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Bruised Knuckles

This is a lot of smutty smut in honor of @sippingchai‘s birthday! NSFW 18+. Hope you enjoy :-)

           The sheets on his side of the bed were cold, but his scent still lingered, letting me know that he had made it to bed for at least a few hours the night before. I stretched languidly, letting the soft Egyptian cotton stroke my skin, making me shiver. I bit my lip, my nipples pebbling under my top as I pressed my thighs together tightly, trying to relieve the ache that had been plaguing me for three weeks. I’d hoped Shawn would be there when I woke up to quench my insatiable desires, but again I was alone.

           I sighed, lazily getting out of bed and making my way into the bathroom. After putting in my contact lenses and brushing my teeth, I made my way down to the kitchen, craving caffeine. I popped the cup into the Keurig, noticing out of the corner of my eye that the basement door was ajar. Abandoning my mug on the granite countertop, I padded my way down the wooden staircase, hearing the punching bag being hit in the gym. I walked past the home theater and Shawn’s empty studio, standing in the doorway of our gym.

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A Very *Green* Christmas..

Blogmas Extras

*Hints of Smut

Had Harry known Y/N’s ex would be attending her Christmas party, Harry wouldn’t have left the confines of his bed(or offered his place). And when he sees the bloke practically leading her under the mistletoe, the 5 shots he downs do little to nothing to get the image out of his head.


A Very Green Christmas

•Written by myself


You had to be fucking kidding him.

Y/N and her ex had dated for about a year before finally calling it quits. They had ended their long relationship on a mutual note - Harry knew that much.

What he didn’t know though -and he’s been itching to ask why- was that she had invited him to her Christmas party.

Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t mind her being friends with her exes. Doesn’t think he can really say much about it considering he himself’s on good terms with some of the women he’s dated. And he’s never really been a jealous person, not to the point where he’s practically staring daggers at the bloke and downing shot after shot to find some sort of restrain from marching right over to him and politely asking him to leave. Because even though he’s not completely comfortable with having him in the same room as his Y/N, Harry wouldn’t dare make a scene, not in front of her friends and definitely not if it would embarrass her.

But this is Y/N. His Y/N, and no one but Harry should be looking at his Y/N the way the man standing across the room is. He feels his grip tighten around the beer bottle in his hand at the sight of the bloke laughing at whatever she’s saying, and Harry’s really regretting having told her that she could go over and talk to him, that it wouldn’t be a big deal and he’d be standing in the same spot waiting for her. She had assured him she’d be back in a moment, but 5 minutes has been too long for his liking.

After what seems like an eternity, she glances over at Harry, and the way his eyes narrow and his forehead creases don’t go unnoticed. She smiles at him, and that seems to break his trance because his face brightens and the corners of his lip pull up slightly to smile back at her.

It’s then that she excuses herself and makes her way back over to her boyfriend.

“If looks could kill,” she teases, digging her elbow into the side of his rib.

“Wha’ do ye’ mean?” He tries to play it off coolly, making it a point to hang an arm over her shoulder, pulling her close to him and kissing her temple.

“I didn’t invite him,” she offers, taking a sip from the glass of wine she’s holding by the stem.

She feels his fingertips move on her arm, ghosting over her skin.

“I know.” He whispers, allowing her to rest her head against his arm.

He doesn’t find the need to ask who had. She said it wasn’t her, and that’s all he needs.

They stay like that for a while, Y/N’s arm finding its away around his torso at one point and hooking her thumb through his jean’s loop as she sipped from her wine glass.

Eventually, she excuses herself with a peck to his lips, and he watches, yet again, as she engages with the guests.

Every now and then she’ll look over his way, where his back leans against the wall  as he watches people come and go.

A couple of her friend’s approach him, making small conversation and asking him if he’s settled in completely. But Harry can’t seem to focus much on what they’re saying, his eyes and attention watching carefully at how Y/N’s being carefully led to the entryway of the kitchen by the arm.

All Harry can think of is the mistletoe he’d kissed Y/N under earlier in the night when he was helping her set everything up. The mistletoe placed strategically right above the same entryway her ex seems to be dragging her towards.

He finds himself pushing his body off the wall, his feet taking him in long strides. He reaches the pair in a matter of seconds, just before the damn bloke oh so casually tilts his head to look up at the decorative ornament, a smirk on his stupid face.

“Runnin’ outta ice, love,” Harry’s voice is deep, strict, and he pays no mind to Y/N’s ex or the glare he gives him when Harry grabs Y/N by the arm and practically drags her into the kitchen, closing the door behind him.

“He seems t’be gettin’ too cozy with ye’,” Harry accuses, a hand at his hip.

Y/N doesn’t like the look Harry’s giving her. His once bright emerald eyes have gone a dark shade of green. His jawline is clenched, eyebrows knitted together, and nostrils flaring.

“What do you mean to say with that?”

He rolls his eyes and gives her a harsh laugh. He tilts his head up and rubs his face with his hands before continuing.

“Ye’ really don’ know wha’ m’gettin’ at, love?” He’s glaring at her again, this time broadening his shoulders to appear tougher.

“I don’t, love.” She’s sure Harry will pick up on the sarcasm at the word.

Harry throws his arms up in annoyance, ”fuckin’ prick was bleedin’ leadin’ ye’ t’the damn mistletoe.”

Y/N narrows her eyes at him, slamming the fragile glass on the counter.

“And what?” She asks, anger building up, “you thought I was gonna let him kiss me?”

Harry laughs again, his head bowing down to look at the tile floor.

“No Harry.” The tone in her voice becomes harsh, and she raises her volume just enough to get his attention.

He doesn’t loosen up though, instead, he crosses his arms over his chest.

“What? You thought you better drag me away before I go and let him kiss me?”

“Yeh didn’t see how he was lookin’ at yeh.” He says through gritted teeth, his body language not changing any.

Y/N laughs bitterly, “and that gives you the right to go and practically assume I would let him do anything just because we were under the mistletoe?”

“I wasn’t-“

“No!” She doesn’t know whether to be offended or mad anymore. “You drag me away and accuse me-“

Harry’s facial expression lightens up slightly as he reaches out for her, “-I didn’t-“

“Well you might as well have,” she exclaims.

“He was fuckin’ undressin’ ye’ with his eyes, I bet.” This comes out louder than intended, and takes both of them by surprise.

Y/N huffs out in annoyance, waving him off, “you know what Harry? Just stay here and calm down, okay. I’ve got a room full of guests I need to-“

Harry doesn’t know if it’s her diminishing the situation or him just being really jealous, but something has him grabbing her by the waist just before she’s able to push the kitchen door open.

“Harry.” She yelps both in surprise and annoyance. Could he really think he can charm his way out of this one?

He pulls her into the laundry room located just under the stairs that leads from the kitchen to the upstairs bedrooms, slamming the door in the process and pushing her up against the wall.

“Quiet, pet,” he whispers in her ear, palms pressed against the wall at either side of her head.

He dips down and noses at her neck, his hot breath fanning over the skin and breaking goosebumps all around.

Y/N’s voice hitches when she feels Harry nudge his knee in between her legs, his bulge gently pressing against her thigh.

“Can’t have anyone else lookin’ at m’girl.” He purrs, lips pressing against the dip of her shoulder as he presses harder against her thigh.

“Harry,” she lets her head fall back onto the wall, her hands moving up to his chest to clutch the fabric of his shirt.

“M’not havin’ it. You’re mine.”

He’s sent her into daze, his eyes staring intensely into hers after his lips disconnect from her neck. His hands skillfully massage their way from her shoulders, to her arms, and down the side of her body until they’ve wrapped their way around her bum.

His request is silent, a light squeeze to her bum and she’s jumping up to wrap her legs around his waist.

“Harry,” the moan of his gets caught at the back of her throat when he ruts up, his erection grinding harshly against her core in hope of relief - though he’s not really planning on getting any at the moment.

He kisses at her neck hungrily, nipping and tugging at the skin with his lips, tongue lapping over where he knows he’s sure he’ll leave a red mark to offer her some relief.

Her hands tangle in his tousled hair, gripping at the roots and pulling enough to have Harry moaning and grinding harder.

She’s flustered, slowly getting worked up and she just wishes he would take his damn jeans off, but she knows. By the looks and his tone, his plan isn’t to send them into ecstasy, but rather to work her up.

He’s working against her, one hand on her bum and the other at her hip. Lips still attached to her neck.

She indulges in the sound of his grunts, and the feeling of his warm large hand squeezing her hip, something she knows he’s doing to make sure he’s keeping control of himself, and not giving in.

A particular grind and roll of his hips sends her eyes rolling back and her mouth opening around soundless words.

“H-“ she manages to whisper.

But he’s not letting loose. He’s looking at her blissfully as he keeps pumping his hips forward, the friction of his jean clad thighs warming hers ever more.

“Don’ wanna see yeh near him.” His voice if gruff, but gentle in her ear. A warning she knows she can’t ignore.

“Please, just-” she’s breathless, on the verge of unraveling and he knows it. The way she’s gripping at his hair says it all, fingers digging into the nape of his neck as she inches closer to release.

“S’not what I wanna hear, love,” his lips ghost over hers, knowing full well how much of a tease he’s being, “tell me wha’ I need t’ hear.”

He halts his movements abruptly, staring at how she tries to regain enough control so she can give him the response he wants.

“I won’t,” it’s a helpless cry, a plead for Harry to do something about this situation and not just leave her hot and bothered, “won’t talk t’him. Promise. I’m yours.” She lets out a breath of relief, finally able to see straight only to feel Harry loosen his grip on her.

He lets her left leg fall from around him while he keeps a gentle grip under her right thigh.

“Good girl,” he whispers, rutting against her aching center one last time and leaning down to press his lips to her red bitten ones before letting her second leg fall.


Cheater Cheater

gifs are not mine

Pairing: Dean x Reader (also a little friendly Sam x Reader)

Word Count: 1,483

Warnings: Cheating, angst, hurt/comfort

A/N: This wasn’t requested by I had the urge to write this. Also thanks to the two friends who read it when I was unsure of it. I hope you guys like this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

It wasn’t easy dating Dean Winchester.  You always worried whether he was looking back at the women that ogled at him twenty-four seven.  Every time you looked up, you would see another woman looking at Dean.  You knew the women who looked at Dean were more confident, and in your eyes, more attractive than you were.

You noticed that Dean was flirting with the female bartender, who seemed just as interested.  A knot formed in your stomach as you approached the bar.  You sat down next to Dean, getting a glare from the female bartender.

“Babe, we’re ready to go,” you said, taking the keys from his hand.  “I think I’ll be driving tonight.”

“How about I drive you home,” the bartender offered.  “I get off in a little bit.”

“That’s not necessary,” you replied flatly.  “He’s taken anyway.”  You grabbed Dean, pulling him towards the door.  Once you were outside, you tapped Dean’s arm lightly.  “What the hell was that?”

“I was getting free drinks,” Dean shrugged.  “More money in our pockets.”

Sam could see the hurt and frustration in your expression.  Something he had seen more of lately.  He didn’t want to get involved, but he didn’t want you and Dean to make a scene either.

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Jealous Part 1

Liam x Reader, Theo x Reader

Requested: No

Summary: In which Liam Dunbar and Y/n McCall hate each other so much, that they fall in love with one another, well, with the help of Theo Raeken.

Warning: Swearing, love triangles, death

Notes: This story will be in plenty of parts, like about maximum 20 parts ish

“Why do you have to be such a b*tch sometimes?”

“Me? You know what? We’re over. I don’t need someone like you to be in my life.” He said before walking out. He was your very first boyfriend. A few tears slid down your face but you quickly wiped them away before walking back into the hallway. You ignored the stares everyone gave you and continued walking towards the exit. Until Liam stepped in front of you.

“Oh look, it’s you. What’s wrong? Did someone make you cry?”

“F*ck off Dunbar.”

“I’m guessing you’ll be running back to your boyfriend like the crybaby you are.” A tear slid down your cheek. You ignored his insult and ran out of the school. Liam didn’t stop you for once.

Liam watched you as you ran out of school. His heart felt weird watching you cry. His brain felt weird because you didn’t insult him back. Ever since the two of you met, you’ve been insulting and teasing each other. You couldn’t exactly call it hate, it was more like being frenemies. Unfortunately, Scott hated the fact that his beta and his sister dislike each other, so he constantly puts them together when there were any pack activities.

You ran out of the school, into the woods. You hear a rustle from behind you and you turn around to check. A coyote jumps out and transform into a human male. 

“What the hell? Theo, what do you want?” Theo chuckles.

“I’m not gonna kill you. Gosh, has Stiles gotten in your head?”

“Um well you seem like the guy who would come out of no where, kidnap me and then do things to me.” Theo chuckles again.

“No I’m not, stop assuming things Y/n. I’m only back at Beacon Hills because I want to be apart of the pack. What are you doing here?” He says. 


“Aren’t you suppose to be in school?”

“Aren’t you?’

“Gosh, just tell me what’s wrong. It isn’t like you to be walking around alone like that. Aren’t you afraid Scott’s gonna be mad at you? There’s something wrong. I can smell it. You’re sad.”

“Theo thinks he knows me so well. Why should I trust you?”

“Because we were best friends before I left. You grew up gorgeous and I want a friend.” You laugh.

“Haha, you have no friends.” Theo glares at you. “Okay fine. Me and my very first boyfriend broke up.” Theo’s face softens.

“Are you okay?” You faintly smile and nod. Unfortunately, Theo can tell that you were lying because he could smell all the sadness coming from you. And he does something he never really does to anyone.

He hugs you.

After that hug, he walked with you around the woods a little more, talking about when you were younger. The two of you reached his truck. Theo offered to drive you home and you accepted it. When you made it home, you were greeted by an angry Scott.

“Where have you been? Liam said you skipped school!” You glance at Liam. He was smirking.

