An overdue list of my favourite pieces and fic writers! The following is a collection of Jungkook x reader fics. A big thank you to all the fic writers included for inspiring me and above all sharing such amazing stories!
was amazing! Emotional and action packed with zinging dialogue.
What struck me
most was how full circle it was. “Missing” sets up the heroes versus
villains battle that will come to fruition in the finale, but it also kicks off
the basic question Oliver must ask: What makes a hero? What makes a villain?
Those concepts are not always rigid. In fact, the very essence of hero and
villain is fluid.
Oh… and did I mention there’s an
Olicity reunion scene?
Summary: After giving Yugyeom an eyeful of your slinky undergarments, you use the incident as fodder to tease him, but the tease might have gone too far this time.
Requested by anon! I don’t know why it took me so long to finish this, but here we go!
That sing-songy voice rang out across the room and sent a
cringe through your body. You absolutely hated when Yugyeom called you that,
even though it was accurate. You were older than him, sure, but he had a way of
teasing you about it that dug at you. You wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off
his face when he said it.
Warnings: kinda spoilers if you haven’t seen season 5.
A/N: Might turn this into like a mini series thing because it kinda ends on a cliffhanger. Also it was really hard to write my sin-namon roll Lucifer as a bad guy because I love him too much (I literally use quotes from the show in this though aha, I guess I block out all of the bad things he does).
requests for one shots/imagines are open.
A loud gasp escaped your lips as you were flung to the side
of the room. Breathing heavily, you reached up touching your head wiping away
the blood which was dripping down your face. Lucifer walked over to your limp
body before smirking and letting out a small laugh.
“Broken. Flawed! Abortions.” Lucifer announced as he lifted
his foot ready to stomp down hard on your neck.
Instantly, Lucifer’s body was flung onto the opposite side
of the room, painfully you pushed yourself into a sitting position looking up
to see Gabriel running towards your weak body. His arms snaked around your waist
as you leaned into his chest. Leaning down, he placed a kiss into your hair.
“Guys! Get her outta here.” Gabriel ordered to Sam and Dean
after giving you a long kiss on the forehead.
Sam and Dean dragged you away from your boyfriend but you
thrashed and screamed not wanting to be taken away from him. You knew what he
was doing was suicide and that if you left Gabriel there would be a hundred
percent chance you would never see him again. You continued to kick and scream as
both Sam and Dean pulled you towards the door, you looked up into your
boyfriend’s eyes seeing sadness and love radiating off of them.
flicked his hand and the Winchester brother’s grips on your arms were released
as they were blown back out of the room, the door closing quickly and locking
behind them. Almost as soon as you were free from Sam and Deans grip, you ran
back over to Gabriel pulling him into a passionate kiss which he quickly
responded to, his wings wrapped around you protectively.
“Over a girl. Gabriel, really?” You and Gabe pulled away
from each other when Lucifer spoke but his arm and wing were still wrapped around
you pulling you protectively into his chest, “I mean I knew you were slumming,
but I hope you didn’t catch anything.”
“Lucifer, you’re my brother. And I love you. But you are a
great big bag of dicks.” Gabriel spoke seriously causing you to giggle slightly
making him look down at you and smile. His hand stroked your waist back and
forth to calm you down from the situation you were both in. “I’m sorry Lucifer,
I truly am, but I am in love with Y/N, she is my soulmate and I would do
anything to protect her.” Gabriel dropped his archangel blade into his hand.
Lucifer’s head shot up once he heard the word ‘soulmate’, it
had been thousands upon thousands of millenniums since an angel had found a
soulmate and now he stood in front of one.
“Soulmate?” Lucifer spoke quietly to himself, confusion
laced his voice and his face contained a shocked expression. Out of all of the
possible outcomes to today that Lucifer could have thought of, this was
definitely not one of them. His brother had found his soulmate and he was in
complete and utter shock until the reality of what was supposed to be happening
came crashing down quickly around him.
That’s when it happened almost too fast. With a flick of the
wrist, you were ripped out of the comfortable hold of your boyfriend and thrown
into Lucifer’s arms, an archangel blade pressed firmly against your neck. Your
eyes flicked up to your boyfriend, he looked completely and utterly broken.
“Please Lucifer, don’t do this!” Gabriel begged, “Do
whatever you want with me, just leave Y/N out of this.”
“Hm, Y/N… I quite like that name,” Lucifer replied before
pressing the blade deeply into your neck.
Pain shot through your body as your throat filled up with
blood and you gargled. You reached out to your boyfriend as darkness took over
and your body fell to the floor.
“NO!” Gabriel screamed rushing over to your limp body,
taking it into his hands as he rocked your empty body back and forth stroking a
hand through your hair.
Tears overflowed his eyes when he heard the sound of
fluttering wings fill the quiet room, he looked up to see Lucifer had gone
leaving only him in the room, crying over your dead body.
You gasped loudly jolting up quickly, a hand reaching for
your neck as you panted heavily. Confusion overcame you as there was no blood
or any sign that you had your neck sliced open.
You quickly looked around the room and were shocked when you
laid eyes on the person sat watching you next to the bed you were laid on.
After a little…thinking time, I have decided to write this last volume in sight of the fact that there is something we failed to discuss earlier.
In the words of the great poet William Shakespeare, “Some are born as a fuckboy, some achieve fuckboy-hood, and some have fuckboy-hood thrust upon them.” Okay, yes, I changed it a LITTLE. But that’s beside the point. In this volume, we will be addressing the third version, those that have “fuckboy-hood thrust upon them” which I will henceforth reference as a “convert.” Often times, these are guys who have experienced emotional trauma in a romantic relationship, but instead of working toward a healing resolution, they will compensate by seeking comfort in… something else.
Jung Hoseok, a name that anyone- nay, EVERYONE in the Middle Earth dormitory has heard.
Jung Hoseok, the dancer, the straight A student, the part time waiter in the university’s only sit-down restaurant.
Jung Hoseok, the most notorious fuckboy on campus.
See, rumor has it, he keeps this list, a LITERAL list. It has no title and no explanation, but neither is ever really necessary. It only consists of names…about three hundred of them, though the general consensus stands that slightly more than half are crossed out. And let’s just say it’s not because he’s handing out party invitations.
So obviously, when you moved into your Middle Earth apartment, having transferred over from another university, within the first two days you knew who he was and that you should stay the hell away from him at all costs.
You want NOTHING to do with Jung Hoseok.
It’s not that he’s trouble, because let’s face it, you are NO stranger that word in any sense, but rather your avoidance of him has everything to do with how you first met and what he said to you. Or maybe what he didn’t say.
