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Thirteen Reasons Why - Explained

Thirteen Reasons Why

I’ve seen a lot of posts about Hannah being a ‘drama queen’ or overreacting to small things everyone did so I thought I’d explain a bit about what I understood.

1. Justin - Justin exaggerated what he and Hannah did. While this seems mild, it set Hannah up for a terrible high school career because she earned the reputation of 'slut’. This happens so often in schools and in the adult world and can RUIN someone’s life in a certain, if not all areas.

2. Alex - Alex put Hannah as having the best ass against Jessica as the worst. It is clear that the internet is doing its thing again and not taking time to understand things properly; this was NOT A COMPLIMENT AND HANNAH HAD EVERY RIGHT TO BE ANGRY. It was a clear violation of friendship and an obvious example of men pitting women against each other for their own benefit.

3. Jessica - I’m going more by the book here, but Jessica was on the tapes because she didn’t believe Hannah and abandoned her when she needed her. A clear example of how people can easily be lead by others and girls turning on each other because of guys. Jessica deserved to be on the tapes because she didn’t hear Hannah’s side of the story and instead took her anger out on her first friend at the school.

4. Tyler - I don’t think I need to explain much about this, but he abused his position as a photographer in school to violate boundaries for his own pleasure similar to how a lot of people in a power exploit those below them. He made Hannah feel vulnerable and took the lack of comfort she felt at school to her own bedroom.

5. Courtney - I suppose this is kind of harder to understand. Courtney was a closeted lesbian and therefore it is understandable that she was upset at the thought of her being outed before she was ready, but Hannah confided in her to help her expose someone else and instead she protected herself by further ruining Hannah. This shows the selfishness of those who feel the need to protect themselves by harming others.

6. Marcus - I haven’t seen much on Marcus honestly, but I dislike him immensely. He took advantage of Hannah because of the impression of her he had put together from rumours created by other reasons (Justin, Courtney) which is an expression of how men feel owed something from women, especially those who are seen as 'slutty’.

7. Zach - At first glance, Zach doesn’t seem too bad. At half a second glimpse, this changes. Hannah rejected him because he said something silly, a mistake, and if he had made an obvious effort to explain and apologise, he could have helped Hannah. Instead, he chooses to punish her by preventing her from receiving happiness from others. This is one of the clearest examples of how men can’t handle a woman’s right to say 'no’ and reject him…

8. Ryan - This tape is similar to that of Tyler in that he made her feel unsafe. What Tyler did was worse than Ryan, however the effect of Ryan’s actions had (in my opinion) worse consequences that Tyler’s. Ryan published her poem because he thought it was something that needed to be shared, a selfish and naive action (when considering the maturity of high school students), which meant that Hannah’s personal thoughts were no longer her own. She was not comfortable at school, home or in her own mind.

9. Clay - Though I agree when Hannah states that he shouldn’t have been on the tapes, Clay does represent 'everyone else’ who stands by and watched people like Hannah slowly fade and retreat into themselves because of the actions of others. The 'bystanders’ if you will, whose lack of part in our stories can be just as important as those who intrude on us.

10. Justin - It is evident in the series that Justin was extremely haunted by the rape at Jessica’s party and this is probably why he is gaining so much sympathy… this is also why I recommend you all READ THE BOOK. Justin stood by and watched his friend rape his girlfriend, why is he receiving more sympathy than I’ve seen for Jessica? Of course it was hard for Justin to witness that, but staying friends with Bryce and staying with Jessica without telling her is reason enough for him to be on the tapes again.

11. Jenny - Jenny was kind to Hannah, offering her a lift home, but she didn’t take responsibility for knocking down the stop sign which lead to someone’s DEATH. The guilt that Hannah was left with from this (because she was in the car) was understandably overwhelming, especially as the victim was a classmate who was blamed for drunk driving. Jenny is an example of how our reckless actions and lack of responsibility for them can destroy other lives; is that not the entire plot?

12. Bryce - Lord help you if you need an explaination.

13. Mr Porter - A perfect example of how there is not enough support out there for students (and people in general, honestly). The counsellor advising Hannah to 'move on’ after she confides in him that she was raped is one of the most haunting moments in the entire series, solidifying her reason for suicide- she had no comfort amongst her classmates, in her own home, in her mind and now, the specialist designated for dealing with situations like this bore no real interest in her problems and told her to 'move on’.

It’s extremely important for us when watching shows with topics like this to remember many things.

First, the show is not just this situation. Everything represents something more in society; each tape side is a problem in the world that leads to suicide, not only a small action by one character leading to Hannah Baker’s suicide. If you need help in understanding this, or want something else similar to this story, I recommend watching or reading 'An Inspector Calls’ by J.B. Priestly- a masterful piece tackling classism/sexism and how each person’s seemingly small actions lead to a girl’s suicide.

Second, memes are sometimes funny. The 'Clay every time he sees Tony’ memes are really funny, the 'fuck off, Courtney’ memes are funny, but the 'welcome to your tape over a slight inconvenience’ memes, they’re not. The show is raising awareness for the seriousness of suicide, not to create a fanbase of jokes about it. Promoting these after you watch the show, is a clear statement that you haven’t understood why it was made and is completely unacceptable.

Third, separate the character from the actor. Justin Prentice is NOT Bryce Walker, do not spam his comments with disgusting name calling or threatening- this is CLEARLY wrong and unnecessary. This also works the other way: Brandon Flynn is NOT Justin Foley. Just because Brandon is attractive and nice, doesn’t mean his character becomes as such.

Please don’t turn 13 reasons why into another generic element of pop culture. I love pop culture, don’t get me wrong, but we have a tendency to begin digging for meaning and giving up halfway; overusing the profound starting points of progress we find by loosely throwing them around, emptying them of all meaning.

Interrupted (Lipstick Stains Part 2)

Lipstick Stains 

Summary: Part 2 of Lipstick Stains. Follows right where it left off with she and Tom getting steamy in the bathroom.

Pairings: Reader (?) x Tom Holland

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: A little swearing and some smuttiness

A/n: I know, I know, it took me forever, but this was hard to write. I just hope you guys like it as much as the first one. I’m actually so tired rn so ima go to sleep, but hopefully you guys will let me know what you think. Also let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list. Love ya x


She walked right back up to Tom, grabbed his shirt front and pulled his mouth against hers. She needed him. Now.

Their kiss grew intense, fast. She pushed him, his back hitting the wall roughly. Her arms wound around his neck and his around her waist. She couldn’t seem to get close enough to him. Their bodies already pressed together, she lifted her knee to his hip and wrapped her leg around his thigh. His hands found her ass again and once more, he lifted her up. When her legs tightened around him, he spun them, trapping her between the wall and himself.

He slid a hand between their bodies, squeezing her breast. She moaned against his mouth. He dropped his head to the crook of her neck, leaving butterfly kisses all over her delicate skin. He returned to her sweet spot, doing all he could to keep her moaning. The sounds falling from her parted lips were the best thing he had heard. The fact that he could do that to her, fuelled his desire.

He kissed back up along her neck and jaw, capturing her mouth. It was messy and heated, a battle for dominance. He tasted the lingering alcohol on her tongue. What else does she taste like?

He moved his hands to her legs and pushed them down a little, indicating that she return to the ground. Without breaking their kiss, her feet touched the floor. He placed his hands on the back of her thighs where her dress had ridden up. Grabbing the hem, he pulled it, over her ass and past the curve of her back. As he continued up past her chest, she stretched her arms above her head. Their lips parted for a moment as he pulled the dress off her completely and threw it to the floor. They didn’t miss a beat, resuming their kiss immediately.  

His hands roamed her body, the skin on skin contact so enticing, trailing from her back to her hips to her stomach. He pulled away and stared deeply, eyes dark with lust. He slowly fell to his knees in front of her, kissing over her bare skin, lower and lower. She let her head fall back against the cool tiles. He glided his hands up the back of her legs, squeezing her ass before hooking two fingers into the waistband of her panties. He paused, waiting for permission.

