any smut, please don’t be any smut…

“You into this stuff?”

“Uhh, not very?” If she wasn’t too afraid to move she would have facepalmed. “I-I like your tattoos.” OK think, Y/N, what were the things to do if you got kidnapped? She thought back to the article she read on WikiHow. Sympathize with them? Care about what they have to say? Create a bond?

“I respect your opinion.” He gave her a weird look, before continuing to scroll through the photos. Way to go, why don’t you just tell him he has a nice ass while you’re at it?

“I work out too, y’know. We have that in common. The working out part, like I lift weights, and I enjoy going to the bank, which you do to right? See, we have that in common.” Lies, lies, lies, lies…

“Ah, here we are. Oh, I look good in this one.” He found the pictures she took and deleted them.

“Y-yeah I think so too. We have another thing in common, thinking you look good.” She grunted after that sentence, desperately wanting to stitch her mouth up. His eyes moved from the phone to her and he smiled, getting close to her face and laughing his weird laugh. He leaned back and exhaled, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling before looking back down at her.

“So, what are you doing in my house?” He questioned as his hand crept up to tug on a lock of her hair.

“Um, excuse me? This is my house-” The man lost all trace of amusement on his face and she could tell he was thinking about what she told him.

“What’s the address?” She told him the address of the hotel and watched his eyes roll shut in annoyance, mumbling a, “God dammit Frost.” So his name was Frost? He seems like the person to talk to himself.

“Listen, Frost, it’s no problem. It was just a misunderstanding, trust me, I get lost a lot too.” Which is another thing we have in common. She noticed the guy’s eyes widen when she called him ‘Frost’ and he looked amused as hell.

“How long have you lived here?”

“Um, a week? Three, maybe. Thought Gotham would have something to offer, but I can’t seem to find a job.”

“Something tells me you’ll find one.” He leans down in her face, smiling. She can’t help to notice that he has beautiful eyes, but there was something about them that scared her.

“So, uh, that’s what this was, right? You just getting lost? I mean, we didn’t do anything, right?” His eyes locked with hers and he purred.

“Oh I hope we did.” He leaned in close growling, making her eyes widen and her head pushing back against the pillows. He laughed at her discomfort and got off. “C’mon then, girlfriend. Make me some breakfast.”

Hey, Hot Stuff {Zen x MC}

           Hey you guys, yes! I am back! After about… what has it been, two weeks after basically ghosting you all I am here. I’m sorry that I’ve been gone for so long. I’ve just been really busy… and depressed… but now I’m slightly less of both of those things. I promise that I will be better at writing more. I would like to thank my amazing friend @yuri-on-a-messenger for allowing me to use her username as the Tumblr user you were messaging in this fic. She writes amazing stuff, so go check her blog out. I love her so much and you should love her too, tbh. She’s awesome.

Anyways, 고고씽~!

 

           Sitting in Jaehee’s café next to Zen after practice for his latest musical never really seemed like a bad idea before. Even when you got there it didn’t seem like too bad of an idea. That was until one of your best friends sent you a message through Tumblr. That’s how you had met, and though you had never met in person, you considered yourselves to be incredibly close. That being said, honestly, it was not the time for what the conversation had led up to. Zen was talking to Jaehee for the time being, so you figured that you might as well just answer.

           yuri-on-a-messenger: Hey, (MC). What are you doing?

           (MC): Nothing much. I met a friend at a café after he finished practice.

           Seconds later, she responded.

           yuri-on-a-messenger: Ooooh. Is this friend who I think he is?

           You rolled your eyes at her blatant teasing. Regardless, you complied in answering her

           (MC): Maaaaaaybe…

           yuri-on-a-messenger: “He’s just so nice and caring. I think he’s just, like, the best guy ever. And his acting! Don’t even get me started on his acting! The way he gets into character is just amazing!”

           (MC): Shut up! I don’t talk like that.

           yuri-on-a-messenger: Dude

           yuri-on-a-messenger: I have the receipts

           yuri-on-a-messenger: Don’t even try me because I will send them

           (MC): Okay, okay. I’ll admit that I do like him. But, again, like I’ve said, he’s a celebrity. I’m just his friend and moral supporter. I don’t rea-

           In the middle of typing your message, you got interrupted by a certain someone sitting next to you in the booth. “So, who are you texting? What are you talking about?” He asked jokingly.

           Bringing your phone to your chest, you glance up timidly, “Nothing. No one. Why?” You stuttered.

           He got a slightly annoyed look on his face, “Well don’t explode. It was just a question.” He responded with a bit of attitude.

           Maybe it was because you had never held back who you had been texting, or about what, from him. But you didn’t really pay mind to that when it came to the fact that you had been talking about him. “It was, um, just a friend. I was talking to a friend. Yeah.” You managed to let out.

           “A friend, huh?” He interrogated.

           “Mmhmm.” You replied, nodding hastily.

           “Okay.” Was all he said, but he didn’t buy a word that came out of your mouth. You saw him passive-aggressively sipping his drink, and with that, you automatically changed the subject.

 

           A friend? What kind of “friend”? He thought, racking his brain for any ideas. This had never happened before. When did (MC) start hiding her conversations from him, the actor thought. His eyes widened at his next thought. What if it was a guy that she had met? Is that why she didn’t want to tell him?

           Zen felt metaphorical smoke leave his ears. He couldn’t even fathom why he felt so blatantly possessive of her. He couldn’t help it. They were such good friends that he had to protect her. That was the reason why right?

 

           Sighing, you threw yourself onto the bed in your apartment. You were no longer living in at Rika’s anymore so you could throw yourself anywhere in the house without worry. You fiddled with your phone, attempting to message your friend again. It had been a few weeks since you had last seen Zen. Lately, he hadn’t really been talking to you, in the messenger, or in a private thread. He hadn’t even invited you out or sent a text to see if you were even doing okay. Besides hiding your messages to your friend, about him, from him, what had you done wrong? Why was he acting this way towards you? You had a right to your privacy, right? At least that’s what you thought.

           (MC): Yo, yo. What’s up?

           It took the college student time to respond, but within minutes, you heard your phone chime

           yuri-on-a-messenger: Please never say that again.

           (MC): What? I just asked ‘what’s up?’

           yuri-on-a-messenger: You’re not going to make me repeat it, are you?

           (MC): Ha-ha, no.

           You responded as you heard a knock on the door. Setting your phone on the coffee table by the door, you answered it.

           Lo and behold, a certain white-haired actor stood in front of you. “Oh, hey, Zen. You’re here?” You blurted out as if it were a question.

           He cleared his throat, awkwardly. It was unlike him. Usually, he was so suave and collected. “Uh, yeah. Sorry for intruding.”

           “Oh… It’s no problem. Come in.” You responded, leading him to the couch.

           “So, what have you been up to?” He started off, awkwardly.

           “Nothing much. I took a cool picture of my latte this morning, but that’s pretty much it.” You responded, picking your phone up off the table and handing it to him.

           You two were so close that, of course, he knew your password. You took your phone briefly to pull it up and then gave it back to him. He looked at the picture and smiled. Maybe you had gone a tad overboard with it, adding whipped cream and cinnamon atop the hot beverage. “Looks like you knew what you were doing” He commented.

           You giggled, “Not really. I just try really hard” You let out as a message notification sounded from your phone. Zen looked down at it impulsively, as did you.

           yuri-on-a-messenger: So, what’s up, hot stuff? Sorry I…

The preview read. These kinds of teasing nicknames were commonplace in your friendship. Of course, Zen didn’t know that, nor did he know who this was. Of course, it was only natural that he would jump to conclusions.

           You saw rage bubble behind his normally kind, yet intense eyes. He promptly gave passed the device back to you. “You might want to answer that,” he mumbled.

           “I…” you started, “Okay. I guess so.” You said, responding to the conversation. You let her know that it was okay that she was busy, and that you were busy at the moment, too. As soon as you finished, you turned your attention back to the man sitting next to you. He was leaning towards you when you turned away, only to find him leaning against the other armrest, mindlessly scrolling through his SNS feed. “Zen? Are you alright” There was concern lacing your words.

           He, though, clearly tried to play this off as if he was just fine. “Peachy. Why do you ask?” He deadpanned.

           “You’re such a liar. You say you’re fine, yet you make no effort to appear that way.” Maybe you were trying to provoke him. You knew that he would let his true feelings out if you pushed hard enough.

           “I’m not lying, though.” He responded. “I am fine.”

           “Then, if you’re so ‘fine’, why won’t you even look at me when you talk to me?” You pushed.

           “Because I can’t stand the idea of you possibly being in a relationship with someone that isn’t me. There, I said it! Are you happy now? Will you stop pushing me and asking so many questions? Will you stop trying to provoke me?” He rambled, raising his voice. Instinctively, you backed up a little from where you were sitting. Realising what he had just said, he looked down. You could tell he didn’t intend to let all of those feelings and emotions out.