The empty carton of cigarettes stares back at you with a vengeance, the last one poised between your fingers.
By now, one would think you’d learn to keep a reserve, but NO. You let your vices eat you alive and then cyclically get angry when you neglect them out of laziness. You shrug, skillfully flicking on your lighter before letting the tip of the flame kiss the edge of the cigarette.
Fine. Whatever. Learn nothing, that’s okay too.
Taking a thoughtful drag, shifting your position at the base of the tree, you pull out this quarter’s class schedule and the campus map to look them over one last time instead of watching students pass between small dormitory buildings, meeting neighbors, greeting friends.
As you have or desire neither, you devote your attention to the paper, pretending to be thoroughly interested in wherever the hell “Science Lecture Hall B” is located- especially as some boy decides that out of ALL the decorative trees to sit under, he’ll be occupying the space under YOURS.
“You know this is a smoke free campus, right?” he deposits his book bag beside the trunk, looking at you like you just killed a man.
You arch an eyebrow, unsure whether to be irritated or curious, “You know I don’t actually care, right?”
“Great, because I don’t either,” he laughs at his own bad joke, taking a seat and stretching out his legs. You’ve got to admit (or I’ll force you to), he’s a little attractive with his bright smile, tanned skin, lean frame, and dark, feathery hair- but oh GOD is that a choker?
“Fantastic,” you smirk before taking a long drag and blowing the smoke right into his face, hating the burning, but loving the coughing fit your new companion bends into.
“Was that…really necessary?” he bats at the air, action so (possibly unintentionally) comical that it makes you laugh. The boy seems to take this as the go-ahead to continue, “You got a name?”
“Would you believe me if I said no?” you’re more amused than anything at this point, ego being stroked fervently by his insistence on finding everything you say hilarious. You want to believe your interactions are reluctant, but the smile on your face as you tell him your name says otherwise.
He extends his hand for a shake and you’re one hundred percent ready to accept the greeting until he says, “I’m Hoseok. Jung Hoseok.”
You immediately retract, having skimmed the skin of his palm, watching him now with a look of disgust. His smile falls.
“Did I do something wrong?”
You stand, shoving your schedule into your bag so haphazardly that it audibly crumples, “Don’t think I haven’t heard your name before. I know what you are.”
“What I am…?”
You decide to not grace him with an answer, opting instead to walk away. But the persistent boy follows.
“Wait, what do you mean? I don’t understand.”
If your roommate hadn’t warned you about him, you might think Hoseok is actually upset by your leaving, rather than simply pining for attention. If your name is on that notorious list of his, you want absolutely nothing to do with him- a thought that I encourage enthusiastically.
You drop the cigarette, stomping on the smoldering end until satisfied, words gruff, “You don’t NEED to understand. Now, unless you have a pack of smokes that you want to share, we’re done here.”
*Elaboration: first impressions are not always correct and should not be used to judge the ENTIRETY of a person, but rather your impression of them should based in what they do to maintain a good image or repair a bad one.
(Y/N) is the new student at Beacon Hills High School and she has a secret. Being born blind, she was never able to see a thing, until she was attacked by a wild animal. To this day she has never told anyone about it. So will she do it now?
“Have a nice day,” my mom said with a smile. I ignored her and rolled my eyes behind my dark sunglasses.
“We’ll see about that,” I finally spoke out. Before my mother could respond I opened the door of the car and quickly shut once I was outside. My mom didn’t try to go after me. She had already failed enough to know that it wouldn’t help anyone. Instead, she drove away, leaving me in front of the big and old building of Beacon Hills High School.
I rummaged through my bag until I found my white cane. I grabbed it and unfolded it. Once I was sure it was on complete length, I made my way to the entrance. I could feel the eyes on me. But I was already used to it. It only happened for whole my life.
I was born blind. I will always remember when I was four and heard my mom crying the day before my first day of school. “Why couldn’t she be normal,” she cried to my father. It crushed my little heart. Fortunately school itself wasn’t too bad. The bad thing was that when I was 13, my dad had gotten a new job which was a result of a lot of moving around the country. Beacon Hills High would be my… 8 school. But my parents promised me that it will be the last one before college.
So, yeah. I was born blind, but I can see actually now. A few years ago, I was in the woods with my parents when I got attacked by some wild animal. It resulted in me going to the hospital and staying there for three weeks in the intensive care. At least that’s what people told me, because I was unconscious for most of it. The weird thing was, that when I woke up, I could see. I could see the hospital room, the bed I was in, everything. I never told anyone about it. Not even my parents. I knew that it would rise up weird questions and they would probably send me to a secret lab to get me checked out. ´
I walked until my cane hit the stairs. I sighed just when a female voice behind me asked if I needed some help.
“Oh no, I’m fine. But thank you.” I smiled to the girl. I looked at her through my glasses. Fortunately she didn’t see that. How could I explain why I - a blind person - was eyeing her down.
The girl was shorter than me. She had long fiery hair and she was wearing a light sundress. She gave me a kind smile.
“Well, let me at least help you get to your locker.”
“That would be great.” I smiled. We walked together up the stairs and when we got to the door and she held it open for me. I ticked around with my stick and thanked her again.
“I’m Lydia by the way.”
“(Y/N)” I introduced myself. Lydia guided me through the busy hallway and talked about the school and her friends: “I’m sure you’ll love them.” We walked for a few more seconds before Lydia finally realised she was missing some major piece of information.
“228,” I said before she could even ask me.
“How did you know?”
“I assumed you will ask me sooner or later.” I smiled and I saw her let out a small laugh.
“Well, here it is,” we stopped in front of a locker.
“Lydia, could you tell me on which number the lock is positioned?”
“Uhm, it’s a five,”
“Thanks.” I touched around on my locker for the lock and once I got it, I started to twist it to get my combination. It finally unlocked and I started to get my books out. One by one, I felt for the letters and started to think when I was gonna need them. In the meantime, Lydia had to get her own books, so she said goodbye and that she would meet me at lunch. So I was, again, all alone. I had no idea what to do now. I closed my locker and unfolded my schedule paper. I felt the small dots:
I turned around from my locker, on the other side of the hall, right opposite of me, there was a boy. He was trying to stuff in his already packed locker.
I though. He was also my only option, because for some reason, this hallway was completely empty.
I took my cane and started to walk towards him. I waved it around slightly until I lightly hit his ankle. He immediately turned around. He seemed confused at first, but when he saw my cane his expression changed to a softer one.
“Hey,” I smiled, “I was wondering if you could, maybe, guide me to my lesson.”
“What gives me the honor of this,” he laughed, but I could hear that he meant it in a kind way.