“God, Scotty, do you think I skipped school to party? My boyfriend just broke up with me so I needed some time alone.” Scott’s face softened a bit. From the corner of your eye, you see Liam frown for a slight second before smirking again.

“That son of a b*tch better run away because he messed with the wrong person.” Scott says, eyes glowing red.

“Relax bro. I’m better now, Theo cheered me up.” Scott, Liam and Stiles’ faces dropped. It was silent for a few minutes before someone spoke up.


“Ow, Stiles, you don’t have to-”

“You all know I can hear you, right?” Theo asks from behind me. 

“Did we ask you to talk?” Stiles shoots him a glare. Theo shrugs. 

“Since I don’t feel welcomed here, I’m going to go. Night princess, see you tomorrow.” Theo kissed you on the cheek before leaving. You wave goodbye to him. When you look back, Stiles’ jaw has dropped.

“Stiles, sweetie, close your mouth, you don’t wanna eat flies.” You say smirking. He closes his mouth 

“Hey don’t insult and tease me, go do that to Liam.” You all look at Liam, who has his jaw clenched. Scott’s face scrunches up.

“Holy sh*t, Liam. Why do you smell full of jealousy?” 

“W-what no. I’m not. It’s not jealousy. I have n-no idea what you’re talking about.” Liam says before storming off, bumping into you forcefully. 

“Ow.” You mumble out. Scott then kicks Stiles out and the two of us head to do what we need to do before heading to sleep.

“So princess, what are you doing in this hallway at this time?” Theo asks, strolling towards you.

“Oh hey T. I was just studying, I finished everything in class so I asked the teacher if I could study outside for my next class.” Theo sits next to you.

“Wait what are you doing here? Skipping class as usual?” he chuckles.

“Y/n, you gotta stop thinking of me as a bad kid. I asked to go to the washroom.”

“Then what are you doing here? Isn’t your class like on the other side of school?”

“Shhh.” Theo puts his finger on your lips. You smile before turning back to your work.

“What class do you have next that requires so much gibberish?” You look up from your notes and frown.

“This is chemistry.” 

“Who do you have it with?”


“Just him?” You nod and take out your water bottle.

“Wow, you have chemistry with Liam.” You nearly choke. 

“W-what?” He laughs at your reaction.

“Babe, i’m only talking about the class.” He shifts his gaze to down the hall. 

“Speaking of chemistry, there’s your friend.” He points the thing he was looking at. You turn to see Liam.

“Liam, what are you doing here? Are you skipping class?”

“I finished the history work so I went out to see if you wanted to study together.”

“Yea sure.” You say.

“Wait you guys have history AND chemistry together? Damn, must have a complicated relationship.” You punch him lightly on the shoulder.

“Shut up.” Your turn your attention back to Liam. 

“Baby, can I hug you?” Theo whispers. Before you could answer, strong arms wrapped around your waist. 

A strong stench of jealousy was smelled by Theo. He knew someone was jealous. And that someone was Liam Dunbar. Boy, did Theo have a game to play.

Liam growls at your position, eyes turning amber. You take a quick look at him and widen your eyes at the sight of amber eyes. You push Theo off you.

“Liam.” You say. You get up grabbing his wrist and headed towards the exit.

“You gotta control yourself, Li. You can’t let people see that you’re a werewolf.” Liam looked up with his amber eyes at you and the amber color faded. 

“Come on Li, control yourself. You won’t have me to stop you everyday.” You say, smirking. Liam slightly blushed at the nickname you called him. 

“Well, I don’t need you to stop me anymore.” He counters.

“Fine whatever, let’s get back to school Li.” You grab his wrist again, dragging him inside school, to the same spot you were at a few moments ago.

“Why are you calling me that?” Liam asks as you pulled him. You abruptly stop to think about his question causing him to hit your back, making you tumble.

“Oh shit.” Liam mumbles, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards him to keep you from tumbling on the ground. You fall into his chest, breathing in his cologne. You blush a deep red.

“Thanks.” You mumble out.

“Are you gonna answer?” You open your mouth to say something but the bell rings and people were pouring out into the hallway. Theo appears out of nowhere, holding both of your stuff.

“Here guys. Go have fun in chemistry.” Theo smirks and pushes you into the crowd. It seemed as if there were more people that before and you grabbed hold of Liam’s hand, afraid of getting run over by people. He looks at your intertwined hands for a second before continuing. Suddenly the crowd makes a way for the two of you. Liam tries to let go, but you hold on tightly. The people around you stared at your intertwined hands and mumbled things like ‘since when were they together’, ‘I thought they hated each other’ and ‘she’s way out of his league.’  You tighten your hold on Liam and he tenses up, sensing something wrong.

“Just in case you don’t know this, but she’s Scott McCall’s sister, so you mess with her, you mess with him.” Liam shouts to the people. Knowing that, everyone looks away. They knew who Scott was.

The two of you make it to class to realize that everybody is standing up. 

“Mason, what’s going on?’ Liam whispers to Mason, unaware that he was still holding your hand.

“New seating plan.” He whispers back. The teacher walks in.

“Okay class, before we do the test, we will be having a new seating plan. Your names are on your desk so once you find your name, you will be sitting there for a while. The person sitting beside you will be you new science partner. Your test is already on the desk but I will give you five minutes for you to introduce yourself to your new partner.” The teacher gestures everyone to move. Liam finally lets go of your hand. Your hand suddenly feels cold without his but you shake it off. You head off to find your seat and became disappointed when you found your seat and it wasn’t Liam sitting next to it. 

Scott had convinced your mom to get Liam and you to work together in everything, even though you insulted and teased each other. You guys were very different but when it came to group projects, you two worked very well together. (a/n #why by Sabrina carpenter) However, it didn’t seem like that to the chemistry teacher.

Sadly, you sat down as Corey sat beside you.

“Hey y/n. I guess I’m your partner.” He smiles. You smile back. He looks down to his desk.

“You wanted to be with Mason, didn’t you?” You whispered. He looked at you 

“Yeah, did you want to be with Liam?” He asks, while looking at Mason. You take a look at where Liam is sitting.

Beside Hayden Romero. Great.

“I guess.” You shrug before turning your attention on the test.

After you finished the test, you still had 30 minutes of class. You literally had nothing to do. Both Liam and Hayden were finished as well and they were whispering. Hayden puts her hand on his thigh and you tense at the sight. Liam looks at you and smirks. You quickly look away before he does something else to anger you. But you can’t help but feel jealous.

Meanwhile, Liam was feeling sad about not being able to sit with you, but talking to Hayden made him feel a bit better, even though she made fun of him. Hayden’s hand was on his thigh for some reason unknown. The sudden smell of jealousy filled the room and Liam looked for the source. You. And he smirks.

School days kept repeating the same way over and over again. You continued to tease Liam, vise versa, While Theo continued to flirt with you to make someone jealous. Through all that repetition, you three still have not realized your feelings for each other.

Theo was slowly falling in love with you

You were slowly falling in love with Liam

Liam was slowly falling in love with you.

Nobody knew Theo worked for the Dread Doctors and how he was setting everything up to kill Scott. Part of his plan did not include falling in love with you again. So he kept it a secret. But the Dread Doctors knew. And they did something to you.

“Y/n McCall.” One of the doctors say as they walked to where you were tied up. You were kidnapped by them when you took a walk around the block. You groan as you awaken. A device is attached to your arm with a thick tube running into your skin.

“Y/n McCall, terminated.” They say repeatedly. You were too tired to scream and shout. Moments later, one of the doctors walked towards you, holding a needle. Just as they were about to inject you, Theo walks in and widens his eyes at the sight.

“What are you doing??” He runs to try to save you but is easily pushed back. The Dread Doctors injected the needle into your neck.


That was the last thing you heard before your heart stopped beating

When your heart stopped beating, the doctors untied you and you fell to the floor. Theo ran up to you and held you in his arms.

“What did you do to her?!??” He screams at them. Tears fall down his face.

“She was a distraction.” They say before walking away. 

Holding you in his arms, Theo realizes his feelings. He has fallen in love with you. And he didn’t have the chance to say it. He loves you.

”God, Y/n, I f*cking love you.” Theo mumbles out at your dead body and kisses you on the forehead one last time before getting ready for tomorrow, the big day.

You were dead, but nobody knows about it

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Two Ghosts

Originally posted by marorra

Read “Ever Since New York” first

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: The final part in which Archie tries to reunite Jughead and (Y/N).

Warnings: none

Word count: 3,257

A/N: IT’S DONE!! hooooly crap this was a roller coaster, I’m so glad you guys stuck with me. Prepare to cry and yell and scream and be happy and sad, hope you enjoy!!!!

Same lips red, same eyes blue
Same white shirt, couple more tattoos
But it’s not you and it’s not me

When snow began to coat the ground in Riverdale, Jughead could feel (Y/N) slipping farther away into his memories.

It had been four months since they boarded their separate planes and returned home from their internship in New York.  Within those four months, Jughead began his senior year, lost touch with (Y/N), and rose to the top of his classes using his newfound writing knowledge.  Hell, if Betty Cooper wasn’t in his class, Jughead would’ve thought he could have a chance at getting valedictorian.

He didn’t mean to lose touch with (Y/N).  It happened gradually: in the beginning, they texted nonstop.  But then schoolwork started piling up on both ends, and both Jughead and (Y/N) grew too busy to bother an attempt at maintaining a relationship.

Technically, they never formally broke up.  If he wanted, Jughead could still claim that he had a girlfriend.

“You could still call her, bro,” Archie advised him one night at Pop’s.  “I’m sure she’d pick up.”

“It’s not that simple, Archie,” Jughead countered, staring at the snowfall outside the window.  “I can’t just call her after two months of dead silence and expect things to return to how they were.”

“Then don’t expect it,” he offered.  “Start over.”

“Archie, what I had with (Y/N) was something special.”  He tore his eyes away from the window and looked at Archie, emphasizing every word.  “I can’t just start it over.  I can’t just walk up to her and reintroduce myself as a new person or try to start this relationship from scratch.  Hell, I can’t even walk up to her because she lives hundreds of miles away from Riverdale.”

“Listen, Jug.  All I’m saying is that if you never contact her, you’re gonna regret it.  That choice is going to weigh you down for the rest of your life, and if you don’t at least get some closure with (Y/N), you’re gonna compare every other girl you’ll ever be with to her.”

Tastes so sweet, looks so real
Sounds like something that I used to feel
But I can’t touch what I see

Maybe once the sun escaped the thick winter clouds Jughead would be able to rebuild his relationship with (Y/N).  Or maybe in time, he would learn to get over her, even without closure.

He knew, as soon as he told her he loved her, that it wouldn’t work.  He had played rom-coms like that at the Twilight Drive-In plenty of times; he knew that it doesn’t end well.  In order for him to have a happy ending with (Y/N), he’d have to fly out to find her and confess his love.  But Jughead did not have the time nor the money to be able to do that.  

Maybe he could accept a life without (Y/N).  A life without her smile burning in the back of his mind, a life without him constantly replaying every moment he ever shared with her in his head.  It was suffocating.

The worst part was when she infiltrated his dreams.

She was always there, every night.  Whether it just be a bystander to different events or the main focus, her face was always there.  The worst part was waking up and finding that she wasn’t sleeping next to him.  She wasn’t sleeping in the room next door, and she wasn’t even sleeping in the same city as him.

It wasn’t just the memories that plagued him; it was the thought of what could have been.  Maybe if they stayed in New York, maybe if he went with her, maybe if she went with him.  Maybe if he had a different counterpart, maybe if he had never gotten accepted for the internship program, maybe if he never even tried.  

Maybe if he had never met here.

But then these doubts led to memories of (Y/N) telling him to not regret anything that happened.  As he reminisced, he’d smile at how well she knew him.  She was expecting him to do this to himself.

We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

“Archie, are you sure we should do this?” Betty questioned as she, Archie, and Veronica huddled together at a booth in Pop’s.  “I mean, Jughead would be pissed if he found out we did this behind his back.”

“Yeah, Arch, do you know what you’re doing?” Veronica took Betty’s side.  “If he finds out-”

“The only way Jughead would find out is if this works,” Archie argued, clutching his phone tightly. “And when he does find out, he’ll be so happy that he’ll forget to be mad at us.”

“Of course he’ll be happy, but this is his problem to deal with,” Betty pointed out.

Archie sighed, “He’s not dealing with it, though, that’s the problem.  And that’s why we’re calling her.”  

Betty and Veronica sighed, and Archie took that as a sign of compliance.  He picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts, searching for one that he recently added.  When he found it, he tapped it and held his phone against his ear.

“Hello?” a voice sounded from the other side of the call.

“Hi, I’m Archie Andrews. Is this (Y/N)?”


There was a moment of silence where Archie expected her to keep talking.  When she didn’t, Archie began to tell her his plan: “Listen, (Y/N), I know you and Jughead haven’t spoken lately.”

(Y/N) scoffed.

“But Veronica and Betty and I are worried about him,” he continued, “and we think the only solution is if he sees you again, or at least if you two start talking to each other.”

“Archie,” she sighed, “it’s not that simple.  I’m busy, he’s busy, and we just don’t have time for each other right now.  We have a mutual understanding of that.”

“Yes, I know, he’s told me that too.  But I haven’t seen him this miserable since his dad was arrested, and I bet that you’re miserable over there too.”

“Okay I’ll admit it, I miss him, but we’re both slammed with academics, and it’s hard to just pick up where we left off.”

“It’s funny,” Archie dryly laughed, “Jughead said the same thing.”

“Great minds think alike. Look, Archie, it was really sweet of you to do this for Jughead, but this is just a matter of time.  Either he’ll get over me, or one day we’ll meet again. You’re just gonna have to let it play out.”  Without allowing Archie to reply, (Y/N) hung up.

