#i’ll went on my insta story and some lovely friend will respond hey i’m here if u need to talk

[i-suggest-weed]

i want people to find out about me feeling like shit the way u would about a character. deep understanding and intimate knowledge of the issue and my feelings but. no way to talk to me about it. i’d be everyone’s favourite sopping wet guy.

[alitaimagines]

“so tell me that you love me, yeah, and tell me that I take your breath away. maybe if you take one more then, I would know for sure. there's nothing left to say, tell me that you love me anyway.”

keigo takami / Hawks - MY HERO ACADEMIA 

note: so the consensus was Hawks according to DMs! the dabi/bakugou imagine should be up tomorrow!

“Edgeshot, oh my God!” you exclaimed bursting out in laughter, “stop, I’m going to pee my pants!” you continued. 

you and Edgeshot had just walked out of the heroes meeting and you plus a few others decided to catch lunch at a restaurant a few doors down. the only two missing were the top two heroes and honestly, you weren’t surprised. 

Hawks and Endeavor ever being seen around other pro heroes for such a copious amount of time was odd. Hawks might’ve been a little more predictable but Endeavor was not interested in any of that. 

during the time, you and Edgeshot more or less became friends. the very secretive ninja hero and yourself tended to sit together at meetings and lunches so it wasn’t really surprising if the two of you were seen together.

that really didn’t sit well with Hawks. 

you had been seeing Hawks for a few months now. it wasn’t really official or anything but between the two of you, there had been very tip top secret meetings. both of you knew each others real names and even spent a few nights together.

being that Hawks was number two and Edgeshot was at number four, he knew about him very well. 

however, during meetings or professional lunches, Hawks was always dragged in seven different directions and hardly got time to spend time with you. your time with Edgeshot didn’t go unnoticed by the winged hero. 

he seen how close you and Edgeshot were and frankly, he hated it. he knew Edgeshot kept his personal life very private and you being the charming girl you are, he didn’t understand why it had to be YOU that was so close with him. why couldn’t it be Mirko or someone else? 

“Edgeshot! ( your hero name )!” you heard paparazzi say, “can we get a picture?” they asked. 

your eyes rolled before giving Edgeshot a sympathetic look and hesitantly agreeing. the two of you stood up as Edgeshot grabbed you by the waist and the two of you posed for the seemingly innocent photo. 

once they took the photo and scurried away, you sighed, “I fucking hate paparazzi sometimes,” you complained making Miruko laugh, “doesn’t everyone? can’t even have lunch in peace!” she added on. 

-

once you got done with patrol and made your way home, you turned the TV on and dug into your dinner. you had no idea what was playing but once you heard your hero name being brought up, you immediately looked to the television. 

“Edgeshot and ( your hero name), getting close, aren’t they?” one of the gossip reporters said, “it isn’t the first time they’ve been seen out together and although this was a group hero lunch, the chemistry, it’s there!” 

you growled knowing the paparazzi that took the photo must’ve sold the photo to the tabloids. you watched the photo appear on the screen and noticed how the female reporters squealed over it. 

“well her and Mirko are some of the youngest on the top ten charts! it’s obvious they’d have men falling at their feet, especially other heroes.” 

you sunk down in your seat before realizing that Mirko was Facetime calling you. you picked it up and seen her laughing at the screen, “are you watching the twelve o’clock news?” you nodded as she continued laughing hysterically, “holy shit, they think you and Edgeshot are together!” 

you sighed, “I need alcohol to continue watching this,” you murmured as you walked into your kitchen, “but to the photographers credit, you and Edgeshot really look like a couple!” you immediately shushed her knowing that she was still at her the agency. 

Mirko for a quick moment panned to the television and you saw that Hawks was watching it intensely, “it seems that Hawks is even interested! what do you think bird? wouldn’t they look cute together?” she shouted. 

Hawks screamed at her to be quiet as she giggled, “clearly her doesn’t think that but seriously, this is funny as fuck! I just wanted to inform you! I’ll see you on Thursday!” she exclaimed before hanging up. 

Hawks had messaged you earlier in the day that he was going to come up and visit you for the night but seeing that he was watching the news, he knew about the rumors now surrounding you and Edgeshot so you had no clue if he was or not now. 

you put your plate into the sink before going to your room to take off the makeup you had on. your house remained silent for a few minutes before you heard rustling outside of the balcony of your house. 

“hey,” you heard a gruff voice say behind you. you turned to see Hawks at the front of the door, “hey Keigo,” you whispered as you tried to wipe the mascara off your eyes. 

he made his way in before slamming the door, “I heard the news today,” he muttered as he leaned back against your desk chair, “I think all of the city has. anyone can take it how they want,” you said as he hummed. 

the room went quiet before he cleared his throat, “you and Edgeshot look friendly is all,” he inquired as you scoffed, “we’re just friends, you know how Kamihara is. he takes his personal life to the grave,” you responded as he hummed. 

“full name basis, huh?” he responded as you finally put the makeup wipe down, “yeah, we are. we’re on first name basis, aren’t we?” you retorted as you walked towards him. 

he sighed as he put his head on your shoulder, “but I’m different. I’ve seen more to you than Edgeshot ever has,” he ran his fingers down your arm as you agreed, “true but Edgeshot as far as I know, he thinks of me as just a friend.”

Keigo growled as he started nibbling on your ear, “than I guess that puts me at a higher position, doesn’t it?” he whispered as you hummed, “does it? we haven’t exactly gotten public and you’re making no effort to make it public. if Edgeshot does ask me out in the future, I truthfully can’t tell you I’d say no.” 

Keigo looked at you in surprise, “what are you implying then?” he stated as you stood up from his lap, “I’m tired of hiding, that’s what I’m implying. I’m tired of hiding the relationship. I understand the repercussions but who gives a fuck? I don’t but you clearly you do. I’m beginning to think that us hiding around isn’t about the villains but more of the fact that you might lose your fangirls over it.” 

his eyes widened at the accusations, “that’s the story you’re using to justify the situation with Edgeshot?” he asked as you nodded, “I’ve wanted to go public for a long time Keigo and if you’re willing to work with me and make it public than fine but if you’re wanting to continue this game of hiding, you can walk out of my house,” you lectured. 

the two of you remained looking at each other before he stood up from the chair. he walked to the balcony and gave you one final look before flying away. 

you sighed as you felt a single stray tear fall from your face. you knew this conversation had to come eventually but his decision hurt your heart. the fact that he was more willing to keep up his public appearance than to actually make the relationship public broke a piece of your heart but it was Keigo you were talking about.

he cared more about himself than anyone else.

-

you were off the following day and if you were being truthful, you were glad. 

your mind remained on Keigo the entire night and you were honestly ready to tell him off once more but you decided against it and left your phone on the stand as you got up to make your coffee and get back to bed. 

after you brushed your teeth and made your coffee, you went back to bed and turned the television on. you were behind on a few episodes of your favorite show and decided to kill them all today. 

before you could even turn Hulu on, your tv had the news channel on and heard your hero name again. you sighed and waited to see what new rumor they were planning on having on you. 

once they got to the gossip portion of the news, your name was the first thing that came up. 

“all the rumors around number four hero Edgeshot and number six hero ( your name ) were false. this morning on the official Instagram of the number two hero, Hawks, he decided to make their relationship public.”

your eyes widened as you yanked your phone from the charger and logged onto his Instagram. true to their word, Hawks had made a public post announcing your relationship.  

it was a picture of the two of you in your hero uniforms and giving each other a peck. you knew which day this was but you had no idea he even had this photo of the both of you. 

“ignore the rumors, this one is mine.” 

you read the caption for what felt like a million times before you seen that Mirko was calling you for the hundredth time. you finally picked up the phone to hear here screaming. 

“YOU AND FUCKING BIRD BOY? SINCE WENT?” 

you gave off a nervous giggle before explaining the entire situation to her. by the time you finished with the story, she was left in shock as you noticed your now publicized boyfriend standing on your balcony.

you told her a quick goodbye before walking over to the balcony doors and unlocking them. he gave you a nervous look as you sighed. 

“seriously Keigo? all that shit last night for you to decided to make it public this morning?” you asked as he chuckled before bringing you into an embrace, “don’t worry, your manager made it public for you too.” 

you gave him a look of confusion as you checked your own account. your manager had posted the same photo to your own Insta and he laughed at your reaction. 

“God, sometimes I wonder why I love you,” you confessed as he kissed the top of your head, “because you do. now, I skipped a day of patrol for today so you owe me cuddles.” 

you sighed as you brought him over to your bed and laid his head on your chest, “shut up and fall asleep. who knows the last time you’ve gotten a decent sleep,” you mentioned as he chuckled. 

you placed a kiss on his head this time as you started to play one of the shows you were watching. 

ALITA

[butmomilovejin]

Day 1/365

Prompt: “Never heard of that being used as a murder weapon before.”

Genre: Angst, Mild crack

Summary: Jungkook had never felt fury like that; uncontrollable. You, having been his best friend for the best part of the last decade, meant so much to him and he couldn’t stand the thought of you being uncomfortable under the hands of some gross loner at a party. After he had taken his anger out on his target, he ends up at his boyfriend’s front door

Warnings: Mentions of sexual harassment, Violence, Yoongi tries to make light of a bad situation? 

WC: 1.4k

It was 2 in the morning and Jungkook was not where he should be, in bed, asleep. No. He was walking the streets of Seoul, pace rapid, as his legs carry him without him knowing, to Yoongi’s front door. 

He didn’t know what came over him. Earlier that evening, when you had told him about what that guy had done to you at a party the night before, touching you up as you wriggled to escape, you hadn’t expected him to explode like that, rushing out the door before you’d even finished your last sentence. Jungkook rang the doorbell for what felt like hours. No sign of movement in the house. Reaching into his pocket for his phone, he sees almost 100 missed calls from you over the past few hours. He continues to ignore them though as he unlocks the phone and goes straight to Yoongi’s contact. The phone rang... and rang... and rang... and Jungkook had begun searching through his messy pockets to try and find something to pick the lock with. But finally, just as it almost went to voicemail, a groggy sounding Yoongi muttered a confused ‘Hello?’ on the other end of the phone.

“Yoongi! How could you not hear the doorbell??” 

“You’re at my house?” He was now gradually waking up due to the rushed tone of Jungkook’s voice.

“Yes, now please let me in my saliva is turning into ice out here.”

“Nice mental image thank you, but the door’s open just come in.”

“Oh, ok- wait you leave your door unlocked at night?” 

“Locking doors is for the weak; now come inside before you get hypothermia.”

Jungkook tested the handle on the door and sure enough, it was open. He heads to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, listening to the soft movement of Yoongi’s footsteps he walks down the stairs, clad in his dressing gown and glasses, hair a mess, strands in every direction, not that Jungkook’s was any better.

