Running into your ex’s was usually not a good experience and usually you were fairly good at avoiding ex boyfriends that is until you bumped into Jack Wilder.
“Er Jack” you said awkwardly, nervously about where this conversation was going to go.
“Hey, you look good” Jack replied giving you a slight smirk. You hated to admit it to yourself but he was still very attractive as well. You would never tell him that though, his ego was a big enough already.
I hope we get at least one scene prior to Friday’s which we’ve seen in the preview which shows a thawing between Chas and Robert. Because yes she has to pretend that everything is still hunky dory, and I do think that she saw something different when they went to visit Aaron, something which made her understand Robert’s actions. But for her to go from saying how much she hates him, to this?
And I know it’s difficult because plot reasons for Lucy leaving, and also because we’re in this weird limbo state where things are just up in the air whilst they wait for someone to hit that ‘gravity on’ button, but a bit of piecing together the picture for the sake of story and continuity would be nice.
Request: Can I get a scenario with Monsta X’s Wonho? Can you make it angst but then fluffy? I really wanted to read a scenario with an angst Wonho X3 It can be about anything~ Member: Wonho (Monsta X) Word Count: 1.2k A/N@sakuangelnarufox ugehuig im super bad at angst in general which is why it took me like 3 days to come up with this but i hope its okay ;; -Admin Madi
Dating an idol really sucked sometimes.
It wasn’t all that bad when you were able to see Wonho happily reading comments of how much his fans loved him, and how they wished him well and to be healthy. It was heart warming when he would call you excitedly to talk about a gift he received at a fansign and how their palms were slightly sweaty and shaky as he steadied them.
It was basically common law that when Wonho was over the moon, you were right there alongside him. It was how your relationship worked.
It was only during the promotion cycle when things really plummeted. Your days together became limited, and with his popularity rising, you went from seeing him every few days, to weeks, to months.
You were accustomed to waking up to an empty bed, frigid body and apologetic “i’m sorry” message every other day. It was how things were.
You told yourself that it was okay. It was a part of his job to be busy, running around and being all over the place constantly. You told yourself that you didn’t mind only seeing his face on a TV screen and didn’t care that he always forgot to return your messages. It stung, but you knew he had better things to do.
On days when you were able to see Wonho, he was so exhausted that you never spoke for more than 10 minutes until ending up in bed. His body felt heavy on your own as he slept for hours upon hours. You told yourself that you were glad that he was getting the rest he deserved, and that hearing his heartbeat was more than enough.
It wasn’t. You really tried to convince yourself that your heart wasn’t breaking.
A/N: So this is something small, sorry, but I felt like writing today. I’m still new to this and I thought why not practice more. Let me know how this turned out, your opinions really do matter to me, thanks lovelies, happy reading! x
One day, I met a boy. He had long hair, and wore it down like an angel. I’ve never seen one of course but I’m sure Harry came close to looking like one.
“My name is Harry Styles,” he said with a charming smile.
“My name is Sue Evans,” I answered and then we smiled at one another.
Harry became my best friend. We talked about our idols, music and coffee with just enough sugar and cream. What I thought we had was a fairy-tale dreamland with perfect moments where we never ran out of things to say or do.
-Blue is the Warmest Color
-A Perfect Ending
-Lost and Delirious
-Imagine Me and You
-The World Unseen
-I Can’t Think Straight
“Can you guys imagine what is was like for me, just for a second?! She comes in here, skips small talk, sits her baby down right there and tells me straight to my face that I need to take him in because that’s your baby and she doesn’t want him anymore! I begged her to stay but she said her flight was flying out soon! Can you believe that?! I couldn’t imagine anyone abandoning their kid with total strangers!”
“Forsythe Pendleton Jones!” You shouted angrily making Jughead freeze. You know when your mother calls your full name you’re dead? At that moment Jughead realized this but it wasn’t his mother who was gonna kill him it was you.