“Because, from what I could hear, we are the only people in this hallway.”
“Right.” his wide smile dropped a bit. “So what class so you have?”
“Uhm, Econ from a certain mr FInstock.” I told him. His smile returned as quickly as it vanished.
“Great, that’s where Iḿ heading off to too.” He offered his hand for me to shake, “My name’s Stiles.”
“(Y/N), nice to meet you.” I held out my hand a bit more to the left than his hand was. Stiles quickly realised his mistake and took my hand from the direction I was pointing it at.
“Nice to meet you too.” he shook it.
I have been here for less than 15 minutes, I have already been pleasantly surprised by a few people. It almost never happened that somebody opened the door for me. Or didn’t correct me when I didn’t hold out my hand in the right direction. Obviously I do it not to look suspicious, but I will always remember when it wasn’t just an act and when I was really blind. I couldn’t see a damn thing in front of me and people always used to talk about it like it was nothing. But here, it was already different. Especially the next thing.
“Here, take my hand. Than you can get rid of that cane.”Stiles offered. He out his hand on mine and I gladly grabbed it. With my other hand, I folded my cane and put it in my bag. For a second I thought if he maybe had a blind relative, but I couldn’t really figure it out. He was a big mystery, just like me…
“Ladies and Gentleman, this will be the last stop, please step out.” he badly mimicked train conductor but I still couldn’t help but laugh. We walked into the classroom, still hand in hand, and he only let me go when I was seated. Stiles took the seat next to me.
Soon after, the bell rang and the rest of the class walked in, followed by a man who looked like he was electrocuted and after that still had drunk a couple of cups of coffee.
“Alright, everybody, get your books out.” he said as he sat on the corner of his desk. I felt around in my bag for the book with the dots that spelled out
and after some time, I finally found it. I put it on the table, together with a small recorder to record the notes. It would be a bit hard to write for me, I figured.
Once I had all my stuff ready, I realised that the teacher had not said on which page we should open our books. He had written it on the board. Clearly, he did not know about me, or he was too stubborn to care about it.
I was about to get a small panic attack, when from beside me, Stiles whispered: “page 63.”
“Thank you.” I replied just as softly as he did.
“Who can summarise last lessons reading. No, not you Greenberg, everybody knows you can.” mr Finstock practically yelled into the classroom. He looked around the classroom, until his eyes spotted me. My heart skipped a few beats. I knew what was coming.
“You, knew girl. What’s your name?” I stuttered out my name and, again, I could feel all eyes on me. Except for Stiles’. He was switching his look from me to the teacher as if he was watching a tennis match.
“Okay, new girl. I assume you didn’t do the reading. So, come upfront and tell us something about yourself.” I stood up, shakingly. Right when I was already standing, I realised that I didn’t have my cane. Then I heard something: “Just walk straight on. There are no bags. You’re safe.” it was Stiles. Very slowly, I made my way to the front of the class. Then I turned around and all those eyes made me sick. Everybody was staring at me.
“And take those glasses off, weŕe inside.” a boy in the back said loudly. Some people started to laugh, but the majority had seen me already in the hallways and knew why I had them. But still, that prick wanted a show, so I would give him one.
I took of my glasses and this was followed by a girl screaming. Apparently no body expected the gruesome scar that was splitting most of my face in half. The boy that seemed so happy with himself just seconds ago, looked as if he was going to puke. What was surprising to me was, that Stiles didn’t look bothered at all with my appearance.
“Well, My name is (Y/F/N), I am 16 years old and as you have figured: I am blind.” it was completely silent. “But the funny thing is,” I laughed a bit, “is that this-” I pointed around on my face, “is not the reason of it. You see, I was born blind and a few years ago I got attacked by a wild animal in the woods and this is how I got it.” the girl that screamed before, was looking paler and paler. I smiled widely, maybe a bit crazy looking with my top half of the face totally messed up. “Hopefully we can all be great friends.” at the end, I turned my head a bit in the direction of the prick that was still looking as if he was gonna be sick in a matter of seconds.
“Alright.” mr Finstock said after a moment of silence, “let’s get you back in your seat. Stilinski, get over here.” Stiles stood up and walked over to me. I had put on my glasses again and he helped me get to my seat.
“That was amazing,” Stiles told me once we were seated.
After that class, I decided to just keep holding my cane the whole time. If the teachers would see that, they would understand why I have my glasses and I wouldn’t have to traumatize more kids… as fun as that was.
“Let’s go get some food,” Stiles said as we walked out of English classroom. We passed a lot of people. Through my glasses, I could see them looking at me and whispering. I decided to play a little game myself, so every time I saw someone whispering I would turn my head towards them and look straight into their eyes. Obviously they didn’t see that I was looking at them. One girl even screamed and ran away.
We turned a few corners and walked through a couple of hallways until, we had reached the cafeteria. It was packed, which made me a bit nervous.
“Alright, so hold my hand and just follow me,” Stiles reassured me, as if he knew how anxious I was. I reached out for his hand which he quickly took and we made our way through the space that was filled with screaming teenagers, until we stopped at a table in the far corner. There were already some people sitting there, including Lydia.
“Okay, (Y/N), let me introduce you to everybody. First we got Scott,” he pointed to a boy that was sitting at the table. Scott was tall and actually quite muscular, but he hid it under baggy sweatshirt. His hair was short and black. He gave me a kind of a crooked smile.
“Next we have Kira, she’s Scott’s girlfriend.” Stiles explained. Kira was a skinny girl with long dark hair. She waved a bit awkwardly as she was eating her lunch and had taken a huge bite of her sandwich right when Stiles introduced her to me.
“Then we have Lydia.”
“We have already met,” Lydia interrupted my guide.
“Okay, so that leaves Malia,” he introduced the girl that was sitting opposite of Lydia. She looked much taller than any of the other girls (including me) and also a bit wild. She looked at me with a confused expression.
“You smell weird. What are you?” I was taken aback by her question, just like everyone else at the table. Lydia clearly kicked her because Malia let out a small yelp and gave Lydia a look.
“I’m… blind,” I said a bit uncomfortably.
“Well, that was everybody here,” Stiles said after a short moment of awkward silence.
“Hey!” a voice came from behind Malia. It was a boy, that was clearly younger than anyone at the table.
“Oh, right. That’s Liam. He’s kind of an idiot.” Stiles whispered the last part to me as he let me sit down next to Liam.
“And that’s Stiles. He’s a total dick by the way.” Liam said as I sat down next to him, what made me giggle for a bit. From the corner of my eye, I could see that Scott was looking at me a bit weirdly. Just like Malia did before.