           Sighing, you got down on the floor, and kneeled down in front of him, taking his hands. “Zen…” You paused, resting your fingers under his chin as you guided his eyes to meet yours. Reluctantly, he complied. “Why would you ever even begin to think that I would be in a relationship with anyone right now?”

           “Well, for starters, ‘what’s up, hot stuff?’” He answered, making air quotes.

           “Nothing much, you?” You joked, attempting to lighten the mood.

           “No, I meant-

           “I know what you meant. You want to see a picture of who I was talking to?” He nodded slowly. “Okay… Just give me a second.” You swiftly pulled up the messages and showed him the profile picture of the account. It showed a glasses-clad girl with blonde hair.

           “Who’s this?” He asked, obviously confused.

           “This,” you said, shaking your phone, “is one of my closest internet friends. I met her through mutual interests, and we talk all the time. We’re so close that we just use random nicknames like ‘hot stuff’, just to mess with each other.”

           “Is this who you were talking to that day at Jaehee’s?” He went on to ask. You nodded, a smile donning your face. “Then… Why did you hide the messages?”

           “Well… She was kinda teasing me about you. I had told her that I was with you and she started to say all these things that I had told her in the past.”

           “Like…”

           “How I said that you were a great actor… And how you shone up on stage… And how you were really attractive.”

           “And?” He teased. He could probably tell that you were holding something back.

           “And how I have a huge crush on you.”

           “Do you, now?”

           You laughed, “Yes… I guess you could say that you got what you wanted.”

           His smile changed to an expression of confusion. “What do you mean?”

           “I’m not in a relationship with anyone.”

           “Well,” he paused, “maybe we’ll just have to change that.” He replied, pulling you up to him and kissing you softly on your cheek, “What do you say?”

           Smiling, you nodded, and he took that as an opportunity to tenderly press his lips to yours.

Soul Mark Series (Part 2) Jason Todd x Reader

Y/N- your name

Warnings: Fire, food

J- Hey, sorry I’m replying now but I’d like to talk to you today. Where do you want to meet?


Jason had sent you that at 6:02AM but you didn’t see it until you woke up at 10:08AM. What if Jason had thought that you were ignoring him? What if he thought you didn’t want him as your soulmate? You decided to text him as soon as you read the text.

Y/N- I’m sorry!! I’m only seeing this now. I hope you understand, my shift was really hectic last night. We can meet anywhere you’d like but I’m feeling hungry.


You sent the text to Jason and set your phone down and got out of bed went to see if you at least had a snack in your refrigerator. You took your phone with you and set it down on the countertop next to the machine. When you opened the door and bent down to search your refrigerator, your phone vibrated.

J- I could make you some food if you like, I hear I’m not too shabby in the kitchen ;^)

You rolled your eyes and smiled. You responded:


Y/N- Neither am I. But my fridge is kinda empty, can we go to the grocery store? (lol lame ,’:) )

You hoped Jason would not think that your first date should be at a grocery store. Wait, was this even a first date? You closed the fridge as your phone vibrated once more.

J- lol It’s not lame, hell I need to go too. What time?

Y/N- Around 12? Which store should I meet you at?

J- I can pick you up, we can go to Sharpman Shoppers, they’re having a sale.

Y/N- Sounds good, here’s my address:
302A Boggshead Apartments, GC

J- It’s a date, I’ll see you soon.


You then showered without washing your hair and dressed in jeans, slides (with socks), and a sweatshirt. You revised your hair by brushing it, putting dry shampoo into it then putting it into a ponytail. Your makeup was minimalistic. When finished with your look, you grabbed many of your reusable grocery bags when you received a buzz on your intercom.

You walked over to the speaker and pressed the response button and said, “This is Y/N, who is this?”

“It’s Jason, I’m outside. Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right there.” Jason was early but you were ready.

You then left your apartment. Your budget for this trip was your tips and whatever could fit in the bags you brought. Nothing too special but the thought of just finally getting to know your soulmate after a decade made you have butterflies. Well, it was either that or the sight of Jason leaning against his car with a smile on his face that have you butterflies. Jason wore jeans, a white v-neck, and a black leather jacket. He was even more handsome than when you first met, if that was possible. Turns out you were right, Whitey was attractive in certain light.

“Hey Y/N.”

“Hi.” You replied, going into a hug that Jason initiated.

“You look great, I love the bags.” He motioned towards the bundle of bags on your arm.

“What can I say, I’m an avid shopper.” You shrugged and got into the passenger seat of Jason’s car and drove to Sharpman Shoppers. The car ride was moderately quiet until Jason spoke up.

“Would you like me to cook dinner for you? You never answered my question.” He said, not taking his eyes off of the road.

“That depends, can you?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Hell yeah I can,” He said with mock shock on his face. “If you don’t believe me, we can have dinner at my place Sunday night.”

“That sounds nice, what’ll you make?” You asked, leaning closer to Jason so that you were comfortable in your seat. You could see feint scars along his sharp jawline, every other one criss-crossing another. Jason had many that you could see. You sneeked a look at his collarbone and was greated with more scars ranging from circles to star-like ones. He had so many, you barely had any. Seeing them, you wondered how he got them and the pain he had to go through to get them.

“See something interesting?” Jason swallowed nervously. You realized how close you were to him and that the car was parked in Sharpman Shoppers and you were diving into Jason’s neck. You backed away embarrassed and apologizing with Jason saying it’s fine.

“Uh, you just have a lot of scars. Like, a shit ton.” You blushed and laughed.

“A lot of stories too. I’ll tell you a few one day.” He patted your shoulder and opened his car door. You did the same and met him at the grocery cart station that he had parked next to. You got a cart but Jason didn’t, he reached for a basket once inside.

“So what do you need you to buy?” Jason asked as you took off with your cart. Your soulmate was strolling next to you with the basket hooked on his arm and hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.

“Almost everything,” You joked. “I don’t think I’ve had milk within the last 2 weeks.”

Coincidentally, you walked past the dairy aisle as you said that. You then grabbed a gallon of milk and placed it in the cart. Jason grabbed a half gallon. You two kept strolling around the store, having mini conversations everytime you put something in your cart. You were at the cereal section when Jason got a phone call.

“Oh, it’s Dick. Do you mind?” He asked, showing you the caller ID.

“No, go ahead. Tell him I said hi.” You smiled as Jason walked to the end of the aisle while you remained in the middle. You had chosen three boxes of cereal, figuring it should last you the rest of the month. You turned to check on Jason who was approaching you with a clenched jaw.

“Y/N, I am so sorry but Dick told me that there’s a family emergency going on and I have to go home.” Jason put his hands on your shoulder and looked you dead in the eyes, concern filling his own. You could tell he was being sincere and you wanted to build your inevitable relationship on trust so you agreed.

“Oh my god, yeah, it’s fine. Go, I’ll text you later. But what about your stuff?” You asked pointing to his basket.

“Can I trust you to hold on to it?”

“Jason, I’m not buying your groceries.” You stated with a matter of fact. You were only paid enough to cover yourself. No way could you buy someone else’s food AND your own.

“I know, I know. I wasn’t asking you to. But…” He handed you the basket and took out his phone. Jason then promptly took a picture of his basket.

“I will just come back later. Again, I’m sorry Y/N, but I will make this up to you.” Jason kissed your cheek and ran off behind you. You didn’t turn back to watch him bolt from your first date. You then realized that he was your ride home too.

You continued shopping for products and before you checked out, you put Jason’s items back with courtesy. You paid for your groceries and went home on the bus to put them away. While doing so, you turned on the television for background noise. The news is what appeared on the screen, a building consumed by flames. Citizens inside waving whatever they could find to get rescuers attention. It was a horrible sight, but you felt some relief when you saw Batman, Robin, Nightwing, Red Robin, and Red Hood help rescue people from the inferno behind them.

The footage was doing a 360° view of the building, all you could see was flames and smoke emitting from anywhere it could. You stared at one side each time the helicopter broadcasted it, you could see something feint within the flames. It took you a few rotations until you finally saw the symbol that way hidden away amongst the roaring flames.

A question mark.

You had heard of The Riddler, every citizen in Gotham had. You knew of his wicked ways and bold attacks on business moguls and innocent citizens alike. You thought of Jason, you hoped that The Riddler wouldn’t attack him at random. He was an innocent citizen after all.


Jason texted you as you were about to sleep.


J- Are you okay?


Y/N- Yeah, why wouldn’t I?


J- I’m just making sure. The emergency with my brother made me worry about people I care about.

Jason cared about you, not that you didn’t already care about him. But only after a day and half, you were glad he felt the same.