“Please,” she breathed.

He didn’t waste a minute more, dragging the lace fabric down her legs. She tangled her fingers in his hair, anticipating that first touch. He gently spread her legs and started just above her knee, one kiss, so light. She sighed softly. He teased her with another, just millimetres above the previous one.

“Tom,” she whined.

He chuckled softly, the vibrations against her skin sending tingles up her spine.

“Oh, no, darling, I wanna savour this,” his voice was low.

He continued kissing his way up, mouth open, leaving a trail of wetness.

“Please, Tom,” she whimpered.

He was almost there, right where she needed him. Her fingers tightened their grip on his curls.

And then, ripping them from their reverie, there came a loud banging on the door.

Her eyes fluttered open, goose bumps rising all across her skin. Adjusting to reality under the glare of the bathroom light, she suddenly felt exposed and very vulnerable.

Tom pulled away from her, turning to the source of the interruption.

“What?” he yelled, exasperation evident in his voice.

“Dude, hurry up! Sarah’s about to throw up all over your floor,” an urgent voice called back.

“Fuck.”

He returned his attention to her, but she was already tugging her dress on with haste.

“This was a mistake,” she muttered, as she ran a hand through her hair.

“Wait, what?” he stood up.

He wet a towel, wiping the lipstick smears off his face. She grabbed it from his hand, and did the same.

“This was a mistake,” she repeated firmly, handing the now-stained cloth back. She refused to meet his eyes. A quick look in the mirror convinced her she was decent enough.

Without any further explanation, she opened the door.

“All yours,” she said to the pair waiting outside. She stepped out of the way, as they rushed in.

Taking a deep breath, she held her head high and made her way back to the party. She tried to ignore Tom behind her. She knew he was eager to talk to her, to ask her why it was a mistake, to figure out what happens now; but she wasn’t. The sooner she could forget their encounter, the better.

Upon entering the living room, she spotted Kat. She saw her eyes light up at her appearance, a cheeky grin spreading across her face and excitement visibly bubbling. Excusing herself, she came bounding over.

“So, you and Tom, eh?” she asked, nudging her in the ribs.

“For like five seconds, yeah – and then I found my dignity.”

“Oh shut up and give me details. It’s about time you two hooked up. Tell me everything.”

Her mind wandered back to the bathroom. She recalled his face buried in her neck, writhing in his grasp, skin burning everywhere he touched her. She remembered the pleasure she felt with his lips pressed against her thigh, creeping higher and higher.

Feeling very hot, blushing all the way to the tips of her ears, she kicked herself mentally. You need to get a grip.

“I need alcohol,” was all she told her friend.

*

Two hours and many shots of vodka later, she was standing on the coffee table, singing off key, dancing to her own beat. She was very drunk.

Most of the guests had left already, the final stragglers wishing Kat and Haz farewell. Tom was busy cleaning up, collecting cups and empty plates into a trash bag. He couldn’t help looking at her now; he hadn’t been able to help stealing glances in her direction all night. Since she had left him hanging earlier, he didn’t know what he felt. The proud, stubborn part of him was mad at her. Maybe it was a mistake. I don’t know what I was thinking. Although there was another part of him that was sorry they didn’t get to finish. Man, the way she said my name.

He shook himself out of his thoughts, forgetting her soft skin and sultry moans. Kat and Haz walked in, it was just the four of them now. They both looked at her and Tom and exchanged a look.

“It’s late, we should sleep. Let’s clean up tomorrow,” Haz said to Tom.

“Yeah, I’m beat,” Kat agreed.

“No, no, no, I’m not tired!”

The three of them turned to see her teetering at the edge of the table, swaying unsteadily in her heels.

“Someone should get her.”

“I love her, but I’m so sleepy right now,” Kat groaned, draping herself over Haz’s shoulder.

“Come on, love, I’ll put you to bed,” he smiled down at her.

“Tom, are you okay to put her to bed?” he indicated the other girl, now mumbling incoherent lyrics.

With a sigh, he nodded.

“Yeah, you two go to bed. I’ll take care of her.”

“Great.”

They bid him goodnight and left.

He sighed again, putting the trash bag on the floor and turning the music off.

“Hey!” she cried.

“It’s time to go to bed, darling.”

“No, Tommy, I wanna dance some more,” she lifted one foot and tried to do a pirouette. However, completely lacking any stability at this point, she lost her balance. He darted to her side. Too stunned to make any noise, she toppled straight into his waiting arms.

“That was close! You’re my hero, Tommy.”

She leaned into his chest, inhaling deeply.

“You smell so nice,” she crooned.

“Okay, you are really off your face right now, aren’t you?” he asked, supporting her as she went limp.

“I’m thirsty.”

“Alright, let’s get you some water,” he said, holding her up and guiding her to the kitchen.

Pouring her a glass of chilled water, he handed it to her. She raised it to her mouth, but in her intoxicated state, half the liquid spilled down her chest.

“Oh, that’s cold!” she giggled.

“Great, now you gotta change. Honestly, darling,” he grumbled.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and walked her to his bedroom. He sat her on the edge of his bed and went to his wardrobe. He chose a sweater at random.

She was lying on her back, legs still on the ground. Her eyes were closed and she was humming a tune only she knew. There was a goofy smile on her face. She was quite adorable.

“Up you get, darling,” he pulled her back onto her feet.

There was no way she would be able to change herself, so he took it upon himself to undress her for the second time that night.

She giggled again.

“Do you wanna kiss me, Tommy?”

“We already tried that, love, didn’t work out too well,” he replied.

“Aw, that’s too bad. I wanna kiss you.”

He pulled her arms through each sleeve, ignoring her.

“There,” he said, checking her over. His jumper hung loose on her small frame, it reached halfway down her thighs and her hands were engulfed in the sleeves.

She yawned, covering her mouth with a sweater paw.

“Seems you’re tired after all, darling,” he pulled back the covers. It would be easier to allow her to sleep in here, and he take the guest room instead.

“I like when you call me ‘darling’.”

“Come lie down,” he smiled. She lay down and snuggled in as he tucked the covers around her. Leaning over her already, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Will you sleep here? Next to me?” she gazed up at him through drooping eyelids.

He paused, considering her request. Then he kicked off his shoes and collapsed onto the bed beside her.

He wriggled under the covers and she shimmied back against him. He spooned her, folding a strong arm around her stomach. Her hair tickled his cheek, and he huffed, blowing it away. He liked the way she felt, nestled into his chest, legs entwined with his. He could get used to this.

“Goodnight, Tommy.”

“Goodnight, darling.”

They settled in. He waited for her breathing to become even before he too, fell sound asleep.  


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Black Butterflies - 3

Here it is, much awaited part 3. Don’t forget to give me feedback. Plus re-blog and recommend others my blog if you liked it so far :) And the base of flashback has been borrowed from @secret-rendezvous1d I did some editing here and there. Thanks to her !

*Minor SMUT WARNING*

Part - 1

Part - 2

Word count :: 2507


Harry thew his head back in pleasure as he rolled his hips against Kristine. They still were at Disneyland with kids and didn’t get time to catch up with each other. So after putting his kids to bed, he started it all by kissing her. His lips trailing kisses down her neck, leaving purple marks on her neck. 

‘fuck Harry do something.” Kristine whimpered beneath her. Her chest rising with every breath she took pressing it against his. His silver chain hanging from his neck as he hovered her and slowly pushed himself inside her. Her wetness making it easy for harry to slide his thick shaft inside her in a one swift motion.  Her hands coming in contact with his muscular back as she dragged her nails along it.

The next hour was spent making love fucking.

Harry rolled off her after reaching his heights and laid beside her. She smiled and rested her head on his chest. 

He didn’t felt right. The feeling was foreign for him. She felt unfamiliar. Soon her soft snores filled the room. and Harry found himself awake in bed staring blankly at the ceiling. His mind was going crazy with a chaos of thoughts. Why was he feeling like this? He himself din’t know. The feeling was making him sick making him questioning himself what was going on.