Yoongi sits at a stool in the kitchen and looks at JK’s back as his hands grip the sink, white knuckles protruding, Yoongi seemingly not phased at all that his boyfriend was at his house at the witching hour, looking rather handsomely disheveled.

“Well, aren’t you gonna ask me why I’m here?” Jungkook asked, now facing Yoongi.

“No, I figured you’d tell me without prompting anyway.”

“You- Fair enough. Well where do I even START?”

“Why don’t we start with why you’re not at Y/N’s having your movie night, which by the way, still upset I didn’t get an invite.”

“It’s tradition between us! You can’t come it’s OUR time.”

“Kook... I’m joking,” Yoongi says as he guides the younger to the living room and sits him on a sofa across from himself, “What happened babe?”

The pet name causes Jungkook to look up lovingly to Yoongi. 

“Well, ok, so I was with her and she seemed a bit- I don’t know. She seemed kind of off-ish, I knew something was up when she didn’t even suggest Cat in the Hat for our movie.”

Yoongi nods along but he doesn’t know you nearly as well as Jungkook and has no idea how that would give the impression there was something wrong. Regardless, he acts like he understands as Jungkook continues on.

“I asked her what was up and she was very reluctant to tell me but eventually she gave in. She was harassed last night at that party we were meant to go to. I wish we never ate that week old pie, we would’ve been there if we weren’t spewing everywhere”

“Harassed?” Yoongi asked, trying to the pinpoint the important parts in between Jungkook’s rambled monologue.

“The guy was touching her up even when she was trying to get back to her friends. She said she was fine about it last night, because she was so drunk, it barely registered in her brain, but she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it all day today.”

“Well, technically yesterday, its 2am.”

“Dude... shut the fuck up.”

“Did you just friend zone me, we’ve been together for 2 years bro.”

“I love you bro.”

“I love you too bro, anyway please continue.”

“Oh yeah, so I basically stormed out, started running before I even knew who it was, realised I didn’t know who I was after, went to her friends Instagram and saw him and Y/N in the back of the picture, figured out who he was, turns out I went to school with the prick, found his Insta and, through that, found he still lived with his parents, knocked on the door, his dad opened the door, I politely asked for his son-” He took a deep breath before continuing, “He called him down, I grabbed his collar and dragged him outside and ruffled him up a bit, a lot actually, but then his dad came out with a whole ass bat and I grabbed the banana in my pocket I was saving for movie snacks and smacked him in the head with it before he could get me with the bat then he fell down and I ran away, oh my god have I killed an innocent old man?”

“Uhhhhhh,” Yoongi is unsure of what to say as Jungkook was now pacing around his living room, “Never heard of that being used as a murder weapon before.”

Jungkook gave him a death stare.

“Whew, if looks could kill. Listen Kook, you did the right thing, it was a BANANA, as strong as you think you are Mr Gym Lad, you’re not strong enough to kill a man with just a banana. What about Y/N though? You didn’t even say anything before you left?”

Jungkook had calmed down a tad now and was perched back on the sofa. He shook his head to the question, suddenly feeling bad that you were probably at home worrying when, most likely, you had just wanted comfort from him about the situation.

“Call her Kookie. Lets get in my car, you call her, and I’ll drive to her place.”

Jungkook agreed instantly, Yoongi was always good at grounding him. 

They did as they said and Jungkook held his phone to his ear as it rang, after some further persuasion from Yoongi, as the car rolled through the harsh lights of the street lamps, roads completely bare of any sign of life. Contrasting the call to his boyfriend, the phone hadn’t even rang once before your voice was on the other end.

“KOOK WHAT THE FU-”

“Hey...” He says quietly, a bit embarrassed of the drama he had caused.

“What did you do?” You said, relieved that you could hear his voice.

“Me and Yoongi are on our way over, I’m like 5 minutes away, we’ll talk about it then.”

You sigh, “Ok Kookie, you want hot chocolate?” 

He smiles slightly for the first time since stepping foot in your apartment earlier that night. “Do you even have to ask?”

“I’m making one for Yoongi too, does he want cream and marshmallows?”

“You want cream and marshmallows on your hot chocolate babe?” Jungkook holds the phone away from him as he directs the question to Yoongi, putting you on loud speaker.

“Obviously.”

“Ok, see you soon.” You respond before hanging up.

They buzz your apartment and you let them in instantly. The minute the door opens, you run to Jungkook, hooking your legs around him as you hug him closely. You had been worried all night he might have done something stupid on your behalf and gotten himself hurt or, more drastically, imprisoned.

He chuckles lowly as he sets you down. You walk to the kitchen and like little ducklings, they follow.

You hand out the hot chocolate and sit at the dining table, waiting for Jungkook to explain. Both you and Yoongi look at him expectedly and he finally begins his explanation, fortunately much calmer than the first time he had recited his story to Yoongi.

When he was finished, you go to wrap your arms around his neck, “Thank you,” you murmur into his hair as he keens to your hug, “But next time you wanna start chaos, take me with you.” You unwrap your arms to give him a hard flick on the back of the head, causing Yoongi to snigger and Jungkook to sheepishly rub the back of his head.

“Now, I know its late, but can we watch The Cat in the Hat?”

The boys share a look before agreeing and curling up with you on the sofa.

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AN- Ok! This is my first work of this year! I want to do one every day this year, it won’t always be possible but I will try my best! Yoongi could be seen as a bit insensitive in this one but I wanted to portray the dynamic his and Jungkook’s relationship has. If you enjoyed please leave me some feedback to help me improve and motivate me, like and reblog! 

[golbrocklovely]

only the lonely survive // colby brock - chapter ten: you suck so passionately

A/N: hey everyone. i’m slowly trying to churn these out since i’m only two or so chapters ahead. so, i might not update for another couple days. that being said, i will be posting the first chapter of ‘twisted’ soon, so get ready for that. i’m also gonna be posting a playlist of all the chapter titles from this story.  feel free to request anything in the meantime.  hope you enjoy! :)

description of the story

taglist:  @ajosieface , @localsleeper , @julyrubyrose

trigger warning: fluff, cursing

word count: 1758

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I could feel the bed shift around me. I still had my eyes closed, not wanting to get up yet. I peaked open one eye. I could see the silhouette of a man, pulling jeans on. His back was to me.

Colby...

He grabbed the shirt off the chair in the corner and threw it on. I stretched slowly, pulling the covers off me. Colby turned to me.

"Did I wake you up?" He quietly asked.

I shook my head. "Not really. What time is it?"

"It's a little after eleven." He replied, grabbing his phone.

"And you're awake? Congratulations." I mumbled, smirking.

He chuckled. "Funny."

I pulled myself out of my bed. "Are you leaving right now?"

"Yeah. My uber's gonna be here in a minute or so." He nodded, slowly walking out of my room. I followed behind him.

We walked into the living room. Brennen, lounged on the couch, looked up and saw us.

"Hey cutie." Brennen commented.

"Are you saying that to me or Colby?" I sassed, resting my hands on my hips.

"...Both." He replied.

I shook my head, rolling my eyes. I heard Colby's phone vibrate. He glanced down at it. "My ride's here."

"Okay. It was nice seeing you again." I mentioned, opening my arms and giving him a hug.

He squeezed me tight, swaying us. "I'll text you later." He whispered.

"Alright." I pulled away, smiling.

He waved at Brennen and opened the front door, leaving quickly.

"Is Casey here?" I asked, turning to Brennen.

He shook his head. "No, she left early this morning."

"She's probably at the gym. She likes to go super early if she has a lot on her mind." I stated, shrugging slightly.

"Can I be straight with you?" Brennen inquired.

"Sure?"

"Do you realize how much Colby likes you or are you playing hard to get?"

I cocked my head to the side. "What?"

"I'm serious." He deadpanned.

"Colby doesn't like me." I doubted, crossing my arms.

"Yeah, he does. I know him very well and even though he falls in love with every girl he meets, you seem a bit different." He pointed out, mimicking my stance.

"I highly doubt he likes me. We're just friends." I scoffed.

"For right now. Do you like him?" He teased, smirking.

I exhaled. "C'mon Brennen..."

"I just want to know. I won't tell him." He chuckled.

"I mean... I guess so." I answered.

Brennen queried. "Are you attracted to him?"

"Are you attracted to Casey?" I taunted.

His face twisted. "This isn't about me."

"Answer my question and I'll answer yours." I dared, uncrossing my arms.

After a moment, he responded. "Yes."

"Okay." I slowly started walking to the kitchen.

"Well is that an 'okay' to my answer or to my question?" He questioned, following me into the kitchen.

"Both?" I grinned.

I grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge as he entered.

"Do you know if she likes me?" He mumbled, looking down towards the floor.

"Casey? I mean... I know she finds you hot." I admitted.

He rolled his eyes. "Well, everyone does. But how do I get her to like me more?"

"First and foremost, maybe stop flirting with me." I explained, shrugging.

"But I find it so fun." He teased, sitting on the counter.

"She doesn't. And Colby probably doesn't either if he apparently likes me." I insisted, taking a sip from my bottle.

He nodded his head. "Valid point. But if all else fails, you're still my future baby mama."

"No, I'm not." I groaned.

He moved on. "Oh by the way, the Trap House is throwing a party tomorrow."

I scrunched up my face. "You guys literally went to a party last night."

"That is true, however, it did end with us almost fighting a clout chaser." He recalled.

"I guess so." I agreed.

"Plus, a lot of the parties we've been to recently have kinda sucked. But the Trap House... they know how to throw a party." He smiled brightly.

The front door busted open, banging against the wall. "Brennen I'm gonna fucking kill you!" Casey's voice yelled out. She came rushing into the kitchen.

"Woah, woah, woah! What did I do?!" He sputtered, jumping off the counter.

"You know exactly what you did! Delete the tweets right now!" She shoved her finger at him, getting in his face.

"What tweets?" I asked.

She grunted. "You haven't seen them, have you?"

"No? What's going on?" I puzzled.

"Last night at the party, Brennen asked for my number and in my slightly tipsy state, I mistakenly gave it to him. He also asked for our instagrams so I gave them to him. And since your and mine's ats are the same on insta and twitter, he followed us on both." She explained, glaring at Brennen.

"Okay? And what's the problem?" I replied.

Brennen sighed, and slowly pulled his phone out. "Well I might have tweeted about Travis and what he said to you..."

He slowly showed me his phone. It was on his twitter, showing three tweets in a row from him at around one AM last night.

BrennenTaylor: TRAVIS MARCUS IS A BITCH

BrennenTaylor: what fuckin loserr has to make fun of girls and film it to feel good about themselves??? @travismarcus

BrennenTaylor: @skyebennett is fucking GORGEOUS and @travismarcus is an asshole for calling her fat. what are u 12?

It took a moment for the words to click in my head. "Brennen..." I sighed, covering my eyes.

"Look I'm sorry! I was drunk and pissed off. I wrote them when I was in the uber on the way over here. I forgot I even wrote them to be honest." He apologized, pulling his phone away from me.