The fridge light washes this room white
Moon dances over your good side
This was all we used to need

“I don’t want to say I told you so,” Betty said as soon as Archie lowered his phone with a defeated expression, “but I told you so.”

“What exactly did (Y/N) say?” Veronica inquired.

Archie sighed, “She basically repeated what Jughead said.  She told me that they were both too busy to keep in touch and that they’ll either get over each other or meet up again one day.”

“Isn’t that a good thing, though?” Betty questioned.  “I mean, at least they have a mutual understanding.  At least (Y/N) isn’t sitting at home crying because Jughead is ignoring her.”

“But they’re both miserable!” he protested.  “I could hear how upset (Y/N) was, and we’ve all seen how Jughead is doing.  They need each other.”

“You don’t want to push them, Archiekins,” Veronica warned him.  “You know how Jughead gets when you ask him about (Y/N) too much, and I’m sure she’s the same way.”

“She did hang up on me.”

“Exactly.  Look, they love each other.  They both know that, and I’m sure they’ve both had their own struggles in deciding whether or not to wait for each other.  There’s a lot of trust on both ends of their relationship. I have faith in them, and you should too.”

Tongue-tied like we’ve never known
Telling those stories we already told
‘Cause we don’t say what we really mean

Archie wanted to believe in his best friend, but he didn’t want to leave Jughead’s happiness in the hands of fate.  Jughead’s life had went wrong one too many times, and Archie didn’t want him to have to suffer with another heartbreak because of his refusal to speak to (Y/N).

A week later, he decided to call (Y/N) again.

“Archie, you need to leave this alone,” she scolded him as soon as she answered the phone.

Archie groaned, “You’re both being stubborn.”

“We’re both busy,” she corrected him, rolling her eyes.

“It doesn’t take up that much time to just send a text every once in a while.”

“That’s like dangling a bone in front of a puppy,” (Y/N) snapped, but Archie could detect traces of sadness in her statement.  She sighed and calmed herself down.  “Of course I want to talk to Jughead, but I don’t want to have to wait hours upon hours for a reply from him.  It’s cruel for us to do that to ourselves and each other.  We just have to wait.”

“And you’re willing to remain miserable for your indefinite period of waiting?” Archie demanded.


Archie went silent, and (Y/N) thought she had finally convinced him to leave her and Jughead’s situation alone.  But after a minute, he spoke up again:

“Come to Riverdale.”

“Excuse me?”  She glanced at her phone as if to question it if she heard him correctly.  “Have you not been listening to me?  I don’t even have time to maintain a conversation with Jughead.  How do you think I’d find the time to fly up to Riverdale?”

“Listen, spring break is coming up in three months.  We’ll have a week off, so you could fly in then.”

“Archie, I’m completely broke.”

“I’ll help you pay for your ticket,” he offered.  “And I’m sure Betty and Veronica would love to help out, too.  Plus I bet Ronnie would let you stay with her, so you wouldn’t have to bother with searching for a hotel.”


“I’m not asking you to make a decision now.  I’m just asking if you could think about it.  Please, for Jughead.”

(Y/N) breathed out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding in, and Archie felt his heart clench in anticipation of her decision.  Finally, after a moment of contemplation, she spoke up.

“I’ll consider it.”

We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me

“You convinced her to come to Riverdale?” Veronica questioned the next day as she, Betty, Archie, and Kevin sat at lunch.  Jughead was in the library working on an essay.

“Well she hasn’t decided yet,” Archie admitted, “but she said she’d consider it.”

“How did you get her to even consider it?” Betty inquired.  “I mean, from what you told us last week, it sounded like she was determined to wait it out.”

“I told her that I’d help pay for her ticket,” he explained, shrugging.  “And I was hoping maybe you guys would too?”  

Betty, Veronica, and Kevin all feverishly nodded.

“Of course we’ll pitch in!” Kevin exclaimed.  “Anything to help those two achieve endgame.”

“And Ronnie,” he turned to Veronica, “would she be able to stay at your place?  I think if she had a guaranteed, nice place to stay she’d be more likely to agree.”

“Yeah, she’s welcome to stay with me,” Veronica smiled.  “I’m really glad you’re doing this for Jughead, Archiekins.  I’m sure he’ll be ecstatic to hear that she’s coming.”

“That’s the thing…” he trailed off, causing the rest of the table to lean forwards.  “I don’t think we should tell Jughead.”

“Obviously we won’t tell him right now,” Betty shrugged nonchalantly, “but once it’s guaranteed, we should tell him.”  Archie awkwardly shifted in his seat, and Betty’s face twisted into an expression of confusion.  “You don’t want to tell him at all?”

“I feel like he’ll get mad,” Archie defended himself.  “Plus it’ll be a nice surprise for him.”

The other three pursed their lips, but no one protested.

“Alright,” Veronica was the first to admit she succumbed to his reasoning.  “Alright, we won’t tell Jughead.”

We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

For a month, Archie would constantly check his phone, anticipating (Y/N)’s decision.  He switched between phases of confidence and doubt.

When he was confident, Archie convinced himself that there was no way that she could decline this offer. She loved Jughead, and deep down, she despised their decision to take a break.  The opportunity he presented her was too good to not take, and she’d have to be an idiot to decline.

On the other hand, there was a lot of doubt.  (Y/N) placed a lot of trust in Jughead, and maybe she thought that visiting Riverdale could deter that trust.  Or maybe by seeing Jughead, it was like dangling a bone in front of a puppy: just a week together to tease each other, and then they would be hundreds of miles apart again.  It would be just another painful goodbye, another heartbreak.

During those days of doubt, Archie almost considered calling (Y/N) and retracting his offer.

At the end of February, Archie’s phone rang.  He checked the caller ID to find that it was the response he had been waiting for.

“Hello?” he answered his phone after one ring.

“Hey, Archie,” (Y/N)’s voice greeted through the speaker.  “How’ve you been?”

“Fine,” he responded quickly.  “Listen, (Y/N), I really don’t want to deal with small talk.  Have you decided?”

(Y/N) sighed, and Archie felt his heart drop.  A sigh was never a good sign.  Sighing meant regret, and regret meant that she was declining his offer.

“I’ve decided, Archie, but after a lot of back and forth,” she explained, speaking slower than usual. “It should’ve been an easy decision, but… I don’t know, I guess I’ve been overcomplicating it.”

The conversation died, and Archie sat with his phone pressed against his ear, waiting to hear the final verdict.


“So I went with my gut,” she said.  “I went with what felt right, and not with what would be more logical.”

Archie held his breath, hoping, for Jughead’s sake, that she’d give him the answer he craved.

“I’ll come to Riverdale, Archie.”

We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me

Spring, unlike winter, was a time of renewal.  It was a time of getting rid of the old and starting anew.  The snow that coated the ground melted away, revealing perfectly green grass.  Old families grew with new additions, and nature seemed to completely revive itself.

Spring was a time of second chances.

Jughead, always the pessimist, particularly loathed spring that year.  He hated seeing the happy flowers, the bright sunshine, and the couples scattered around Riverdale.

The happiness and hope seemed to be teasing him, taunting him with something he could never have.

The beanie-clad boy sat in Pop’s booth, awaiting Archie’s arrival.  He had received a text from the redhead earlier that day instructing him to go to the diner at a specific time and sit at a specific booth.  Although he found the request odd, Jughead figured that Archie was just being silly.

Jughead was facing his lap, staring at his phone.  He didn’t look up when the bell on the door jingled, nor when someone sat across from him and grabbed a menu.

They sat together in silence for a few moments, Jughead’s attention still placed towards his phone and his companion flipping through the menu.  The quietness was broken when the person sitting across from Jughead set their menu down.

“You know, these burgers better be damn good,” the voice said, and Jughead’s head snapped up when he immediately recognized the voice, “because I’m gonna be here for a while.”


She grinned, and he recognized the same sparkle in her eyes that were there on the first day that he met her.  The day that changed everything.

“Hey, Jug.”

We’re not who we used to be
We don’t see what we used to see
We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

Her hair was longer. The bags under her eyes were darker. Her skin was slightly paler.

Change was unavoidable. Jughead knew that.

But the funny thing about change is that it comes in bits and pieces, and then, sometimes, it floods in all at once.  With Jughead and (Y/N), it was the opposite.

Their meeting was like the universe slamming two galaxies together, a change that shocked them to their core.

Falling in love was subtle like the autumn leaves breaking off from their branches and, one by one, descending towards the ground.

Departing was like ripping an atom apart—practically impossible and unimaginable.

But coming back together was another subtlety; it felt like returning to an incomplete puzzle.

They asked each other questions all night and throughout the rest of the week together, trying to finish the puzzle that they started in New York.

“What colleges have you applied to?” (Y/N) inquired, swinging her and Jughead’s hands back and forth.

Jughead grinned. “Well obviously, I had to apply to places with excellent writing programs.”

She laughed, “Obviously.”

“And I got accepted into two places: Northwestern University and New York University.”

“Juggie,” (Y/N) stopped in the middle of her tracks and grabbed Jughead’s other hand.  When he looked into her eyes, he noticed the tears building up in them.  “I got accepted into NYU, too.”

Without replying, Jughead dropped her hands and grabbed her face, pulling her towards him.  He pressed his lips against hers, and she immediately responded and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“We could go to college together,” Jughead whispered after they pulled apart, tears welling up in his eyes too.

(Y/N) rapidly nodded and repeated what he said, “We could go to college together.”

Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat
I’m just trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

Archie was shocked to see that Jughead was grinning after he dropped (Y/N) off at the airport.

“Didn’t you just say goodbye to (Y/N)?” he asked Jughead cautiously, wary to not disturb his apparent happiness.

Jughead’s grin only widened. “Yeah, I did.”

“And that’s not a bad thing?”

“No,” Jughead started walking, causing Archie to follow him, “it’s not.  See, last time we said goodbye, it was sad because we didn’t know if we’d ever see each other again.  But now I know I’ll see her again, and I know when I’ll see her.”  He stopped walking and turned to face Archie, and Archie realized he hadn’t seen Jughead so happy since he first met (Y/N). “We could go to college together, (Y/N) and me.  So I’m going to see her again really soon, and I can trust the universe with that because I love her, and she loves me.  And, like my dad told me, the universe cooperates better when you love someone.”

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anonymous asked:

Hey, so I saw that nice ask about saeran with a wounded cry baby mc, so how about mc getting a real (real) bad injury and being all "meh, its nothing" but baeran is freaking out? (Also, your writting is top quality, babe!)

A/N: Writing this because I’m so stressed out and frustrated today and I need to let all this steam out somehow. And thank you, anon! You’re so sweet! :)

Nothing registers fully in your head. Only that you’re swaying slowly from side to side like a slowing pendulum, and that your vision is starting to blur as the world around you tilts sideways.

Someone is shouting your name, but it’s like you’re underwater, and a voice is trying to reach you through the thick layer of water that you’re buried under.

There’s a sharp, terror-filled scream that cuts through the air, one that you don’t recognise, the moment your body hits the ground on your side. It only dawns on you that it belongs to you when you feel flames licking the walls of your throat a few seconds later.

And then – and only then – does the pain set in.

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You Just Left Me To Die! (Part 6)

Originally posted by the-boy-wow

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

Pairing: Jason Todd (Arkham Knight) x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^

Warnings: Swearing, blood and talks of wounds, smoking

Rating: Mature

A/N: GUYS! LOOK AT WHAT IS FINALLY DONE!!!! This is the last part! Guys thank you so much all the support and love! Honestly all of it means so much to me, it really keeps me going.

You could feel someone holding your hand, but it was faint and far off. Breathing was hard, your ribs screamed in protest each time you took a breath. As consciousness slowly came back to you it felt like the person holding your hand was shaking. When your hearing finally came back you heard crying. Your eyes jerked as you tried to open them. After almost ten minutes of working your eyes open, you finally opened them. The room you were in was dark, moonlight was streaming through the windows. “I’m sorry y/n, I’m so sorry.” It took you a second to register that it was Jason speaking to you.

“Baby…” you moaned quietly. There was silence, “Jason?” You move your head slowly to face him. His whole face is pained, his eyes were bright red and puffy. “Jason?” you try to get up but you become too light headed. “What happened Jason?” Softly, he pushed you back down on the bed. His hands softly rub your face and he kisses your forehead.

“I…” He pauses, his breath hitching and another sob raking through him. With shaky hands, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a puff. Slowly, you pulled yourself back up, slapping his hands when he tried to push you back down. You grabbed the cig out of his mouth and kissed his nose.

“These things will kill you.”

“Yeah, well so will a bullet to the heart but I walked away.” He snatched the cigarette out of your hands, placing it firmly back in his lips. You knew this was his was his way of calming down but it wasn’t healthy.

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Sweet Revenge

Anonymous said: “Can you please write an jackson wang imagine when I pull the I’m leaving you prank on him because he keeps pranking me Thank you”

I hope this was what you wanted! Thank you for the request <3 <3 </p>

Enough was enough. There was only so much you could take, and you had reached your limit. 

It was time for some sweet revenge. 

It had been funny when he rearranged everything in your kitchen cabinets so you couldn’t find anything, you had laughed when you had put your feet into your boots only to find them filled with water, you didn’t even get mad when you opened your bedroom door only to have a raw egg fall on your head. You weren’t phased when clingfilm was taped across the front door after a long day of work, and you forgave the time he replaced the hand soap with honey.

But as you pulled feathers from your hair, you knew this had to stop. By the time you realized that your favorite hat was full of them, it was too late. Feathers were everywhere, on the floor, in your hair, all over your clothes and some still floated around in the air.

You walked around your apartment, looking for ideas. You had never been one for pulling pranks, just watching them, and you didn’t know where to start. 

As you wandered into yours and Jackson’s shared bedroom, you noticed your suitcase sticking out slightly from the closet. Jackson must have bumped it that morning getting his clothes, and you made to put it away. That’s when the idea came to you, the ultimate prank that would put an end to this feathery, sticky, wasteful nonsense.