The rest of the day went by smoothly. Definitely better than I had expected. Even though I kept on getting strange looks from both Malia and Scott, everybody was very nice to me.
After the last lesson had ended, Kira offered to take me to the exit. I found out that she was actually a really funny girl. A bit awkward, but also very funny. And apparently, she was half Japanese, half Korean.
“Well, I love sushi.” I said.
“Great. The rest don’t really like it.” she said.
“They don’t know what they are missing.” I told her. Kira smiled and then started to tell me a story about her “first date” with Scott. Apparently they had dinner at her place (with her parents) and they ate sushi, when Scott ate a whole mouthful of wasabi, because he thought it was guacamole. We both laughed about it until we had reached the car of my mother.
“I will se- talk to you tomorrow.” she had quickly changed her words. I smiled.
“It’s okay,” I assured her, “It would only be weird if I said it.” we started to laugh again and then I got into the car. Kira waved to my mother and then left.
Imagine: In 1919, while looking for ripper Stefan, who went missing nearly a year ago, you have a very pleasant meeting with one the oldest vampires in existence: Klaus Mikaelson.
Warnings: slight smut, bad words and, oh, well, it’s a vampire imagine, there’s gotta be a little blood. haha
N/A - Not quite as you requested, but I hope you like the same way, anon. :) Also, you guys could read this while listening to Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. I heard it repeatedly when I was writing this one.
Word Count: 2326
am aware of the promise I made to sent you a letter every month, so
you know that I’m alive, but things have been a bit messy lately.
Moving from one place to another has not given me much time to write;
actually, my only true focus is finding our brother and getting him
back to his oldself. Perhaps I’ll be able to do that
here in New Orleans, which, by the way, is a wonderful city. You
should be here to see the night lights and cheerful dances.
shucks! That reminded me I have got to meet up with my friend Lexi in
twenty minutes at this famous pub. Apparently, the Original family is
here (yes, the one who created all other vampires) and goes there
every evening, she thought it would be a cool way to blow off some
steam while we don’t find Stefan.
might have a solid point.
I will not extend myself, for I have to leave, however, don’t worry
about me, everything is fine and I got the feeling this it. So, soon
enough, we’ll be joining you in Paris.
miss like crazy those cold winter days…
kisses and hugs to you from your loving sister
dropped the exquisite pen on the table and sighed, thinking that what
you were telling him was more than enough. Sure Damon would be
pleased to hear you were still breathing, because, in his mind,
chasing emotionless Stefan was dead end job. Not that he was wrong,
but you were never the kind of girl who would leave someone behind,
especially if that someone was your own flash and blood.
Salvatore!” A voice cut through the silence of your house. “I
can’t believe you’re not ready yet.”
Lexi.” You smiled and stood up, moving smoothly towards the
majestic mahogany wood wardrobe. “I completely forgot we were
supposed to go out tonight! That’s why I’m not…”
not making any.” This time an angry huff slipped, as you
diverted your eyes to the well hung dresses, not being sure which one
you were going to pick.
blonde woman, who was with arms crossed against the wall next to your
door’s bedroom, rolled her eyes and cave in, as usual, approaching to
help you get dressed. She always had a good eye for those stuff,
making anyone advised by her look hauntinly fabulous.
short time later, after your friend decided what was suitable for the
place, you stared yourself in the mirror, feeling ready to steal any
man’s heart because the baby pink gown you had on highlighted your
every curve, also giving an insinuating gleam to your once innocent
traits. Absolutely perfect to a girls night out.
should go.” Lexi blurted out, after checking on the huge clock
placed in one corner. “It’s getting late.”
sure that doesn’t matter” Your reply was gentle, as you worked
on your Y/H/C wild curls. “But if it means that much to you, we
can go now. And, maybe, we’ll find Stefan there, or at least a lead
on his whereabouts.”
no.” The girl rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “We’re
shutting off the ‘get my baby brother back’ thing for a night.”
Don’t argue with me.” Now her index finger was pointed sharply
on your face. “And listen: I know you love him and that he is
very important. However, not everything is about Stefan. Or Damon.
You are your own person, so live a bit and enjoy the pleasures of
you were not able to shout out a rude response. Instead, after a
couple of minutes, you exhaled tiredly and nodded, agreeing that she
was right. Lexi squeezed the nude skin of your shoulder and you
glanced at her, finding her so sweet and so comforting brown eyes.
we please have some fun now?”
that’s the Y/N I know.”
two shared a quick laugh and left the cosy pension room, going to
your natural habitat: the darkness.
Summary:“The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” You think, after being alive for this long and leading an team of superheroes, Steve Rogers would’ve perfected his communication skills, but apparently, when it comes to women, he just likes to assume, and that is never a good thing.
warning: a lil bit of negative thoughts about the reader (but you’re all v lovely)
You loved him so much it hurt to breathe. And it hurt even more because you knew it could never be.
You were poison. You were bitter, harmful. You were everything that you had never wanted to be.
And you were hopelessly in love with him.
Of course, Kevin immediately figured it out. You had been in love with Jughead Jones since the beginning of freshman year, and with Ronnie always around him, she quickly figured it out too.
Kevin had begun encouraging you to ask the beanie-clad boy out over the summer, claiming that now was the perfect time.
“Betty told me him and Archie had a falling out,” he’d say. “Now is the perfect time to get to know him.”
You had refused, but his insistence only grew, especially when school began and his pleas were joined by Veronica’s.
You had finally had enough and decided to go talk to the brooding boy. It had gone well and in a matter of weeks, you two had become closer than anyone could be
“So when are you going to make your move?” Veronica asked, causing you to blush deeply.
“He doesn’t even like me back,” you mumbled.
“Yes he does! And you should do it soon, I know for a fact that Betty is also pining for his attention,” Veronica called over her shoulder as she walked away.
You were left standing alone, your smile fading as you processed Veronica’s words. Betty Cooper liked Jughead Jones.
“Oh,” you muttered to yourself.
No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t find it in you to hate Betty Cooper. She was your friend, and she couldn’t help it if she also liked Jughead. Thinking it over, you came to a decision: you wouldn’t stand in the way of their happiness.
You distanced yourself from him, never meeting up with him at Pop’s anymore and answering his texts with short, one-word responses.
Everyone was worried, especially Jughead. He had gone to Kevin and Veronica, asking what was wrong with you. They didnt have an answer. But he never asked you.
“The poor boy is convinced you hate him!” Kevin exclaimed.
“What? That’s not true!” you replied.
“Well then you better tell him that,” Veronica said. “He doesn’t talk about you anymore.”
Making your way to the Blue & Gold office, you decided it was time to talk to Jughead.