Y/N- Thank you, but I’m fine. Are you okay? How is your brother?

J- He’s fine nothing major. He’s been through worse and made it.

You thought of the question mark in the flames and The Riddler’s wickedness and your worry towards Jason.

Y/N- Did you hear about that big fire today?

J- Yeah, it looked pretty bad.

Y/N- Did you watch the news? I saw Batman and his crew saving some people, it was kinda scary

J- Yeah, I saw. Who’s your favorite of his gang? ’,:^)

Y/N- Red Hood and Red Robin. It’s cool to watch their fighting styles.

J- What about out of those two? Me, personally, I’m a fan of Red Hood. I mean, have you seen his legs? ’,:^)

Y/N- Lmao he’s definitely my favorite. His legs aren’t too shabby.

J- Do you want to go out again today? I need to make up for leaving.

Y/N- I’m not sure, I’m still a little tired from yesterday’s shift. But I will definitely come over for dinner tomorrow.

J- Me too, I’ll let you go so you can relax. Have a nice day Y/N.

Y/N- You too, Jason :)


Dinner with Jason was amazing. He had made lamb chops with asparagus and red wine sauce. Not only that, but the two of you could not stop smiling and laughing the whole night. Jason loved your sense of humor and you loved his. You had brought an old bottle of red wine to his place and you both had more than a few drinks while talking after dinner.


“No way, Tim really did that?” You asked.

“Yup, at the ripe old age of 13. We never let him live it down” Jason laughed while setting down his half empty wine glass.

“Ah, well, I should be heading home soon. I’ve got a shift from noon to midnight again and I’d like to get a good night’s rest.” You said after downing the last of the wine in your glass. You walked over to Jason and titled your head to the side while leaning on his countertop. For a while, you and Jason just took each other in, drinking the sight of your soulmate, swallowing every drop of them. Jason walked towards you with sultry and drunken eyes that drew you in. He put his hands to your face slowly, caressing it gently. You stood straighter than you were and looked up at him. You saw him looking at your mouth. You blushed red and almost put your arm around him, almost dipping into a kiss that could have led to more.

But you stepped back. You stepped back and regretted it immediately. You saw a miniscule shred of fear, sadness, and disappointment in Jason’s blue eyes. You wanted to kiss him, honestly and truly you did, but it felt too soon to do something like that two days after meeting him.


“Ok, I’ll let you go.” He swallowed. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I’m sor–” Jason began before you interrupted him.

“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable, it’s just that I want us to take our time. I know we’re meant to be together but I want to get to know you first.” You says sincerely, placing your hands on his face, making him look you in the eye. You could feel his face soften and without a second thought, you drew him into a warm embrace that you felt he needed. Maybe it was the scars you saw, maybe it was the issue Jason had with his family yesterday. Whatever it was, Jason needed a hug. And you knew, that you would always be there to give him one.

The Good day is still bad

Exo Mafia AU!
How you would meet Chen

Contains light swearing
Hope you gyus like it :)
(I excuse myself for my spelling mistakes)


You’re siting at your bed, watching some Netflix on PC and surfing in the Internet with your mobile phone. Everything is quiet beside your PC and sometimes you can hear the rain against the window.
It wasn’t a good day for you. first on the way to school a stranger bumbed into you and messed up your outfit with his coffee, second some of your classmated tought it is funny to steal your homework and because you had forgot the homework the last three times too the teacher had keeped you 2 hours more in school. And if this wasn’t enough on your way back home it started to rain like hell and well you were soaked as you came home. All what you want now is to relax from this horrobile day.
You’re scrolling though some funny pics you have in your gallery but many of them can’t make you laught not just a little grin. You turn off the phone, put it near the PC and with a light jump you throw yourself onto the bed. This day can’t be worser anymore and It’s 11 pm so in a hour is an another day. Hopefuly the next day isn’t so worse like today.
You closed your eyes for a bit but after that you feel tired. As you stood up to get dressed for bed your phone makes a notification sound. With a glance on it you see that a stranger message you over Kakao-Talk. It sais Hello. You grabbed your phone and look through the strabger’s profile but there was nothing. No profile picture no background. You think that the stranger is new to the app. You don’t think about it twice and texted back.

You: Hello too
Unknown: took you long to text me Checked out my profie?
You: maybe. You’re new?
Unknown: New? New to what?
You: The App
Unknown: hehehe yeah… I am new
You: So why did you massage me
Unknown: IDK I just want to make new friends and then I found you
You: Okay… wanna talk :D
Unknown: Sure I’m kind of bored some distraction will be good … do you want to tell me your name?
You: what a strange way to ask for someone’s name but It’s (Y/N)
Unknown: Nice name I like it
You: thanks what is you name?
Unknown: secret but you can call me Chen
You: Chen? Are you from China?
Chen: No Korea. Why did you ask?
You: doesn’t have China such a Name. Chen is a quiet famous name there
Chen: Oh but again I am not from China
You: I got it. Hey I’m from Korea too
Chen: fine. How was your day?
You: well I don’t want to get attention but It wasn’t a good day maybe the worst day of my life
Chen: don’t worry tomorrow will be a better day
You: how can you garantee me this
Chen: have faith
You: I didn’t do my homework. Again
Chen: Skip school
You: No! I want a good job
Chen: I skipped School too and now I am very smart and have a good job.
You: How?
Chen: secret
Chen: work is calling me. Later?
You: Um… sure Later
Chen: belive me tomorrow will be a good day sweety

Sweety? He called you sweety. A little smile creped on your lips. Nobody called you like this but you can’t belive how he know that it will be a better day tomorrow. Maybe you should just skip the day and do the homework then. No this isn’t right you have to go to school. You quickly get dressed for bed and go sleeping.

Next day new chance. Not today. As you look on the clock you see how it shows 8 am. You’re late for school. You jumped out of bed and run downstairs to the bathroom to clean yourself and make put your hair into a ponytale. On the way to the kitchen you turned on the TV but stopped soon as you hear the local news
“A teacher and the director from the local school were killed last night. The police says that the famous Mafia Exo killed both of them wile they were in the school building because both were shoot in the heart. The studens from the local Univerity school have a day off today”

The Tv shows a photo from Your class teacher and the director from your school. You can’t belive this as much you don’t wanted to go to school but this… They are Dead, shoot in the school building. You sit down at the couch. How could this be but think positiv you don’t have to go to school for 2 days.
Sowly you started to make brakefast and after eating it you get dressed in more casual clothes, grab the keys and go out for a walk. You decide to take a walk to the nearest park. As soon as you started walking the notivication sound from your phone rings. A little look and again a smile is on your lips. Chen wrote again. It sais Hi there sweety got a good day by now. You meet him just yesterday but somehow in whatever way you kind of liked him
so you write

You: Hey… the day is okay. It is strange that my teacher and the director got killed. I’m kind of scared now
Chen: You’re outside right? sraced because of the Mafia?
You: Yes
Chen: Don’t worry I heard that they don’t kill women they only kidnapp them
You: Woow… I feel so much les scared now
Chen: You’re welcome
You: It was sacrasm
Chen: I know ;)…
Chen: befor I go back to work I want to tell you something
You: I’m waiting
Chen: The Firewall on your Phone is waek. Please install something to change this.
You: Um… okay how can you know this. Are you allknown?
Chen: hahaha… No. I’m not Allknown I just have my ways. Later
You: Later

You reached the park. After a while of wandering around you lay down on the grass and try not to think of the mafia and relax.