Now all you had to do was set it up and wait.

When Jackson walked through the front door several hours later, he wasn’t expecting to see you sitting on the couch waiting for him with a glare. He knew the moment he walked in that something was wrong. You didn’t great him with your usual kiss, didn’t ask how his day was, didn’t say anything for a full minute.

“Hey babe.” He said hesitantly. “Something wrong?” 

You looked up at him, and he noticed the glassy look in your eyes. “I don’t think this is going to work.”

He felt like the floor had been pulled out from under him, in an instant he felt like everything he had worked so hard for was gone. “Wh… What?” Surely you were talking about something else. You had to be. Maybe you meant that the trip the two of you had planned for next month wouldn’t work with your schedule?

“Us.” You clarified. “I don’t think we’re going to work. Who were we kidding anyway? This has to stop.”

You watched as Jackson dropped his bag, looking like he didn’t quite believe you. “Did something happen?” He asked, and his voice cracked slightly. “Babe, if I did something wrong, please just tell me, we can talk about this…” He walked over to where you were seated, sinking down on his knees in front of you. You could see tears welling in his eyes, and you felt a pang of guilt.

“It’s not that you did anything, we just… Jackson, we could never really work. Haven’t we been lying to ourselves for long enough?”

“I… No, you love me. I know you do.” There was a desperation in Jackson’s voice that made your heart feel like it was breaking, and seeing him cry made you cry too. You sniffed, telling yourself that you needed to stick with the plan. You stood, unable to look at Jackson anymore, and began walking over to the bedroom.

“If you’ll just talk to me, please, we can work this out. Is this about my parents? Your parents? People on the internet? Just ignore them, they don’t know us, they don’t know how much I lo–”

You turned around abruptly, facing Jackson almost nose-to-nose. “I’ve made up my mind, Jackson.” You opened the door, walking over to the bed where your suitcase sat.

“We’ll talk in the morning, it’ll be better then–” He stopped when he saw your suitcase, and his knees gave out. That was when you knew you couldn’t keep up the charade. 

You hurried over to his shaking form, kneeling down in front of him and putting your hand on his cheek. “Jackson, hey, look at me. Don’t cry, I’m sorry, it was a prank, I didn’t mean to make you so upset.” 

“It’s my fault, isn’t it? For being gone so much?” You realized he wasn’t even listening anymore, and leaned in for a kiss. He froze the moment he felt your lips on his, and looked reproachful when you pulled away.

“That’s not fair.” He whispered. “You can’t kiss me after dumping me.”

“Baby,” You said, feeling utterly horrible as you brushed a tear from his cheek with your thumb. “It was a prank, a joke, I didn’t mean it. I’m so sorry.”

“What?” His eyes were red, and he wiped his nose with his sleeve as he tried to understand. 

“I love you, I would never leave you.” You said, but he still didn’t look like he could believe you. “Look,” You said, standing to get the suitcase and bringing it back over to him. “It’s empty, see?” He watched as you opened it, and he took a deep shuddering breath.

“It was a prank?” He asked weekly, and you nodded. 

“Revenge for all the pranks you’ve been pulling on me. I think it might have gone a little too far, though.” Jackson sniffed loudly in response, pulling you close and burying his face in your neck. 

“I’m sorry.” You said again, and he let out a tired laugh.

“I guess I was asking for it.” There was a moment of silence between you before he spoke again. “So you’re really not leaving me?” 

“Never.” You said, and his grip on you tightened, as though he were afraid you might disappear if he let go.

“I think this was worse than feathers in your hat.” He pointed out, and you had to agree. “You know it’s my turn for revenge now, right?” 

You made a face, even though Jackson still couldn’t see it. “My plan was to get you to stop pranking me.” 

“You could have just asked.” You could tell from his voice that he was pouting, and you pulled away enough to peck him on the lips once again.

“I did.” You sighed. “And you responded with clingfilm across the door, remember?” 

He nodded slowly. “Oh, yeah.” He laughed, and you felt a wave of relief upon hearing it. “This was a pretty good prank, you know.” He said thoughtfully. “And you’re really good at acting, I even thought you were serious for a second there.”

“Oh really?” You snorted.

He nodded. “But your tears were totally fake, it was a dead giveaway.” 

You gasped dramatically, pretending to be hurt by the words. “I will have you know that those tears were one hundred percent authentic.”

He rolled his eyes, standing and pulling your to your feet at the same time. “Sure they were. Did you chop unions before I got here or something?”

You shook your head. “Nope, seeing you cry makes me cry.” He looked like he wanted to say something else, but then gave a slightly breathless laugh. 

“How am I supposed to be mad when you say stuff like that?” He complained as he tucked your hair behind your ear. You could tell that he wasn’t actually annoyed though, and decided that really, your plan had been a success.

Living with anger issues I can’t work on
  • I get angry at technology A LOT
  • When people tell me how to feel the only thing i feel is ANGER
  • I’m not gonna calm down because your voice is whispered and kind
  • i’m still angry
  • there are some days where i don’t want to here a single person’s voice.
  • if you try to tell me something you found on the internet i will get extremely impatient
  • i fucking hate when i’m being so unfair but i don’t know how to not be unfair
  • there are sometimes i really want to cry but i can’t because I’M ANGRY. 
  • I am a total ass to everyone and everything 
  • i’m a pacifist but even i wanna throw a bag of bricks at your face when you tell me how i’m supposed to react
Perfect Perfidy

ANGST JUMIN X READER. I pantsed this story pls forgive my sad trash soul.

You hop out of the cab and walk into the large apartment building after paying the driver, for some reason when you had texted Driver Kim to come pick you up he had responded with a text saying he had orders from Mr.Han and could not pick you up. You were confused since Jumin knew you were visiting your parents’ house and needed a ride but you dismissed it and called a cab, deciding to ask Jumin what had happened while you were gone.

You got into the elevator and scanned the penthouse access card, jabbing the highest level with your thumb, in a hurry to go home and meet Jumin after a long day and share a peaceful glass of wine with your love. The elevator door dinged and opened, serving as the front door of your shared penthouse. Instead of normally announcing your arrival like you normally would, you decided to give him a ‘surprise’ instead. You smirked as you walked in quietly after slipping off your black pumps and placing your handbag on the kitchen counter and walked towards his home study only to find the light wasn’t switched on. You furrowed your brows and walked to the main bedroom, you heard a faint groan as you neared the door and … panting?

You sped up in fear that Jumin was in pain and hurt but a light blush covered your face when the thought of him … relieving himself, crossed your mind. You slowly opened the door and your heart sunk as your hand flew up to stop the gasp that was about the escape from your mouth, you stood there silently, as if you were waiting for the scene before you to just disappear, hoping it was just a trick of your eyes but deep down you knew it was real and that you were torturing yourself as you watched, your soulmate, your lover, your husband, Jumin with another woman in the bed you two had previously shared together.

Your vision blurred as tears filled your eyes, you let out a choked sob on accident when you saw her roll her head back in bliss, the bliss that Jumin was giving her. They both snapped their heads toward you once you had made your presence known.

“Juju, who is she?” the woman under Jumin asked, however, her question was answered with silence.

You stared at Jumin and he stared back, however it was hard to specify his expression because of your crying which blurred everything out so you angrily wiped at your eyes with your sleeves and tried to calm yourself down before looking at him again. He looked shocked and guilty, his mouth hanging open and completely unaware that the girl he was screwing crawled out and was redressing herself, you let out a shaky sigh and closed the door and ran out of their like your life was on the line, because you knew, if he called you, you would break.

You paused for a moment as you looked at the ring on your finger, you scoffed and painfully yanked it off your finger and slammed it down on the kitchen counter, grabbing your handbag and slipping your shoes back on and running into the elevator without a second thought as to where you would go or how you would get there, you jabbed your thumb on the carpark button and watched as the doors closed just as you heard him scream your name.

As soon as the doors closed your legs felt like jelly but you didn’t let yourself collapse, you brought out your phone and texted Zen.

I’m coming over, sorry”

Instead of waiting for a reply you switched your phone off and tossed it in your bag, you didn’t want Seven tracking you and you didn’t want to be reminded of Jumin if he called or texted you. You knew you couldn’t go to your mothers as you had just visited and assured her everything was fine, you didn’t know where Seven lived, Jaehee was already stressed as is and Yoosung is still in college, much too young to worry about things like this. Besides Zen was a close friend and you trusted him with your life.

When the doors opened to the carpark you spotted Driver Kim and ran over to him banging harshly against his window, he jumped in fright but when he realised it was just you, he rolled the window down.

“I don’t give a flying fuck what Jumin ordered you to do, I need you to take me Zen’s apartment, now”

Driver Kim nodded and started up the car as you hopped in, grateful he ignored however kind of mess you looked like right now. As you sat there in silence you allowed yourself to cry after sliding the partition up, you wished you could forget what happened, what you saw, but your life revolved around him,  even this flaming car smelt like him.

Your throat seized up as you cried only allowing a loud gasp to pass through once in a while as your lungs burned for air, your eyes swollen from irritation of you repeatedly wiping them and your legs and fingers quivering the entire duration of the ride.

You were a mess.

You felt the car come to a halt and lowered to partition.

“Thank you for the ride and please, I beg you, do not under any circumstances, tell that fucker Jumin where I am" 

With that, you waved Driver Kim goodbye and stepped out of the car before watching him drive off. You turned around to walk into the building but you were already greeted with a soft hug with who you guessed was Zen. His tight embrace triggered your break down and you leaned against him, melting into his arms and nuzzling your face into his chest to muffle your cries. He stroked your hair silently as he rests his chin on top of your head for a couple of minutes before pulling away to look at you, you really wish he hadn’t.

"We should go inside babe, you can tell me all about it tomorrow ok? Did you eat?”

You nodded your head when in fact you haven’t eaten dinner yet, you had lunch at mums and left hers around 5 because you wanted to eat dinner with Jumin but you didn’t really feel hungry. As Zen led you inside, punching in the passcode for his door, you checked your wrist watch, it was almost 7 and you wanted nothing more than a hot shower and sleep.

You and Zen walked in and you were engulfed with warmth, his home smelt like Zen’s cologne, which wasn’t a surprise since he was the only one who lived here. You slipped your shoes off as Zen walked off and you put your bag down as he came back with a towel and a pile of clothes.

“You can borrow my clothes for now and the shower is just down the hall, I’ll sleep on the couch too” Zen instructed, you thanked him and walked into the bathroom, avoiding the mirror as you stripped down, putting your hair up into a bun and stepped into the shower. 

It felt weird to use another man’s body wash but you were too tired to care. You tried to wash away your painful feelings as much as you could until you noticed your pruned fingers, you shut off the water and dried yourself off, accidentally looking in the mirror, it was still slightly foggy but that couldn’t hide your swollen eyes and tired face, despite feeling fresh after a long shower. You sighed and put the clothes on, ditching the track pants because they were too big and Zen’s shirt was practically a dress which hid his soft boxers that you wore underneath.

You walked out of the bathroom as you took you hair out of its up-do and spotted Zen sitting on the couch drinking a can of beer and reading what looked like a script. A thought crossed your mind as you looked at his beer and are reminded of the clenching pain in your chest and anxious feeling in your stomach, you wanted to know what it felt like to drink your feelings away, find out if you really can forget the pain of today.

Zen had noticed your gaze on his drink as you were standing there for some time, at first when he saw you he had blushed, struggling to keep the beast at bay, but when he saw your face his own expressed one of concern. He got up and walked to the fridge grabbing a can of beer and handing it to you.

“Here have one, you’ll feel more at ease”

You grabbed the can after nodding your head in thanks and took a big gulp, the alcohol burned your throat but you liked it this time around, last time you had alcohol was with Jumin and you were drunk and reckless after three glasses of wine, after that fiasco he had banned you from any alcoholic beverages.

You sat down on the couch silently staring into nothing as Zen read his script, his company more comforting than small talk. The more you drank and the more you sat there in silence your mind began to wander, depressing thoughts filled your head as you tried to think of possible reasons why Jumin would do that to you, you knew that you were just a commoner and he was from a world of elites, the two of you were never meant to be, but you couldn’t figure out where you went wrong or when he started showing signs of malcontent.

You sighed as one drink turned into three and three turned into five, you were too tired to cry over this anymore, your eyes were sore and your throat felt scratchy and the alcohol wasn’t helping. You looked over at Zen as he read his script sometimes mouthing the words, his brows were scrunched up in concentration trying to memorise each word, you leant back as you watched him, he was a refreshing sight for you since he wasn’t an elite, you smiled as you felt your senses dim and the feeling of sleep cloak over you.

Zen checked the time on his phone ignoring all the calls and texts he had gotten from the RFA, it was nearing midnight. He looked over at you and found you asleep with your mouth hanging slightly open and smirked as an idea came to him, he opened the camera app on his phone and snapped a couple photos of you laughing as he did, as soon as he was done he picked you up and plopped you onto the bed.

“Jumin? Your hair looks kinda white”

Zen flicked his eyes back to you in surprise, you had grabbed his hand while half asleep thinking he was Jumin and pulled him into the bed with you.

“Can you sleep with me Jumin? You’re warm and I feel cold” you muttered.

Zens heart ached as you said his name again and sighed in frustration as he let you snuggle up to him, clinging to him like a koala would do to a tree. How did Mista trust find kid he manage to steal you away from him even in your sleep, his bed and his house? He scoffed before looking down at you, your face looked peaceful as you slept on his chest, a stark contrast from a couple hours earlier.

He turned on his side and draped an arm around your waist pulling you close, he knew this wasn’t the right thing to do when you were at your worst, it was obvious something major had happened, but he was going to ask you about it tomorrow and to his defence, you had confused him for Jumin, yanked him into the bed and clung to him like a lost child. Just this once he wanted to hold you close while he had the chance. 