"What are people saying... about me?" I questioned.

"Everyone's being really nice honestly. But Brennen shouldn't of at-ed you in the first place." Casey sneered, slapping Brennen's arm lightly.

"Has Travis said anything?" I mumbled.

"No. But he did DM me asking me to take the tweets down 'cause he heard this is gonna go on Messy Monday soon." Brennen pointed out.

"That's gonna make the situation so much worse." I grumbled, resting my back against the counter.

"I know you probably don't want attention, but people need to know he's a dick." Brennen sighed again, continuing. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. I'll take them down if you want me to."

I shook my head. "No it's fine."

We all stood around awkwardly for a moment. I could tell Brennen was uncomfortable and Casey was still pretty pissed. "I'll be right back." I uttered, leaving the kitchen quickly.

I could hear Casey and Brennen bicker as I went to my room to get my phone. I hadn't even thought to look at it this morning. I grabbed it and turned it on. Multiple notifications popped up. I went to Youtube first.

I had gained about 500 new subscribers.

Oh... I guess that's nice.

I then went to Instagram. I had many request messages. And from scrolling through some, I could tell most people felt bad for me. Some, who were fans of Travis, were not so empathetic. Finally going to twitter, I saw extreme amounts of positive messages. There was a hashtag started - #travismarcusisoverparty. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

This doesn't even feel real at this point.

I scrolled through my dms to see I had a message from Travis himself.

Travis: please tell Brennen to take down the tweets. Things are getting out of hand. I apologize for what I said.

I rolled my eyes but replied to the message anyway.

Skye: I can't force him to take it down. That's up to him. Thank you for apologizing, but you shouldn't have said what you said in the first place. You're too old to be making fun of people like that.

"Hey Skye?" I heard Brennen voice call to me.

I looked up to see him standing in my doorway. "Yeah?"

"I'm gonna be heading out. I gotta go feed Kobe and go workout. Also if I don't leave soon, Casey's gonna murder me." He stated.

I chuckled. "Okay. Give me a hug goodbye."

He smiled sadly, walking over to me and embracing me. He pulled away, keeping me in his arms. "I'm really sorry I brought you into this dumb drama."

"It's okay. I don't mind what you said. And I mean besides, Travis was gonna get his comeuppance at some point. It just happened to deal with me too." I shrugged.

He cocked his head to the side, smirking. "Comeuppance?"

"What?" I asked.

"Do they use words like that in college? I wouldn't know obviously..." He trailed off, slowly backing away from me.

I groaned. "Oh my God, get out of my house."

"Alright, I'm going, I'm going." He mimicked back, waving. "I'll text you later!"

"See ya!" I yelled back, grabbing my phone.

Just as I heard the front door close, I felt my phone vibrate. I looked down, seeing a new message from Colby.

Colby: forgot to tell u but i'm throwing a party tomorrow. do u wanna come???

I smiled, opening the message and responding.

Skye: Brennen already told me about it. And yeah I'm down 😊

I walked over to my dresser and grabbed some clothes for the day. I heard my phone vibrate again.

Colby: i know this is sudden, but would u want to film a video w me?

Wait what?

Skye: uh yeah. what did you have in mind?

I sat on my bed, waiting for him to reply. I could see he was typing out his message.

Colby: i was thinking like a q&a with a fan or something else if u have a better idea

I couldn't believe this was happening. He actually wanted to film a video with me...

Maybe Brennen wasn't lying about him like me after all.

Skye: no I like that idea! when did you want to film it?

I started to get dress, needing to do something to pass the time in between Colby texting me.

*buzz buzz*

Colby: before the party tomorrow, if that's good for you.

I bit my lip staring down at my phone. I almost couldn't contain my excitement.

Skye: sounds great! lmk when you want me to come over tomorrow then

I placed my phone down, and then slowly laid down on my bed. I glanced up at the ceiling.

Why do I think this party tomorrow is gonna change my life?

<< CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 11 >>

[littledreamybeth]

Just perfect

A/N: Hi beautiful darlings and Merry Christmas!! 🎄🎁🎁🎋Hope y’all enjoy this lovely day so far! Here is my gift for you! I’m not quite sure about it, feels like something is missing but I still hope you get the message! Your reactions will show if I succeeded or not! ❤❤❤ I’m not the best writer but I still hope that my stories give you some kind of comfort and entertain you!

Warnings: Hints of sexual intercourse at the end, body image issues (Do not read if you’re not comfortable with these)

Y/N didn’t like her body. It was far worse. She despised it.

There was nothing she could brag with nor she could be proud of.

The young woman unfortunately had a very toxic relationship with her mirror, which often let to heavy tears and hating herself even more. She couldn’t look at herself without being disgusted at what she saw. Herself…

She had a lot of things to criticize about. According to Y/N, she didn’t fit to the definition of beauty at all. Her breasts were too small, her hips were too wide, her butt was too big, and she had stretchmarks sprawled at some parts. She felt so unattractive and ugly in her own body that this feeling was reflected well through her choice of clothing. She barely wore something revealing or anything that accentuated her curves. She’d rather stick to oversized pullovers and lose pants.

When she walked on the streets, it was almost as if people judged her whenever they paid a glance at her. Evaluating her appearance.

The more confused she had been when one of the most famous artists in the world asked her out and confessed his love for her after months of dating. She knew Harry deserved better, so out of all models or female artists he could have been with, why did he choose her? She had nothing to offer anyways.

She didn’t look desirable or sexy. Many times had she considered undergoing surgery to fix her problem, however, would that be the solution to make her happy at the end? What if something went wrong and she would pay with her life? Was risking so much worth enough? Accidents happened during cosmetic surgeries even if they rarely occurred. Besides, what if she wasn’t satisfied with the result? What if, what if? So many doubts…

Also, she knew that Harry would be completely against the idea, so she didn’t try.

However, one day, she chose to share her concerns with him.

“Harry, am I desirable?” Y/N asked that evening when they were casually chilling on the couch. Harry almost chocked on his iced tea, his bewildered pupils meeting hers in confusion.

“What the hell?”

“I mean what do you like about me so much? I have practically nothing-“

“Don’t!” Harry interrupted her. “Don’t you dare to finish that sentence.”

Y/N stood still, playing with her fingers, not a little sound escaping her mouth. Harry stared at her somewhat disappointed.  

“Is it my past?” Harry questioned after a short moment of silence, it was the first thing that came into his mind and he kind of blamed himself for her discomfort. “Does my past make you feel self-conscious about yourself? The women I was with?” Inwardly, he really hoped the answer was no.

“I don’t think so… I just don’t love myself… Can’t love myself… Never have…”

“Why not?”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. Tears started to pile in her eyes, a few of them falling down her cheeks. Wiping them away quickly, she continued. “There is nothing about me I can be proud of.” That broke Harry entirely. How could the woman he was deeply infatuated with not love herself?

He stood up, grabbing her hand tightly and dragged her with him.

“Where are we going?”

Her question was responded when she found herself in their shared bedroom.

“And what now?” She was waiting for his next move.

“Undress yourself,” Harry ordered determinedly.

“Excuse me?” Her eyes opened as wide as they could, her mouth almost dropping to the ground. She couldn’t believe her ears.

“You heard me quite well, pet. Either you take your clothes off or I’ll do it. Whatever suits you best, baby.”

Y/N scoffed, throwing her hands to the air. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Yeah, and you still love me to death. Now, off with your clothes! I’m not repeating myself.”

She wanted to protest, but Harry signaled her by crossing his arms that he wasn’t having any of her nagging, so she had to do what was ordered.

She peeled her shirt over her head, yet it wasn’t enough for Harry.

“Your bra goes off, too.”

“But-“

He shushed her by pressing his finger against her lips.

“No need to be ashamed, love. It’s nothing I haven’t already seen before.”

She removed his finger from her lips. “Yeah but it doesn’t mean I still get comfortable around you when I’m naked.”

“Well, I suppose it’s time we change that feeling, don’t we?”

Once every piece of clothing, except for her panties of course, was off her body, Harry grabbed his love by her shoulders and eyed her from top to bottom with prying eyes, wetting his lips shamelessly at the delicious sight in front of him. And that woman really dared to complain about her physique? Had she ever seen how appetizing she looked, whether it be naked or not? If it had been for Harry, he would always gladly take the advantage to show her how beautiful she was indeed, even if she didn’t fit to the beauty standards of nowadays’ society in her opinion. But todays’ society is heavily corrupted, forcing young women to believe the image of being skinny with a flat stomach and flawless skin defined true beauty. It has celebrities promoting flat tummy teas and pills that promise fast results. Bullshit!!! Manipulating young girls and women is all they do and get paid for it. Harry could burst into flames out of anger.

Despite claiming otherwise, he knew Y/N was comparing herself to the women he once used to date. He knew she asked herself why she wasn’t as attractive as them. He knew she went through her Instagram feed, wishing she looked like those Insta ‘models’ who consist of nothing more than plastic and heavily photoshopped pictures. They were just fooling everyone, why couldn’t she see?

Harry had never been the man to judge a person for their appearance. He wouldn’t want Y/N to look any different, that’s a fact. She was just perfect the way she was, and Harry loved her for it.

The cold air hitting her bare skin made Y/N shudder slightly.

After observing her, Harry led her to the body length mirror on the opposite side of their bed, placing her right in front of it while he positioned himself behind her.

Such a pretty face on a pretty neck, she yet had to discover it. He softly fondled her cheek.

“Now, I want you to pay a look at yourself,” he instructed, a trace of strictness lingering his voice. “I want you to see the beauty that I see every day.”

He tried to uncover her arms from her chest which she had kept hidden underneath them.

“Harry, no!”

“Love, I cannot help you if you’re not able to face yourself.”

“But they are too small…”

“What if your boobs are too small, huh?” Harry mumbled into her ear, cupping her breasts gently with his hands and squeezing them, which made her moan a little. “Look pet, they just fit perfectly into my hands. And they feel amazing and so soft.”

She finally looked up and a chuckle left her mouth when she gave him a slight clap on his shoulder. “You silly.”

“Hey, I’m trying to show you how beautiful your breasts are, and this is how you repay me? I’m offended.” Harry pursed his lips to a pout, looking like a little child, which made Y/N laugh even more.

“Besides, they’re going to grow anyways, filled with lots of milk to feed our future child.” He caressed her naked belly adoringly.

“Really? And what if I don’t want a baby?” Harry’s hands stopped immediately, his face reflected an expression of horror.

“Excuse me, miss? You can’t be serious!” He blinked. “I’m not Harry Styles if I don’t put a baby in that tummy of yours. You’ll see.”

“Aww… Don’t cry, baby,” Y/N cooed. Harry rolled his eyes at her, faking annoyance.