Chen pov.
“Chen what are you doing over there again!?” “Chen!”
“Calm down I have everything under control” Fuck… Fuck… Fuck… why now? can’t this ass attack me tomorrow. I had a day off and was enjoying some normal food but noo he had to break my Firewall and crashed my Servers down.
“CHEN! We don’t have any energy left because of you!” uhhh… “I know I know D.O I take care of it but just don’t distract me OKAY!?” Save… Save it already. 97% come on the last 3%. Faster befor he can get them.
2%
1%
FINALY 100%
I plug out the USB-stick, put it in my pocked and run as fast as I can to my 9 Servers only to turn them of so that he can’t get any data anymor. All lights turn off and after 30 seconds they turn on again. I take a deep breath. I need to stop for today very soon one more attack today and I go crazy. I go out of my “Office” and go down to the meeting room. “Got some problems with the ol’ Cracker?” Asked Chanyoel me. I throw myself on my chair and mean “This Kid If I get his ID I prersonaly go to his house and Shoot him a tousand times in his head. He can call himself lucky that he can hide his fingerprints so good” D.O and Suho are talking about something from the Business only Chanyeol and Baekhyung give attention to me. The otherst are outside doing their Missions. Baekhyung starts to speak “Calm down Chen one day you’ll get him and what is better than shooting him a thousand times? Right let him suffer. Kidnapp him and torture him so much that he beg you to kill him and then only-” Chanyeol trys to stop him from talking “Baek!” but ist doesn’t work “Only give him a gun so that he have to kill himself”
“Baekhyun!” Shouted Suho from the other side from the Table “I told you to stop giving the others Ideas like this. Because of you our basement is full of corbses”
“But when this Kid” Baek strated “Get deeper into the servers he would know some of our secrets. It is our problem not Chen’s. We have to eliminate him soon” Suho and D.O look at him. Chanyeol agrees with Baekhyun with “He is right” Then Suho looks to me asking for my opinion “I think it too. Once he have the information he can go to the police and show them this”
Suho closed his eyes for a wile und sais “Chanyeol, Baekhyun, Chen make sure that this Cracker ass get his treatment which he deserves” After that the Light goes out and I immediately mean “This time it wasn’t me” I get my Phone out of my jeanspocked and turn on the flashlight. either some neightbors had used to much energy or my servers turn on again. I look at my phone. My Kakao-Talk have a massage from her. I can’t write her now without my servers she’ll just see strange texts. “What do we do now” D.O asks “I don’t know. I think I go to my office” after I said this the light goes on again. So it wasn’t my servers.
After I arived at my office and see that everything is back to normal I look at my phone and open the Kakao app with her chat.
She wrote:
Chen hi I know it is strage but maybe we can meet. I began to smile but inside I know that this is a bit complicated. I reply


Chen: I would love to but I can’t
she immediately write back
(Y/N): Hi… but why can’t you
Chen: Because of my job
(Y/N): why what’s wrong with your job
Chen: I am not allowed to talk about this
(Y/N): Um… okay
Chen: Hey don’t be sad sweety. Once we can meet but not soon
(Y/N): :D I’m not sad. I just don’t know any Jobs who don’t allow someone to meet others
Chen: Hahaha… Strange isn’t it
(Y/N): Yeah strange
Chen: So how was your day?
(Y/N): Well it was good realy. I was at the park and it started raining but then someone gave me an umbrella he just said “don’t forgett one next time” and he was gone
Chen: but you didn’t got wet or?
(Y/N): yes

I heard a knock on my door and than Xiumin go into my office.
“Chen you have to pay me” I look at him “I know, wait a bit” I stand up and unlock my save
“Why did you want me to shoot the two teacher and have an eye on this (Y/N) girl” he asks and I awnser “Secret”
“Wait… don’t tell me that you like her you know she’ll be in danger”
“Here the money and now go out of my office”
“Sure, Sure I just wanted to say it”
“Yeah and now go”
“But remember I have my own stuff to do”
“Xiumin, Don’t lie to me I checked your diary and there was nothing”
“See You later, Stalker”
“You’re one too”
Xiumin is gone and (Y/N) message me again

(Y/N): Um hey Chen… Do you know something about the Exo Mafia maybe how they members look like
Chen: um a little bit. Why do you ask?
(Y/N): Is there someone who look like Yoda and there is an another man I can’t describe him but they keep staring at me
(Y/N): I’m scared
Chen: Don’t worry sweety they woudn’t harm you. Just be in crowded places and everything is okay
(Y/N): So they are from the Mafia
Chen: I can’t tell. I write you when I know more just do what I said
(Y/N): Okay thank you

I put my phone in ma pocket and sprint down the stairs to the meetingroom but I don’t see Chanyeol and Baekhyun only Suho and D.O.
I shout “Where are Chan and Baek!?” Suho immediately mean “They doing a Mission someone want a special girl as a slave”
“NO!”
“What do you mean with No?”
“The girl he wants is the one I looked after 1 month ago”
“And? he gives us good money for this I think she is someone special”

I scream because of frustraction. I get my shoes on as fast as I can “Where do you want to go” Asked D.O me “Saving this girl from us” With fast steps I go to the door and grab my jaket too “By showing her your true identity” Suho complains I sight “Well then saving her from this freak who wants her”
“What’s with the money?”
“We have Billions. this little Mission can be canceled”

Without saying more I leave the house. My servers are online and my phone is conected so there is no problem that she’ll not see that I hacked her phone

Chen: Where are you?

She didn’t reply. I track her phone to see where she is. She is still at the park but she is not moving. I just hope she is under people.
Wile I run to the park I try to call Chanyeol but he don’t awnser it is the same with Baekhyun. Shit.
I arrived at the park and see many people. how can I know how she looks I don’t even want to use hacking again and without my PC I can’t do that. Shit Shit Shit Shit.
I hear my notivication sound.
Finaly she wrote back

(Y/N): At the park
Chen: Okay Okay… what are you wearing? how can I identify you?
(Y/N): Um… I have (H/C) Hair and wearing plain casual clothes. And a Scarft. I am sitting on a bench
Chen: Good don’t move a centimeter I come and get you
(Y/N): Thank you

I look around and soon I found her. I can understand why someone want her as a slave she really looks good. I sit down beside her. She don’t look to me and she seems tense.
”Waiting for someone?” I ask but she don’t say anything “Well I do and I think I found her. sweety” Now she looks to me and I too. I gave her a smile but then grab her hand and go away to a more crowded place “Don’t say anything okay I take you to a more saver place so that we can speak better”
After we arived at a more crowded place I turn around and checked her from head to toe. I keep staring at her
“Chen is it you?” God this voice so quiet and small “Yes it’s me don’t worry okay I got you” I look around only to find Chanyoel and Baekhyun staring at us from far away. They know that I am with her but what they don’t know is that I already marked her as mine. Next time I make myself clear when I get myself a human.
So what do I do now? she knows how I look like and the both are after her. I look back to her: In her eyes are some tears and she clearly don’t know what’s going on.
“Listen I bring you to my house but You have to promise me that you don’t go crazy okay” She just nod.

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Request are open :3

Insecurities

I for some reason can’t mention the person, because every time I do Wattpad decided to crash on me!! Grr!

You know who you are boo!

Warning: Insecurities and Self-consciousness! Cursing…..(And ew the one-shot)



“Ugh.” You groaned, staring at your reflection in the mirror with a glare. You pinch a tiny bundle of fat on your stomach, making a disgusted expression you flicked it with your fingers.

A few days ago you discovered a dress that Bruce had put in a gift box, unwrapped, in your shared closet. You were searching for your stilettos to mix and match for the gala your husband gonna hold that night. Curiosity got the best of you, you decided to have a little peek.

You frowned as you found a little letter that was a bit crumpled,

To: Grace Cameron

I won’t write much, I’m just going to say hope you liked my little present for Valentine’s Day. See you tonight, darling.

Love,

-B.Wayne

“So cheesy Bruce.” You laughed, remembering your husband’s writing in the letter. You knew the girl. She was a cute and cheerful brunette, unfortunately, and thank god, they broke up as soon as Bruce found out she was marrying another guy.

She loved the guy so it was easy for her to move on and forget everything that had happened between them, but it was hard for Bruce. You were mad at the woman and cheer Bruce up which made him fell for you.

Sighing you went downstairs deciding that you were going to cut your meal for a few days, maybe a month until you satisfied with your weight.

A week passed, you looked a bit paler than usual. The boys got worried as days passed. They decided to confront you.

“(Y/N)!” Your older son called from the stairs, his hair was messy so you assumed he just got up from his beauty sleep, you, on the other hand, just got back from the gym.

“Oh! Dick.” You turned around to face the raven haired boy, tilting your head up a bit since he was just a little taller than you. “What is it, sweetheart?”

He didn’t answer, his eyes eyeing your figure up and down.

“Did you lose some weight?”

You blushed as you tore your gaze from him to your body, you didn’t notice any differences though, “you think so? I’m glad. I thought I gain more weight.”

“No, no. This is not good!” He exclaimed, throwing his arms into the air. “No! Bruce is going to kill me, and the others!”

“What?”

“(Y/N)! Look at you, you’re so pale! Your eyes, oh my god, look at those dark circles! You are so thin! It’s not healthy!” He shook your shoulder making you stumble. “Are you doing a diet?!”

“Uh…” You scratched the back of your head nervously, what? You were supposed to be the mom here. Not him. “Yeah, kinda.”

He pulled his phone out, backing away slightly as he took a picture of you.

“What are you doing?”

“Look!”

You took the phone from him, looking at your photo with your eyes already squinted trying to find the differences and you did. You did look a bit paler and thinner than you were before. Dark circles were visible under your eyes. Did you go too far?

“Whoa, it’s me?” You whispered, a tinge of sadness and disappointment were obvious in your tone.

“Yes, why did you do this to yourself?”

A tear slipped from your eye, you didn’t feel sad. Hell, when you found the box and the letter you even burst out laughing loudly.

Your tears made Dick panic, he flailed his arms trying to think of something to calm you down before he could do anything though the others had surrounded the both of you. Glaring daggers at the oldest boy and started to question him.