You stood outside, ready to knock, when you saw them. They were sitting in front of a laptop and Betty looked so happy.
You walked away.
You stopped and turned around. It was Jughead. He had seen you walking away and followed you.
You turned on your heel and walked off, hearing quick footsteps as Jughead caught up with you.
“(Y/N) please. What did I do?” He asked.
You sighed before turning to him and smiling. “Nothing Juggie. I just had to get some stuff sorted out.”
He nodded, a shy smile making its way onto his face. “Pop’s tonight? Same time as always.”
You smiled and nodded before walking away.
You never showed up. You left Jughead alone at the diner, just waiting for you to arrive.
Your friendship had ended. You avoided him at all costs, not wanting to interact with him anymore. You weren’t worth it. Jughead was strong, intelligent, and caring.
You were not.
Veronica had finally had enough and cornered you one day, confronting you about your behaviour.
“You have to talk to him,” she said.
“Hey Ronnie, nice weather we’re having huh?” You greeted.
“Shut up. You have to speak to him.”
“No Ronnie. I don’t.”
“You guys are great together! You both deserve to know how you feel about each other, especially now that-”
You cut her off. “No Ronnie. I am not going to say anything. You don’t get it do you? Jughead is amazing. He’s the kind of guy to drop everything just to make sure that you’re ok. He’s such a good person, the kind of person that Betty deserves. They’re good for each other and I’m not going to jeopardize Jughead’s happiness.”
Veronica’s expression hardened. “And who gave you the right to decide what makes them happy? We never know how things work out. What if they’re meant to end up with someone else?”
Your face softened. “Veronica, you like Betty.”
Veronica nodded, turning around and walking away. “You’re just as good for him as Betty is. Keep that in mind.”
You ignored her words as you walked the opposite way, crashing into someone as you turned the corner.
Your anger flared up as you noticed Jughead had been listening in. “How much did you hear?”
“Enough,” came his reply.
You stormed off, ignoring his calls. You would never get to know that he felt the same way. You would never get to know that the thing holding him back from having feelings for Betty was his feelings for you.
You would ignore all his attempts to talk to you, taking refuge with Cheryl Blossom to avoid him.
You were poison . And you sure as hell did not deserve someone like Jughead Jones.
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Recap: Part One, 24th May
Where to begin with this? I’m not sure whether to give
opening assessments of the characters first, or line by line details. How about
we start with the characters!
Thomas is just really delightfully funny. You forget that he
doesn’t look like Ron, because he inhabits the character so well. Because he’s
so jovial and bubbly all the time, the second timeline Ron is a stark and
entertaining contrast. I think he’s brilliant, and he’s one of about five or
six cast members who is completely nailing it already.
I adore Rakie. She exudes Hermione’s authority, and she has
this beautiful sort of Hermione-ish quality to her that I’m not sure I ever
personally felt from Noma. She just has this presence about her. I feel so
comfortable when she’s on stage, I trust her implicitly, and she and Thomas
have already given me one of my favourite ever Romione moments.
Helen’s Rose is simply adorable. She’s young and bubbly and
seems like she’s having so much fun. I love how she has no time for Scorpius’s
flirting, and she seems to have such a sweet relationship with her parents.
I was surprised and delighted by how much I liked Jamie. I
was really worried about him, because in the past I don’t have a good track
record of enjoying Harrys who weren’t played by Jamie Parker, but I didn’t have
any issues with him. There were a couple of decisions that he made that I
thought were really beautiful, especially in the second timeline. I could
really feel a change between his normal timeline Harry and how he was in the
second timeline. You could tell, especially at times in that timeline, that he
loves Albus and wants the best for him.
I lot of the good Ginny moments come in Part Two (which I
hadn’t realised; it’s fascinating how a new cast changes the whole balance and
feel of the show), so I don’t think we’ve seen too much of Emma yet. But what I
have seen I’ve liked, especially things she did around the duel scene. I can’t
help but wonder if this cast have rehearsed the second timeline a lot, because that
felt the most complete section of Part One for me.
From the first moment I saw the first photo of Theo in
character, my impression was that he was uptight and insecure and nerdy, and
that’s exactly what we got on stage. The photos and videos actually do give a
really good sense of how these characters are being played, looking back on
them with hindsight. I think Theo is really scared, but there are flashes of
how he will be when he’s relaxed, and I do think we got a small sense of how
he’ll be playing Albus going forward, which is entirely contrary to anything
Sam or Tom ever did (although I actually really like that).
James has always been my favourite Draco. He exudes
confidence and pain, and is one of those actors who’s shining. His Draco feels
the most complete of all the characters on the stage, just because he’s had so
much time to dig into him. I am so excited for his big moments in Act Two. I
should also mention that it helps that James seems to have chemistry with
everyone, from Thomas, to Jamie, to Samuel. All the people you want him to have
There is nothing to be said about Samuel beyond wow. His
Scorpius is nothing like anything we’ve ever seen before. In a similar way to
Theo, it’s the opposite to how Anthony or James played Scorpius. Brimming with
confidence. Enthusiastic and excitable. His crush on Rose is so explicit and
painfully cute. He’s just adorable, and he’s owning this character in a
completely new way. Scorpius is Samuel’s now, and I’m delighted with him.
And with all that initial assessment out of the way, let’s
have a look at the play itself!
I’m Not Really the Best - (Poly!DemoReps x Reader) Part 1
WARNING:Cursing, Fights, LOTS of Fights, Injuries.
A/N: I am finally done with part one. (s/o) btw is also you but in a different perspective (you are your own best friend :DDDDDDD), I might create a poly!hamilsquad x reader once I’m done with this. ALSO BIG SHOUT OUT TO @boss-headcanons for giving me hcs about what the demo reps would order in McDonald’s and for reading the rough drafts I sent them. They are really nice <3 <3 <3
Thomas, Madison, and Burr held hands while they walked towards the food court. Burr in the middle, Maidson on his left and Jefferson on his right. They decided to get something to eat after a long day of shopping. Thomas being Thomas brought along a chaperone to carry the bags who probably went back to put them all in the car. Of course, Madison told him that it wasn’t necessary but he was more stubborn than him so James just sighed and just went along with it.