“What I simply want to say is; Just embrace your natural boobs, darling. Do you really want docs to stuff silicone in them? Some women don’t even have ones, so consider yourself as lucky, hmm?”

He may have a point though.

Harry shot a content smile when he saw her torn expression. He somewhat had her right where he wanted her to be.

“What next?” He found the next thing he adored about her.

“Ah yes, I love your nice little bum. It’s so squishy. Just the way I like it.” He let his hands glide up and down her bottom, pinching her cheeks without hurting her.

“Stop it, H.” Despite whining under his touch, she still adored the given attention.

“Make me. I know you like it, don’t you? Me rubbing your ass just like this?”

“What?! No, you perv. Get your hands off my booty now!”

She attempted to free herself by backing forward, however, Harry had her caged strongly in his arms, it was quite impossible.

“Nobody compares with your bum, my love. ‘s not big at all. Just perfect.”

He knew she used to complain about her bottom whenever they went shopping. It had always been a hard deal for her to find fitting jeans. But for Harry, they were still perfect.

“May I share something with you?” he inquired.

“Shoot.”

“You wanna know what I fell in love with the first time I saw you in that bar?”

It had been a Thursday’s evening. Y/N and her friends were gathered at the local bar around their block and it had been also one of the few nights in which she was dressed decently. She had worn a navy-blue dress and matching heels; her face was slightly covered with makeup and her hair was curled into locks. Harry, being also there, couldn’t tear his eyes away from the young woman who was chatting carelessly with her friends, only focusing on one thing the entire time. He couldn’t get it out of his for days after meeting her.

“Tell me,” she breathed, their faces only inches apart and his eyes spoke volumes. He tightened his grip around her waist.

“Your smile. Your wonderful, adorable and ravishing smile that gets every man down on his knees for you. Your smile makes you pretty and desirable. I have always loved you for yourself, nothing more. Your body is just a bonus.” He winked at her. A hint of red appeared on Y/N’s cheeks.

Harry eyed her from top to bottom once again.

“I just want to let you know that I love you so incredibly much. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve laid my eyes on whether your boobs might be small or your ass might be big, I don’t care. I love you for you and wouldn’t want to trade you for anyone else. I mean it Y/N.  I’d put my life on the line for you.”

“So, you say you would even love me even if I’d weigh hundred kilos?” Y/N raised her eyebrows at him, wondering what he might answer.

“Like I mentioned it before, I love you the way you are and yes, I would even if you’d weigh hundred kilos. At least, I had something to grab on.” Both exchanged a laughter and Y/N rested the back of her head against his shoulder.

“Thank you for making me feel better about myself, H.”

Harry pressed his lips against her forehead. “You don’t need to look like everybody else, m’love. You’re unique in your own way. Everybody is.” (!!!)

Then, he hummed a quite very familiar tune into her ear, followed by his deep voice that was filling the entire room.

“You never love yourself half as much as I love you…” He swayed their bodies to the song, constantly looking at her through the mirror, seeing her smile which made him smile automatically. Making her happy is all that he wanted.

“And you never treat yourself right darling, but I want you too…” His lips trailed from her shoulders to the crook of her neck… “If I let you know I’m here for you...” … up to her throat and he gently licked the spot underneath her ear whereas she flinched at the sudden wet contact of his tongue with her skin and let out a soft giggle.

“Maybe you’ll love yourself like I…”  His eyes fixed her lips but before sealing them to a kiss, he ended the song with “… love you”.

Y/N could feel butterflies erupting her stomach and her heart increasing its beat. She was always on cloud 9 each time they kissed.

“Don’t you ever hide from me, beautiful, did I make myself clear?”

Y/N nodded her head. “I will try my best.”

“Promise?” he urged her.

“Promise.”

“Good.”

Suddenly, she was hoisted up and slung over Harry’s shoulder, a squeal of surprise escaping her throat. She could feel all the blood flooding down to her head. Before she could even adjust to the position, she was already thrown gently onto their king-sized bed, the silky surface of their sheets feeling comfortable against the skin of her back. Her eyes met his lustful gaze and she watched him taking off his clothes and throwing them aside until he was completely naked. He approached her slowly yet seductively as if he wanted to make her beg for him the longer he took. He never tore his eyes away from her by the time his knees met the mattress and finally he was hovering over her body.

Connecting their lips again, he kissed her hungrily this time. The sweet taste of her tongue invaded his senses and Harry wanted nothing more to devour her until he had tasted her entirely. He backed away, discovering her flushed cheeks and red, bitten lips from their heated kiss. She looked just adorable. So pretty. A cheeky smirk decorated his features. He wasn’t even done with her yet. It was just the beginning of a night full of passion and devotion.

“And now, let me prove you that actions can speak louder than words.” Harry rasped while tearing her panties from her legs and then connecting their bodies like two fitting puzzles.

At that night, Y/N was learning to love herself a little bit more, with Harry’s help of course.

She was desirable indeed.

[whydontwe-fanfics]

Capture and Effect (J.M)

Description: When live on YouNow, fans capture Jonah’s face while looking at you and rumors spread like wildfire.

Warning: Jonah being a smol bean, FLUFF, that’s it

Word Count: 3.2k

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The Marais family was practically your family. You grew up next to them all your life and everything they went through, you went through.

Like when Jonah announced that he'd be moving to L.A to share a house with his four other bandmates. You, along with his family, were devastated. Jonah was your best friend, your ride or die, the Clyde to your Bonnie. But then he left and returned ever so often. Of course, you'd visit him a few times but it wasn't the same.

Even when he did leave Minnesota, you didn't lose contact with anyone. You would hang out with Esther and Svea and have dinner at their house whenever your parents were working. Sometimes you'd watch Svea while everyone else was busy and other times you and Esther would go out and do whatever you two could possibly do at the time.

You hadn't spoken to Jonah in a while, though, which was very upsetting because it was like the two of you were missing out on one another's lives - something that was always rare between the two of you. You always told him everything and vice versa, so it kind of sucked not knowing what he was up to. There were his Snapchat and insta stories, but that's all you had.

So imagine your emotions when he walks into your room at three in the afternoon on a random Saturday, Esther standing in your doorway recording everything.

Your eyes widen as you feel too astonished to move for a moment, not believing what was before your eyes.

"Jonah!" You scream after realizing that is was really him standing in your room. You jump up from your bed, your homework falling off your lap, and throw yourself at him.

He is quick to catch you, your arms wrapped around his neck and his around your waist. Your head rested on his chest as it vibrated from him chuckling.

"Hey, Buttercup," he mumbled, kissing the top of your head as you melted in his embrace that you've been longing for quite some time.

"I missed you," you murmured, his arms tightening around you when you say that.

"Awww," Esther cooed as she stopped recording.

You pull away from Jonah and he furrows his eyebrows when he sees the glossy look on your eyes.

"Don't cry," Jonah sadly smiled, cupping your cheeks.

"Shut up," you scoff before going back to hugging him.

The three of you headed to their house after you changed into some jeans and a clean tee.

"Jonah's back!" Svea squealed when you walked into her room, said boy walking on your heels.

"I know," you grin. She scooted over and you sat beside her, pushing strands of hair out of her face. "Now we've got him all to ourselves." You glance to Jonah who grins in the doorway.

The rest of your day was spent at their house. You and the Marais siblings hanging around and talking about anything and everything.

That night, Esther had gone to sleep early so it was just you, Jonah and Svea hanging on the back porch. You and Svea sat on the porch swing, her head resting on your shoulder as she plays games on your phone.

Jonah sat on a plastic chair in front of you as he signed into YouNow and started a live broadcast.

"Why now?" You ask, swinging back and forth on the swing.

"Why not?" He replied, shifting his laptop so you're in the view just as the views start growing.

"I see your point," you hum.

"Hey, guys, what's up," Jonah greets his fans as the view count grows by the second. "I'm back in Minnesota for the week, with my family and stuff."

"You're supposed to avoid being knocked off," you tell Svea as she plays another one of your games.

"Oh," she nods before retrying the level.

"The fans who've been here for very very long know Y/N and Svea, and if you don't, Y/N is my best friend and Svea is my little sister."

You salute to the camera with a small smile as the comments flood with the sweetest greetings to you and Svea.

Jonah answers questions and replies to as many comments as he can for the next thirty minutes.

where are you right now???

"Minnesota, my hometown, Stillwater."

never heard of stillwater 

"Yeah, it's sort of a small town, I guess you can say," Jonah shrugs.

AWWW Svea is falling asleep back there

Jonah looks back and sees Svea sleeping against your shoulder, your free hand running through her hair gently. He smiles at the two of you just as you look up.

"What?" You raise a single eyebrow.

"Nothing," Jonah runs a hand through his hair. "She should probably head to bed."

"Yeah, I just don't wanna wake her up," you frown.

"I can carry her," Jonah suggests.

You sigh and purse your lips to the side. "Svea," you whisper, rocking your shoulder slightly. "C'mon, you're tired."

"Hm? No, I'm not. I was just resting my eyes. I wanna stay up with you two," Svea pouts.

"We're both gonna be here in the morning," you tell her.

"Yay," Svea yawns before sliding off the porch swing, you following after her.

"I'll be back," you tell Jonah as you follow Svea into the house, your hands on her shoulders. Jonah watches you two leave, slightly biting his lower lip before turning back to his laptop.

Is Y/N your girlfriend? || Y/N and Svea are so cuttteeee || you look whipped || Y/N AND JONAH 2k17 MAKE IT HAPPEN

Jonah laughs with a small shake of his head. "Y/N's been my best friend for sixteen years, guys - not my girlfriend." He continues reading the comments. "Yeah, Y/N is like another sister to Svea and Esther, she's part of the family."

I WANT JONAH AND Y/N TO BE TOGETHER || i'm so okay with y/n and jonah || Jonah if you get with anyone other than Y/N I s2g || WE NEED SHIP NAMES

By now, Jonah's face was red and he faked a small chuckle to hide his embarrassment. "Guys," he complained, covering his face. "Stoooop," he laughs. "I adore Y/N as my best friend."

A few minutes pass before you return, sitting in a plastic chair beside Jonah now and not on the swing.

"How's everybody doing out there?" You spread your arms out and try your best not to be loud because Jonah's mom and sisters were currently all asleep.

Y/N I LOVE YOU || HIIII || IM DOING GOOD

"I love having fans because of you," you tease Jonah, who rolls his eyes with a smile.

"You have fans because everybody loves you," he mentions.

"That, too," you wink at him playfully before turning back to his laptop, bringing a knee up to your chest. "They want you to sing," you tell Jonah, poking him in the cheek.

"I have a sore throat right now," he frowns, using his knuckle to gently knead at his throat, knowing that that won't do anything to the cause. "You should sing."

"Haha, very funny," you deadpan.

Who remembers when Y/N sang in a YouNow a few months ago? || OMG WHEN Y/N SANG TITANIUM what a throwback || I wanna hear Y/N sing!