“What did you do, Grayson?!”

“Dick, what the fuck?”

“Shame on you.”

Those words from your kids made you laugh, especially Dick’s guilty expression. Soon after you calm down because you had received a gentle back rub from Tim you started to explain to them. That it wasn’t Dick’s fault that you cried.

“So you were saying…” Tim started,

“That you were crying…” Jason continued,

“Because you were jealous of Father’s exes?” Damian finished.

You could’ve snorted if you weren’t so sad. Slowly you nodded as an answer since you couldn’t trust your mouth at the moment. They didn’t say anything else, you didn’t even realize that Dick had gone from the room to bring you a food Alfred made that morning.

“Eat up mother,” Damian took the plate from Dick and placed it in front of you, “You are uglier than father’s exes..” Your heart sank hearing those words, when you were about to put the plate away and the others about to hit him in the face he continued, “in your current state… You look like a demon. I want your old healthy self back.”

“Aww Damian, I feel better now. Thank you.” You cracked a small smile. “All of you!”

When you wake up the next morning, you found a bunch of chocolate and a bouquet of flowers near your bed. There’s a small letter beside them that said;

To: My Beloved wife.
Im sorry for making you sad, I thought I had thrown those stuff away. But it seems like I forgot about them. I’m going to make this short, I love you (Y/N) Wayne, I don’t care how much weight you gain, how old and crazy you could get. I’ll always love you and none of those things would change my mind.
Love,
Your one and only,
Bruce Wayne a.k.a your boo bear.



Nooo, this is not my best work… ._.
And I’m sorry for it.. I’m sorry!

I suck, okay! *sad face* XD

I’ll try my best for the next one, sorry if it’s weird and has a lot of errors!

I dont want to publish thisbut I had to.

-K!

lizardcool17  asked:

Mickey and Emil learn that their fans ship them together. They also find dirty/kinky Emimike fanfiction about them. (thank you again for writing all of my prompts your awesome and I can't wait for more of your amazing work)

Of course, my love!! Your prompts are always so good~♥
I’m going to try and keep this one short ;)

“Mickey,” Emil began hesitantly and Michele took a calming breath in through his nose. As it was, the other was already in the middle of borrowing his phone, since his had died - because he took too many pictures, more than likely - so, what did he want now?

“What, Emil?” Michele replied, glancing over.

“Uh, I accidentally opened your browser,” Emil said, looking everywhere by at Michele. “Umm…”

“So?” He quirked a brow. “Close it.”

“Yeah.” Emil swallowed. “I was just… What exactly is…this?” He turned the screen toward Michele, who nearly had an aneurysm. He’d completely forgotten about his curious internet search the night before.

“You know,” Sara had said, scrolling through her messages. “You’ve got lots of fans.”

“I’m well aware,” Michele answered her with a slight frown. “Is that surprising to you? I have made it to the GPF twice.”

“I don’t mean you.” She rolled her eyes. “I mean you and Emil.

That was how the whole thing started. And Michele had been foolish enough to not only forget to delete his search history, but to leave his most recent find on the main tab.

“So,” Emil cleared his throat. “You were reading-”

“No!” Michele leaped forward, grabbing his phone. “I wasn’t reading it. I mean, I read it, but it was just…I wasn’t…” he trailed off, his face on fire. “I was just…curious.”

“Curious…” Emil echoed. “And did it satisfy?” he asked.

Michele snapped his head up, his eyes wide. Emil’s face was even redder than his felt. “What?” he questioned, blinking rapidly.

“Your curiosity,” Emil continued, rubbing the back of his neck and gazing up at Michele through his bangs. “Did it satisfy it?”

To be honest, reading what others had assumed he and Emil did behind closed doors only piqued a curiosity of a different nature. 

“I…uh…” Michele tried to swallow, but his throat was dry.

“Do you mind if I…” Emil held his hand out for the phone and, unthinking, Michele handed it over. “I’m kind of curious how it ends.”

Okay, this totally didn’t really fill the prompt, did it? But it involves them being super embarrassed!! XD 
I hope you liked it! Thanks for always sending me great prompts!

Bonus (sitting down and looking at fanart): 

“So, Emil…” He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “Is it really that b-”

“Mickey, please.”

Reddit Prompt: Write a horror story where the protagonist doesn’t give a fuck.

They dragged me into a back room illuminated solely by candlelight. They gagged me, stripped me, and then tied me to a wooden table in the center of a chanting congregation. They whipped me a few times, and then this small decrepit old lady with Tweety Bird locks started writing things on my back.

I didn’t mind the gagging, the stripping, or being tied down all that much—it wasn’t all that different from what my boyfriend, Mike, and I did on especially frisky nights—but I kind of minded the writing. I don’t like being written on; especially when I don’t know what it says.

If they were going to write on me, they could have at least done it where I could see. It was pretty inconsiderate if you asked me.

When they were done, they led me—or rather pushed me—along another dark corridor that really started to make me question their ability to pay the light bill. Soon, they shoved me into another dark room and focusing on not tripping became more important than the state of their finances.

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Sam’s Baby - Sammy Wilk Imagine

Request:  Hi so I asked you this before and I dunno if you ever got it or not, but can I have a Sammy imagine where he comes home from tour and meets your child together for the first time?

A/N: I changed it a bit, I hope you don’t mind

‘But he’s coming home first and then going to the hospital, right?’ My sister Nicole asked. 

‘Umm..no. He’s going to the hospital straight from the airport.’ I said pulling my sleeves down and crossing my arms. 

‘Seriously? And what about you? He hasn’t seen you in six months.’ She said. ‘I thought he said that he can’t wait to see you.’ 

‘Nicole, she’s giving birth to his child. Of course that his priority is to see his kid as soon as possible.’  

‘But still..’ 

Nicole and I were talking about Sammy, who is soon becoming a dad, and his ex Stephanie, who is the mother of Sam’s child, and about me, his girlfriend. Yeah, it’s pretty fucked up, but here’s the story.. 

Sammy and I have been best friends ever since we were little kids. All of my best memories from my childhood happened with Sam. We’ve always been so close and cared and loved each other to death and that will forever stay like that. It’s impossible to break that bond between us. You could never see Sam without me or me without Sam. When we started the high school, a lot of them thought that we were together because of our acting when we’re around each other. Even our parents asked us if we were together which we found ridicuolus. We could never see ourselves being together, being in a relationship. But that’s what we thought then. When we graduated high school, I decided to go to college. Sam didn’t want to go to college, but he also didn’t want to let me go, he didn’t want for us to separate cause we both knew that distance would have ruined everything. Since he didn’t want to attend college, but also didn’t want to be away from me, he decided to move with me all the way from Omaha to Los Angeles. At first, it sounded crazy and it seemed impossible, but since his parents are pretty wealthy, Sam begged them to buy a small apartment in L.A. for the two of us. They were against it at first because they didn’t want Sam to leave, they didn’t want him to move to a whole another state so Sam told them if they don’t let him that he’ll run away there anyway and no one will be able to stop him nor get him back to Omaha without me. It didn’t take a long time for them to say ‘yes’ to Sam and let him move with me so our parents shared costs and bought us an apartment. We were the happiest people on earth when we moved to L.A. It was like dream come true - two best friends living together all by themselves far away from home. Everything was perfect.
One night, it was a friday night, we were going out in a club with a few of my new girl friends that I met on college and I still hang out with them actually. We were having so much fun and that was the night when Sam met a girl that he fell in love with. He met Stephanie. The girls that I hang out with told me that she was no good, but if I told that to Sam he would have thought that I was jealous which I really was. Soon they started dating and he was spending more and more time with her and I was getting more and more jealous. It was then when I realized that I love him, but not in just a friendly way, it was much more than that. Suddenly, I started wishing that I was Stephanie; I wanted to have his arms wrapped around me, I wanted him to kiss me, to tell me how much he loves, to hold hands with me and all those things. I thought that I was going crazy, but all I did was fall in love with my best friend and honestly that terrified me. 
Then, a few months later, we were going out again and all of us got quite drunk, but Sam..oh, God, Sam was hammered as well as Stephanie. They disappeared from the party and two weeks later, Stephanie called Sammy crying telling him that she’s pregnant. I think that I was even more shocked than he was. It’s like my world fell apart because the moment he told me that she’s pregnant, I saw them getting married and living together and that broke me. 
But then, just a week later, Sam found out that Stephanie cheated on him, more than just once or twice, right at the beginning of their relationship which lasted 5 months. Sam was heartbroken. Even though she was pregnant with his child, he couldn’t stay with her. He hurt him so bad and he just couldn’t forgive her, but he promised that he’ll take care and that he will always be there for their baby. 
After about 4 months, it was an ordinary Saturday night and Sam and I were watching a movie together. I have and always will hate horror movies, but that night Sam managed to convice me to watch one with him.