“[Y/N] mad at me” Jughead muttered under his breath “I don’t remember what I did but I know it’s bad if she’s calling me Forsythe”.
With a sigh Jughead stood up and walked toward you, hands up in defence.
“Whatever it is I’m sorry. Just don’t call me Forsthye again I’m begging you”.
hey hEY GRAY, remember when i told you about my dream of you and me in harry potter with cats and shit?? well i had it again somehow but this time i stabbed myself with the wand??? like idk why didn't i die but i saw you grabbing all of the cats and running into a pool and then i teleported somehow over to you and i just stated swimming with the wand still in my stomach and i then woke up
Warnings: swearing, mild fighting, brief descriptions of past gore
Prompt: Carl and Negan get handcuffed together, and the latter “loses” the key.
“You did what?!”
Carl Grimes’ angered voice rang through the Sanctuary, the shrill pitch having sliced through the heavy wood of Negan’s bedroom door like it was Michonne’s katana.
Negan smirked, pulling the younger man closer by their handcuffed wrists, ghosting the fingertips of his free hand along the boy’s pale cheekbone. He laughed as Carl flinched away, face going red with fury and embarrassment.
“I lost the key, kid,” Negan said, tone nonchalant. “So it looks like you’re stuck with me.”
Carl silently fumed, stepping away from the older man as he yanked futilely on the cool metal cuff around his slender wrist, wincing as it bit painfully into his skin.
“Hey now,” Negan said quickly, his calloused hand catching Carl’s bony one, only to gently pull it away from chain connecting the two of them. “Stop that shit. You’ll hurt yourself.”
Carl scowled deeply, yanking his hand out of Negan’s grip. “What do you care?” He spat, narrowing his stormy blue eye. “You we’re gonna chop this fuckin’ arm off yourself not too long ago!”
Negan rolled his eyes, sighing heavily. “That was then, this is now. And right now, I don’t want an adolescent boy bleeding all over my fucking carpet.”
Carl shoved Negan’s chest with his free hand, baring his teeth almost animalistically. “You shoulda fucking thought about that before you handcuffed together!” He growled, his entire body visibly agitated.
Negan’s eyes widened at the teen’s outburst, but quickly narrowed as he grabbed Carl’s free hand again, grip much tighter this time.
“Stop acting like a fucking brat,” he hissed, all humor gone from his tone. “With the shit that’s gone down in your lifetime? You’ve been in plenty of worse situations–so stop pissin’ ‘n moanin’ ‘bout this one.”
Carl visibly flinched at the older man’s sudden change in demeanor, but continued glaring at him defiantly nonetheless.
“You’re right that I’ve been in worse situations than this–much fucking worse–but I would father relive all of them than spend another minute chained to you,” he spat venomously.
Negan was surprised by how much Carl’s words hurt. He felt himself sit down on the couch heavily, noticing the teen stumble slightly out of the corner of his eye. The older man sighed, scrubbing his free hand over his face.
“Am I really that bad?” He asked, voice tired.
Carl was quiet for a long moment, from shock or ponderance, Negan wasn’t sure.
“You killed my best friend,” he finally said, as if that was answer enough. Negan looked up sharply, meeting the teen’s conflicted gaze.
“The redhead–he was your best friend?” He asked, doubt lingering in his tone. Carl’s eye narrowed, and he shook his head.
“No, Abraham wasn’t my best friend,” he answered, making sure to make his bitterness over Negan not knowing his victim’s name obvious. “I’m talking about Glenn. The one who’s pregnant wife you threatened to murder right before his eyes. The one you mocked for trying to tell her he loved her one last time. The one who was always, always there for me when no one else was. He was my best friend. And you killed him.”
Carl’s breathing was ragged, and unshed tears blurred his vision. He waited for Negan to say something stupid, to dismiss the murder of his friends like he always did, but an uncomfortable number of minutes had passed, and yet, the man hadn’t spoken.