"I have a yucky voice," you say.

"No, you have a beautiful voice," Jonah says as he swipes under his nose, so his voice is kind of muffled, but both you and the audience he sported heard clearly.

"Aww, thank you," you coo, a cheesy grin on your face. "I could sing Twinkle Twinkle-"

"Oh, gosh," Jonah throws his head back as you laugh. "Sing the boys and I's new song."

"You and the boys have a new song?" You tease.

"Have you been under a rock?"

"I'm sorry, the world doesn't revolve around you, Jonah Marais," you snort, narrowing your eyes a bit. "No, I don't wanna sing These Girls, you fuck boy."

Jonah's jaw drops. "That's not what the song is abou-"

"Ehhhhh," you squint one of your eyes and cock your head. Jonah sighs and slouched in his chair as you send a wink to the YouNow viewers. "If I sing, you've gotta sing with me," you slap his leg.

"I can't sing with a sore thro-"

"Um, yeah you can. Jonah, you can sing with marshmell’s in your mouth. I know you," you tell him.

"Ugh, fine."

You smile and go to poke his cheek, a habit of yours, but he sways your hand away. You fake a frown and he rolls his eyes at you before pulling your finger up to his cheek, your smile reappearing after that.

"What song?" You hum.

"The A Team," Jonah quickly responded. You look at him with amusement for a split second.

"That was my favorite song in-"

"2011, yeah I know," he says, causing your insides to go warm.

FIND U A MAN WHO KNOWS YOUR FAVE SONG FROM 6 YEARS AGO || more goals than i'll ever be capable of || OH JUST KISS ALREADY || I LOVED THE A TEAM, TOO || ed sheeran for liiiffeee || I’M.-.

Jonah and you don't pay attention to the comments as you both start singing the song, his voice a little deeper than normal but overall still amazing.

“White lips, pale face Breathing in snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Light's gone, day's end Struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men

And they say She's in the Class A Team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately, her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries”

You pay more attention to your untied shoelace during the song while Jonah's eyes never leave your face. He forgets that they were live and all he sees is your face that he's been in love with for the past seven years.

“And they scream The worst things in life come free to us 'Cause we're just under the upper hand And go mad for a couple grams And she don't want to go outside tonight And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly Angels to fly”

His eyes glance to your lips for a mere second before he goes back to watching you whole, enjoying the sound of your voice syncing with his. You turn to him and catch the smile on his face, one growing on yours as well.

“Ripped gloves, raincoat Tried to swim and stay afloat Dry house, wet clothes Loose change, bank notes Weary-eyed, dry throat Call girl, no phone

And they say She's in the Class A Team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately, her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream The worst things in life come free to us 'Cause we're just under the upper hand And go mad for a couple grams And she don't want to go outside tonight And in a pipe, she flies to the Motherland Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly An angel will die Covered in white Closed eye And hoping for a better life This time, we'll fade out tonight Straight down the line

And they say She's in the Class A Team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately, her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries They scream The worst things in life come free to us And we're all under the upper hand Go mad for a couple grams And we don't want to go outside tonight And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland Or sell love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly Angels to fly To fly, fly For angels to fly, to fly, to fly For angels to die”

By the time it was over, you were grinning and Jonah was holding himself back from placing his lips on yours.

"I told you you were good, even with a sore throat," you smirk.

"I could sound like trash and you'd still tell me my voice is amazing," Jonah stated.

"That is very true," you point out. "That's cause I love you," you brush some hair out of his face and turn back to the viewers who were all holding their breath at the tension between you and Jonah, something you happened to be very oblivious to.

Jonah knew that either some or all of them caught him staring at you, and nothing was holding them back from commenting it for you to see.

If Jonah isn't whipped, I'm not human || OMG JONAH LOOKED SO IN LOVE LOOKING AT HER || TELL ME SOMEONE CAPTURED THAT MOMENT || SO MANY SCREENSHOTS || i want to be Y/N so bad.. ||Y/N, JONAH LOVES YOU PLEASE LOVE HIM BACK

You didn't get to read a single comment because Jonah quickly announced that it was getting late and closed his laptop.

"What was that for?" You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

"It's getting late. We should head to sleep," he stretches his arms out.

You shake your head and rise to your feet.

"That was so weird, though, how you just slammed it closed. They all must be so confused."

"Now I feel guilty," he says, flicking the porch light off and letting you go into the back door before he does, locking it afterward.

"You should," you chuckle, heading to his room and collapsing on his bed.

"Do you still have clothes here or did you take them back while I was gone?" Jonah asks as he places his laptop on his dresser and opens his pants drawer.

"They're still here," you get off his bed and open the closet, pulling out the basket full of your clothes. You pull out a pair of dark red leggings and a Plant Fitness t-shirt, changing into them with your back turned to Jonah.

You had gotten used to changing in front of Jonah by now, being that you two were closer than any other friendship you've ever known.

When you guys were young, changing in front of each other was normal and it still was now. To you, at least. You had no idea that whenever you'd take off a shirt in front of Jonah he had to hold his breath and think of the most disgusting things so his little friend didn't make an appearance, and half the time that wouldn't work so he'd have to go take a cold shower.

Like, now, for instance.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower," Jonah grumbles, using a pair of sweatpants and a blue hoodie to cover his boner.

"Okay," you turn to him just as he rushes out the room.

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You woke up beside Jonah with your head on his arm and your legs tangled together under the bed sheets. You shifted your head so that you could look up at him.

"Morning, Buttercup," Jonah murmured, his voice low and raspy.

"Morning," you sigh, sitting up and stretching your limbs before falling back to where you lied previously and curling up even more in Jonah's side. The two of you lie around on your phones before you hop into the shower and get dressed for the day. You, the Marias siblings and their mother would be heading to see a movie in a few hours and you wanted to be ready early.

After you had gotten dressed, you hung around Jonah's room until he also got out of the shower and got dressed. Jonah was on his laptop while you sat right beside him, your thighs leaning against one another as you went onto Instagram.

Your normal daily scrolling goes by but something catches your eye.

You had always followed fan accounts for the boys, Jonah, Jack, Zach, Daniel and Corbyn. There are even a few for you. Chrstina and all siblings related, and you always smile when the people behind the accounts grow so happy when you either follow or like their posts.

Though this morning all of the accounts you follow seem to be focused on one thing.

There was one video of you and Jonah singing with a red circle focused on Jonah's face, which was directed towards yours. Jonah looks absolutely positively whipped, read the caption with a ton of hashtags underneath it.

Then there was a collage of you and Jonah from the live last night. One picture was of you brushing hair out of Jonah’s face, and the others were of Jonah looking at you with that adoring love-struck look on his face. I'll sell my soul for these two to become a thing that caption read.

You glanced up at Jonah with scrunched up eyebrows before looking back at your phone. For the next ten minutes, that's all you see. Edits and photos and collages of Jonah with comments and captions all focusing on Jonah's apparently obvious feelings for you. Well, not so obvious that you caught on.

You avoided the hate comments, too busy being confused on why Jonah would look at you so intensely.

You went into more digging and even found a few screenshots of Jonah looking back at you and Svea with comments that made you nearly choke on air.

Jonah realizing Y/N's got mom qualities  || OMG THEY'D BE SUCH CUTE PARENTS

"What's wrong?" Jonah asks when he sees your face turn beet red.

"I-uh... have you been on Instagram at all, lately?" You ask awkwardly.

"No, why?"

"Because all your fans who watched the live last night think that you have feelings for me," you rush out, not looking at him as you bite the inside of your cheek.

Jonah's eyes widen as his breath hitched in his threat. His unresponsiveness made you turn to him as he tried to find something to say.

"Jonah?" You ask slowly.

"I-um... I..."

"Do you actually have feelings for me?" You question, to which he still sits there nervously. But his silence is all you need. "When did it start?" Your voice was quiet now, and Jonah didn't know if you were disgusted, amused, confused or all of the above.

"When we were twelve," he mutters, glancing down at the bed sheets. You were taken aback by his answer. "It just started out as another crush but then over the past few years they grew and I can't look at any other girl without thinking of you. Trust me, I've tried to get over it, but I can't."

"Why didn't you tell me?" You frowned.

"I thought it'd ruin everything. You're my best friend and the feelings are unrequited-"

"I never said that," you pull in your lips. Jonah halts as his eyes snap up to meet yours.

"What?"

"I mean... there's always been that thought that crosses my mind every once in a while... but I was sure that you only thought of me as a sister, being that that's what you always say."

"I just... I want to try, but I don't want us to ever split as best friends. I've had you by my side for sixteen years and the last thing I'd want to do is mess that up."

"So let's do what you said. We can try," you shift closer to him, sitting with your legs in straddling position on the bed. Jonah's eyes glanced to your lips before the two of you leaned in. Your lips attached and you both moved closer to one another, your hands cupping either side of his neck as he has one arm around your waist and the other caressing your cheek.

"Just promise me one thing," you breathe, pulling away slightly. Jonah nods, his eyes not leaving yours. "No matter what happens, we will always be best friends, even if this all turns to crap in the end."

"It won't," he shakes his head. "It won't turn to crap."

"Just promise me," you beg.

Jonah looks at you with assurance before nodding. "I promise."

"Thank you," you sigh before leaning back in and connecting your lips once again.

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[marjorie189]

Chapter 2

Y/n's Pov:

"Hurry up guys we're gonna be late!!" I yelled across the house to my roomates, The Dream Team.

We were running late to a photoshoot for the new launch of merchandise.

"We're going. We're going. I'm fixing my hair." Emilio yelled from upstairs.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, Bethany was beside me laughing.

I then saw Tessa walking down the stairs.

"Ughh are they almost ready??" I complained stressfully.

"Nope they're worse than girls." Tessa said plopping down on the couch next to me.

There was Froy, Emilio, and Ivan. The boys of the group. Always procrastinating and making the girls late to all events.

"Jazzy is on her way down. She's just getting her phone." Tessa explained.

"Froy, Emilio, Ivan. If you don't come down here any minute now we're leaving you!!" I yelled making my echo travel to their ears.

Jazzy laughed as she was walking down the stairs.

"God. We're here!" Froy said walking down the stairs with the twins by his side.

"Finally let's go!" Bethany said.

We locked the door of the house and heading to The Dream Team Vehicle.

A 2018 Cadillac Escalade:

We remodeled the inside and made plenty of space to fit up to 15 people. When we have friends over or when The Team wants to go out. To make it less complicated we just take one vehicle that fits us all.

We all got on and the driver drove us to the studio. Where the photoshoot will be held.

"Will Mason, Dylan, and Garrett be there?" Jazzy asked.

"Yeah and so will my mother and father." I said smiling.

"I'm so nervous for the shoot." Tessa said smiling.

"I know me too." Froy said.

"Oh god stop. You guys just have to put makeup on and smile. That's all!!" Bethany said.