Words: 1147 Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader Warnings: swearing Requested by anon “Could you do a Pietro imagine where the roles are kinda reversed? Everyone always writes for a shy reader and a cocky Pietro so could you do one where the reader doesn’t seem to be affected by Pietro’s flirting and it throws him for a loop ? [sorry if this makes like no sense] ” AND “Could you write a Pietro imagine where he is supposed to be teaching/training you but he just constantly flirts instead?” Authors Note: FINALLY BACK TO REQUESTS! Also, this was so fucking fun to write. There isn’t much dialouge, but I honestly think it turned out so cool xD
Pietro was the hardest person to find a training partner for. Tony was annoyed by him, Steve didn’t know how to work with him, and Thor played jokes on him for his own amusement. If he were paired up with his sister, they would go easy on each other for trying not to hurt them, and Natasha took none of his shit. That left Clint, who couldn’t work with him for feeling too guilty, and Vision, who needed work on his own. So it seemed that the only one left was you, and you were surprisingly okay to with Pietro.
You had been with the Avengers for a while, but due to your abilities, sometimes you are more needed in other parts of the world more than helping your team. You were the one person that Tony and Bruce would call smarter than them, as one of the best hackers. Not to mention the powerful things you can do with slowing and stopping time, you were important. Who knew what you could do with those powers? But with those things up your sleeves, you were needed internationally to help all around the world, and in other worlds as well.
At the time Ultron was released, Thor sent you to Asgard to help the Warriors figure out a problem going on. You honestly had no idea anything crazy was happening on Earth, you had just assumed that your team was fighting something that you usually saw; just another villain out of their mind and not knowing what they were doing.
But when you came back, right after Ultron was destroyed, you found out it was much more than just an everyday criminal.
@giantcookiez request Hey! Would you be willing to write a soulmate AU between a shy reader x Tony. Possibly where she has abilities that she hides. She could also work for him or another avenger, whatever you feel like! Thank you so so much!! *smut*
Y/n- your name
Y/f/n- your full name
Y/f/a/n-your favorite authors name
Ever since you were a little girl you couldn’t wait to find your soulmate. You would ask your mom if she would tell you how she knew your dad was her soulmate and how you couldn’t wait until you met yours. She giggled and told you it was an indescribable gut feeling. So throughout your life you wondered what they would look like and wondered if they were as shy as you were.
You finally met when you were being interviewed for a job with the avengers. It was a long process and had to be interviewed by all the avengers just to be sure they liked you. Tony was the last person to interview you and you were scared you weren’t going to make a good impression.
Walking out of the lecture hall, you found Calum leaning up against the wall scrolling through his phone. When the students started to pour out of the room he looked up, eyes locking onto you. He sent you a smile as you began walking towards him. “Are you waiting for me?” You asked, a slight smile playing on your lips at the idea.
“I am.” He confirmed, standing up straight so he was taller than you again. “Got a problem with that, Y/L/N?” You shook your head, trying to hide the growing smile.
“Not at all, Hood.” He held his hand out for you to take, which you did. “My class ended a few minutes ago and I wouldn’t mind the company back to the dorm.” He said, pulling you with him to begin walking to the doors.
“Sounds good to me, but don’t you have practice in like 30 minutes?” You asked, checking the time on your phone to see it was 1:33. As soon as you fell into step with him, he dropped your hand, raking his fingers through his hair.
“Yeah, but it won’t take us that long to walk there.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“Are you coming today?” He asked as he held the door open for you. You stepped outside, feeling the heat of the day.
“Yeah, if Charlie does.” You waited for him to fall back next to you.
“What about me?” He laughed, only joking.
“What about you?” You said, earning a grin from him.
The day was packed full of studying and more homework, and you stopped to meet Charlie after practice. You walked back together, after saying hi to Calum and Luke, and now you were back in your room again. Charlie was showering and you were scrolling through Instagram when you got a text from Calum.
Let’s go for coffee, on me?
To which you replied, Right now?
Yeah, let me know when you’re ready and I’ll be at your door
You told him you were ready now, as you hadn’t changed from earlier. A few moments later he was knocking at your door. You wrote on Charlie’s whiteboard that you went for coffee with Calum and took your keys and met him in the hallway.
“Hi, princess.” He greeted, pulling you in for a kiss. You eagerly kissed back, feeling him smile against your lips. He pulled away and brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. The moment didn’t last long as someone was left their room and you two went out the entrance to the hall, wanting to get to the elevator before they did.
You sat down after ordering, Calum sitting opposite of you, putting his wallet back in his back pocket. “So, tell me about you.” You laughed, not expecting him to say that.
“What do you want to know?” You said, leaning on your elbow on the table top.
“The usual, your family, your favorite color. The not usual. Who is Y/n?” He leaned back comfortably against the booth, crossing his legs under the table.
“My favorite color is silver.” You offered.
“You skipped the family part, I think.” He joked, earning a laugh from you.
“Ah, so we’ve hit a soft spot.” He deadpanned, leaning forward and clasping his hands together on the table. “Interesting, do tell me more.” He waited for your response, a grin on his face as he saw you slightly smile.
“You first.” He sighed and you heard the defeat in it.
“I have a sister, Mali Koa.” He explained. “This is for her.” He showed you the tattoo he’d gotten for her. You read the pretty font, looking at the bird and finally putting a meaning to the picture. “These are for my parents.” He held his hands out, showing you the initials on either hand.
“You must love your family.” You concluded as he folded his hands together again.
“And you don’t?” He asked, genuinely curious now.
“I do, just sometimes I don’t like them.” You looked up at the bar as an employee pushed your drink onto the counter and called out your order. You got up and went to retrieve it, grabbing a straw too. As you sat down again he urged you to pick up where you left off and you reluctantly did. “I’m close with my sister, in fact I have a tattoo with her.” His eyebrows raised.
“I didn’t notice a tattoo anywhere on you.” He said in thought, obviously replaying the scene you took place in earlier in the week. You smacked his hand, earning an ow and a smirk from him. “What, princess? I’m just trying to remember what I-ow!” You smacked his hand again and he laughed, pulling back from the table.
“Maybe you didn’t look hard enough.” You said. At that time the barista called out his order and you stood up to go get it. “Please, let me.” You said with a grin of your own, you turned and knew he was looking for it somewhere. You grabbed his drink and a straw and returned and he was still stumped. You slid his drink towards him.
“Where the hell is it?” He asked, giving up on his search. You laughed, turning your head to the side and pulling back your hair so he could see the small heart with the letter F enclosed in it behind your ear. “Ohhh. Well of course I wouldn’t have found that.” He stuck his straw in his drink and took a sip. “So is her name Fiona or something?”
“Francine. She has one just like it with the first letter of my name.” He nodded. “So what’s the story with the rest of your family then?” You took a sip from your coffee, deciding a way to say it.
“My mom and dad are divorced, so Francine and I went back and forth a lot. We didn’t like it and so the relationships with our parents were often strained, but they’ve gotten better over the years. Now my mom is remarried and has a son named Cameron, he’s only 8 but he’s the smartest kid I’ve ever met. He says he wants to be a doctor.” You stopped when you realized how much you’d just let spill out, and he probably didn’t want to know that.