He fell asleep holding you close, trying to shield you away from the horrors of the world even in his sleep.

Find part 2 here, part 3 here, part 4 here!, part 5 here!!!! Part 6 (final)

Personal Accounts: Meltdowns

Hi! We’re starting a new series of posts that will be called “personal accounts”. It’s pretty much what it says on the tin: real-life experiences from autistic people, concerning some particular autistic traits and how it affects the person’s life. The aim of this series is to underline the variety of autistic experiences, and to give writers some ideas on ways autistic individuals can experience life. 

Mod Cat and Mod Aira will share their experiences, but we’re only two people, and can’t possibly reflect the variety of points of view which exist among autistic people. This is why we will be taking submissions from autistic people. If you are autistic and you would like to share your experience with us, you can submit it, this would be greatly appreciated! For now, we’ll begin with the theme of meltdowns.

Here is Mod Aira’s experience with them:

In our recent masterpost, we explained some of the causes of meltdowns, what happens during one, and how a character can make one better or worse. But we think it could also be useful to writers to get a firsthand, subjective account of what one actually feels like. I (Mod Aira) don’t often get shutdowns, but boy howdy do I get meltdowns. In my case, they are most often caused by sensory overload, as I am extremely hypersensitive and due to the nature of my job and the place where I live, I’m unable to shelter myself from overload. I normally know well in advance when one of these sensory overload meltdowns is coming, and when possible, I remove myself from the situation to avoid having the meltdown happen. Sometimes it’s not possible, and I wind up actually melting down around once a week or so, on average.

I also get meltdowns at times from emotional overload and stress. These are generally very sudden and unexpected, usually in response to a sudden rush of frustration over something I try and fail to do, often something I didn’t realize was upsetting me until too late (alexithymia is fun). They also tend to pass very quickly, because normally all I need to do to calm back down is stop doing the thing I was trying and failing to do, saving it for another day when I’m calmer.

Since sensory overload meltdowns are more common for me (and more interesting, I think), I’ll describe one of those. This will be long, as I want to describe the full buildup as well as the meltdown itself, because we’ve had a few people ask about that.

It’s been a long day at work. I’m a teacher. Third grade. I love my job. I love my kids. But they never stop shouting. After four hours straight of being screamed at without the option of putting on ear protectors or leaving the room, my ears are throbbing. It feels like someone has boxed my ears. My tinnitus is worse than usual, too: a loud ringing sound that hasn’t stopped for four years. That just adds to the pain.

So class is over, the kids are gone, and it’s time for me to put away my things and head home. I grab my basket and head to the English teachers’ room to put my things away and put my shoes on. All the other teachers are already there. The room is tiny. I try to weave between people to get my basket on the shelf, but everyone keeps bumping me, following up with an “Oops, sorry!” accompanied by what feels to me like aggressive eye contact and putting their face really close to mine. I’m getting super fidgety. I don’t want to be touched right now. My body is on high alert, even more sensitive than usual due to the overload I feel, and every touch hurts. Eyes staring at me hurts. Faces close to me (so I can smell their disgusting, harsh perfume and hair products) hurts.

Worse still, they’re all talking. The voices all meld together to form a cacophony of voices. I swear they’re getting louder with every second. That might be true, or it might be my perception, my senses getting ever more acute as the pain increases.

Someone touches me deliberately. They’ve been talking to me. They’re annoyed that I’ve been “ignoring” them. Sorry, coworker. I can’t hear your voice right now. It’s mixed up with all the others in the room. I make an excuse, say I need to run, suggest they send me this in an email and I’ll get back to them in the evening.

Shoes on. Jacket on. Out the door as quickly as I can without tripping over the students in the hallway.

Down the street to the tram stop. It’s freezing outside. The cold feels like a million knives digging straight into my skin wherever it’s exposed. I want to cry. I rush to the tram stop. I can’t really rock back and forth here, in public and right next to the school, so I bounce up and down and walk back and forth, trying to disguise my stimming as just trying to stay warm.

So far, this is all business as usual. A typical end of the work day. If I can just hang in there until I get home, I’ll be okay. Then I can veg out for a few hours watching videos or playing Minecraft. But today, I am not so lucky. Today I have to buy food on the way home, both for me and for the cat. The cat has no food at all, so even if I’m willing to starve, I have to stop at the store and get something for him.

I get a seat on the tram, since my stop is near the start of the line. It’s a 25-minute ride to the stop where the supermarket is. The tram is hell. Every person has a smell. Perfumes which burn my nose, cigarette smoke, food smells which nauseate me. It’s winter, so there’s even a homeless person in the same car with me, trying to stay warm. I empathize with him, just trying to survive, what choice does he have, but the smell is so nauseating that I have to hide my face inside my jacket. There are teenagers talking in loud voices which hurt my ears. Someone is listening to music through ear buds and I can hear it. More pain.

Every time the tram stops to let people on, the doors open and the cold rushes in. It burns my skin. And then, worst of all, just before the doors close, an alarm shrieks to warn people to stay out of the way. It’s the loudest sound in the universe. It sounds like a train whistle, it sounds like a thousand harmonicas being blown into at once. It hurts so much.

A light in the ceiling is flickering. It hurts. I have to squeeze my eyes shut. My face is buried in my jacket. My ears hurt so much… My ear protectors are in my bag, buried under other things. I can’t bring myself to come out of my turtle position to try to find them. I could stick my fingers in my ears, but then everyone would think I was crazy. I feel like my brain is going to explode. I feel like I can’t breathe. If I can just hold out a little bit longer…

At least, the tram arrives at the supermarket. I practically jump off, taking deep, gasping breaths, trying to get the panic to subside. The cold hits me, slaps me, more pain. The supermarket door is just a few steps away, but I hesitate. The supermarket is worse than the tram. I review my mental map of the store and my mental list of things I absolutely need to buy right now. The cat food is there. The bread is there. The yogurt is there. The vegetables… Do I really have to buy vegetables today? I can survive without them. Deep breath… GO!

The supermarket is crowded. The lights are so bright I think they’re trying to pierce through my eyes into my brain. The whole place is chaos, a mess of bright colors, lights, movement, and sounds. And people. People everywhere pushing and shoving their way past each other. Nope, no way am I bothering with vegetables today.

I make a beeline for the yogurt, then grab the bread. Several people bump and shove me. The aisles are extremely narrow. Frantically, I try to remember what else I needed. I’m stood still in the middle of the supermarket, so overloaded that I can’t remember, I can’t remember what I need, I can’t remember where I was going, all I am aware of is pain and the fact that I’m in everyone’s way.

Cat food! Thank goodness, I remembered. Sometimes, I don’t. Sometimes I have to go back out after I go home. I rush over, grab a bag, get in line. The cashiers are always very slow. Deep breaths. Slow breaths. It will be over soon. Finally! Throw the items in my backpack, pay the cashier, mumble a polite greeting, and rush for the door. The homeless woman is there, as always, trying to sell magazines. I hate myself for not having the energy to look her in the eye and smile and at least have the decency to apologize for not buying a magazine today. I can’t do it. Not happening. Rush back to the tram stop.

Now my senses are completely and utterly overloaded. I’m not even sure if I’m going to make it home. I’ll satisfy myself with being able to hold in my tears until I’m out of sight. My fingers are in my ears now. I’m rocking back and forth. There’s no point in trying to appear normal now. It hurts so much. Pain. All I know is pain.

No seats on the tram. Stand, hold on to the bar, rock back and forth, bounce up and down, one finger in one ear, the other is assaulted by the door-closing sound, face is buried in jacket. I want to run away. I want to hide. There is nowhere to run, no way to hide, not here. Two more stops.

Jump out into the cold. I have to get home. I have to get home NOW. I realize tears are leaking out of my eyes and down my face as the cold tries to freeze them. I wish I could run home, but my feet hurt with every step. Everything hurts. I have only one thought now. Home. Home. HOME. Home NOW. Have to get HOME.

I walk as fast as I can, every step sending waves of pain up through my feet, up my legs, through my whole body. Smells of dog poo and human urine and whiffs of perfume and restaurant cooking smells all attack my nose at once, sounds of voices and dogs barking and cars and trams and doors slamming and footsteps, my clothes are rubbing against my skin, my backpack is too heavy, the straps digging into my shoulders, the cold on my face, everything is PAIN. Home, home, home, home, HOME!

After the three-minute walk to my building (which feels like a million years), I reach the front door. Have to open the door. Keys. Keys are in my pocket. Digging, fumbling, it hurts more with every second, I’m not going to make it. I’m not going to make it home, it’s going to happen right here on the street, I want to go home! Hands shaking, fumbling, unable to grip the key properly, it takes four tries to get it in the lock and turn it. The door is so heavy, the door has tripled in weight since this morning, it takes all my strength to get it open. Nearly there. Up two flights of stairs, the weight of my backpack dragging me down, the other key, no the OTHER key, stupid fingers, they’re not listening anymore, they’re not working anymore, it takes five tries this time to get the key in, it won’t turn! It’s stuck again! Tears running down my face, I’m making some kind of animal noise now, I can hear it, it must be coming from me, surely everyone in the building can hear it. Finally, the door is open, I’m inside, I’m home.

I manage to get my backpack off somehow, jacket zipper won’t come off, finally throw the jacket down, the shoes, oh jesus get these horrible things off of me, I’m sobbing now, please make it stop, make the pain stop, get them off, please, my fingers don’t know how to untie shoelaces anymore, they can’t do it, somehow, finally, they are off, I’m on the floor, the pain is still not stopping, but there’s no one here but the cat, looking at me with a worried cat face (mostly worried that he won’t be getting his dinner yet), not approaching me. What are these noises? Yes, I’m making them, I can feel it in my throat, my face is wet with tears and my vision is blurry, that’s fine, I don’t want to see anymore. I’m home, but I’m still not safe, the pain still hasn’t stopped, I have to get away from the pain. The pain is hunting me, it won’t leave me alone, I have to escape somehow. I’m crawling under the table where the cat normally hides, I am writhing and thrashing, I bang my head on the floor, it hurts.

How long does this last? A million years, a couple of minutes, I’m not sure. Finally, the panic is subsiding. The threat has passed. It still hurts, but the pain is receding. I’m home. I’m safe under the table. The cat is poking his head under the table cloth, checking in on me. I beckon him over and he curls up with me, glad of the warmth. He purrs. I stroke his soft fur. I am still crying. I will be crying for a while. My head hurts, a different kind of pain now, the pain from slamming it on the floor. I have a lump there, again. That’s okay. That kind of pain is easy to deal with. Pain from injuries is nothing at all. Most people do not even know what pain means.

My ears are still ringing. They will never stop until the day I die, say the doctors. They will only get worse. Now is not the time to think about that.

Curled up with the cat under the table, I fall asleep for a minute or two, exhausted. I start to come back to my senses. I realize I only bought yogurt and bread for myself. What am I going to have for dinner? I can’t go back out to buy anything else. It’ll have to be some frozen or instant meal again. Again. I think back to all the people who told me how “high functioning” I was, to the person who said “you’re not autistic, you’re just on the spectrum,” I wish those idiots could see me now, I can’t even feed myself. I’m angry at the world for making me suffer like this, for forcing me to constantly behave in a way that does not come naturally for me, to expend energy putting up with their nonsense and accommodating their needs. I’m angry at myself for being unable to manage a simple trip to the supermarket. I’m embarrassed. I’m disappointed.

And I’m also proud. I made it all the way home before melting down. And meltdowns or no, I do my job, and I’m good at it. I live alone, and somehow I always manage. And I remembered to buy the cat’s food! Come on, buddy, you’ve taken good care of me, I’ll give you your dinner. Meow!“

Missing: Part Two

Part One

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Hello friends! If you’ve decided to invest in this fic and read part two, welcome aboard! This is gonna be a pretty wild ride so buckle up. Be nice to each other no fighting—hey! I said no fighting! I see you in the back. Anyway, enjoy!

Roman stared in complete disbelief at the back of the envelope. He ran his fingers over the familiar handwriting spelling out his name. Horrible memories filled his brain as he thought about the person that had to have written this. Just the thought of them made Roman want to throw up.

The sound of Thomas shifting around in his sleep snapped Roman out of his thoughts. He quickly sank back down to his room with the letter.

Too afraid to find out what that horrible monster had to say, Roman practically threw the letter on his dresser. He began pacing nervously around his room, running his hands through his hair until it looked worse than Princess Anna’s when she woke up in the morning. He took one look in the mirror at his messy hair, however, and quickly fixed it. Nervous wreck or not, he still had to look his best.

After about fifteen minutes of pacing, he decided he had to find out what was written on that letter. Hands shaking, he picked it up and tore open the envelope. He took the letter out and carefully placed the envelope back on his dresser.

He could barely will himself to just unfold the letter, so he had no idea how he was going to actually make himself read it. In the end, it was the thought of Virgil being in the hands of the writer of the letter that got him to read it. He didn’t know if the letter had anything to do with his missing friend, but if it did, then he needed to know what was going on.

When he did read it, Roman felt like his heart had stopped and that his lungs had failed him. His face was no doubt whiter than a sheet of paper. It was everything he feared.

Dear Roman,

You know who I am and who I have. If you’re not as arrogant and stupid as you act, you should know what I want. I guess I’ll have to trust that you can figure it out.


You Know Who

Roman knew exactly what they wanted. He knew that the journey ahead of him was going to be a living hell. Especially on his own. He had to go by himself. He couldn’t risk endangering Patton or Logan. This man was not to be messed with. Roman just wished he had known that all those years ago.

Well, he better get ready for this.

This is not my room.

That was Virgil’s first thoughts when he woke up. At first, he tried to think of where he could be. Did he fall asleep in the kitchen? From the cold floor he was lying on it would seem so. But he didn’t go down to the kitchen last night.