"Yeah. Us girls have to actually pose in different poses and have different makeup looks and hair designs." I said, playfully rolling my eyes pretending to be annoyed.

"What not makeup. Again." Ivan said.

Jazzy laughed, causing us all to laugh.

"Did you guys bring the camera??" Jazzy asked.

"Yup. Already on it." Emilio said, starting to vlog.

"Hey guys!!" Tessa and I say into the camera. At the same time, making us laugh hysterically.

Emilio caught it all on the vlog.

We all laughed and did a montage of us in the SUV, showing the amazing views of LA.

"I call the Bluetooth!!" I yelled and connected my phone to the speakers.

"Oh god!" Froy said rolling his eyes and rubbing his face.

"Not Shawn again!!!" Ivan said.

"Oh shut up." I said, blasting In My Blood.

We all sang along and we all recorded on our different devices. On Snapchat and Vlogging.

We blasted the latest hits and talked.

Once we got to the studio we saw the rest of my family.

My mother, father, older twin brothers, and little brother.

The Team and I greeted them with hugs. I also got my hair messed up by my big brothers.

"Why are you late this time??" My Mother asked.

"The usual." Jazzy said referring to the boys.

My father laughed.

"Y/N!!!!" my little brother screamed and hugged me.

"Hey Mason." I said bending down hugging him. Then I picked him up placing him on my hip.

"You ready for the shoot??" I asked.

"Mmmhmm." He said.

I smiled and hugged my older twin brothers, Dylan and Garrett.

"Hey guys." I said hugging them.

"Hey" They said and messed up my hair.

I hugged and rolled my eyes.

We all settled down and the makeup lady's worked on everyone.

The stylists then came and started handing out the Merch, for us to pose with.

"Alright here's who's going first. The girls are going to do a girls photo shoot to show off the Dream Team's Crop Top and another photo shoot for the Cropped Hoodies. You girls can take a break in between the photo shoots." The photographer said.

Once the makeup and hair was ready, we got to where the photos were gonna be taken.

We did some individual photos and some all together as girls.

Photos:

Group Photos:

Many More!

Single Photos:

Tessa:

Jazzy: 

Bethany: 

Y/N:

Many more was taken!

It was the boys turn to model the hoodies, sweatpants, and socks.

Martinez Twins:

Froy: 

Random Pictures:

Many more!

I then took pictures with my family.

Mason showed the kids merch, and he posed with it. My twin brothers and I showed the matching clothing items. We took a whole family picture.

I took a couple with each twin brother of me on his back with my tongue sticking out.

We took many other photos with different items and looks.

Once all the pictures were taken, we all noticed we were starving.

We were so excited for the photoshoot that we noticed we haven't ate breakfast and It was 4:30 pm.

"We should all eat together! To celebrate the new Merch launch." Bethany suggested.

"Yes we should! Plus I'm starving." Tessa said.

"We're all starving, girl." I said laughing.

"Where should we eat?" my father asked.

"Olive Garden?" Dylan suggested.

"Buffalo Wild Wings?!" Garrett said.

"TGI Friday's?" Froy said.

"Well then. This will be a hard discussion." I laughed.

"You already know." Jazzy said.

"Why don't you choose Y/N?" Ivan asked.

"You started The Dream Team. We wouldn't be here without you." Emilio said.

"Aww you guys!" I smiled and hugged Ivan and Emilio.

"Group hug!!" My father said.

I felt all the hugs from your best friends and family. My loved ones.

"Not to ruin the moment or anything. But I'm starving." Dylan said.

I playfully rolled my eyes then laughed, causing the others to laugh.

"So what are we gonna eat?" Froy said side hugging you.

"Well I was thinking since this is an important part of our careers. We should go somewhere fancy and expensive. It'll be on me. Somewhere with a nice view, maybe the beach club." I suggested.

"Sounds perfect." my mother said.

"Alright let's go." The Martinez Twins yelled racing for the car.

I smiled.

I then pulled out the vlog camera, and started recording.

"Alright guys so we wrapped up the photo shoot. It was so much fun. We have a bunch of new items coming out. The Merch is going to launch it about 2 hours. I'm so excited. Right now we're going to eat in a restaurant next to the beach to celebrate the launch. I'm so excited to eat I'm starving!!" I said into the camera.

"We're all starving." Froy and Bethany said.

We all got into the SUV and my family went in their own vehicle. Except Mason he didn't really wanna leave me.

"Hey Mas. I know you wanna come with us, but I'll tell you what! When we're eating you can sit next to me, alright?" I suggested.

"Yeahhh!!" He said excitedly.

I smiled at him and led him to my parents.

I got into the SUV and sat down.

"See you in a few." We all said to the camera and covered the lense with our hands, turning of the camera.

The SUV started heading to the beach club. A restaurant next to the beach.

"We should all post about the launch." Jazzy said.

"Yeah we should." Ivan said.

"I got the Dream Team Accounts!!" Emilio said.

"Alright thanks." I said.

I posted about the launch dropping in a few hours on my Instagram, instagram stories, Twitter, and Snapchat.

So did the others.

I got a notification from Twitter.

I smiled into the phone. Jake and Team 10 were cool with us and we were all friends.

I happily responded:

"We're here!!" Emilio yelled.

"We should go down to the beach after we eat." Bethany said.

"Yes we should!!" Jazzy said.

We all got out of the SUV and valet took it.

We waited for my family's cars to get taken by a valet to go in the restaurant together and when it was finally taken we all went in together.

"Good afternoon! Table for how many??" The hostess smiled.

"Hello! And a table for 12 please." I smiled.

"Oh my god you're The Dream Team! My little sister watches you guys all the time!!" The hostess said happily.

"Do you want a picture??" Jazzy asked.

"That would be great. Maybe after you guys finishing eating. I don't want to get fired since we're holding up the line." She said worriedly.

"Sounds like a plan. And sorry for the hold up." Bethany said.

"Take a seat in the waiting area. We'll give you a table once there's space for you all and thanks." The hostess said.

We all sat in the waiting area, and got seated in 30 minutes.

"Table for Y/N for 12??" The waitress said and got us seated.

"Today there is a buffet with unlimited drinks and food, or you can order from the menu. Whatever you'd guys like." The waitress said.

"I say the buffet. What do you guys think?" Ivan said.

"Buffet for sure!!" Froy said.

I looked around and saw everyone nodding in agreement.

"Buffet, for everyone please??" You smiled telling the waitress.

"Of course. So you guys won't need me anymore. The plates and utensils are in every booth of food. The cups are next to the workers, where the workers will serve your drinks. Have a nice evening." The waitress said walking to another table.

"Let's eat." Mason said cutely.

We all stood up and served our food.

We all met back in the table.

"25 minutes until the launch drops!!" My father said looking at the time.

"No way!!" Froy said.

"Yes way!!" My father said.

"25 more minutes until the Merch drops!!" Tessa said excitedly into the vlog camera.

I posted on Snapchat and Insta Stories that there was 25 minutes until the Merch drops.

"This restaurant is absolutely beautiful. Next to the beach, great food." My mother said.

"Agreed." I said with a mouth full.

45 minutes later:

We were all down on the beach, I took a picture with the hostess with the rest of the team and my family.

I took a picture with a few other fans as well.

I was all on the beach getting my feet wet.

The boys all went into the water. Froy, Ivan, Emilio, Garrett, Dylan, and Mason.

"They're going to get the SUV so wet." My father said.

I laughed.

"Omg. Guess what!" Tessa said.

"What happened??" I said anxiously.

"5 items have already been sold out!!" Tessa screeched.

"No way!!" I said taking my phone looking at the Merch site.

"Omg that's amazing!!" I said with a smile plastered on my face.

Jazzy filmed for the vlog.

I stood up and hugged them all. Bethany, Jazzy, Tessa, my mom, and father.

"What's going on??" Dylan said with the rest of the guys.

"5 items are sold out!!" Jazzy screeched happily.

"Omg that's great!!" Garrett said.

All the guys joined the hug, even if they got us all wet.

I could care less if I get wet, even if it was already dark and cold. I was just really happy and proud of everyone.

After our little victory hug my family and I all said goodbye to each other. Dylan and Garrett hugged me goodbye, and they mess with my hair like always.

Then it was Mason's turn to say goodbye to me. I hugged him then kissed his cheek.

"Sissy?"

"Yes buba?"

"Can I come stay the night at your house! It's really fun in The Dream Team House!"

I looked up at the dream team for approval and they all nodded.

"Yes buba you can come with me, but you gotta ask mom and dad first." I said.

"Momma! Dadda! Can I stay with them??" Mason asked.

They nodded, "Of course."

Garrett and Dylan got onto Dylan's car. Mason, I and the rest of the team got in the SUV, while my parents got on their own.

"What's up little buddy." Ivan said in a hushed voice.

"What's up!" Mason said bumping Ivan's fist.

"What movie do you wanna watch in the theater?" Bethany asked.

"Ummm.....Can we watch Coco?" Mason asked.

"Oh no Tess. We're gonna cry again." You said hugging her.

Tessa laughed and hugged me.

"You guys always cry. In every movie!" Froy said laughing.

"Oh hush!" Tessa and you said.

~

Hello Lovely Readers❤️ This is 1 out of 2 of your authors! I hope you all like this story so far. If y'all want to recommend an idea, feel free to do so! Love you all! Hope y'all enjoy this book! Feel free to message me! ~ Marjorie

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Fixed - final part

Fixed - part 2/2 | Jack Maynard | Imagine Word count: 2986 Request: Can you write an imagine where you and Jack have a tickle fight? | Can you do a jack one? A/N: This imagine is inspired by Fixed by New Hope Club! Thank you for those whom asked me this! I loved write this one, so if you have something in mind about Jack, be my guest: requests are open! If you don’t remember the first part, let me refresh your memory in here! Bye bye sweeties! See you soon! You can find my other Buttercream Squad stuff in here | Requests are open

Before:

        “Conor…” You started speaking to the phone.

        “Hi, Y/N!” He picked up. “How are you?”

        “Fine. You?”

        “Same.”

        You bit your lip, hesitating. “Ok, so, please, don’t freak out, but I…”

        “Kissed my brother?”

        “Hum… Yes?”

        “Yeah, Jack told me.”

        “Oh, the bastard! I wanted to tell you myself.”

        “So… Are you ok?”

        “Yes.” You knew Conor were only asking because the last thing he wanted was stay between you and Jack or, worst, have to choose one of you. “We are not serious or anything. I mean, fine, we spent the night together and, oh boy, he doesn’t have the reputation he has out of nothing, you know…”

        “Y/N, you’re still talking about my brother, please, stop.”

        You laughed. “We are fine, Con.”

        “Great then. I’m really happy for both of you. I mean, Jack is a player and you are one too. I don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

        “We won’t.” You assured.

.

        “So…” Jack started saying, sat on the sofa by your side.