‘Oh my God..’ I said hiding my face in Sammy’s chest. ‘I don’t like this, Sam..’ 

‘Babe, that’s not real.’ He chuckled rubbing my back with his one hand and his other holding on my legs which were in his lap. I just sighed and continued watching, but then some creepy thing jumped out on the screen and I screamed so loudly and Sam started to laugh at me. 

‘You know what? Fuck you, I’m done with this shit.’ I said. I was so annoyed with him so I just got up from the couch and headed into my room.

‘Y/n, wait!’ He said following me. ‘I’m sorry for laughing at you.’ He said, but I just ignored him. ‘C’mon, baby girl.’ He said turning me to him by my elbow making me bump into his chest.  

‘Let me-!‘ 

 'Y/n, that’s not real, okay?’ He said taking my face between his hands. 

‘Stop making fun of me. You’re not funny.’ 

'I’m sorry, okay? I promise I won’t do it anymore. Okay?’ He said leaning his forehead against mine. 'Do you forgive me?’ He asked quietly. I looked up in his eyes glancing at his lips. He slowly closed the space between our faces and gently kissed me. He started walking making me walk backwards all the way until my feet bumped into the bed. He gently pushed me on the bed and then laid on me. 

‘Sam..’ 

‘I’ll stop if you don’t want-’ He said through the kiss. 

‘No, no please don’t stop..’ 

And basically that’s how we ended up together. The next day we confessed our feelings to each other even though he never ‘officially’ asked me to be his girlfriend, but I don’t mind because I know that he loves me and that’s the only thing that’s important to me. 

It was around 11 p.m. when the doorbell rang. I quickened my pace toward the door knowing that that was probably Sam. 

‘Sam, oh my God..’ I tightly wrapped my arms around his neck and he around my body burying his head in the crook of my neck. 

‘Hey, baby’ He said lifting me up a few inches from the floor and then putting me back down. ‘I missed you so much’ He said cupping my face and kissing my lips. 

‘I missed you too’ I smiled. ‘So..did you go to the hospital? Did you see the baby?’ I asked. 

‘Yeah, I did. I came just a few minutes after she gave birth actually.’ He said smiling and looking at the floor. 

‘Sam? Is everything okay?’ I asked noticing that he wasn’t in the best mood. 

‘Yeah, yeah it is.’ He said. ‘I held him in my arms and he’s so tiny and so cute and oh my God, I can’t believe that that’s my baby. It sucks that I won’t be able to hold him every single day and be with him and just watch him grow up.’ He said and it seemed like he wanted to get back together with Stephanie and it scared the shit out of me. 

'Do you want to..to be with them? I mean like do you want to live the family life with he-them?’ I asked looking at the floor with my arms crossed on my chest.

'I do want to be with the baby, but I don’t want to be with her. I don’t want anything with her, y/n. You’re the only woman in my life and you’ll always be, I promise you that.’ He said holding my chin up with his forefinger and I quickly wrapped my arms around him and he kissed my head. 

'I love you.' 

'I love you.’

2 months later 

Today Sam was bringing Noah to our home and I was so excited to see him. I’ve seen him maybe just 2 or 3 time since he was born so I’m happy that he’s coming today. 

I heard the front door shut and I knew that that was Sammy with Noah so I left whatever I was doing and quickly went to them.

‘Look’s who is here!’ Sammy said smiling and putting Noah on the floor who was in his infant car seat. 

‘Hey, baby’ I kissed him and then turned my attention to Noah ‘Hey, little guy. I missed you.’ I said smiling and kneeling down. 

‘Take him out of the car seat’ Sammy said. I took him in my arms and then the three of us went into the living room. 

‘He definitely wins the award for being the cutest baby ever’ I said. 

‘Yeah’ Sa chuckled. ‘He got it from his dad.’ Sam joked making me giggle. ‘You look good with kids’ 

‘Oh, do I?’ 

‘Yeah’ He said holding his hands on his hips and biting his lip.

My phone, which was in our bedroom, started ringing so I put Noah in Sammy’s arms and went to answer the phone. 

After having a short talk with my mom over the phone I headed back into the living room. Sam was holding Noah in his arms while walking slowly around the room and quietly talking something to him. I stood at the entrance of the living room and just watched them for a few minutes. Sammy’s smile when he is with Noah is priceless. I could see in his eyes, which literally shine when he holds him, how much he loves him. He already is and will be the best father to him. 
All that made me want even more to have kids with him, to have a family with him that I always wanted to have.

I took my phone and opened camera taking a few pictures of the two of them.

‘Are you taking pictures of us?’ Sam chuckled. 

‘Yeah’ I smiled. 

‘Hold on.’ He said. ‘Now’

‘This one is great’ I said as I sat down on the couch looking at the picture. Noah was asleep so Sammy put him on the other side of the couch and covered him with a blanket and then sat next to me. 

‘Let me see’ He said taking my phone in his hands. ‘He’s such a blessing.’ 

‘You make adorable kids.’  

‘I know, right?’ He chuckled. ‘Imagine just what our kids will look like. Cuteness overload.’ 

Our kids.

Our kids?’ I asked smiling. ‘Y-you want kids with me?’ 

‘Of course, babe’ He said making me sit on his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips against his lips.

‘I can’t explain you how happy I am to hear this’ 

‘How could I not want to have a family with the woman I love the most in the world, with the woman who I have been in love with my entire life? Baby girl, I want everything with you. I love you and I don’t want you to ever doubt that.’ 

‘I never have and never will doubt your love because I know that you do, I can feel it and see it.’ I said. ‘I love you too, inexplicably much.’

5+1

5 times the gang didn’t approve of Bughead and one time they realized they were idiots

1. Veronica

“OMG Betty I just got the juiciest gossip.” The heiress strolled into the Blue and Gold office without knocking. Completely ignoring Jughead next to her on the couch, she turned to Betty. “Trev Brown is going to ask you out again. I KNEW you were withholding information about the first date!”

“Yeah that’s not gonna happen,” Betty replied lazily.

“What? Why not? He’s super cute and he really likes you.”

“Because my boyfriend is literally right next to me,” she explained patiently, nestling into Jughead’s side.

"I know you don’t approve of us, but that’s our decision to make, not yours,” Jughead chimed in. “I’ve had a crush on Betty since middle school, so get it out of your head that I don’t care enough about her.”

“Fine,” Veronica huffed. “I’ll butt out, but I still don’t approve.” She gave them a pointed glare and stalked back out of the room

“You don’t have to!” Betty called out after her, leaning further into Jughead’s side.

2. Reggie


“Hey hot stuff,” Reggie called after Betty as she walked across the bleachers after cheerleading practice. “You going to my party Friday night? I can give you the full Mantle experience.”


“As much fun as that sounds, Reggie, I have a boyfriend.”


“Edward Scissorhands? Come on, Betts. We all know you’re only dating him because you feel bad or whatever. Why don’t you spend your time with a real man for once.”


“Excuse me?” Betty was suddenly livid. “Who are you to make assumptions about my personal relationships? I’ll have you know that Jughead Jones is ten times the man you’ll ever be, so you can get all these delusions out of your head.”


Their argument had drawn a crowd at this point. Jughead himself had just left the school to find meet Betty after practice. Seeing the small crowd around their rendezvous point, he broke into a rare run.


“Betty?” He called out, pushing through the crowd. He stopped when he saw her nose to nose with Reggie Mantle, a furious expression on her face. Jughead closed the remaining distance between himself and Betty in record time. “Betty, what’s going on?”


Seeing her hands were clenched into tight fists, he immediately grabbed them and pried her fingers open.


“Reggie here is just being presumptuous, as usual,” Betty huffed. “Nothing to worry about.”


“Come on, Betts. We’ve got a newspaper to write.” He threw his arm around her, leading her back to the high school, as everyone around her gawked at the odd couple.


3. Kevin


“Jug, we need to talk.” Kevin had just slid in across from Jughead in his usual booth.


Jughead removed his headphones and closed his computer to address the brunette. “If this is about Betty and defending her honor or whatnot, then you can leave. I’m sick of all you thinking we’re just fooling around or whatever.”


“Wait, so you’re actually serious about each other?” Kevin looked utterly perplexed at the thought.


“Yes,” Jughead sighed heavily. “I appreciate you looking out for Betty and all that, but she’s strong and she knows what she wants.”


“Yeah, but you never liked girls before. What changed?”


“I’ve always liked Betty. I just didn’t show it because she was over the moon for Archie.”


“So all this time, you’ve been claiming you don’t like romance, but you’ve just been pining after Betty? That’s so cinematic. I love it.”


“Well now that’s settled, you can leave. Bye Kevin. Let’s never do this again.”


