Prt 2. Fucks Me Up Even More Tho

prt 2. fucks me up even more tho

PART TWO FOR THE ANGST

omg andrea that blurb was amazing! can u pls continue it!

So what happens next??? YOU CANT LEAVE IT LIKE THAT ANDREA WTF

wow please write more angst omg

Can you write about the part where Harry ties you up & fucks the other girl for the rest of the night

PLS DO A FOLLOW UP OF THAT THREESOME DRABBLE I AM BEGGING

GIRL U GOTTA DO ANOTHER LART TO THE BLURB OF ANGSTY THREESOME

ANDREA IM CRYING OVER THE THREESOME DRABBLE!22!!22!!22!2!

alright but only bc y’all asked so nicely :-) i spent like two hours on this instead of doing hw and it’s 1 am but wHATEVER!! here’s part one if u missed it!!

Two hours and thirteen minutes.

That’s how long Y/N’s been locked in their room while Harry’s been simmering in hellfire as he paces around the apartment, worried out of his mind and sick to his stomach, his own pancakes and eggs threatening to make a reappearance.

He’s worried about their relationship— about what might become of it, or what might not become of it. If he had known this whole threesome idea was going to end this way, he would’ve canned it immediately.

Would’ve never brought up the concept at the bar they were at the night before when that girl was ogling both him and Y/N from across the room, a small smile playing her ruby lips. Would’ve never let Y/N say a tentative yet intrigued “yes,” would’ve never walked up to the woman and offered to buy her a drink, and would‘ve never let her into their home if he knew it was going to end with his girlfriend this torn apart.  

He’s sick to his stomach not only about the whole ordeal, but sick with himself for what he did to one of the most important people in his life.

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lolol

Let’s get one thing straight

I like this white man and him alone

Maybe this one as well

Probably should add this one to the list

Okay, okay. Last one (even if he’s half Caucasian)

Or maybe if I just add

But let’s not forget the first one

That is all……. For now

Ladies, what is wrong with us?

We had so many choices 

And we chose this one!

WE ARE AMAZING!

oooooofff 😭

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Amare (Eros p.t 16)

Billy Hargrove x Reader, Jonathan Byers x Reader (Unrequited) 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

Word Count: 4386

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, TRUE LOVE BITCHES

Author’s Note: We’ve come to the end of Eros my lovelies. This has been a wild ride, I never expected to make Eros into a series, it was a one parter I posted off handedly when the story I was going to originally post turned out to need so much editing that it wasn’t worth fixing. I am so happy with the end result and while looking back I would’ve done things differently (planning the whole thing for one), I don’t regret any part of this series, I even love the stupid plot holes. So from the bottom of my heart, whether you’ve been here from part one or you just found this now, thank you for reading. You all have made my heart soar infinitely higher with every reblog, like, and comment. Thank you.

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You didn’t actually chicken out of talking to him, no matter what anyone said. Your grandmother called you that night and invited you to come visit her before Christmas. So you went to Chicago on your own for the first time, taking the train into the city, and stayed with her for a whole week just before Christmas break. It was lovely-for the first time in over a year you were able to breathe fully. You didn’t have to worry about your grandmother the way you did your mother; you could simply be a teenager.

Your grandmother seemed to know this and made sure that she indulged your whims without judgement or annoyance. She made sure that you saw the city in its fullest and took in the sights. You went to museums and every other tourist trap the city had to offer, it was a wonderful trip. Wonderful and far away from all your problems. You never called Billy-there just wasn’t enough time between your grandmother’s call and the train’s departure. You hadn’t even had time to call Stacy and get her to pick up your assignments, much less anyone else.

And you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t nice to be away from your problems for a week. Nobody knew where you were and nobody could bother you. You spent the whole time in utter peace and tranquility. But you had to return home and, due completely to good planning; you left on the train on Christmas Eve. The ride was serene-sure, the train was crowded and loud and there was a screaming baby two seat away from you and an elderly man with a gnarly cough hacking up a lung the whole trip- but the soft snow drifting down made the whole place seem like a winter wonderland instead of the dreary towns you’d known your whole life. The trip took a good portion of the day, but you didn’t mind, you knew you’d be going home to nothing. Your father had decided to drive your mother to her sister Martha’s house and they wouldn’t be home till late that night. You’d be arriving home to an empty house.

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Younger version of Jughead and Archie has me in tears😂😭😂