He started question, did he actually loved Kristine or was it just a illusion. Shaking his head, brushing the thoughts away he pulled her sleeping figure close to his chest.

“Of course I love her” he mumbled and closed his eyes.


You hissed to self as blood gushed out of your finger that you cut while chopping the veggies. You opened the tap and put it under the cool running water. The cool sensation giving relief to you as you padded to the front door to open it where Anne stood carrying a bag with her.

“Elo darling” She said cheerfully pulling you in a tight hug. Her warm affection warming your cold body up. You smiled at her cheerful spirit before pulling away.

“Come inside mum.” You said.

Mum. The very first time you met her and called Mrs. Twist she asked you to call her mum instead. She said that you too were like Gemma to her and calling her Mrs. Twist would embarrass her hearing it from her daughter.

Anne was much of a best friend to you than a mother-in-law. She was always there when you needed her. Whenever you and Harry fought, you’d always ask her for help and knowing his son well, she’d help you. You told her everything. And having her as a mother made you feel lucky

“So, how’re yeh doin’?” She asked rubbing th back of your hand with her thumb sitting on the couch with you as you both sipped on your tea.

“Very well. Thank you. What about you?” You asked putting your cup down on the coffee table.

“I’m good. How’re yeh ?” She asked again.

“i uh i said I’m good”

“I asked you how’re yeh?” She asked once again and there was no backing up from it now. Tears welled up in your eyes and you looked down and sniffed.

“Not good mum. I’m breaking inside. God I feel dead “ You sobbed and were pulled inside the arms of that lovely lady.

“There it is baby. Let it out sweet. Cry all yeh want” she cooed. Her soft voice made weep  as you wrapped your arms around her crying your heart out.

“I feel yeh “ She said and after a few minutes of good crying, you pulled away. You noticed her navy blue tee had a damp spot from your tears. You wiped your tears and nose with the back of your hand. And it did helped you. Crying out did help you made feel better.

“I am disgusted with my son right now. Never expected him to do this. I’m sorry he caused you so much pain” she said sympathetically cupping your right cheek.

“He just chose to leave instead of fighting. That’s all mum” You cried softly.

“I feel yeh love. I’ve been at your place before” She said. And she wasn’t lying. The only difference was that their decision of separation was mutual unlike you guys.

“I can’t believe he’d do something like that. He always told me how much he loved you”

“It’s okay mum. Love fades away” 

“You really love her, don’t you?”

He looks across to his mother as she nurses her cup of tea, cosied up into Robin’s side, with a smile on her face. The lamps around the room giving her face a gentle glow, shadows forming from her features as Harry’s fingers drag up his your arm softly.

“I really do,” he whispers, nodding softly, “absolutely smitten with her, I am.”

“I think the feeling is very much mutual,” she smiles, leaning forward and setting her mug on a coaster on the coffee table, reaching over to grab his free hand and perching on the armrest beside her son, “she’s wonderful. She really is. I’ve never seen you with such a huge smile on your face before. She’s what you need. Someone to keep you grounded and to stop you from swimming off and getting too crazy.”

 “dropping her coffee over my shoes that day was what got us here today. I love her. I really do. She’s changed my life over the last 8 months, mum, and I realised that I’ve never been so crazy for someone before. I love her. It makes me so happy that you like her, as well,” he smiles, looking down at you and pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I think I’m going to take her to bed. I’m going to take her off into Holmes Chapel tomorrow and show her everything I used to get up to. You’re welcome to join us if you want to come.”

“Oh, no. No, you have some time together. We’ve spent all day with you,” Anne smiles, cupping his face in her hand and pressing a kiss to his forehead, “I’ll have a nice breakfast set out for you both tomorrow. Be up for 8, okay?”

He nods, adjusting his arms around you lifting you to his chest, standing to his feet and bidding a goodnight before he’s making his way up the stairs.

Anne felt her heart aching as she remembered the memories of Harry bringing you to their house for the first time. His lips were spread in a wide grin. She loved how happy he looked and knew you were the one. But now she felt broken. She never expected any of her kid to have divorce in future as she taught them that single thing can destroy many lives.

Thinking of her daughter-in-law brought tears to her eyes. She knew how hard the situation was for her and she felt vulnerable because there’s nothing she could do ease the pain of the poor girl. Nothing but pray to god.


“Eat” Kristine ordered bringing the spoon full of porridge to Noah’s mouth. Harry was in the bathroom and asked Kristine to feed Noah. And without denying she nodded and sat little toddler on baby chair and started feeding her. But he didn’t seem to like her attitude.Since the say Harry brought kids along with Kristine, she felt that Harry payed more attention to kids than her. Once she even wore short exposing clothes to arouse Harry, but instead of getting turned on, Harry grabbed her by her elbow gently and took inside the room only to scold her not to wear such clothes around kids It only flamed the fire inside Kristine more for his kids.

She tried feeding Noah forcefully when he suddenly pushed her away, spilling porridge all over her t-shirt and some on her hair.

“What’ve you done?!?!” she roared scaring Noah. Hearing his cries, Rose came running from the other room and started calming down his brother. But when her eyes fell on Kristine, he couldn’t help but let out a laugh seeing porridge sticking to her hair. Kristine’s eyes flared up with anger as she stood up and hovered Rose. Her hand rising up in the air.

Poor girl’s eyes filled with fear sensing what 

“you little piece of s-” she spat when suddenly rose ran and stuck to fer father’s leg crying.

“Daddy!!!” she cried as harry picked her up.

“Wha’s wrong poppet?” Harry asked rubbing her back.

“Kr-Kristine was going to hit me” she sobbed in his neck. Harry pulled away, his eyebrows furrowed as he set her down.

“What? I could never do that to you” Kristine cooed changing herself like a chameleon crouching beside Harry, in front of Rose. She pushed her hand away when Kristine tried to touch her.

“You lie!” Rose cried.

“Sh-she even was saying the S word” Rose cried.

“Oh god. “ Kristine said covering her mouth as tears fell down her eyes. Harry instantly wrapped his arms around her pulling her to him. 

“Apologize to kris” Harry old rose rubbing the small back of Kristine.

“No” Rose refused shaking her head showing Harry attitude.

“Don’ Rose. I said apologize” Harry warned and once again Rose denied. It set Harry off the verge. Harry stood up and took a breath trying not to explode on her daughter but he was helpless.

“GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW!” He shouted, making everyone in the room flinch. His loud voice making Noah to burst in tear once again. Rose’s breath hitched in as tears flooded her eyes.

“I hate you” she mumbled ever so softly before helping his brother down the chair and running to her room with him.

After coming back to his senses. He felt hurt. He felt disgusted for scaring his little girl like that. His own eyes getting wet as he sat on the ground with his head in his hands sobbing quietly. Kristine took the chance and brought him to her chest rubbing his back.

“Shhh baby. It’s okay”


As soon as Rose finished up telling you what happened to them on vacation, Y/n stomped out of her house and drove to their Harry’s house. Unfortunately, he wasn’t their and you were greeted by none other than his girlfriend, who was dressed in nothing but a pair of panties and his t-shirt.

“Oh hi. Come inside” she said  stepping aside for y/n to come in and she gladly did. Seeing Kristine was making his blood boil. Especially when she was wearing the ring in her necklace that you gifted Harry. You felt sick thinking about how stupid you were to fall for a guys like that.

“Stop” Y/n said trying to be calm. She didn’t wanted any foreplay.

“What?” Kristine asked innocently clearly aware as to why y/n was there.

“Stop being so two faced.And how dare you talk to my kids like that?!” Y/n shouted.

“Oh really? But you husband, oops i mean my boyfriend doesn’t seems to be bothered about it. And about your kids, it’ll be better f you keep them to yourself.” she said standing with her hands on her hips.

“Harry is their father! They have the whole right to be with him! And oh my god I cannot believe he actually likes a bitch like you!”