“Fucking say something, you asshole!” The teen finally snapped, getting up in Negan’s space and grabbing his collar. Deep down, he knew that he shouldn’t be cussing the man out, nor threatening him, but for some reason, he felt invincible–as if no punishment would befall him.
“The fuck do you want me to say, kid?!” Negan spat, latching his free hand on to Carl’s collar, mimicking the boy’s action. “That I’m sorry? Because I fucking am, okay!? I’m really fucking sorry I bashed your best friend to death in front of his pregnant wife! And no matter how many fuckin’ times I say it was your redneck, hillbilly Daryl’s fault, I know that’s not the fuckin’ truth! I’m the one who picked up the damn bat, and I’m the one who smashed in Glenn’s skull! It’s my fuckin’ fault he’s dead, and I’m sorry!”
Carl’s jaw was dropped, his eye wide in shock as he tried to process the words that Negan had said. His grip on the man’s collar loosed, his limp hand eventually falling back to his side. Negan’s did the same, the only thing left connecting them being the stupid pair of handcuffs.
“That’s all you had to say,” the teen finally whispered, sitting down on the couch next to Negan. Belatedly, he realized their thighs were touching, the thin material of their jeans the only thing separating them. Carl thought about moving his leg, but found the pressure somehow comforting, and he scooched it closer instead. If Negan noticed, he didn’t comment.
“That all I had to say,” the older man mimicked, as if in a trance. He let his head fall into his hands again, elbows resting on his knees. After a while, he felt thin fingers wrap themselves around his lower thigh, squeezing lightly. Much later, a silent, brown-haired head took their place.
“That’s all you had to say,” Carl mumbled reassuringly, letting his eye fall closed as he felt the jean’s of Negan’s pants rub against his cheek. Negan hummed deeply in response, unable to stop his calloused hand from resting itself on the teen’s head, rubbing circles into his scalp. He heard Carl sigh in content at the feeling, and he knew the kid must’ve been loopy from exhaustion. Once he was sure Carl was fully asleep, Negan leaned over, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his forehead.
“Thank you,” he whispered, closing his eyes. “Thank you.”
Charles has helped you a lot. Just when you thought things couldn’t get worse, when it seemed as if there was no hope left he showed up in your life and reminded you that there indeed hope.
There was one day where you were feeling particularly down and Charles could tell so he sat you down and started up a conversation. By now you really trusted the professor and told him about everything you were feeling.
“[Y/N]” Charles said looking you straight in the eye. You couldn’t remember a time he’s looked more serious “you are worth more than you think. You deserve to be happy, you deserve to learn how to be happy and I promise I’ll help you with that".
Frank doesn’t understand for a second why you need an umbrella, you’re wearing a jacket with a hood, there’s really no need for one but he doesn’t say a thing. He watches you struggle to extend it, a small smile playing at his lips as you curse under your breath and look at him with a scowl.
“Don’t be rude, Frank.” You say, knowing that look all too well. He was not about to laugh at you.
The metal and plastic pinch your fingers, irritating you further as you continue to try and extend it. Maybe, you needed a new one and just toss this one out. Just as the clip pinches your finger again, the umbrella extends, practically flying at Frank who doesn’t expect it. He’d really been focused on you rather than the umbrella.
You hear the pained ‘oof’ that comes from Frank and you try to hold back your laughter.
“Oh, Frank!” You giggle out, covering your mouth and shaking your head. “I’m so sorry.”
He gives you a look of doubt as he stands up straighter, the pain subsiding. “Oh, I’m sure you are, sweetheart, considering you’re laughin’ up a storm.”
“I am, it’s just really funny. Big, tough Frank getting taken down by an umbrella.”
Frank rolls his eyes and picks up your umbrella that you seem to have forgotten. “You better be using this.”
You push yourself up, kissing his cheek and smile at him. “Wouldn’t want you going through pain for nothing, baby.”