The kitchen was his only theory, so once that was eliminated, he was completely clueless about where he could be. Part him was afraid to even sit up and look around. Said part of him wasn’t big enough to stop him from doing that though.

The room was totally dark. There wasn’t any light for his eyes to adjust to to be able to see even barely. That soon changed with a dim light spreading throughout the room was a single ceiling light.

Now he could see that there were horizontal bars all around him. Great, he was in a cage. And through those bars stood…

“Thomas?” Virgil said, his voice quiet and shaky.

“Hello, Virgil,” Thomas said, an unsettling smirk plastered on his face.

“What’s… What’s going on?” Virgil questioned.

“Have you ever realized how useless you are?” Thomas said, ignoring his question. “You know your nothing but a burden, right? Just an inconvenience. I mean, sure, I need to worry sometimes, but honestly, your just making everything harder. Can’t you just chill for once? If protecting me is your goal, you’re failing terribly because, in the long run, all you’re doing is screwing me over.”

Virgil stared at Thomas with wide eyes and an open mouth. He felt tears filling up his eyes and then streaming down his cheeks.

“I knew you’d cry,” Thomas continued with a scoff. “That’s all you’re good for anyway—messing things up and crying about it.” The insults kept on coming, eventually causing Virgil to fall to his knees, squeezing his eyes shut as if it would make it all go away.

And… it did.

The rude remarks were replaced by laughter that didn’t sound like Thomas. Virgil opened his eyes and saw an all black figure laughing.

“Oh jeez! You were even easier to break than that sensitive trait!” it said. Virgil stared at it in confusion. “Either I’m that good, or you’re that gullible. I’m gonna go with the both.”

“What?” Virgil breathed. “But… where’s…”

“Thomas?” it finished. “He was never here. The only ones here are me and you.” And with that, it vanished. Then an echoing voice filled the room.

“And now it’s just you.”

So that’s part two! If you’d like to exit this ride, please do so now. Yup, there goes probably most of you. But for those who decided to stick around, I love you. 

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The Five Degrees of Losing You

Summary: Harry starts talking to an old friend, and you lose him to her in five stages. 

Warnings: cheating / emotional cheating 

Requested: Kind of. I took creative liberty with a request I got and changed it up a bit, you’re not Harry’s fiancé like the request asked. 

I. The Realization.

You’ve noticed Harry using his phone more and more in the past two weeks. He usually strayed away from staying on it too much, wanting to keep away from social media and the internet for both your sakes.

Obviously something, someone, had changed that.

“Darling, do you want chicken or steak tonight?” You call from the kitchen looking at the meats in your freezer, trying to decide which one to defrost.

After a minute with no response you walk towards your living room and find Harry enthralled in his phone.

“Harry?” You ask, he looks at you with a poorly concealed annoyed look and you frown, “Steak or chicken for dinner?”

“Oh.” He mutters, looking down at his phone, “I’m not gonna be home for dinner. An old friend is in town and I’m meeting them.”

You look down at your feet, he wasn’t staying for dinner tonight? It was your guys date night, your night to choose to be exact, and he was ditching you.

You give him a sad smile and nod, “Okay, I’ll just order something then. No use in wasting steak or chicken for one person.” He doesn’t respond just looks back down at his phone, and you make your way to the bedroom.

You can feel yourself losing him.

II. Watching You Leave.

Her name was Emily. She was an old friend from school and had moved to London for a job opportunity.

You had yet to meet her, Harry was keeping her to himself, only introducing her to a few of his close friends.

“Don’t wait up tonight, okay?” Harry presses a kiss to your forehead as he wonders around the living room looking for his shoes.

“I will.” You frown, you could never sleep well without knowing Harry was safe and that meant having him in bed with you. Harry wasn’t good at checking in throughout the night. 

He sighs as he slips his shoes on, “You complain about being tired in the morning, you wouldn’t be if you didn’t wait up.”

“I wouldn’t be wait up if you didn’t go out all the time!” You exclaim, watching as he stops to stare at you wide eyed. “I- Have fun. I’ll see you later.” You stand up and begin towards the bedroom.

You expect Harry to follow you, he always does when you close yourself off like this. But instead you hear the front door slam shut behind him.

You close your eyes tight, willing the tears to go away.

III. Saying Goodbye.

You know it immediately from the look on his face when you come to the kitchen for breakfast.

He doesn’t know how to say it, how to break your heart into a million pieces and part of you doesn’t want him to. Part of you wants him to never say it and for you to live in ignorance.

“How long?” You mutter, not taking a seat at the breakfast he had set up for you on the island counter.

Harry doesn’t’ respond at first, looking down at his feet embarrassed, “Answer me!” You yell, you feel tears in your eyes and you’re so sick of crying over him.

“Just a few weeks.” He finally whispers, “I’m so-”

You shake your head, “What does she have?” You press your back against the wall and fall to the floor. “Why?” 

“She’s- She is like home, and that’s what I need at this time of my life.” He wants to explain the feeling of warmth he gets when they hang out, how much she reminds him of home. But he can’t bare to hurt you more, you deserved better than that.

“You’ve known her for like two months!” You yell, wiping frantically at your eyes and turning away, you didn’t want him to see you crying.

“I’ve known her since I was ten.” He shakes his head.

“That’s-” You shake your head, “She’s not the same person she was when you were an unknown in grade school.”

“If you’re implying-”

You cut him off with a look, and the two of you go silent for a few minutes. You’re watching as he looks anywhere but your face. 

This is how it ends between you two? 

“Get out.”

IV. The Aftermath.

A week later Emily and Harry were splattered all over the newspapers, her instagram had gone public and pictures of him from the past two months had caused a frenzy.

People were asking how long you guys had been broken up exactly, and why nobody knew. You didn’t have the heart, or strength to answer any of them.

A month after that you end up at the same party as them, watching as Harry stands idly by as Emily recounts the story of their first date to people neither of them know.

“Y/N.” You turn to the stranger saying your name, “I’m Matt. A friend of Harry’s.” He offers you a hand which you hesitantly take.

“How do you know my name?” You ask suspiciously, finally looking away from the couple.

“Harry has-used to have- a picture of you in wallet, would brag about you to all of us.” Your heart drops at Matt’s mention of him, why did people think bringing him up was a good thing?


“Sorry, that was dumb.” Matt shakes his head, “I just- I’m sorry about what happened, I wish we had said something to him when he introduced her to us but I was just-”

“It’s fine.” You cut him off, not wanting to hear anymore. “It doesn’t matter now.” You turn to look at Emily and Harry again, only to find Harry staring at you.

You quickly look away and begin towards the door, this party was boring anyways.

V. You Losing Me.

“Y/N!” You hear him call after you as you hastily walk down the sidewalk. The air is cold, biting against your skin. Why had you thought walking was a good idea?

“Y/N!” He’s closer to you, his long legs and warm outfit probably helping him out a lot as you try to rush away.

“Please, stop.” A warm hand wraps around your wrist and you freeze, refusing to look at him.

“What do you want?”

He pulls you towards him, but you plant your feet firmly on the ground. “I- You were right.”

You look at him, eyes ablaze with anger, “About what? Her only coming back into your life because she wants Harry Styles, not Harry? I
know.” You roll your eyes and cross your arms.

Harry takes a deep breath, “I know I messed up, but if you could-”

You cut him off with a sharp laugh, “No.”

Hello! Long time no see! (It’s my fault) To start off, I don’t have any certain morals about cheating and staying together (I know some refuse to to out them back together again) but this felt like the right ending. Maybe I could do an alternate one if requested of if this didn’t fit what the requester wanted. 

Nonetheless I hope you enjoyed this, I don’t do Harry angst much, I think this may be the first or second time. I have another one with cheating and marriage, but it’s a multiple part one so it may not come out for awhile. 

As always, I hope you have a great day and thank you for reading!!

a lesson on style - ii

part i, ii

you’ve always been content with being associated with one word and one word only: average. average in looks, academics and social skills, you’re just looking to graduate high school without causing disasters you’ll have to live with until you kick the bucket. when you’re paired with school king park chanyeol for the semseter-­long physics thesis, you can’t help but think the entire situation has pretty much set itself up for failure. That is, until you strike a deal with your partner. An AU tale involving lessons in popularity, eleven consecutive B­ minuses, a secretly sensitive, chess­-loving jock, and an amateur sex tape.

Pairing: chanyeol x reader x baekhyun
Verse: high school au { jock!chanbaek ft. a super cute whiny ap physics genius jongdae }
Rating: M
Warnings: none
Word count: 5.3k

author’s note: so this took a while and nothing seems to happen here. however, i did sort of try to put some underlying relationships and thoughts from surrounding characters, you know, to give some good lead-in. also, this chapter is unbeta’d. i’ll work on that tomorrow. <3

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The times that made us

Originally posted by tallian

For: N/A
Words: 2754
Thorin Oakenshield x half-darrow reader

There were three main moments that made Thorin realise he was hopelessly in love with you.

When the King-in-exile had first been introduced to you in the Shire by Bofur, your best friend and self-appointed guardian, he’d been unimpressed. A half-dwarf fighter, and a woman no less, wasn’t exactly the warrior-class company that he’d dreamt of, but Bifur had sign-sworn on your loyalty and fighting spirit, and Thorin respected the Berserker’s opinion. So, with a great deal of reluctance, he extended you a contract and you were drawn into the company with your adoptive family.

For the first five days you could count on your hands how many times Thorin spoke to you, but you couldn’t say you minded, you spent your evenings helping Bombur cook, entertaining the company with Bofur and helping to keep Bifur calm. You were relieved that you company seemed to take to you as a relative outsider, but you guessed being practically adopted by the hat donning comedian and your half-dwarf heritage helped eased any awkwardness. Even Bilbo was very kind and attentive to you but your supposed that you were one of the only people to speak to him and he just saw a young woman in the company of gruff men, but you were sure that his soft approach would disappear as soon as he saw you wield your axe.

Dwalin pretended to be indifferent to you but you knew that the extra blankets that came to you in the night were often his – he seemed to pick up on the fact that being only a half-dwarf meant that you couldn’t handle the cold as easily as the rest of the company. Thorin, well you were part of his company, so he respected you, it was a simple as that. Of course, it wasn’t that simple but only Balin and Dwalin had seen his lingering glances at you as spoke with Ori about knitting patterns or his lip twitch when he’d catch you helping his nephews with their chores for the evening when they’d spent too much time teasing other Company members.

When your journey first started Thorin told himself that his only interest in watching you was to keep an eye on what his nephews were doing and since the Prince’s had attached themselves to your sides that meant watching you, Kili and Fili had decided that you were their new mascot.

The first time that Thorin knew that you were his One was when his nephews upset Bombur. Your adoptive uncle had always been what Bofur called ‘a soft sort’, he wore his heart on his sleeve and wasn’t afraid to show his emotions much like Dwalin, except Bombur didn’t have the terrifying exterior to scare away the meddling Princes.  
You were helping Bilbo set up his saddle when you heard Bombur sniffle and Kili giggle, you turned to see Bombur setting up his own saddle with Fili and Kili on either side of him.
“Now, now Bombur, we didn’t mean anything by it.” Fili said sincerely and gave the older dwarf a sold pat on the shoulder and Bombur nodded in acceptance of his apology.
Kili swung himself up onto his pony, he was still laughing, “Bombur, you shouldn’t be so sensitive!”

You squeezed your hands into fists by your sides and marched away from Bilbo towards Kili. The dark-haired dwarf gave you his usual flirtatious smirk, “Mornin’ Lady Y/N.”
You offered him a smile as you came to stop in front of him before reaching up, taking hold of his saddle in both hands and yanking down as hard as you could to send Kili flying off of the pony and to the forest floor. The whole company turned to stare at his gaping face.
“What was that for?” He yelped.
Your hands found your hips, “Kili, you shouldn’t be so sensitive!” You parroted his words back to him and his face turned a satisfying shade of red as the company burst into laughter.

You turned to face Bombur but found Thorin stood between you, his face schooled but you could hear the amusement in his voice, “Could you not go a morning without causing chaos?”
“No.” You answered honestly, and your heart swooned when you were rewarded with Thorin smirking.
Kili finally jumped up and grumbled, “I was only joking.”
“I would hope that the line of Durin does not end in a child who mocks his people. Especially Darrow who have left behind family to help them fight a dragon.” You told him, you voice was stern, but you had already linked your arm back through Kili’s to show that there wasn’t going to be a grudge held over the little argument.

“We’re sorry Bombur.” Fili apologised and Kili made a noise of agreement. You gave Thorin a playful wink, that had to be the most painless apology that anyone had gotten from the Sons of Dis.

The second time that Thorin had realised that you were his One, part of his soul, was when he had his hand wrapped around your neck.
Since you’d schooled his nephew’s all those months ago Thorin couldn’t keep his eyes from you and slowly, as the dangers grew, and it looked less likely that you’d both survive the Quest, your relationship had grown into stolen kisses and intimate moments hidden in your surge for survival. Not that your blossoming relationship was a secret, in fact far from it.
Once you’d reached Erebor and the sickness took hold of Thorin he would not let you out of his sight, if he found you talking to any of the company without him then he’d accuse them of trying to steal his Queen from him.
The only was to calm him was to put your hands to his chest and promise that you saw no other Dwarf when your King was in the room and that would calm him enough for the other dwarf to get away from the mad King.

Bofur hated it and he wasn’t quiet about it but you assured him that Thorin wasn’t hurting you and it was true. Mad or not, Thorin wanted your attention and he wanted you but he did not demand your body when you said no, instead he would hold you to his broad chest and mumble your hair how you were going to be his Queen and how he would find the perfect jewel for you from his hoard.

But when the war was waging outside, and he refused to go fight, you could no longer stand by him. You loved him, but you told him you were going out there to fight. Thorin turned to you and snatched you by the throat. Shock gripped you and the Company, that a Dwarf – a King – could raise a hand to his One.