“Oh please darling he loves me. Probably because I’m not ugly,fat and emotional mess like you. When he spent that night with me, he told me how much he regretted marrying you and voila I helped him every night. All the time he said he was out, he was with me, inside me actually” she laughed

“and you know what? He’s smitten over me” She said. You let out a sob as her words hit you like a knife but you had to be strong, for your kids.

“God. He’s an Idiot. Never knew he fuck buddy would turn out to be someone like you” You spat hatefully.

“Wha’ do ya mean” Said a heavy voice. You turned around and saw Harry standing at the porch, Kristine wasted no time running to him and crying fake tears.

“shh baby. “ Harry said kissing her head before making his way to you. Your heart beat fastened as you took in to his face. He looked mesmerizing. So pure and gentle. He looked so good and it was clear that the divorce wasn’t affecting him where you looked completed opposite but he was too blinded to see how much you were hurting.

“I-I can’t believe you yelled at Rose” you stammered as he hovered you.

“Had to do that t’ teach her some manners. And wha’ did yeh by fuck buddy huh? I love her! Ge’ this fucking thing in your brain.” he said. He was getting red with every word he said.

“It’s alright Haz. I’m okay” Kristine said clutching to his arm sounding so poor and petite. All you wanted to do was to punch her straight in the face.

“No Kris! Nobody talks to m’love like that” He said eyeing you. His eyes dug in you were burning you. You felt naked and wrapped your arms around yourself but the time wasn’t to be. It was to fight.

“I didn’t said anything wrong Harry styles! She’s nothing but a slut, a fuck buddy whom you fucked every night, you spent every night with her moaning where I sat at home, awake the whole night wondering if you’re okay! While you’re kids kept asking for you!”

“And did you ever asked meh why was I? Let me tell yeh because you never were enough! Seeing your face disgusted me!” He yelled. His voice echoed in the house while every word he said.

Your heart clenched. Your chest felt heavy again as a tear rolled down your cheek. Never in a million years you thought he’d say something like this, but he did.

“You are the biggest regret of  my life” You whispered.

“If you’re done, I’d like you to leave” He said looking away. 

“didn’t you hear him Y/n?” Kristine said her tears all gone now replaced by happiness of you crying. You knew she was trying to evoke you and damn it did work. 

“Shut up you bit-” And before you could finish the whole sentence, Harry grabbed you my your elbow harshly and dragged to the porch.

“Get the fuck outta my house!”

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Oh well well. I’ve started hating Harry while writing this. Feedback please!

The Storm That Was Promised

“I hope I deserve it.”

“You do.”

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When he reached the door to Daenerys’ cabin, the last thing Jon expected was to find an argument inside.

“Please, not that again…” Dany’s voice rang muffled. “All this talk of love is ruining everything… What is it you want from me?”

“Daenerys, please,” Jorah insisted, quieter than her. “Allow me to prove-“

“You’ve proven enough to me, Ser Jorah… Now, if you please forgive me, I must ask you to leave. I am expecting someone.”

“… it’s Jon Snow, isn’t it?”

“You object?”

Before Jorah could say any more, Jon was compelled to finally knock on the door - dangerously on cue.

There was incoherent muttering inside the cabin, and then Jorah’s footsteps grew nearer to greet him at the door.

“Mormont.” Jon feigned surprise, but the friendly gesture was not returned in kind. Jorah coldly stared him down, gave his queen a last fleeting look, and briskly brushed past him.

Cautiously, Jon came into Dany’s cabin, closing the door behind him as gently as he could.

He stood rooted to the spot for a moment, nervously searching the room with his eyes and looking around at anything but at Dany.

“Why are you still standing back there?” She smiled curiously. “Come into the light.”

“You’ll have to forgive me, Your Grace.” Said Jon. “I’m afraid I’m still a little achy from the Eastwatch incident.”

His body groaned like an old man’s, but with every step he took closer to her, he found himself growing younger and younger again.

She stood leaning ever so slightly against the side of a table, hands neatly clasped, and wore dark blue robes and fur draped over her shoulders - it was unlike anything Jon had seen her wear before. The winter is truly here if even the mother of dragons must wrap herself in furs to keep warm. It beautifully complimented her snow-white locks of hair, he thought, but brushed the thought aside after he realized his smile grew a little too wide for comfort. Stop gawking at her like a complete idiot, he mentally scolded himself, disgusted by his awkwardness.

Meanwhile, Daenerys was quite obviously grazing her eyes up and down his body as he emerged from the shadows. “You look stronger than you did yesterday, my lord.” She sighed softly. “It appears you heal faster than most men, wouldn’t you say?”

“Well- yeah. I suppose I am. I mean, I do… I, uh…” Jon fumbled over his words, swallowing back something that was making it increasingly harder for him to breathe. “Listen, Dany - all this - this curtsying crap – what say you we move on from that already? You don’t have to call me ‘my lord’ anymore. I owe you my life. I think that makes us a little better acquainted by now.”

Now it was Dany’s turn to look away.

She focused on her fingers, fiddling them shyly, the thoughts in her mind having seemed to lose their graceful flow.

Dany. Only one man has ever called her that - a man whose very name haunts her like last meal’s bile. But when Jon said it… it was as though all those memories were never real afterall. She felt comforted – so much so that she wanted to hear this gruff, northern boy to say it to her again and again.

Please, say it again, she returned her eyes to his. But the pause between them was too unbearable for her to stretch it any longer.

“You’re right.” She smiled at him. “There are no strangers left between us.”

There was something in the glance they shared at that moment that reminded them both of dragons. Regal. Entrancing. Searching… And above all, mysteriously familiar. Jon cleared his throat.

“Remember at Dragonstone - after you came back from The Reach?” He began.

“What about it?” Daenerys frowned at him, unsure as to where this was going.

“I remember standing up there next to you, just as I am now… I remember watching you, watching the dragons.” He stepped a little closer to her as he said this, and his words grew quieter as the air left him. “And I felt like… All of my fears and responsibilities were somehow lifted from my shoulders, light as a feather. There was nothing else in the world that I wanted more than to…” Jon’s voice caught in his throat, afraid to end that sentence, afraid of her reaction.

“Jon? To what?”

Oh, fuck it. He gulped. “…To kiss you.”

He looked at her like a frozen deer would - wide-eyed and ready to run. Jon recalled her earlier conversation with Jorah – a man who knew her since the beginning, who has been through hell with her, has made her happy in a way Jon’s brooding could never hope to. A man who is always ready to lay down his life for her, the same man she turned away a moment ago. Jon could not bear the thought of going through the same dismissal, after only months of having met her. But winter is coming, and he had to take risks.

Daenerys couldn’t believe her ears. I summoned you to my cabin to discuss our plans against the Night King, not to hear another confession of love. She was almost angry with him. She wasted all this time trying to persuade him to bend the knee for her, but had he made it known to her earlier about his intentions, she would have accepted a marriage proposal without a second thought.

But she couldn’t be angry with him. She wanted to, but instead her heart was enveloped with his sweetness and it made her feel vulnerable, which frightened her. She felt her cheeks blush against her will, and could only hope that the dim glow of the lanterns could conceal it at least a little.

“Forgive me, Dany.” Jon said finally, sounding tired and flustered. “I know it’s unexpected…”

There he said that name again. Daenerys shook her head, unable to look at him. “No, don’t apologize.”

She thought for a moment how much of her feelings for him she kept repressed. Love both the venom and the antidote, she knew. If she had never come to feel anything for Jon, perhaps Viserion might still be roaming the skies with his brothers. But just like she dismissed the legend of the White Walkers, Dany was skeptical of the subtle efforts Jon had made to hint at his feelings towards her. She needed to see the Army of the Dead first to know they were real, and she needed Jon Snow to prove her he really did love her. She trusted him before, she wanted to trust him with this too. Everyone wants to fuck the queen, but how many would care for her naked heart?

She looked back up at Jon to read his expression, but his eyes were lost beneath the shadows of his brows. He sensed she didn’t believe how much this meant to him – how much she meant to him. I cannot leave this room the way Jorah did. He clenched his fists.