“Why’d you stop?” He asked, leaning on the palm of his hand and gazing dreamily at you. The look he was giving you was making you smile uncontrollably.
“It’s boring, isn’t it?”
“Nothing’s ever boring if I’m doing it with you. Besides, I want to know more about you.” He gave you an award-winning smile that genuinely showed his happiness in the moment and you swore in that moment you loved that and everything else about him. It’d only been a couple weeks, nearing a month, since you two started whatever this was, but it was turning into something deeper by the minute.
And You May Lose Your Heart [Stephen Strange x Reader]
Author’s Note: Buckle up, folks. This is a long one. Ahaaaaa. This took a while to write. I haven’t written anything of this length in ages. But it was actually nice to take my time and really get detailed. Although I probably won’t do fics this long that often lol. Hope you like~
Spoiler Warning: They’re brief, but spoilers are spoilers. So.
On ‘Why I Didn’t Want Season 2 Of Yuri!!! On Ice But Now I Absolutely Do Need It’
listen up guys. I believe we are all pumped for season 2 of Yuri on Ice! While
that is obvious I also want to point out that at the same time the opposite is true, and I’m in
fact super anxious about it!!!
want all the good Victuuri content that could come and should come with season 2. I want it all
the more considering that the ending of season 1 was… not much of an ending.
With no marriage, although the thought was planted in our heads, and not even a
gold medal for Yuuri, the story feels unfinished and incomplete.
whole storyline is about finding strength through love. Naturally, we as the
viewer, automatically root for the protagonist (especially when he is an
endearing inspiring individual like Yuuri, LISTEN I LOVE HIM). But another reason for me was that he was supposed to win thanks to love, and it’s important to note that
among all different kinds of love that Yuuri has finally found in his life, the one that
propelled his development the most was his love for Victor. This is gay and so
the series we’ve been told things like “I’ll prove it with a gold medal”, “love
wins”, “we’ll get married once he wins a gold medal”. Even the gold of the
rings alone could have been read as foreshadowing. And tbh TBH I wanted the
series to end like this!! I wanted gold for Yuuri, lowkey hoped for marriage,
the end! – no season 2.
I didn’t even
think season 2 was a possibility as YoI was airing, not until the very last
minutes of the very last episode. For many reasons like, you know, the mlm
plotline! Or money - it was a low budget anime and we had no idea it would
become this popular. Also, the structure of the general plot suggested a
convenient way to wrap up the series with the GPF (and Yuuri winning gold ffs). Moreover: Stammi Vicino.
Its last words are “let’s leave together, now I’m ready” so I assumed it meant both Victor and Yuuri leaving the ice at the end. (Which would be so romantic and good, at least for Victor, let him rest blease…!). The track list got leaked early on. With Stammi Vicino both at the beginning and at the end as a duetto, it was only logical to assume the story of the song is Crucial. There were just so many signs suggesting it would go like this, but.
The way the
series ended was, to put it softly, surprising (Kubo’s favourite..) To put it
less softly - unnecessary, even disappointing. I really really REALLY wanted
love (gay love!) to win. It didn’t and instead it was Yurio who is a kid and
has much more time to shine than Yuuri.
series is about a sport - unpredictable in itself, yes, however! a writer tells
some kind of a story and has a power to give the events meaning. That’s what we
expect! Yuuri not winning gold frankly has very little meaning. He did improve,
became stronger thanks to love, however, from the perspective of narrative, it
would be more logical to give the protag, who struggled so hard, the gold
But ok ok,
if the writers really wanted to be so surprising and not do that, they could have at least give us the wedding to explicitly show that what Yuuri achieved is enough. I love my boy and he deserved as much.
And did they
really need to give the gold to Yurio? Yuuri lost, and for what exactly? Maybe it’s true, that among those 6 finalists
Yurio was the biggest threat to Yuuri idk. Buuut again, narratively speaking,
Yurio is too young to be getting all the good stuff! Both the gold and the
world record on his debut?? COME ON. Btw dragging Yuuri’s Eros in ep 11 so bad
was just weird and cruel. Especially considering it was after the engaygment!! The scores in GPF were weird in general, that has been discussed enough. Gold for Yurio wasn’t too good for his storyline.. Imho pride
and arrogance were rewarded.
But I don’t want to get into that too much. He is talented and hard-working just… not the one who deserved gold the most.
I realize a
lot of this stuff has been said before but what I’m getting at here is that
time passes by and I do not seem to be able to find my chill. The thing is, I would let it go more easily if
that was any other story, but it is a beautiful happy mlm story and I invested A
LOT of emotions into it.
probably appreciate this storyline more if it was immediately followed by some
positive development, but it was the finale and now we are doomed to sit and
wait, months are passing by and there’s still no solid promise of positive development
that could come with season 2!! And anyway for someone who is so pumped for season 2
I’m so scared to be disappointed by the writers and the fandom both (and the
latter is just bound to happen…) but I NEED it to go forward.
I just wish
Kubo and Sayo were more careful with their writing. I think they do not
comprehend the impact Yuri on Ice had on lgb people. They’re walking on thin
ice (ha ha) with this representation and I may not be a skater but I do have a glass
heart… “The story that never ends" better end, and in a satisfying way!!
Note: As I wrote this to me it just seemed more and more like a cheesy romantic comedy.
Request: Anonymous asked: Can I request something with Oak? I don’t care if there’s smut or not I just need more Oak fics in my life!
Word Count: 2,920 (my longest fic yet, I got a little carried away with this one but Oak deserves it)
Oak: It’s 2am Y/N.
If you were being completely honest with yourself that was pretty much the response you were expecting to get when you texted your boyfriend and asked him to meet you at an all night coffee shop.
Y/N: Yes but I’m already here so you have to come meet me.
You know that no matter how much he protests and tells you that he’s too tired, he wouldn’t let you just sit in a coffee shop alone at 2am. He knows that you could probably take care of yourself if something happened to you but he also likes to be there just to make sure, he likes to protect you.
Oak: Fine but you owe me for this.
You laugh quietly to yourself, not wanting to look crazy to the few other people scattered around the small coffee shop as you sit alone and laugh to yourself. You can imagine him perfectly now, still half asleep as he stumbles around his dark apartment to find clothes to pull on.
“Heyyyy!” Jackson said happily swing his arm around your shoulders as you were walking through the school’s parking lot looking for your car. “You going to Mark’s tonight after the basketball game?!.”
“Uhhhh, idk. Not in the mood for partying Jackson.” You said unlocking your car.