        It was Saturday. Jack arrived at your place by morning and you decided to watch a film after lunch.

        “So…?” You encouraged him to continue, not really paying attention in what he was about to say because you were watching the movie.

        “You met Andrew yesterday.” He pointed out.

        “Yes.” You smiled, seeing where the conversation was going.

        “And how it went?”

        “Since when are you interested on my love life?”

        “Since you decided to kiss dickheads.”

        “I don’t kiss dickheads, moron.” You pushed him softly. “I mean, I kissed you, didn’t I?”

        “Yeah.” Jack gave a smirk. “But, first: I don’t throw up if I’m insecure; Second: I’m a great kisser.”

        You laughed. “I don’t know… Andrew is a pretty good kisser too…” You teased.

        Jack looked at you astonished. “What?” He turned his body to you, not starring the TV anymore. “Are you saying I am not the best kiss you had on your entire life?”

      “You are so convinced of yourself.” You rolled your eyes, knowing he was only kidding.

      “Oh, am I?” Jack asked, approaching you.

      You started giggling. “Yes…”

      “You just love to play with fire, don’t you, Y/N?” He asked, his hands getting closer to your body.

      You were laughing as if Jack were already tickling you. “Jack…”

      He started tickling you for real, you couldn’t breathe.

      “Say who was your best kiss, Y/N.” He ordered.

      “No!” You exclaimed, laying down on the sofa with Jack on top of you.

      “You don’t want to admit it to me? Fine. I will just continue to tickle you then.”

      “Jack!” You whined.

      “Say, Y/N.”

      “Ok, ok! I’ll say it, I’ll say it.”

      He stopped and you smirked.

      “Say…” He suggested.

      “I will! But…”

      “I will start tickling you again, Y/N.” He threatened.

      “No!” You protested laughing. “I will say you are the best at kissing, however I’m not sure of it.” You smiled your flirty smile. “I think I need a test proof.” You argued and Jack responded to your actions by bending down.

      “You think so?” He teased when his lips were almost touching yours.

      “Yes.” You told.

      Without a shadow of a doubt Jack was the best kisser ever. The way he moved had the right precision and the right speed and, when he bit your lips, he almost drove you insane. This kiss thought wasn’t for real. It took all your strength to concentrate and move your hands to fit your original purpose: In the middle of the kiss, you started tickling Jack.

      “Y/N!” He complained while laughing and getting out of the sofa. “You play dirty!”

      You couldn’t stop laughing. “You should know that by now.” You teased with a wink.

      “We need to have a little chat, young lady.” Jack declared, turning the TV off.

      “We need?”

      “Yes, we do.” He affirmed. “A little chat on your bedroom.”

      You gasped. “Jack!”

      “Come on, on your way.” He started lift you up. “We have some business to solve.” He told and started tickling you again while carried you through the apartment.

.

      Jack was kissing a random girl on one corner of the club. The music was loud and there was one of the only places that were empty enough to fit both of them.

      “Yeah, not quite like that, love.” He said, pushing the girl away. “You need to…” Grab my hair, scratch my back, move your hips. That was how Jack would be addicted to a kiss, that was how he would be crawling for more, that was how… His eyes glimpsed you on the dance floor. That was how you kissed him. And drove him crazy. “Excuse me.” He asked before walking away and letting the girl alone.

      Your hair flew everywhere and you had a wide smile on your face, after all it was your favorite song playing at the club. You always loved when the right music came out, it gave you confidence and you would be even more excited than you normally was. When it was your music through the speakers, you could have the whole crowd staring at you that you wouldn’t even care.

      Jack went to you, interrupting your dance moves. Without saying a single word, he pulled you to him and gave you a kiss, a profound one, not only catching you by surprise because of the moment but also because of the intensity. He proved that sweet naughty kiss only you could give, the one he missed if he didn’t taste it every day.

      “What was that for?” You asked laughing when you finished kissing.

      He was looking at you, noticing how your eyes shinned. “I don’t know.”

.

      “When will you give up in going out with him?” Jack asked you with an arm around your shoulder.

      You were at the supermarket doing your food shopping for the week. Jack was at your place and agreed to go with you.

      “Stop being against Andrew.” You asked while you were choosing what type of bread you wanted. “He is a really nice guy, you know.”

      “What I know is that he throws up more than the average people.” Jack teased.

      “Oh my God, when you will give up remembering this?” You complained, putting the package on your basket and walking through the shop.

      “Maybe when you admit to yourself he is just a route mistake you made.”

      “What if he is the one for me?” You asked going to pay your stuff.

      “He isn’t.” Jack said.

      “How can you be so sure of that?” You raised an eyebrow and putted your shops on the bags, Jack helped you carry those.

      “Well, if he is the one for you, why you keep liking going to clubs and being with other people?”

      “We agreed we would take things easy, Jack.” You told going out of the supermarket and walking through the street. “I am fine with the things now and he is too. We don’t need to rush.”

      “That’s what I’m saying, Y/N.” He pointed out. “If he is the one, you shouldn’t want to be with anyone else besides him and, let’s face it, you and me make out more than you and him.”

      You laughed. “So what are you suggesting? That you are my true love?”

      “Who knows? Maybe I am”

      You rolled your eyes. “You go out with more girls in one week than I go out with boys in one month, Maynard.”

      “Yeah…” He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s quite boring wait for you to realize I’m the only one, Y/N. You’re quite slow, you know?”

      “Yeah, ok, Jack.”

The fact: Last week

        You were craving for a cupcake after seeing Zoella’s Insta story. She was having a lovely lunch and had a marvelous dessert, so you decided go get one for yourself before losing your mind.

      You and Jack now were boyfriend and girlfriend, though only the close friends knew that. It was a bit hard date a youtuber and with everything going on in your lives, like his channel growing and you having your college stuff, you didn’t want any pressure about having a relationship open to the public eye.

        “Y/N! You heard someone calling you and looked around the shop, trying to discover who the source of it was. “Over here!”

        You were about to pay your order, Brittany, an old friend, was sit on a table on the other side of the place. You waved at her and she went towards you.

        “Hey, Britt.” You smiled to her.

        “Hey girl! How are you?”

        “Fine.” You thanked the employee that was charging your order. “What about you? I saw you went to Spain last week.”

        “Yes, I went!” She smiled. “It was amazing! I’m starting to have a thing for that country. I know it’s my philosophy never go to a place twice until I complete my wish list, but it was so pretty in there!” You laughed at her enthusiasm, was really cute.

        “It seemed really nice. I loved your pictures on Instagram.”

        “But, girl! This is not about me! I mean, yeah, I went traveling and it was amazing, but I heard you are dating Jack Maynard! Is it true?”

        You blushed. “Yeah, we are kind of hanging out together…”

        “Are you crazy or something?” She asked. “You two look adorable, I get it, but you know how that worked out to Shelly.”

        You felt like Britt has just punched you on your stomach. Shelly was Jack’s ex girlfriend. You met Jack when they were broke up already and you never really thought about it.

        “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” Britt apologized. A little late for that now, love. “I really think you two make a beautiful couple, Y/N.” She took your hand into hers. “I’m worried because I think you deserve more than a cheater.”

      You knew Britt considered cheaters the worst specie on the planet, she was cheated once and never wished that for anybody else. You knew that she was only saying that because she was in fact afraid of you getting hurt.

      What Britt didn’t knew though, was that you never thought about Jack being a cheater. You forgot it. You knew he was, but you completely disassociated him from that image. Now, it hit you.

      “That’s fine.” You forced a smile and took the cupcake you ordered. “I gotta go now, but I see you around, right?”

      “Text me if you need anything, Y/N.” She asked, realizing the mess she made. “I’m really sorry.”

      “It was good, Britt.” You shrugged your shoulders. “I just needed a little remind of one of the reasons why I avoid Jack Maynard at the first place.”

After:

        You sighed, finally sitting on your sofa. You were really tired of thinking about that subject by yourself. It was burning your mind, corroding your thoughts, eating you inside out.

      You always knew Jack wasn’t the type of settle down. He went to a club, kissed a few girls on the same night, and then chose one to go home. You were alright with this fact, after all, you hooked up with a considerable amount of people at the same night too… But you never cheated.

      Cheating was something you always felt it would be horrible to do. It was something worst than a heartbreak, it was humiliating. Not only the person who promised to be faithful to you had broken this vow, but he/she chose to kiss another, thinking he/she was better than you.

      You get that the feeling of cheating should be amazing. Being with someone while having another waiting for you? It sounded really powerful and seductive. However, how you could handle the guilt afterwards? How could you look at your boyfriend/girlfriend knowing you did that to him/her?

      And, you couldn’t argue: Everybody knew your boyfriend was a cheater.

      Jack sat next to you.

      “I don’t want to be the insecure girlfriend who doesn’t let her boyfriend have night outs or stuff like that. I’m fine with you going out with the boys and everything, but honestly? I can’t say I’m not worried. I love you, but since last week, I have trouble sleeping.” You admitted.

      “Why since last week? I didn’t even go out last week.”

      You bit your lip. “Okay. I might have met Britt and she remembered me about Shelly.” You confessed.

      It was Jack’s turn to sigh. “I knew it.” He ran his hand through his hair. “I knew something triggered you.”

      “But it doesn’t matter, Jack!” You exclaimed. “You don’t understand? I sincerely don’t know how to deal with it.”

      “What are you trying to say? Do you want to break up?” He asked, looking at you afraid of the answer.

      “The last thing I want to do is break up with you, however it’s not because of it I won’t. I won’t wait for you to get sick of me and throw me away.”

      “Y/N…” He exhaled. “I will never get sick of you.”

      “How can you say that? How can you be sure of it? I doubt you didn’t like Shelly before you went sleep with other.”

      “It wasn’t like this.” He defended himself.

      “But you cheated her anyway, Jack.” You could feel the pain throbbing in your heart. “I love you, but I can’t handle this, babe.”

      He took a deep breath. He needed to say something because he felt you slipping through his fingers and he would never forgive himself if he let you go away just this easy.

      “Y/N, look.” He said, taking your hands into his and looking into your eyes. You were almost crying when saw that beautiful pair of jewels staring at you. “I won’t lie to you, ok?” Your heart started racing. “I am not good at relationships. I probably will forget our date anniversary and eventually gonna say something I won’t think about and hurt you and be stupid and stuff like that. But honestly? I won’t cheat at you.”

      “Jack…”

      “I know you and me seems something that came out of nothing for you, that we were really casual and, suddenly, we weren’t. But for me, it wasn’t like this that things happened.” He told you. “It started really calm, really quiet. I flirted with you for the first time and you blushed, something that I found really cute. Then I was noticing how beautiful you are every time you would hang with Conor and we started talking about the most silly things like ‘I hope the club won’t be crowded’ and shit like that when we met because we didn’t know each other.” He gave a soft smile when the memories invaded his mind and then again he was serious as you two were on the edge.