To his surprise, Daenerys made a move to approach him. Although she looked rather serious, her eyes were glistening with emotion.

What is she thinking? Jon wondered, parting his lips absent-mindedly. She was now so close to him he could almost feel the heat of her glowing, silver-gold image. She seemed like something out of a heavenly vision, her long hair was styled in a loose Westerosi fashion, and her gentle face was as perplexing and graceful as the moon.

Daenerys took his hand. He’s so cold… She took it in both of her hands, warming it up before lifting it to her face and holding it there. She closed her eyes for a moment and deeply inhaled the small of his wrist. He smells of leather and cold steel and pinewood, she smiled fondly.

Jon could only stare at her in disbelief, for his heart was so incredibly moved. As she pressed his hand closer to her cheek, intertwining her fingers with his, he realized just how warm she really was. She reminded him of summers at Winterfell so many years ago.

His thumb moved lightly over Dany’s lips, as she parted them to speak.

“Are you sure you want this?” Daenerys spoke so sadly, so quietly, Jon almost thought he imagined it, but her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “I am a monster, Jon Snow. My children are monsters - and they’re all I could ever offer you… You deserve better than this - you deserve a future - a happy, peaceful future…”

“No, don’t you say that.” Jon shook his head, upset over the mere suggestion. He took her face in both hands, steadying her gaze into his. “Listen to me - I don’t care about that. I never have. And just because they call me the King in the North, it doesn’t make me any less of a bastard… I am a bastard, my love.” He sighed after he failed to stop himself from calling her that, but he continued, hoping she’d forgive him. “You know the dead are coming – you’ve seen them, and that means none of us can have the future we want… But you know what I believe?” He inched closer to her, closing any space that was left between them. “I believe that together, you and I, we can create history.”

Daenerys could only gaze at him in wonder, then at his lips as she watched him lean into her. And like a moth to a flame, his lips found hers, and she felt all of her fears and worries melt into nothing but pleasure. In fact, their mutual hunger was so fierce that it startled them, and they had to tear eachother’s lips apart just to gasp for air. Both believed the other was a dream, and that kissing too hard might frighten them awake.

And yet, they kissed again anyway, a little bolder this time. And kissed again, and bolder again, and with each kiss they grew surer and surer that this was indeed real and it was happening.

Daenerys Targaryen did not kiss the way Wildlings or teenage girls kiss, according to Jon’s experience. She did not bite him until he bled, nor leak her drool all over his beard. She did not stink of manure or sweat or blood. No… this creature was delicate, clean and perfumed with warm and sweet spices from lands of eternal summer. Her lips were softer than the ripest peaches he ever ate. And when his tongue pierced into the contents within her mouth, he found more juice than could ever quench his thirst.

But her mouth wasn’t enough.

She was an entire royal feast of exotic dishes, that much Jon Snow knew. He yearned to taste all of her - to burn her into himself until he no longer was himself.

But no sooner had his lips set forth to the nape of her neck that he had already lost his senses in its depths. He pulled the furs away in search of that warm, pulsing curve, suckled hard on her skin and then bit her rather sharply, playful as a wolf.

But the dragon, instead of growling in kind, gasped with pleasure, and buried her fingers in his lush, black hair.

Jon couldn’t believe his ears and snapped out of it, looking back at her to make sure he didn’t just imagine it.

Dany, however, was equally as senseless now, and wouldn’t stand for pointless pauses like these. She tugged at his hair, and kissed him with a hunger that pushed him back. Surprised and intoxicated by her sudden show of force on him, he reacted by pushing her right back and then seated her up on the table. He squeezed her even harder against his body, and moved to kiss her neck again, where her perfumes plunged him even deeper into what was already a sensuous overload.

She felt his hand wrap around her neck and direct her back into his dark gaze - a gaze that was now burning with a strange, hypnotic defiance.

“You will be mine Daenerys Targaryen - even if your dragons burn me to a crisp.”

Daenerys felt something else burn between her legs, and her breath was heavy and irregular between their hungry kisses, and her voice was rendered delicate as gossamer. “I am all yours Jon Snow…” She promised.

Perhaps Dany had wanted to add something more, but the thought evaporated when she felt Jon’s cold hands sliding up her thighs, lifting the fabric of her dress along.

Why does his touch make me tremble like this? She clung to him helplessly as they kissed.

Dany’s own hands restlessly moved about him – squeezing his arms, pulling his hair, caressing his face, his neck, his back… She yearned to feel his naked skin - to dig her nails and teeth in him – to prove that she is a dragon not just in name.

But Jon Snow was not like the others. Not like her late Khal Drogo, not like Daario Naharis. He was nothing like the self-assured slave girl who taught her the ways of seduction, and he sure as hell was not like her critical, psychotic brother had been.

She has never made love like this.

Ever since she learned how to mountDrogo, she has never been the submissive one - she was always the one in control with all of her partners. She didn’t know any other way, and yet here she was - ghostly and drunk with the desire to be used in any which way to please Jon Snow.

But her pride protested, and old habits nudged her to take control.

She was torn between wanting to untie Jon’s breeches or his shirt.

She wanted to see those scars of his up close - she wanted to kiss them all - to feel the bumps and the ridges, the hills and the valleys of his lean chest.

But her old self would have only cared for the cock in her grip, at her mercy, where she was comfortable and powerful and knew what to do. Where she could set out to prove again and again that she was not a little girl, that not even a mighty Khal could be above her.

She had to make the decision and fast - but she couldn’t do it. She was utterly disarmed when underneath her dress she felt Jon’s hands cup around her buttocks and squeeze her so deliciously, that she couldn’t help but curve her back like a cat stretching in the sun.

“Dany…” Jon pulled away nervously. “The scars… ”

“Show them to me.” Dany almost begged him.

Jon took a deep breath before he withdrew his hands away from her to undo the buttons of his black shirt. Dany could only watch in anticipation as he parted his shirt to reveal his chest. Wordlessly, she moved her hands over to inspect the scars up close. Endless questions began swirling in her head.

“Who..?” Her voice trembled with pain and shock, as if she could still see the blood.

“Doesn’t matter now.” Jon assured her, gently stroking her hair.

The small, affectionate pause they shared was enough to encourage Daenerys to act; she seized his shirt and made him take it off entirely. Hungrily, her hands climbed up his strong, veiny arms and he stroke her thighs again, and her desire for him became unbearable.

The ship began swaying more violently, but neither of them were really aware of it until things started falling and shattering to the floor. The lanterns on the ceiling swung wildly, the ship groaned, but that didn’t stop the bastard from tearing off the queen’s dress.

There were men yelling and running around somewhere on the deck, but that didn’t frighten the Southern Invader from luring the Northern Fool to her bed, which she knew was nailed into the floor.

The sky flashed and rumbled outside the small windows, but Jon Snow has seen and heard it all before, but not what he’d see between the legs of Daenerys Targaryen, or what sound she would make if he were to enter in.

The wind howled, flapped the sails and banged the doors, but Dany only heard his voice, his breath, his force banging against her body.

The sea raged and sprayed and licked the boat’s paint until it was raw. But it wasn’t the rain the storm brought down that night – it was snow. 

This was written by the lovely @aeliyen and subbmited here. Y’all are free to submit, just like this gorgerous piece right here. Enjoy!