Kevin knew better than to take offense to Jughead’s rudeness and left him alone to work on his novel. He felt much lighter knowing that his best friend was in good hands.


4. Cheryl


“No. I won’t allow it.” Cheryl’s voice caught betty and Jughead by surprise. He had come to pick her up from cheer practice, greeting her with a soft kiss. They were rudely interrupted by Riverdale High’s resident bitch.


Not missing a beat, Betty retorted, “I really don’t think that’s your decision to make, Cheryl.”


“I can’t have one of my Vixens dating the town weirdo,” the redhead elaborated. “Either you’re going to have to break up or quit the squad.”


“You can’t micromanage every aspect of the Vixens, Cheryl. I have an independent life outside of cheer, and so does everybody else. Rachel is dating a Serpent, but you’re not on her ass about it. Just leave us alone for once.”


Betty’s argument caught Cheryl by surprise, causing her to short circuit and storm off.


“You just stood up to Cheryl and survived,” Jughead murmured in awe. “You are an actual goddess.”


“Juggie, stop,” Betty giggled, blushing profusely. “You’re so dramatic.”


5. Archie


When Betty and Jughead took their usual seats at lunch, Betty knew something was off. Archie was fidgeting in his seat, something he never did. Next to him, Kevin was wearing an extremely worried expression. Veronica just looked pissed.


“What’s going on, guys,” she started tentatively. “What’d we miss?”


Before the other two had a chance to speak, Archie blurted out. “Betty we should date.”


“I’m sorry. I think I misheard you,” Jughead cut in. “You want to date my girlfriend?”


“Oh, come on, Jug. We all know you guys aren’t serious.”


Kevin took Betty and Jughead’s angry silences to finally pitch in. “No, we don’t all know that, Archie. That’s what I was trying to tell you.”


“I can’t believe you, Archie.” Betty had finally found her voice and she was fighting off tears. “I’m finally happy with somebody else, and you can’t stand that. You can’t stand the fact that I’m not doting on you 24/7, so you decide you want to try to destroy your best friends’ happiness. Get stuffed.”


She stormed off to a nearby empty table, leaving the entire table in shock. Jughead was torn between following Betty and giving Archie a piece of his mind. He decided Betty had said enough for the both of them.


“What she said,” he mumbled and left to sit with his girlfriend. There, he started to rub soothing circles onto Betty’s back, causing Archie to realize he made a huge mistake.


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“Veronica, I need your help.” Jughead’s voice was urgent as he lead her into the Blue and Gold office during free period. Betty was making up a test she missed during a doctor’s appointment, so it was empty.


“Cool your jets, Judd Nelson,” she quipped. “What’s the emergency?”


“I need to ask Betty to homecoming, but I don’t know how.’ Jughead’s voice shrank to an embarrassed whisper at his confession.


“Well you’ve come to the right place. Veronica Lodge specializes in romantic gestures.

-

Jughead’s knee was bouncing nervously as he sat at his desk. He had set everything up during cheer practice. On Betty’s desk sat a large stuffed cat that resembled her beloved Caramel. A bouquet of daisies, Betty’s favorite, rested on its lap next to a sign that said, “Homecoming without you would be a CAT-tastrophe.”


Veronica and Kevin both were in on the plan, and both reassured him that she would love the gesture. They wanted him to do it during lunch, when the entire school could see, but Jughead knew better. Betty didn’t like to be showy about their relationship, and neither did he. It was for them, not the rest of the school. He secretly hoped, however, that she would post a picture of it to some form of social media. They both wanted the rumors of pity dating to stop.


Jughead was so caught up in his thoughts that he had forgotten to pick up Betty from practice. He was jarred back to reality by the sounds of Betty’s shoes in the hall.


“Jughead, is everything okay? You didn’t come to get- Oh!” Her sentence was cut off by the sight of the giant cat on her desk. “Juggie, what is this?”


“I’m so sorry I forgot. I was caught up in my thoughts. Veronica and Kevin helped me with this. Do you like it?”


“Are you kidding? I love it! Thank you so much!” She engulfed him in a bone crushing hug, trying to convey all the emotions she was feeling. “I take it the others wanted you to do this publicly?” Betty mused.


“Yeah, but I know you don’t like to be showy about this stuff.” Jughead shuffled awkwardly as she took a picture of the display with her phone.


“You are too sweet, Jug. How did I get so lucky?”


“I’m the lucky one, Betts.”


Betty responded with a soft kiss, sneakily taking a picture while his eyes were closed. “This is totally going on Instagram,” she whispered as they broke apart. “Are you okay with me posting this one?” She showed him the one she snuck while they were kissing.


“I am if you are, babe,” he answered lazily. “It’s time to put all those rumors to rest.”


“With or without the rumors, I just want to show off for once,” Betty laughed. This prompted Jughead to laugh as well, and soon they were both in uncontrollable fits of giggles. They were too wrapped up in each other’s laughter to notice Ronnie and Kevin documenting the entire thing on Kevin’s snapchat. Now the entire school would be able to see just how perfect they were for each other.  

assumptions ll

i had stretched out this grocery shopping trip long enough by driving as slow as i could on the way there and taking any road that could extend the trip. i had forgotten everything that i had come here to get, besides daniel’s fruity pebbles. i went into the store just so i could get his fruity pebbles, nothing more. however, i ended up getting three boxes, don’t ask why, i was just feelin it i guess.

as i had three boxes of fruity pebbles in my arms and i was walking towards the checkout lines, my head turned towards the floor, i ran into something. someone. my fruity pebble boxes went flying to the ground and i bent down quickly to pick them up. when i rose from the ground, i saw a familiar man standing in front of me.

“y/n? is that you? oh my god, it’s been too long! how are you?” my high school sweetheart.

“jason, hey!” i exclaimed, being pulled into a hug while still trying to not crush the beloved boxes of cereal that i still held tight in my arms.

“it’s been so long since we last saw each other!” he repeated.

“i know! you look great!” i complimented him. i didn’t mean to be flirty, i just meant to give a casual compliment, but he seemed to take it as flirting. also, when i said that, i felt like a thirty year old woman who was seeing someone who she went to high school with when in reality i am just a nineteen year old who is running into the guy she dated for her last three years of high school.

“what are you doing back?” i asked, suddenly processing the fact that the reason that we originally broke up was because he was leaving for new york to go to college.

“well, i got to college and you know how i was gonna take photography courses in new york?” he asked rhetorically but i nodded along anyways. “well, once i got there i realized that the writing that it took to explain the picture is what i really loved, so yeah. that’s how i found my passion for writing and LA supposedly has the best writing schools, so here i am!” he rambled.

“oh. well that’s cool! i’m glad that you found your true calling,” i told him, giving him a genuine smile.

“thanks. i, uh, better get going but why don’t you give me your number? that way we can stay in touch,” he offered. we both pulled out our phones and passed them to one another before returning them to their rightful owners. we said goodbye with a hug and then we parted our ways. i walked up to the checkout line, and as i was paying, i realized that jason had made me forget everything that happened with jack earlier. i don’t want to assume anything of jack, but i am truthfully expecting the worst and jason helped me take my mind out of that dark hole for at least a few minutes.

“ma’am, ma’am!” the clerk called at me, snapping her fingers in front of my face as a last resort to get me out of whatever sort of trance i had fallen into.

“oh, i’m sorry, uh,” i stuttered, looking up at the monitor that said my amount due so i didn’t have to ask the poor woman who had probably already told me at least twice. when i saw that the total had come to $9.47 i reached down towards my purse that wasn’t there. i realized that in my rush out of the house,  i had not grabbed even a dollar.

“i gotta go, sorry!” i exclaimed, running out of the store. this probably looked absolutely idiotic to everybody else in the line behind me or the ones next to me but i didn’t want to have to explain the fact that i didn’t have money on me so i just booked it all together.

once i reached my car, i jumped in and locked all of the doors out of instinct. i sat there, staring at nothing. i hadn’t even realized i was crying until i felt the salty taste of the tear hit my lips. i wiped it away quickly before pulling out of the parking lot and getting lost in my thoughts again.

i didn’t even know why i was crying. there was nothing to cry about. at least not yet. there is no proof that jack has even done anything wrong. maybe i’m just jumping to conclusions! even though i kept trying to give myself alternate excuses, i couldn’t stop crying.

instead of taking all of the back roads and the long ways, i just drove straight to my second home. the why don’t we house. i didn’t want to go home crying because my brother would flip out. my brother, mark, has never truly trusted jack, and if he were to see my tear stained cheeks let alone fresh tears flowing down my face, jack would not live to see another sunset.

i walked into the why don’t we house and shut the door behind me, leaning on it and staring at absolutely nothing. i probably looked dead, but to be honest i didn’t care at this point.