Well, you raised a hand right back and punched him square in the nose.

Thorin snarled and when he let you go to cradle his nose, you rushed forwards and shoved him backwards with all your strength and he fell back to the ground in a clatter of armour. In your peripheral vision you saw your adoptive family halt in their attempted to get to you. You pointed down at the King, your One, on the floor looking up at you, his eyes finally looked clear of the madness that had plagued him.
“Thorin Oakenshield! You are not your Grandfather, stop this madness. I have tried to stand beside you, but I don’t even recognise you now.” You snapped and Bofur was by your side, his finger tips pressing into your neck to check you for injuries.
Thorin rose slowly, his hand left his bleeding nose and he caught your hand in one of his while the other moved to you neck to brush your hair away from where he’d tried to throttle you just moments ago. Bofur stepped behind you but didn’t move away from you.
“Please Amrâlimê, forgive me. I know I do not deserve it, I have treated you so ill.” His voice was so deep and sorrow laden that to stop your heart breaking you leaned up to stop his torment by pushing your lips to his.
You pulled away and rested your forehead on his and you laced your fingers with his, “I forgive you by King but if you raise a hand to me again then Fili will be preparing for his coronation. Understood?”

He smiled softly at you, “Understood.” How had he been gifted such an understanding One?
“Fili?” You asked.
“Understood Auntie.” His expression softened for the first time since Bilbo had climbed over the wall. Behind you Bofur rubbed your back reassuringly, it was time to go to war.


The last time that Thorin realised how much he loved you was as the snow settled upon you both.
Amrâlimê, you have to open your eyes.” His voice croaked, and you willed yourself to open them, to stare into his eyes for what you knew would be the last time.
“Thorin, I’m sorry.” You whispered to him. You were lay on your back, you didn’t need to feel your limbs to know that this was it. You could see your blood staining the snow below you. Thorin was leant on his side beside you, you wished you had the strength to tell him to lay down to stop the wound in his chest bleeding so much – how much pain he must be in!
But you were selfish and if you were leaving your One for the Halls of your people then you’d leave looking into his eyes.

“Never apologise to me, Y/N you just need to hold on, we’ll get you through this.” His voice was hoarse, you hoped that help came for him.
You reached up to run your hand along his short beard, “Lying suits you ill, my love. Help will come and when it does I wish for you to be King. They all need you.”
He was crying, you guessed that you were too, “No.” it was all that he could whisper.
He leaned down over you to kiss you softly, ignoring the snarl of pain in his chest. He knew that he would not survive this, he had made his choice during the battle to die for the sake of his people but if he could keep you awake perhaps there was something that could be done for you.

“I love you. I’ll look after the boys.” You whispered and urged him to come down to you again to kiss you. Thorin kissed you hard, in that kiss outpouring all the feelings of the years together that had been stolen, his tears running down your cheeks. His vision was going hazy as he pulled away from you, but your eyes were unseeing, and your breath taken from this world.
He sobbed and gently closed your eyes with his fingers before kissing them both. His hand came up into your hair to hold you to him so that he could sob into your courting braid.


The whispered word pulled you into consciousness and your vision focused on Kili crouched above you. He gave you a soft smile, took your arm and pulled you up to stand but he pulled too hard and you fell forwards into another chest.
“Easy Kee, it will take her a moment.” You recognised the voice and looked up at Fili smiling down and you and holding you gently. His eyes where bright and his body and clothes untouched by the horrors of war. You glance to the side to Kili who spared you a little wave. You looked down between you and Fili at your own stomach but found no blood, you even ran your hand down your stomach and felt yourself in one piece.
“I – I don’t?” You mumbled and felt Fili’s rumbling laugh.
“It’s disconcerting, isn’t it?” He told you and gently stepped away so that you could see behind him. Awe washed over you, the Halls of your people built by Aulë himself was spread out before you. It was more grand and splendid than you could ever have imagined and as the war raged on in the other realm more dwarves where arriving at the grand gates some distance from you.

“We thought you’d appreciate from Privacy.” A voice answered your unasked question about why you’d not arrived at the gates. Two Dwarves came over to you and stood beside Kili, the one who had spoken looked had long dark hair and Durin’s eyes, and you could have sworn that the other Dwarf was Fili just years older.
“Auntie this is my Uncle Frerin and my Father.” Fili introduced.
“At your service.” Both dwarves bowed and popped back up grinning and for a moment you could have sworn that you they were Kili and Fili. It made your heart ache to think that Dis, the women that you adored but had never met, had lost all four of these men and could still lose more.
“How am I here? I’m only a half-darrow.” You mumbled.
“You’re our Aunt!” Kili said indignantly.
“And you would have been Queen Under the Mountain, Thorin was very lucky to have you, half-darrow or no.” The boy’s father told you.

“I must say, I’m surprised it took you so long to hit my brother for his foolish behaviour.” Frerin offered with a grin, “I took a great deal of delight in watching that!”
“Watching?” You asked, still overwhelmed by it all, which Fili must have sensed because he kept his hand on your back so that he could turn you to look out at a river behind you. When you squinted your eyes, you could see your loved ones and the battle below. Kili knelt next to the water and the image changed to Tauriel weeping over his body.
“I told you that she loved me.” Kili whispered, his father came up behind him and squeezed Kili’s shoulder.

“How could she no?” The voice behind you made you squeeze your eyes shut.
You all turned to Thorin who was stood behind you, his royal robes and crown looked pristine, his eyes no longer red from grieving his lost love and his lips no longer blue from a grave in the snow.
“Thorin.” You whispered, and Fili let you go but you didn’t move and neither did Thorin who stared into your eyes, he looked more relaxed in death than in the madness he’d suffered in life.

You were shoved forwards from behind and Thorin rushed to catch you and pull you into his arms. His lips found yours as soon as you were in his arms and behind you Frerin was mumbling that if had hadn’t of done something then neither of you would ever have moved.
“Amrâlimê, you didn’t think you could leave me so easily, did you?” Thorin asked against your lips.
“I wouldn’t wish too.” You kissed your King before reluctantly releasing him so that he could reunite with his Brother, Brother-in-law and Nephews.

You found yourself by that river many times over the next short years and found, as you would have been Queen, that you had a certain sway over the living realm. You watched as you were given a royal funeral beside Thorin with Kili and Fili and used your minimal manipulation over the world to help Dis grieve.
Bofur found his One because you managed to set off one his toys to fly off into her hair, you watched as he spoke of you to her and called you his lost daughter, Thorin had held you when you’d sobbed at those words. When any of the company needed guidance, you managed to encourage them to the Shire to see Bilbo since his tea and advice solved most problems. When Moria was seized again you made Ori’s passing painless, so that didn’t have to suffer and could join you and the others in the Halls of Mahal.

Thorin joined you often as you visited the lake, he would ask it to show him the times of the company, like when you pulled Kili off his pony and even you and Nori got caught stealing Dwalin’s cookies. Sitting on the bank of the halls of Mahal, he held you in his arms, his company slowly joining you through the years, and watched the times that made you.

Save Me (10)

Originally posted by yourbiaslikesitrough

Chapter 1: Second Time? - Chapter 2: Awake - Chapter 3: First Love - Chapter 4: Mama - Chapter 5: Reflection - Chapter 6: Lie - Chapter 7: Stigma - Chapter 8: Begin - Chapter 9: Taken - Chapter 10: Torture - Chapter 11: The Plan - Chapter 12: The Escape                                                      

Reader X Jungkook

Mental Hospital AU


A/N: Gaisho is so good at torture scenes, I’m so jelouse that she can write that better than me! So if you ever need a good torture scene, ask her! :P Enjoy!

Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction. We did take their personalities and match as best we can with illnesses, however we do not claim that the boys from BTS have these mental illnesses! Also, we did as much research as we can on each disorder. We are not meaning to offend anyone who has these illnesses at all. ALSO, WE DO KNOW BTS CHANGED THEIR ENGLISH NAME TO BEYOND THE SCENE BUT WE’RE USING BULLETPROOF BOYSCOUTS CAUSE IT FITS THE STORY BETTER.

Trigger warning: Mentions of mental illness, hospitals, self harm, suicide attempt and abuse. Both Gaisho and I recommend, if you feel like you need to go to the hospital for ANY reason, please don’t be afraid to do so. It can help. If you EVER feel like you need to talk to anyone, vent, or need advice on anything, please do not hesitate to msg us! We’ve been through it all.

Character Descriptions:
Reader- Chronic Depression, Derealization Disorder and Dissociative Amnesia
Jin - Narcissistic Personality Disorder (With homicidal tendencies)
Suga- Narcolepsy and Chronic Depression
J-Hope- Bipolar II Disorder
Rap Monster- OCD and Paranoia
Jimin- Explosive Anger Disorder
V- Schizoaffective Disorder
Jungkook- Agoraphobia

Chapter 10: Taken:

        Muffled cries got you nowhere. You were strapped down tight and completely helpless. Really, you were more concerned for Jungkook than you were for yourself. You tried so hard to spit out the towel and get Jungkook to calm down, but all they did was stuff it back in and put tape over your mouth.

        “Don’t forget, we’ll need to monitor her heart during this process as well,” Dr. Choi says with an evil grin. He walked his hands over your chest and quickly rips your shirt apart. Groping you with his filthy hands you wince and struggle.

        “HEY! YOU GET YOUR NASTY HANDS OFF OF HER!” Jungkook growls and tightly grips the armrests of the chair. 

        “Nurses, take note as subject ‘B’s behavior has changed when subject ‘A’ was touched,” Dr. Choi explains like he’s teaching a class.

        “Did anyone ever teach you how to treat a lady?” Jungkook sneers. 

        “Did anyone ever teach you how to get over your childish fears? No? I didn’t think so. You’re WEAK!” Dr. Choi backhands Jungkook and he grunts. 

        “Enough. Let’s get started.” Dr. Choi signals the nurse to proceed. One of the nurses puts what looked like headphones over your temples and you were already trembling in fear. Normally you’re out cold during this procedure, but today… You’re awake and full aware. 

        “Round one, begin.” You hear a buzz and suddenly waves of shock flow through you. It was like they lit your brain on fire. Your body seized briefly until they stopped. 

        “YOU’RE ALL SICK! Treating us like we’re your little lab rats for your disgusting experiments. You really have one messed up head if you find this all entertaining.” Jungkook was furious. His neck was tense, beads of sweat dripped down from his forehead, and he resisted the restraints so much that he was getting rope burn.

        Weakly you lift your head. You wish you could talk to him and tell him it’s going to be okay.

        “Round two. This time we will remove the towel from her mouth. You will be forced to watch her writhe in pain and listen to her scream in agony.” Dr. Choi smiles with pure enjoyment. 

        The minute they removed the tape and pulled the towel out of your mouth you quickly say something to Jungkook, “Kookie, please listen to me. Be strong! I will do my best to be strong too!“

        “Oh, please. Save it for someone who cares. Round two, begin!” The waves of shock take over your body. Your screams and grunts were demonic, leaving Jungkook in utter terror.

        “Don’t you dare look away! The longer you ignore your fears, the longer her rounds of EST will last… And who knows what this will do to her brain. What will you do if she forget you… Forever?” Dr. Choi maniacally laughs.

        Jungkook swings his head to look at you, “No! PLEASE! Y/N! I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT YOU! I need you…” he starts to cry very hard, “please, don’t forget me.”

        The waves stop. You’re already weak and panting hard, trying your best to show you will not give up. “Kookie, I will never forget you. I promise.”

        “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, missy. Turn up the dials,” Dr. Choi instructs the nurses.

        “B-but, sir. We don’t even use these levels during normal EST procedures when the patient is sedated. I-I don’t think-” the nurse says hesitantly.

        “May I remind you who I am? The doctor knows best. Dial it up,” Dr. Choi says firmly.

        The dials click multiple times before stopping. Your heart is racing and stomach wrenching. Giving in, you plead, “please, stop this nonsense. I’ll do whatever you want so long as you keep my Kookie away from these torturous treatments.”

        “Hmmm… No deal. Round three, begin.” 

        The rounds were getting longer and more painful. You could see how badly Jungkook was taking this. It almost hurt you more than the EST. 

        You pant, trying to fight this pain, but slowly you feel as if your life and memories start to slip. You mumble, “Kookie…I won’t forget you…”

        “I want the dials on the highest setting possible…” Dr. Choi instructs.

        “NO! YOU SICK FUCK! STOP IT!” Jungkook screamed.

        “And make it last a little longer than the last rounds. Round four, begin.”

        “Kookie, I -” Once again you’re zapped with the excruciating waves of pain. Your eyes start to roll to the back of your head. The room is fuzzy and you can’t make out anyone, but you can hear Jungkook screaming at the top of his lungs. 

        “I’m sure her brain is fried at this point. Nurses, please do a cognitive assessment and bring their charts to my office immediately.” Dr. Choi leaves with a skip in his step. Like he’s just won the lottery.

        They remove the restraints. Jungkook falls to the floor in shock cradling himself in the fetal position on his side. As for you, your eyes were dark and empty. Your mind had no thoughts, no recollection of the events that happened, and certainly no idea who you were or the people were before you.

        The nurse pulls you to the side and starts to interview you. 

        “Ma’am, do you know who you are?”


        “Do you know what procedure you were just in?”


        “Do you know where you are?”


        “Do you know what time of day it is?”


        “That’s all. Another nurse will be taking you to the . Give Dr. Choi some time to review your chart.”

        The nurse then pulls Jungkook to the side for an interview.

        “Sir, do you know who you are?”

        “J-jungkook,” he whispers and fiddles with his fingers.

        “Do you know where you are?”

        “Prison,” he says sternly as he stops fiddling and becomes more tense.

        “Do you feel as though you are able to handle your fears better after today’s session?”

        “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…”

        “Do you feel-”


        “You better calm down before we put you in solitary confinement to reflect on your behavior. We’re done with this interview. Another nurse will be taking you to the lounge.”