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preference: how they hug you.

written by: kelly

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chapter song: my kid of love / emeli sandè ✿


archie: archie’s hugs were the hugs that made every girl in riverdale jealous. his long arms would start off tightly wrapping you around your waist while he’d kiss your forehead, then after the adornment of small pecks he would slowly bring the rest of you in and hold you gently.



jughead jones: jughead would hold onto you for dear life. each hug a clear sign of affection and relief. they would be almost paralysing, so tight but so full love love and warmth. with each embrace his warmth would radiate into your body. his hugs show the world that he is too scared to loose the ones he loves, even if he makes it look like he doesn’t care. when jughead opens his arms to embrace, he also lets his guard down.



kevin keller: kevin was never much of a hugger. he looks at the hug like more of a sympathetic sign of affection, and he wasn’t one for sympathy either. whenever he feels down though, it changes. he craves being held and he craves holding those who need to be comforted. Kevin’s need for affection is reserved greatly for his significant other.



veronica lodge: veronica has always been a very flirtatious person. her dark and sexy appearance always made people naturally gravitate to her, that’s why she’s always been a person who enjoys touch and embrace. however, there is a fine line she doesn’t cross. when she’s with a friend the hugs are quick and sweet, with her partner that changes. the embrace is much longer and meaningful.



betty cooper: betty was always full of love and affection. being a part of her family though, she only ever really showed that side to polly. that was until she met the one who held her heart. holding betty closer and closer, you began to feel her pain. she struggled being a strong and assertive person all the time and she felt like she needed to suppress her vulnerability. betty wore her heart on her sleeve, and you could see that when she would come closer for a hug.



cheryl blossom: everyone knew that cheryl was untouchable. her stone cold personality was enough to make a grown man whimper. she was a hard person to get to know, because most of her life she was never taught how to love. the only person cheryl ever cared about was jason, and when he died that part of her was missing. the light in her life was gone. when she finally met the person who could bring that side out of her, she was very guarded. she never showed any affection in public, it was all behind closed doors. her hugs were soft and warm, full of passion. when she cried she would hold onto you for dear life. scared to loose her light again.

If a woman wants to love you,
be grateful,
treasure that.

If a woman decides to love you,
please know, that decision
wasn’t easy.

If a woman says she loves you,
listen to her,
take it to heart.

If a woman decides to kiss you,
if a woman decides to hug you
if a woman wants to make love to you,
if a woman wants to fuck you,

then do it tenderly
passionately, attentively,
affectionately, and
always, always, always,
in service and gratitude
to her.

If a woman decides to trust you
and confide in you,
if she decides to
lower her guard
and be vulnerable
with you,

be conscious of that,
be aware of that,
please, please be
goddamn respectful
of that.

She is not perfect.
She screams,
she cries,
she laughs,
she smokes.

Sometimes she
pretends not to care,
sometimes she
obsesses too much
with her hair.

But goddammit,
you love her anyways.
More than songs,
more than rhyme.
More than space,
more than time.

In ways incalculable,
improbable, and impossible
to describe even
in this stupid,
fucking poem.

And
if this woman says she loves you
trust her, believe in her,
and don’t run away
from her

in some state
of doubt, of fear,
in a state of
uncertainty, deniability
or vulnerability,
because she felt
all of those first
before she came to you.

If a woman decides to take a chance on you,
if she decides to take a gamble on you,
then be prepared to
play or pay the fuck up
if you lead her on,
or make her believe
in you. 

Because
when a woman decides to love you,
you make a promise to
be there for her,
in each and every way
you possibly can
for her.

And if one day
the woman wants
to leave you,
if your journey
reaches an end
and she cannot
go on with you

then let her go,
let her leave,
leave her alone,
let her be.

Because
if you love a woman,
and you honor her,
respect her,
claim to care for her
as much as you do,

then you’ll believe her
listen to her,
trust her,
and will not
judge her
the moment she decides
that the two of you
are through.

If a woman says she loves you,
then remember that she is
saying that only to you.
That all she wants is you,
that all she wants is to
come back home,
to you.

So love that woman
fully, unselfishly,
and unconditionally.
Love her, 
and not just
the idea of her.

Love and treasure
all that time,
all those moments,
all those memories
you make with her.

She may love you then,
she may love you now, or
she may love you later,

but if you are noble,
honest and true,
then you should love
that woman,

in the same way or different ways,
in big ways or small,
past, present or future,
separated or together…

you’ll love that woman now,
and a small part of you will
always, always…
love that woman forever.

—  if a woman wants to love you (5/9/17), thekaijusleeps
Folie à Deux (M)
  • Type: sex therapist!AU; smut, angst
  • Pairings: jjk x fem!OC x myg
  • Words: 3,921
  • Warnings: language; mentions of sexual abuse
  • A/N: I have re-vamped! A gigantic thank you to the lovely @rude–jude for helping me out.

Folie à deux (/fɒˈli ə ˈduː/
A psychiatric syndrome in which symptoms of a delusional belief and hallucinations are transmitted from one individual to another.

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His office was smaller than she had expected, but it was cosy nonetheless. It seemed that he had put quite the amount of time and effort into making his workspace as comfortable as possible, for himself and his patients. And it worked. The glass jar filled with individually wrapped miniature candy bars was a nice touch, she thought, as well as the water dispenser. He sat on a black leather chair behind his large desk, his laptop in front of him, an old-fashioned mouse attached to it. Behind him, a tall shelf filled with archive folders and textbooks. On the wall, a bunch of diplomas and certifications from various entities, all framed and neatly displayed. There was a stretcher tucked close to the wall, a tall clothes hanger where only a black winter coat - probably his - rested and, other than that, the room was quite empty. She took in the sight for a moment, before clearing her throat to get his attention.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I was caught up in my readings,” he chuckled softly, getting up from his chair and approaching her. “Min Yoongi, and you must be Alma Paz.”

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Pain and Pleasure

This is the much requested prequel to Black and Blue, you should read that first, it’s very short!  Or not, if you want to get straight into the smut.

This is 2000 words of pure sin.  Very explicit.  And verging on (very consensual) bdsm.  You have been warned.


They’re getting to that point in their relationship where the sex feels more familiar but less exciting.  They’ve definitely settled into a routine foreplay and position-wise, because they know what works now, and everybody gets to orgasm, and it’s fun and hot and satisfying.

But.

Betty has known, from the very beginning, that she has never been a straight up, boring, missionary kind of girl.  

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Others AU

(Small segments of reader-inserts for the Darkiplier-Coraline crossover AU. I may come back and forth with this when I get other ideas. For now this is what I’ve got. :) )

Amy continued walking deeper into the woods that stretched out from the back of the house. Back at her real home these woods would continue on for a few miles downhill until they lead to a single winding road into town. Here the ground remained flat and the trees became less dense, less leafy, less… ‘tree’.

She heard a small yap from behind her and turned to see Chica bounding up to her. Amy had never been happier to see her. She was happy just to see something without those flat emotionless buttons for eyes.
“Chica!” she called out as the golden dog walked alongside her.
“You goin’ for a walk?” Chica asked happily, “Can I walk with you? You look lonely. No one should walk alone. It’s best to have a walk-buddy. It’s more fun.”
Amy nodded. She was surprised how talkative Chica was now she could talk. Back home she would hardly bark. Although she supposed most dogs would be very talkative given the chance, they seemed like the kind of creatures that would have a lot to say about anything and nothing.

“Where have you been all night?” Amy asked.
“Investigating. Investigating this, investigating that, just general much needed investigations.”
“Nice. Find anything?”
“Not much. This place is rather small. It’s not like home. Can we go back home soon?”
“You mean real home?”
“Yeah. I don’t like this place. I miss home. I miss Mork.”
They kept walking, the colours of the forest around them seeming to faded away.
“What do you mean you miss Mark? He’s back home. I mean, real home, back through the door.”
“No he isn’t. Kat isn’t there either. Or… Tire. Or blue fuzzy Eth-ham.”
Amy stopped and looked at Chica. “Wait, what?”
“After you went off I went investigating- I found a ball! And the most perfect stick in the world! And a very very small box that tried to hop on my head for a ride! I had to run away from him!- But after that I got bored. So I went to real home. And no one was there. So I waited. But no one came back. So I got bored. So I came back here, where I knew you would be.”
Amy felt a wash of cold dread come over her. She felt cold and vulnerable at the idea that all her friends had mysteriously disappeared.
“And now I found you!” Chica continued, “And now we can go investigating together!” She bounded away further into the depleting forest. Amy ran to catch up with her, she couldn’t help the feeling that if she let Chica leave her sight she’d lose her forever.