      “When I started flirting for real, you showed me that you weren’t an only-blush girl: You shutted me down every single time because you thought it was nothing, that I was doing that just because I wanted to bang you. And let me be honest with you now: I only wanted to bang you really.” You let a little laugh escape and he smile from seeing you better, a little relief coming to his heart. “But you didn’t let me, because you were worried about how it would affect you friendship with my brother and, in the extent to which our conversations evolved, my heart would race a little more when you showed up.” You felt your feelings squash inside you. “Since our first kiss I knew something would be different. I didn’t know what exactly, but it would. It felt so… Real.”

      “I was chilled about how things were, even with the Andrew guy around.” You rolled your eyes, Jack couldn’t let Andrew go. “Don’t roll your eyes to me, okay? It’s real. You never saw me in that state. Honestly, I don’t want to go back for that either. Not because I would get more drunk than ever or because I would be with any girl that showed up, but because it would mean we would break up and it is something I never, never, want to do, Y/N.” Your heart broke seeing him say that in that way, it was something that you never knew Jack felt and never knew he was able to feel.

      “You have your doubts, I get it. You can call me a dick if you want to, Y/N,  but I didn’t even care about Shelly. I thought I liked her, but now I know I didn’t and I’m fucking in love with you, Y/N.” You felt your breath escape through your lips. “It isn’t something I was looking for, I admit it too, but it happened and now I don’t know how I would work things out in my life without you. You put everything in balance.” He caressed your cheek. “I know words are only words and it is not much however I need you to trust me when I say that I won’t cheat on you.”

      His blue eyes were staring at you with such intensity, as if his whole soul was depending of your answer. He looked anxious and scared, but also relieved. You didn’t have doubts at all in that moment.

      “Why you didn’t tell me this before?”

      “I thought it was quite obvious.” Jack said, turning shy.

      “Silly.” You hugged him, finally crying. “I’m sorry, I was such an ass in the past week. I didn’t want to though.”

      “That’s alright, babe.”

      “I love you. I’m so afraid of you breaking me. I’m not sure I will be able to recover if you break me.” You confessed.

      “You won’t need to.” He promised, holding you tight.

      “Thank you.” You said breaking the hug.

      Jack smirked exactly how he did before kissing you for the first time: “You’re welcome.”

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Mean What You Mean (Colby Brock) - Part 6

Part 6:

Tucker was definitely the best person to have with me in Los Angeles for my first time. He knew everything since he went a year prior with his parents and older sister. Because he'd enjoyed it, he offered to film for me. It was nice not to worry about carrying my camera the whole time. We went to the Walk of Fame on Hollywood Boulevard and took pictures with some of our favorites. The we drove to the Hollywood sign for the hike. "This'll be our workout for the whole week, I think." I muttered, seeing how far you have to hike. "This is what you said you wanted to do." "It is." I confirmed. "It'll be worth it." "Let's go then." As we hiked, Tucker carried my camera in one hand and went through my Instagram DM's with the other. "Lots of people are sending in Gabbie Hanna and some girl named Justine." I let out a shakey breath. "She's from TikTok and Instagram. We did the same ad one time and got put in a post together." I groaned. "Okay, I gotta stop a minute." I sat down on a rock and took off my backpack. Tucker turned on my camera. "And stop three." "Shut up." I snapped, flipping him off. "Hmm, gonna have to blur that out." He chuckled and then clicked off the camera. "You okay?" "Yeah. Keep reading." "Alright. Um, Gabbie, Andrea, oh." He paused. "Sam and Colby, Sam and Colby, Sam and Colby." I furrowed my brows. "Really?" "Mhm." He nodded. "Why did you not go through these before we left?" "Because I had to do that paper for Miss Harmon. She didn't like my rough draft so I had to start over." "Oh. Right." I stood up and looked at him. "Some of us can't use our good looks to get out of things." "I don't do that." "Not on purpose." I took my phone from him and opened my Snapchat and took a picture of the view. 'Hollywood sign hike on the first day. Great idea, Jo.' I handed the phone back to him. "Let's keep going. And keep reading." "Yes, ma'am." We continued up the mountain and I compiled a list of people to contact. "Hey, thought." Tucker put my phone down. "Okay." "What about Katrina Stuart?" I shrugged. "Wouldn't hurt to try." "Do you think she'd respond?" "Probably. She seems cool." "Okay." We finally reached the top and I gasped. "Oh wow!" "You did it." Tucker announced. I nodded. "Yes, I did." He took some pictures for me and I posted my favorite one on Instagram. 'I made it! Hello, LA! Let's have a fun week!' I made Tucker take a few selfies with me and we posted them on our Insta stories and Snapchats. "Whoa, Jo. Look!" He said, showing me my phone. I had a Direct Message on Instagram from Katrina. Katrina: Hi, Jo. I know you don't know me personally but a friend of mine has followed you for awhile and I watched all your videos and stuff. I just saw your post that you're in LA! Would you want to meet up in a couple days? My boyfriend Sam and I would love to show you and Tucker around to our favorite places! Let me know if you're interested! My jaw dropped and I looked up at Tucker. "She knows who I am!" He grinned. "Are you going to say 'yes'?" I nodded. "Yes!" * When we made it back to the car, I replied to Katrina. Josephine: Hi Katrina! First of all, I can't believe you know who I am! I've been following you and Sam and everyone for years now! You seem so sweet on camera and you're just as sweet over DM. Tucker and I would LOVE to meet up with you and Sam! Just let us know when and where and we'll meet you there! I squealed. "Ah! This is amazing!" Tuck chuckled. "Aren't you excited?" "Of course I am!" He squeezed my thigh. "But I'm also sweaty and hungry." "Yeah, me too." "Let's go back to the hotel and shower and then we'll go out for a fancy dinner somewhere." I nodded. "I like that idea." * Six and a half hours later, I was sitting at the desk in our hotel room editing. "Jo, come to bed." Tuck groaned softly. "I'm almost done." I told him. I heard him get up and then felt him lean over me. "No, you're not." "Yes, I am." I pushed him away. "Let me at least order you some room service." He grabbed the menu off the TV stand. "What do you want?" "A smoothie and a freakin' quesadilla." I mumbled. "Okay." I stopped and glanced at him. "Are you serious?" "Yeah." He nodded. "I'll Postmate it if I have to." "You're amazing." I grinned. "I know." A half hour later I had my quesadilla and my smoothie. Tuck took a Boomerang video for my Insta story and I posted it. 'S/o to my bff for the editing snack!' "I love when you shout me out." Tuck said from the bed. "Do ya?" "Not really, honestly, but I know it's kind of your job." "It is." I clipped off some of the hike and put in my background music. "So, I'm meeting with Justine tomorrow around noon. Do you want to go?" I asked him. "What are you girls doing?" He asked. "Not sure. Maybe a video for her channel and her TikTok, I think." "I'll drop you off but I think I'm going to go surfing since you don't do that." "Hmm." I giggled. "Get you a best friend who doesn't make you do boy stuff." "I just know you." "True." I was almost done with the video when my phone buzzed. It was a DM on Instagram from Katrina. Katrina: Hey! When you're out tomorrow, go to Beth's! It's a cute jewelry store in Hollywood! You'd love it! Josephine: Thanks, girl! Katrina: How is LA so far? Josephine: I love it! Katrina: Good! I can't wait to meet you! When I see Sam tomorrow we'll set a time! Josephine: Sounds perfect! I sat back. "Hey, Tuck. Will you watch the video before I post it?" "Sure, babes." "I'm gonna shower while you do that and then it's bedtime for me." *** After a fun day filming with Justine, Tucker picked me up and we went out for dinner. "Hey, can we go back to Hollywood Boulevard?" I asked him. "Sure." "Thanks. Katrina suggested a jewelry shop and I want to check it out." "Okay." Beth's was everything Katrina said it was and more. The jewelry was right up my alley and I found a ton of cool pieces to add to my collection. "Tuck! Look at this one!" I gasped at a dreamcatcher bracelet. He smiled softly. "That's perfect for you." "Thank you." The owner was a sweet old lady who named the shop after her late granddaughter. I paid for all the pieces I wanted and gave her a little extra. She thanked me and I promised to visit again. "I loved that." I smiled as I sat back in the seat. "I could tell." Tucker glanced over at me. "LA looks good on you." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "Thank you for this trip, Tuck. You're amazing." "So are you, Jo." *** The next morning, I woke up to multiple dings on my phone. Katrina: I forgot to message you last night! I talked with Sam and we were wondering if you'd be up for breakfast this morning! Katrina: I don't know when you guys wake up, but let me know if that works. I rolled over and tapped Tucker's shoulder. "Hey, you up?" "Yup." He rolled over and met my gaze. "Want to have lunch with Sam and Katrina?" "I love to." Josephine: Hello. We're both up! When and where? Katrina: Oh, good! How about ten? She sent the address in a second message. Josephine: We'll be there! Katrina: Great! You know what we look like. Sam is wearing his merch! Josephine: Of course he is! See you there! I got up and stretched. "You ready?" Tucker nodded. "Yeah. You can have the bathroom today." "Thanks." * "Hi." I said, tapping Katrina on the shoulder. She turned around and immediately hugged me. "Oh my God, it's so nice to meet you!" I heard Sam and Tucker introduce themselves to each other. "It's so nice to meet you too!" I told her honestly. She stood back. "You're so pretty!" "Isn't she?" Tucker leaned in. I shoved him away. "Shut up." Sam held out a hand. "I'm Sam." "I'm Jo." "I'm Kat." "And I'm Tucker." I giggled. "Well, now that we're all familiar with one another. What is this place?" Kat turned and raised her arms in the air. "Gerald's!" "Aka, the best breakfast bar in all of Los Angeles!" Sam added. "Sweet! Can't wait!" I clapped my hands together. Tucker grabbed my hand as we walked inside behind Sam and Kat. "So, how long have you two been friends for again?" Sam asked us. "I was four and Jo was almost four when I moved in next door to her and her parents." Tucker explained. "Been inseparable since." I nodded. "True story." "When did you two meet?" Kat laughed. "Late 2016. Sam took awhile to warm up to me but I won him over." Sam nodded. "Also a true story." I chuckled. "Sounds romantic." "Very." Kat leaned in against her boyfriend. Throughout breakfast, Sam kept eyeing us. Eventually, I knew Tucker would get annoyed so I spoke first. "Sam? What's on your mind?" I asked him. "You two have never dated?" We shook our heads. "Ever kissed?" "Once." Tucker replied. "Truth or dare in eighth grade." "But nothing?" "Nope. She's my best friend. I know there's no one else like her but she's basically my sister." I nodded. "He's the sibling I never had." "Cute!" Kat gushed. "Thanks." I smiled at her. "So, we have a thing at noon, but do you want to meet back here later?" She asked. I nodded. "Sure!" "Cool! We'll see you then!"