        Two nurses wheel you both into the lounge where the boys were waiting anxiously. The minute they saw your sullen faces, they knew it wasn’t good. 

        “Jungkook, what did they do?” Rap Monster stands up, his face laced with worry and puts a hand on his shoulder.

        Suddenly Jungkook went mute from the traumatic incident. All he could do was shake in fear and look at his hyungs with sorrow in his eyes. Rap Monster then looks to you and the second you made eye contact he knew that you weren’t the same.

        “I see,” Rap Monster sighs.

        Jimin slams his fist on the table, his anger growing. “I can’t take this anymore. Y/N just went in for EST for the SECOND time today! Who knows what kind of damage that did!”

        Jungkook laughs sarcastically, no humor in his voice. “It was more than just typical EST. It was pure torture. And they made me watch.”

        “That’s it. We can’t stay here any longer. They’re going to take what’s left of us sooner or later,” Suga says as he clenches a fist. 

        “You’re right. We leave tonight,” Rap Monster demands. 

        “What? They’re not stable… This is going to be a mess!” Hobi exclaims.

       “I agree with him… I mean, I’m never a mess, but I don’t know about the others,” Jin says as he runs his fingers through his hair.

       The boys grunt and roll their eyes. 

       “LEAVE ME ALONE!” You scream in terror. The boys turn their attention to you and Jungkook.

        “Y/N please, it’s just me… Please, you promised you wouldn’t forget,” Jungkook holds your hands tight as he sheds tears of despair. 

        “I DON’T KNOW YOU. I DON’T KNOW ANY OF YOU. JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!” You pull your hands away from his and run to your room.

        “Hmph, you still sure you want to leave tonight?” Hobi asks as he taps his foot.

        “Just give me a few minutes. Console Jungkook for now.” Rap Monster follows after you.

        Rap Monster knocks on your door and slowly enters your room. You sit at the end of your bed hugging your knees. “You again… Look, I’m groggy and don’t feel like having random visitors right now. Please, leave.” You mumble out, still trying to wrap your head around everything that happened.

        He looks at you with concern. “Y/N, I know you are confused right now and probably in a lot of pain. But, I need you to level with me right now. I don’t need you to understand what’s going on at the moment, but I have a proposition for you.”

        You raised an eyebrow. “I’m listening…”

        “I have a plan to get out of here. Me and the rest of the boys you saw earlier at the lounge. I know you do not want to be stuck in this corrupt facility. Please, work with us, and we’ll get you out.”

        You think about his offer. “I don’t want to be stuck in here but I don’t even know who you boys are…” You trail off.

        Rap Monster approaches slowly as to not startle you. He sits down next to you. “You do know us. I promise we aren’t just strangers. It was that doctor. He made you forget us. Please, you have to believe me.”

        You shake your head and tears well up in your eyes. “I c-can’t remember anything, how am I supposed to trust what you say?”

        He places a hand gently on your shoulder, making you flinch. He draws back his hand at your movement. “We’ll get your memory back. Just please, try to trust us. It can’t be any worse than what you’ve been put through today.”

        You take a deep breath to try to calm your anxiety. “A-Alright. I’ll do it. B-But…” Your cheeks turn pink with the next words out of your mouth. “T-That boy who held my hand earlier with the brown hair. I-Is he coming too?”

        Rap Monster chuckles at your words, happy that your feelings for Jungkook are still there somewhere in your mind. “Yes he will be. In fact, he’s your partner in this escape. We’re all teaming up to get out of here.”

        You smile to yourself, the blush getting deeper. “That’s good. Okay, I’m ready to go back out there.”

        Rap Monster nods and leads you out to the recreation room. The 5 boys are trying to comfort Jungkook who looked like his world was collapsing all around him. The boys notice you entering and turn to you. Jungkook glances at you, making the tears in his eyes form once again.

        “Y/N, are you alright?” V asks quietly, not wanting to set you off again.

        Your face contorts into sadness but you nod. “I-I’m sorry I snapped at you guys. I’m just so confused and all I can remember is pure pain and just whiteness in front of my eyes.” You slowly walk up to Jungkook who is huddled in the corner. His eyes widen as you approach him, scared out of his mind. You squat down in front of him. “Hi.”

        “H-Hi.” He squeaks back.

        “I’m sorry I snapped at you when you were just trying to help. I’m sorry I can’t remember you.” You want to cry but try to keep a strong demeanor. “I hear I’m your partner for the escape.”

        Jungkook nods quickly, too scared to say anything.

        You swallow the lump in your throat and hold out your hand. “Let’s do this together, okay? Hopefully through this, I’ll get my memory back somehow.”

        The corners of his mouth turn up slightly into a small smile. With a shaky hand, he places his in yours as you help him stand up. The other boys smile at the two of you, happy that you’re willing to trust them for now.

        Rap Monster claps his hands once, grabbing everyone’s attention. Your hand squeezes Jungkook’s slightly, giving him reassurance that you’re not going anywhere. He holds your hand tightly, nervous you might try to run away again.

        Rap Monster gives his group a smirk. “Alright Bangtan. The time has come. I hope everyone remembers the plan because it is being executed. Tonight.”


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Kara’s exhausted. The kind of exhaustion that pulls her limbs towards the ground and drags her feet and even when she’s flying she feels heavy, seconds away from just dropping out of the air. It’s probably nothing that a few hours in a sunbed wouldn’t fix, but she heads towards her apartment instead, feels a calm start to spread over her at the sight of a familiar form in her bed.

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Hercules (Reader X Jughead)

Request : no, my idea

warning: NONE!

A/N: man I was watching the whole movie while writing this, but because I was writing I missed majority of the movie. As a result I watched it again, haha.

but I really hope you guys like it! I absolutely love this movie till no end.BTW fun fact about me, I used the term Aromantic because I’m Aromantic. So I thought I’d tell you guys. if you don’t know what romantic is, it’s: An aromantic person is someone who doesn’t experience romantic attraction. 

anyway, Hopefully you like this and You find no mistakes.( since I’m lazy atm to double check) and the Bold  parts are the song. 

Friday, my favorite day of the school week and the worst schedule of the week. The usual was going to happen, I walk with Jughead to school, have almost every class with him. Thank God because as I mentioned the schedule is terrible but I have Jughead to entertain me during every subject.

 It was finally the last period of the day, history, which I don’t mind because we’re learning about the Greek mythology. “Okay class I’ll need you all to do a project, which will be in pairs.. you’ll enjoy some movies to watch and you’ll come back to class discussing the movie you’ve watch to the class. Now I’ll be naming the groups.”our teacher informs us as she starts to look through her folder to look for the paper with the pairs .

 Name after name is called and I still wait to find out. Findlay my name comes up, “(Y/N)(Y/L/N) and… Jughead Jones.” 

 I take a quick look at Jughead a shove him with my elbow, of course Jughead being Jughead rolls his eyes but I could swear I heard him say “ thank God.”

 Casually Jughead and I wait till she comes to our table and tells us which God or Goddess we’ll be talking about. “Y/N and Jughead, you’ll be talking about Hercules and Megara.. I know Megara isn’t a Goddess but their love story is amazing in this movie! You’ll be watching Hercules the Disney movie.” 

 I hear Jughead groan while I’m literally bubbling with excitement! Jughead looks at me and shakes his head knowing how much I’m a sucker for Disney films. It’s officially the end of the day and I’m grabbing whatever books I need from the locker. 

Suddenly I feel the presence of someone. “What do you want Juggie.” 

 “ Y/N how do you always know when it’s me? Anyway, I was wondering we could watch the movie on my laptop at my home but if you think my home is a bit too small we could do it at yours.” 

 “ We can watch it at yours, i prefer your house more than mine.. your place actually feels like home, but it will have to be after 6 because I have cheer practice.” I reason with him while closing my locker. 

 “ okay sure, and how on earth does my house that literally consists of only my bed, desk, small fridge, small bathroom seem more like home than yours? I never understood why you entered to be a Vixen.”

 I laugh at his comment because I’ve told him over a hundred times that being a cheerleader would be good on my college application.

 “Trust me little Juggie, home is where the heart is.. and your drive-in house is where my heart is. Jughead, I’ve told you a million times that cheerleading would look good for college.” After our discussion, Jughead and I went our separate ways. 

As I headed towards the gym I end up meeting with Betty and Veronica. “ A little bird told me that you and our Beanie boy are going to work on the love story of Hercules and Megara.” Veronica speaks with a smile on her face. Of course I know who the little bird is because Kevin sits right in front of Jughead and I.

 “ Veronica just say it’s Kevin, besides it’s just a project.” I shrug my shoulders.

 “ yeah, but I heard it’s about the Disney movie and the movie literally is the cutest thing ever! Besides I think it will be a good movie to actually get you to admit your love for your Juggie. I totally see you as a Megara, a damsel in distress, sarcastic, and someone who doesn’t want to admit their love. Besides Jughead is in love with you, it’s obvious but you just seem to ignore any affection he shows you. ” 

 I laugh and lower my head trying to hide my face because I know if Veronica or Betty saw my pink cheeks I’ll never hear the end of it. I mumble a “whatever” and hear both of them giggle.

 “Y/N! Show them how it’s done again! These girls are going to to give me high blood pressure.” Cheryl shouts I nod my head and reshow the moves and Cheryl sits down. 

I could feel my body aching, being the co- captain can be tiring. Especially when the Captain herself isn’t helping. An hour later we are done with everything and I’m headed to Jughead’s home hoping he’ll let me take a quick shower. I knock on his door and he’s quick to open it for me.

 “ you’re on time, good job little miss perfect.” He jokes and moves to the side to allow me to enter.

 “ shut up Juggie, anyway; can I take a quick shower because Cheryl decided to murder my body once again.” He nods his head and said he’ll prepare the movie. I walk into the bathroom and start to shower. 

I’m glad that I decided months ago to leave my shampoo, razor and body wash here because I’ve noticed myself from time to time staying over at Jughead’s house. We kinda help each other out, in return I do Jughead’s laundry,iron and fold them, make him homemade food whenever we decide not to go to pop’s and help with the cleaning at his house whenever it needs cleaning. 

 When I’m done with my shower I notice that Jughead left on the toilet seat cover a towel and a shirt of his. I slip on my underwear ,the extra spandex I keep with me and his shirt. I walk out the bathroom and notice that Jughead has arranged the pillows around his bed and the laptop in front of him, with the movie ready. I I take my time walking towards the bed, but since it’s a small place it takes me seconds to reach there. I hop onto his bed and sit next to him as we start to play the movie. 

 We are now at the part when Hercules would “save” Megara and he’s all googly eyes and she’s being sarcastic. 

 “ (Y/N/N) remember when we were kids and these kids were bullying you because you were short and I came in to save you. I say our relationship is exactly like theirs.”

 I hum in response “ yeah and then I said the exact same thing she said .. that my name is (Y/N) but my friends call me (Y/N/N) that’s if i had any friends… I was new to Riverdale so I had no friends. Are you implying that you were all heart eyes when you saw me?”

 He laughs so loud that I don’t think I’ve ever heard him laugh that loud in my life. “ you were the most beautiful girl I have ever met at the playground, and that’s why I called you by your nickname when you said that because I knew we would be friends.” 

 I laugh and return my attention back to the movie that was still playing. Now we reached the part when Megara starts to sing the song “ I won’t say I’m in love.”

 Every word that was sung I felt the exact same way, I felt like the Muses are Veronica and Betty .. After dating Reggie and what he did.. it absolutely broke my heart, and I said I would never fall in love again.. I even considered myself for 2 years as an Aromantic. But then Jughead just always made my heart warm every time we would be together.


No man is worth the aggravation. That’s ancient history, been there, done that! 


 Who’d ‘ya think you’re kiddin' 

 He’s the Earth and heaven to you 

 Try to keep it hidden Honey, we can see right through you 

 Girl, ya can’t conceal it

 We know how ya feel and 

 Who you’re thinking of 

 I automatically think of what Betty and Veronica would always tell me..


 No chance, no way I won’t say it, no, no 

 I internally laugh because that’s always my response whenever Betty or Veronica say I should admit my love.


You swoon, you sigh why deny it, uh-oh


It’s too cliche I won’t say I’m in love

 I thought my heart had learned its lesson

 It feels so good when you start out

 My head is screaming get a grip, girl 

Unless you’re dying to cry your heart out. 

 After that verse I feel my head is screaming with joy! That finally someone or a song actually understands what’s it’s been trying to tell me. And that thinking of Jughead in a romantic way is wrong and I shouldn’t even bother.


You keep on denying 

 Who you are and how you’re feeling 

 Baby, we’re not buying 

 Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling

 Face it like a grown-up When ya gonna own up 

That ya got, got, got it bad 

 Once again Betty and Veronica’s words just keep playing … 


 You’re way off base I won’t say it

 Get off my case I won’t say it 

 I feel myself now having an internal conflict That it’s true .. that I’ll actually never say whatever my heart is telling me. 


Girl, don’t be proud It’s O.K. you’re in love

 The last line of the song is the line that hit my heart like a ton of bricks.


 Oh At least out loud, I won’t say I’m in love 

 When the song ended I feel like my heart has been warmed, that even though I’m in love with Jughead, I’ll never say it out loud. By the end of the movie, Megara and Hercules are happy together after Hercules saves her. And I feel like crying at how much he loves Her after everything she did. 

 Officially the movie is over and I turn to Jughead to speak but Jughead had something to say. “Y/N I need to tell you something.” I could hear the doubt in his voice but ignore it and nod for him to continue.

 Suddenly, I feel his right hand grabbing my side of my face and he pulls me in and kisses me. I feel like my stomach is doing flips and my heart is beating 100 miles per hour, but all I do is kiss back and letting this moment live

. When we pull away a whisper from Jughead is said “ will you be my Meg and I your Hercules?”