Soon there were no trees at all. Or plants. Or muddy path. Or ground. Or sky. Just a white abyss and a mist that felt like lighter than the air itself.
“Wait. What’s happened? Shouldn’t this lead down the hill to town?”
Chica looked back at her, still with a face of careless happiness. “Nope. Nothin’ here. Just space!” She ran into the white and ran a mile circle before running back to Amy. “Space gets boring.”
Amy looked behind her as they walked on as the crude sticks and squares of what were presumably trees disappeared in the white mist until there was nothing but her and Chica. “But why is it here? Or rather… why is nothing here?”
“Because you like home more than town. He only made things you like. And made them better. He wanted to impress you.”
“You mean Other Mark?”
Chica’s ears flattened on her head and she seemed to stop smiling. “If that’s what you call him, then yes.”
“He created all this himself? Why? What does he want with me?”
“He loves you.”
That statement sent an unpleasant pulse down Amy’s chest. As much as the Other Mark had shown her nothing but care and consideration to the point of making her feel like a divine deity, the notion of him ‘loving’ her made her feel uncomfortable. “Loves me?”
“Yeah. He loves you, as much as I love Mork. And he hates Mork. He doesn’t like that he and Mork both love you, and that you love Mork, and you don’t love him. He wants to get rid of Mork. And Kat, and Tire, and Eth-ham.”
Amy stopped walking and just stared at the ground, clutching her arms and shivering. She was scared. Scared and unsure of what to do. Chica walked up to her legs and looked up at her terrified face. She realised Amy wasn’t happy, and she thought what she said made her unhappy, which made Chica feel unhappy.
So she tried to make her feel better. “Or maybe he doesn’t love you. Maybe he’s just pretending. Like he did with the old owners.”
Amy looked at Chica very puzzled. “Old owners?”
“Old owners of the house. They told me he tricked them by making them think he loved them. He then ate them.”
“Ate them?!”
“No, not like chomping them down. Just eating their lives.”
This confused Amy further, but she didn’t bother asking for an explanation. Any kind of ‘eaten’ was bad. “How did they tell you this? Where did you find them?”
“When investigating. They’re behind a mirror. They said they may see you soon.”
Amy gulped. She continued walking herself and Chica into the white abyss. She partially hoped that there was some path somewhere in the nothingness that lead to her real home, with her real friends, with her real life.

Then in the nothingness she saw something. A building. She got closer to it and slowly things started appearing. The ground, the sky, the trees, the brick wall, the familiar colourful walls of the house, familiar windows and pathways around the house. Her heart sunk as she realised it was the house she just left a few minutes ago.
“We walked in a big circle, didn’t we?”
“You may have done. I didn’t. Just a straight line.”
Amy scratched her head. “But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?”
“Easily, if you walk around the world.” Chica answered and she sat by Amy’s feet and stared at the house with her as the pieces of the world started to fall neatly into place.
Amy hummed. “Small world.”

It is one of the most devastating and beautiful smiles I have seen on Killian’s face. He is so caring and loving, adorable and sweet. Killian wants to know more about Emma, because he loves everything about her, and he feels honoured with the chance Emma is giving him, to know more about her, on a moment she felt vulnerable.

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Right, so.

Last night an anon asked me if I thought Elena loved Stefan more than Katherine and when I said that I believed that Elena loved him more powerfully, another anon accused me of not having any receipts to illustrate the assertion so I said I would do an explanation today.

I’ve had other anons come into my inbox since then insisting that what Katherine felt for Stefan was obsession and not love and that there seems to be confusion between the two feelings. I tend to agree.

What Katherine felt for Stefan was certainly intense and like I said last night, I believe that Stefan inspires that in the women he has some sort of relationship with:

Just in general, I think that when women fall for Stefan they fall hard and they fall deep and they fall fast. But falling doesn’t necessarily mean falling in love. Enter Katherine.

I think that in 1864, Katherine was in love with Stefan and I believe it was genuine:

I think that she was taken aback by how deeply she felt for him and how vulnerable he made her feel and I think after being around for so long and after everything she’d done to survive, the way Stefan made her feel … there was a certain purity to it that she hadn’t felt in a long time time. I also think that almost immediately that love becomes selfish and destructive because she starts manipulating him for her own interests:

When we get to seasons 2, 3 and 5, the Steferine relationship is really more based in Katherine being obsessed with getting Stefan to admit that he loved her, it becomes about her wanting to hear him say she meant/means something to him:

She is more in love with the idea of Stefan loving her than she actually is with Stefan. That’s why she hijacks Elena’s body in season 5 and attempts to seduce him even though that is unbelievably fucked up, she doesn’t think about the consequences that would cause for Stefan and how that would mess with his head.

It’s why in season 2 she threatens to kill Elena while he watches if he doesn’t break up with her.

Katherine may know Stefan and they may have moments of genuine connection but that doesn’t erase the fact that her “love” for him hurts him consistently because she’s obsessed with owning him:

Legit, that does not mean she loved him more than Elena. Fucking everything up for someone and the people around them just so you can get what you want — that someone’s love — doesn’t mean you love them more than anyone else, if anything it just means you love yourself the most because you don’t care how much you destroy the person you apparently love as long as you have them to yourself. That’s really all this is. If that’s the kind of dynamic you stan for then that’s cool, I find Steferine intriguing because of this because it’s actually a pretty messed up dynamic, but I would never say that she loved Stefan more than Elena.

The way Elena loved Stefan was unreservedly:

stubbornly:

passionately:

she let him in fully and she encouraged him to do the same and she was thoroughly devoted to his well-being:

and that made him feel good, that made him feel like a better person, that made him feel alive:

and that’s why I believed she loved him more and loved him more powerfully than Katherine. The fact that he’s devastated by their breakup doesn’t erase any of this, it enhances t, he was as devastated as he was because of everythiing they were to each other.

Anyway, those are my two cents.

Make it hurt ( Then kiss it better ) Yoongi/oc (a/b/o fic)

So here’s a small explanation since a lot of you are confused :

Imprinting is something like a courtship. When an Alpha imprints on an omega , he marks her as a potential mate. So after imprinting, the omega loses her scent and begins to carry the Alpha’s scent. this is to keep other Alphas away and prevent conflict. Imprinting is not a physical process. It’s a psychological and sexual process. It happens when the Alpha is sexually attracted to an omega. 

In Yoongi’s case, he gets like really turned on by Min Jung when she spits fire at him in the piano room. So he imprints on her ( accidentally ) 

Imprinting is involuntary ( in that an Alpha does not control who he imprints on.)

Mating happens when the Alpha specifically uses his incisors on the mating gland in an omega’s neck. It is usually done in the first heat after imprinting and is usually accompanied by sex. ( I wanted to write it but its messy and bloody , not very sexy ) 

The biting helps release most of the hormones that are triggering the heat and so it helps tame the omega’s first heat to an extent. ( In Min Jung’s case the heat is particularly strong because she is also very much attracted to Yoongi) 

Another important thing is that : SEx isn’t really intimacy when it comes to Alphas and Omegas. 

Because once they mate , consent is no longer valid

( imagine sex when you’re drunk. You may be horny and you may choose to have sex but it’s not really as consenting adults because your mental faculties aren’t perfect )

. An omega and an Alpha have to have sex or it’s going to be physically painful for both of them. This is because during sex, their scents mingle and it helps keep them both steady. Stops the Omega from becoming too needy and stops the Alpha from being too possessive or rough. 

Chapter 5

The next time I woke up, i found Jieun sitting on the chair next to the bed, dozing off fitfully.

“Hey…” I said softly and she startled. 

“Hey baby….” She smiled fondly, looking a little lost and I felt suddenly vulnerable.

“Here to offer your condolences?” I said , voice brittle. She sighed and lightly stroked back the hair on my brow, leaning down to kiss the edge of my forehead. 

“How are you feeling?” 

I shrugged.