“y/n! where the hell were you?!” zach exclaimed, jumping up and running towards me. all of the boys followed but i didn’t reply.

“we were worried sick! the store is only ten minutes away and you were gone for three hours!” daniel yelled, but not in a rude tone. as they got closer to me, they noticed the tears.

“oh hunny,” corbyn sighed, pulling me into a hug. i flung my arms around him and dug my face into the crook of his neck as i cried some more. this is what i loved about corbyn. he didn’t even know what was wrong, but he was there as a shoulder to cry on, literally. i heard footsteps and then an all to familiar voice.

“what the fu-” jack started but i cut him off, finally speaking after being mute entirely for at least twenty minutes.

“out!” i screamed, my head shooting up but refusing to make eye contact with jack.

“oh baby, what hap-” he begun again.

“i said out!” i yelled at the top of my lungs, finally making eye contact with him and pointing towards the back door. his eyes widened when he saw the tears streaming down my face.

“why are you cr-” jack spoke yet again.

“do you not speak fucking english!? i told you to get the hell out!” i yelled, not breaking the intense eye contact. he didn’t budge. i pushed away from corbyn and began to walk closer to jack, but not any closer than five feet apart. jack and i stood there for what felt like an eternity while i felt each of the boys’ stares burning through my back like lava.

“i’m not leaving until you explain to me why you’re crying,” jack argued, not moving his body in the slightest and not changing his facial expression.

“you, jack! you’re the reason why i’m crying! i don’t know what’s happening with you lately but i’m fucking over all of your shit! there, now that you know, i need you to get the hell out,” i spoke in a loud yet shaky voice. his stare was stone cold. he looked emotionless. i noticed that he looked behind me to the boys but i didn’t dare turn around. i didn’t want to know what was happening.

“when you’re ready to be a good girlfriend and put actual effort into our relationship, let me know. alright, princess?” the way he said princess was not how he usually said it. he usually said it in a tone that made me feel loved. the tone that every girl wants to hear for the rest of her life. but this time, he spat it out of his mouth as an insult, and i could tell. he stormed out of the house and i stared at the door he left through for what felt like forever. i didn’t move. i couldn’t move. i was completely numb.

did i just lose the best thing that has ever happened to me?

Michael Clifford Imagine: Happy Accident

I had just met Calum, Luke and Ash and was about to meet Michael. I was the last person in line for the meet and greet and so I was nervous as hell. He was my favourite even though I liked all of them. I hope he likes me. What if I do something really embarrassing. Oh God. Wait I think its my turn to meet Michael. Okay. I can do this. Probably.  

“Hey! Did you enjoy the show?” Michael asked me as I walked towards him. 

“Yeah. It was really good. You were really good. I mean you all were really good.” I rambled nervously. 

“Aww, thanks. We do try. How are you?” He replied whilst hugging me. 

I laughed and hugged him back. “I’m fine. Just a bit nervous. There is a lot of stuff happening right now.” 

“It’s fine. You’re fine. I promise. What’s your name?” 

“Y/n.” I answered after staring at him for a few seconds too long. God I am so awkward. I never should have come to my first show/meet and greet alone. 

“Cute name.” He smiled and I smiled back at him. “I’m Michael. Wait, shit you already knew that. Sorry, I’m just really nervous because you’re really cute. I mean. Fuck. I’m sorry.” He blushed and I giggled slightly. 

“It’s fine. If it makes you feel any better, I think you’re cute too.” We smiled at each other. 

“Erm.” He said, stopping whatever he was daydreaming about. “Do you want to take a picture?’ 

“Sure.” I agreed.   

“Cool. Just give your phone to one of them and they can take the picture for you.” He pointed at some people helping out at the meet and greet. 

I gave one of the workers my phone and stood beside him. I looked at the camera and smiled ready for the picture to be taken. However the man taking the picture looked like he was talking to a security guard, so I turned to talk to Michael some more. However I got a fright when something touched my lips. I jumped back slightly and saw Michael looking horrified. 

“Fuck I am so sorry.” We both said panicked at the same time. 

“I am so sorry I just kissed you.” He apologized, his face going bright red.  

“No. Its fine don’t apologize.” 

“Do you want to take the picture?” The man asked. 

“Yeah.” We both nodded at the same time. 

We both smiled awkwardly at the phone while the picture was being taken. After I took the phone back and looked at the picture with Michael. 

“Awwww. You look really cute in that photo.” 

“Thanks.” I blushed. 

“Anyway. I’m so glad you enjoyed the show. And again, I’m so sorry about what happened. I suppose its a funny story. Shame you didn’t get a picture.” He replied. 

“Actually. I took a picture.” The man said before he walked away. I unlocked my phone and saw there was a picture of us kind of kissing. 

“Well that embarrassing.” Michael said, whilst laughing. “I was thinking that because we have practically made out, and you were the last person in the meet and greet, do you maybe want to go out for some really late dinner. Maybe as a date” He asked. 

“Sure.” I replied, trying to be as casual I could after Michael Clifford just asked me out. Was this actually happening. I have kissed him and now I am going on a date with him. 

“Okay. Lets go.” He said grabbing his stuff from the floor. “See you guys later.” He waved at Luke, Calum and Ashton. We both looked at them to see them making stupid, kissing faces at us. “Fuck off guys.” He swore at them and they laughed at him. “Sorry they are idiots. Although at least we have a memory of our first kiss.” He smiled, and held my hand as we walked down the street. 

Love without shame. Jared Series. Ch 3.

Authors note:   Sorry it takes a long time. Now I’m back at work it’s hard to find time to write, but I don’t want to stop I just love it too much. (I do not own these pictures all credits go to owners.) 

Warnings: Smut, kink, swears.

Word Count: 1,871

Love without shame. Chapter 3.

If you haven’t read it here’s : CHAPTER 2

Jared woke first “Morning kitten” his hands trailed down my body. Slightly ticking me waking me up. “Good morning Daddy” one of his hands made it’s way in between my legs. I whimpered. “Still wet from last night, dirty girl?” He laid back down and made the sound “Hmm”. He was content. As was I. I rolled over and flung my arms over him. I had a day off today but Jared did not. He had to go soon as he was working on the new album. I needed to get stuff done around my apartment anyway and I was going to his later on and staying overnight. He got dressed and we had breakfast together. We spent a little time on the balcony talking about last nights events. He leaned over the side and I was sat on the little sofa I had. Just looking at his butt. “Enjoying the view? Because I am!” I laughed. He turned around and looked at me then laughed. I stood up to hug him. He pulled me in “I gotta get going” he sighed. “Okay, I’ll be over at yours by 7″ I kissed him and walked him to the door. I started the housework then carried on with my work. I checked my emails and I swear my boss has it out for me, I do everything he asks and it still isn’t enough. He needs me to read and review 4 papers from his clients. They’re all at least 7 pages or more. “ugh I need wine” I sighed loudly to myself. Unfortunately I didn’t have any. Sober reading it was. At two o’clock Jared messaged me saying how boring his meet is. This meeting had nothing or little to nothing to do with the band. He could be using this time wisely. ‘I know what would make it less boring’ I thought to myself. I ran to the bedroom and stripped so I only had panties on. I grabbed my phone and took a picture to send to Jared.

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Imagine: you have a crush on Jessica but don't think she'd ever like you back

As I walked into class, I sat in my usual seat which coincidentally left Jessica Davis in my direct line of vision. What? It was totally a coincidence. Not like I deliberately sit there so I can look at her and hate myself for being to scared to actually talk to her.

“Okay class.” The teacher began. “We’ll be working on paired projects for the next few weeks.”

The whole class started looking around the room making eye contact with the person they wanted to pair up with. I immediately cast my eyes downwards, too shy to ask anyone to be my partner.

A few moments later, and I felt a presence standing over me. I looked up and saw Jess, standing in front of me. Looking at me. Holy shit. I could feel butterflies in my stomach.

“Hey, Y/N.” She greeted, smiling sweetly. “Did you wanna be partners for the project?”

“Uh…um…y-yeah.” I stammered, mentally banging my head on the desk. I smiled weakly back at her.

“Cool!” Her smile widened and then she passed me a piece of paper. “It’s my address. So you can come over to work on the project.”

“T-thanks. Um… Did you want my number?” I mumbled nervously.

“Oh, yeah, good idea.” She laughed, making the butterflies start again.

She took her phone out and handed it to me. I input my number and gave it back.

“Is it cool if I take a picture for your contact photo?” She asked, seeming kind of nervous.

My eyes widened in terror. But I agreed and smiled rather awkwardly for a photo.

She looked at the picture and laughed. “You look so cute, Y/N!”

I blushed and smiled at her, unable to calm down after what she had said. She gave me a wave and returned to her seat. But the butterflies didn’t leave.