“Well you’re never in the mood for partying” he laughed “but this one you have to come to! Its our last after party for the season! And your a cheerleader! What kind of cheerleader skips out on parties?” He urged leaning on your drivers door not letting you into your car.
“Common Jacks” you said trying to push him over with no progress. “I have hw to get done before the game. And you know I don’t like parties.”
“Yeah but you use to come. So why don’t you anymore?”
“I just don’t want to Jacks.” You said giving up and leaning on the car with him.
“That’s not an answer Y/n. I want a legitimate answer.”
“Because I don’t wanna be around Mark.” You said softly. Jackson sighed.
“I won’t force you anymore then” he said standing up straight facing you. “But just think about okay? It’s our last one.” You nodded. You got into your car and began driving away.
Jackson looked after you until your car disappeared off the lot. He headed back inside for practice before the game. On his way in he ran into Mark talking to some girls. Mark nodded in Jackson direction, Jackson nodded back then headed over to the bleachers.
He didn’t get it. Mark likes you. He knew he did. The dumbass got really drunk one night and spilled the beans to him. So why has Mark been such an ass to you recently? He’s basically just shrugs you off whenever you try to speak to him. He’s surrounded himself with these girls he never had any interest in. But through all of it, Jackson can still see him looking at you the way he always has. Mark still obviously has feelings for you, yet his actions are showing the complete opposite.
Lost in his thoughts Jackson didn’t notice Mark come in for practice. So when Jinyoung asked why you weren’t coming to the gathering, Jackson had told him it was because of Mark. Jinyoung was the only other person who knew your feelings towards Mark, besides Jackson and JB. So Jinyoung understood. But Mark who was standing nearby overheard.
It was a couple of hours later now, the game ended, and you were packing up your duffle to head home. You had been dropped off by you roommate so unfortunately you couldn’t just runaway right after. You were stuck waiting for JB to give you a ride since you were neighbors.
“Y/nnnnnn!” You can hear Jackson’s voice from a distance. You looked up to see him coming out from the locker room followed by the rest of his teammates. JB ran over to you with his duffle in one had and his keys in the other.
“You ready?” He asked.
“Yep just waiting for you.” You smiled.
Jackson, Jinyoung, and Mark had reached you both now.
“So did you change your mind?” Jinyoung asked ruffling your hair. You glanced at Mark who was looking off in another direction. You shook your head.
“No, I don’t think I should go.”
“Why not?!” Jackson whined.
JB swung his arm around you shoulder.
“Let’s just go for a bit, I’ll take you home whenever you want.” JB said.
“You sure you’re not gonna get drunk like the last time?”
“Okay no promises” JB laughed.
“You know I can’t drive a stick shift Jae”
“Then we’ll sleep over no big deal. I have your extra duffle in the back of my car anyways.” He urged.
“Fine.” You said giving up, knowing they just push it until you said yes anyways.
“Yes!” Jackson jumped hugging you. “We’ll see you there!”
He, Jinyoung and Mark began walking towards their cars.
“You gonna be okay right?” JB asked feeling a bit guilty for pressuring you to go.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine” you said getting into his car.
It was a silent drive to Mark’s house, not awkward or anything but you just didn’t want to talk.
It was a while now into the party, and you had lost track of JB. But that was technically your fault. You hid yourself away from everyone anyways. You really didn’t wanna be there, but you also didn’t wanna ruin your friends time. You found JB half passed out on the couch. You had to help him into Mark’s room to sleep.
“Man… why are you so heavy?” You asked laying him on Mark’s bed. JB chuckled pulled you into a hug.
“I love you so much! What would I do without you?! You’re my best friend! But shhhhhh don’t tell the boys that!” And with that, he knocked out. You shook you head and laughed.
It looked like you’d have to spend the night at Mark’s now. The rest of the guys were drunk to. You stepped back into the hall and slowly shut the door so that you wouldn’t disturb him. When you turned around you found Mark leaning against the the opposite side of the door. You paused wondering if you should say anything, you decided not to and started walking, but Mark pulled you back trapping you between the wall and his arms.
“How about you and me find some privacy?” You could practically smell the alcohol on him.
“How about you sober up?” You said trying to push through but he kept a firm grip on you.
“Common. I know you want to?” He said inching closer. You used all your strength to push him off. He chuckled.
You walked into the living room to see that the party had ended. Jinyoung and Jackson had fallen asleep on the couches. Looking outside into Mark’s backyard where it seemed clear you headed through the glass doors.
-Maybe Mark just went to sleep- you were thinking to yourself, but you heard the glass door slid shut and footsteps approaching you. You tried to walk but Mark already had a grip on you wrist.
He spun you to face him, smirk still evident on his face even under the moonlight.
“Leave me alone Mark.” You said trying to wiggle out of his grip.
“I know you want me” he said looking at you.
“I don’t want anything to do with you.” You replied coldly.
He let go.
“Why? Is it cause I’m not JB?!” He said angrily.
“What?!” You asked.
“Because I’m not him. I’m not your precious Jaebum. That’s why you don’t wanna be with me? What am I not good enough for you?!”
“What are you even talking about Mark?!” You answered irritated.
“ I know you didn’t wanna come here because of me. I over heard the guys talk about it. But the moment JB suggested it you said yes.” Mark looked angry.
“So why does that matter to you? It’s not like you would’ve wanted me here anyways! You have all those girls hanging around you now!” You spat back boiling.
“Because you should be mine! I don’t give a damn about those girls! But you don’t seem to give a crap about me! Because of him, I can’t be with you!” He yelled back.
“Sober up. Then talk to me.”
“I am fucking sober! I had one beer the rest were from people spilling on me! So talk to me. Tell me what so great about JB?!”
“JB isn’t the reason you idiot! You are!” And with that it all spilt out. “You know damn well that he and I are just friends. And we’ve been friends since we were kids! I should be yours?! Excuse me?! Am I property now? Well isn’t that amazing? The “oh so fabulous” Mark Tuan wants me! Well I don’t want that! You care about me? Are you sure? Because for the past few months it sure has hell didn’t seem like it! Ever since your high school friends came back into you life you’ve completely changed. In the beginning it was just around them. And then slowly you started acting that way around us. But you know what really drove it home?! The moment I was no longer relevant to your new “lifestyle”. Where’s the Mark I meet during freshmen year? Where’s the Mark that live with me in library just to help me study for finals? Where’s the Mark that never gave a damn about what other people though? So you wanna know why I don’t wanna be with you Mark?! Because who you are right now, that’s not the Mark the I fell in love with!“
~~~~ Hiiiii! So I’m not entirely sure how this will end, or how long it will be. But this just came into mind and I just have to write it.