“In a lot of pain. My body feels like it took a thrashing.” I said softly. 

Jieun nodded.

“Seokjin tells me you won’t need suppressants anymore.” She said softly.

I snorted.

“More like, they won’t work on me anymore…”

“Why’s that..”

“Well, mating triggers a complete change in the hormone cycle. I’m pretty much bound to Yoongi now. No one else can smell me. “

“What about heats?”

“I’m going to have those. I’ll probably have to live through them.” i grimaced.

“Or you could let Yoongi-”

“Do not finish that sentence if you want to leave with your teeth intact.” I said with a warning glare and she smiled a little. 

“It’s not like you’re going to be able to fight it. It’s just sex. You’d honestly rather be in endless mating pains than actually fuck him? I think that’s just stupid.” She shrugged and I glared at her. 

“Don’t make me come there. i may be tired but I will get up just to hit you.” 

“Fine.. Fine… So, I’m guessing you guys fought? Yoongi’s stomping around school growling at everyone in sight.” 

I grimaced.

“i have no idea why he’s so pissed.” i said grudgingly. I then told her about how he’d told me to stay out of his home . She listened patiently.

“He was probabaly having an off day. And if he really hated you he wouldn’t have bloody _ mated _ you.” She pointed out.

“He said I disgusted him.” I said , pride still stinging at the remembered slight.

Jieun grinned. 

“Then he has a weird way of showing it. Do you even realize how serious this is? He’s pretty much bound himself to you for life. And he did it despite the fact that he has a beautiful fiancee he obviously cares for. A fiancee who hasn’t stopped crying since she found about about what happened.” 

I blinked.

“What?”

“Yuju. They had like a huge argument . She’s been crying all over the place and cursing you to hell and back. It’s all out in public by the way, the fact that you ‘ stole’ Yoongi away.” 

“Oh, you have got to be shitting me…. I can’t believe that!! How the hell did that happen?!” 

“Yuju , I guess. Yoongi tried to do some damage control but i think you’re still going to get a bit of flak over the whole thing when you get back. “ 

I flinched.

“I’m sick of both of them. “ i said honestly, burrowing deeper into my sheets. 

And it was true. I was still tired and in pain and somehow I was the one who came out battered out of this whole thing , physically and mentally. 

So it seemed unfair that I got blamed for it as well. 

But that was what you got for being born an omega. 

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Jieun wasn’t kidding about the flak thing. When I stepped into class a week later I almost went up in flames from all the glares that got shot my way. I swallowed the dryness in my throat. It was debilittating, this newfound weakness that I was sporting. My body thrummed like it was a guitar string, my back hurt and throbbed and everything was just hazy. If Alpha scents had been annoying before, they were downright unbearable now and the only solution would be to wear Yoongi’s scent : surround myself with his Alpha pheromones and then i could spend the rest of my life in a floaty omega headspace , not bothered by any other Alpha ever again.

It made me want to puke.

Shivering a bit from the cold ( that wasn’t there ) , I grabbed the jacket in the locker and slipped it on , only to crash head first into the metal door when an elbow jammed into my back.

“Oops, didn’t see you there baby…”

I grunted, shoving my arms fully into my jacket and turning around to press my palm against Kris’ broad chest shoving as hard as I could.

“Get the fuck away from me…” I hissed . He growled and reached out fingers closing around my throat and pinning me to the locker till I choked.

“You’re a filthy , little omega? I always wondered why you drove all of us mad with wanting you… Turns out it wasn’t our fault at all… you’re just the abomination that should be bloody locked up.”

I snarled, reaching out and scratching his face till his hold on me relaxed and he stepped back, just enough for me to punch him in the stomach. He grunted, doubling over for a second and I clenched my fists, bending it a little back before socking him in the nose with my wrist.

The satisfying crunch of his nose breaking coupled with the sudden gush of blood let some of the tension seep out of me although my throat still burned.

He coughed and spluttered, spraying the floor with blood and I grabbed his shoulder, shoving him away and stalking forward. I barely reached the end of the hallway before another guy grabbed my arm and this time it was Zitao, another one of Kris’ cronies. I groaned and pulled back.

“Let me go before I fucking kill you…” I growled and he twisted my arm till I yelped body turning instinctively til I was pressed back against his chest, eyes watering from the pain.

“Why the fuck do you think you can go around bloody assaulting people?!” He growled into my ears and I lifted my leg up bringing it down hard on his instep. He grunted but didn’t let go.

‘”Because you guys think you can touch me without my bloody consent..!!” I snapped.

“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HER!!!”

Yoongi’s growl rumbled through the hallway

Both of us jumped and Zitao’s hold loosened just a little bit. I stared, disoriented as Yoongi’s scent hit me like a two ton truck on a highway, knocking me over and making me almost sag to the ground. I dug my heels into the ground and pulled myself together, flinching when I saw Yoongi stop a few feet away from us, his eyes blazing dangerously red and his mouth opening in a snarl, lips curling away from sharp teeth , murderous intent so clear that my heart skipped a beat.

“She’s mine… “ He whispered suddenly and his eyes were almost fully red, burning bright with fury and next to me Zitao swore.

“What the fuck, yoongi…”

Yoongi sprang forward, grabbing Kris by his collar and slamming him right into the locker, so hard that the metal bent out of shape, Kri’s’s head making a sickening crunch as it hit the door. The boy’s eyes rolled back in his skull and he sank to the floor in a mess.

Yoongi was breathing hard, muscles straining and shirt soaked with sweat, his fingers clenched so tight that the veins stood out .

He rounded on me and his eyes locked in on Zitao’s hands curled loosely around my arm and he growled, low and dangerous and I knew he was going to kill him.

It took me a second to realize what he was going to do, to recognize that he wasn’t in his senses and he likely had no idea what he was doing either. Yoongi rushed forward at a frightening speed and I shoved Zitao away,  moving forward to get in his way. I managed to get in place,  just as  Yoongi did, and ended up  blocking his progress with my body.

The collision knocked my breath right out of my lungs. My feet got knocked off from underneath me and for a scary second I was air-borne, thrown across half a dozen feet because of the momentum. We landed on the waxed floor skidding a few feet before resting against the wall, his weight so heavy on my body that i began choking .

I gasped as his body pressed into me, too heavy for me to breath but instincts kicked in and I lifted my mouth, nosing into the curve of his neck and lightly sinking my teeth in before licking the spot softly, (**a/n : this is like a gesture of submission)**

“Alpha…” I breathed out desperately , head swimming from his scent and conscious thought no longer in place. Yoongi was trembling in my arms, his entire body shaking as he tried to get himself under control and I pressed my palms inside his shirt, stroking his chest and rubbing my mouth against his pulse insistently.

“ Mine..” He was growling and I choked when his fingers curled around my waist, so hard that i knew there were going to be bruises. His eyes flashed red as he stared down at me and I bit my lips before pressing my lips against his.

“Yours..” I reassured him, mind clouding as I fought to stay in my senses. He was still not out of his headspace, evident in the way his body shook against mine. He growled and pushed me into the floor , lips pressing against mine without restraint and it wasn’t a kiss. There was nothing remotely pleasurable or mutual about it. It was force, dominance, him proving a bloody point and all I could do was submit, let him rub himself all over me till his breathing calmed down.

He was hard, his erection rocking back and forth against me and I choked, aware of the slick dripping out of me, staining my clothes.I shut my eyes and tried to keep myself from doing something absolutely stupid. The urge to spread my legs was overwhelming, to grip the back of his thighs and let him push into me. To fill the aching, echoing emptiness in my body. I felt incomplete and lost, like a vital part of me was missing and tears slipped out from the effort it took to clench my fists and keep my hands to myself.

When he finally stopped shaking, we were both panting.

“Shit.. Shit…Fucking hell..” Yoongi whispered , pulling back with a look of genuine horror in his face as he stared down at me. I almost whimpered when he got off, curling around and away, trying to get my body in control.

Around us, the rest of the students stood in a circle, staring down at me with disgust written all over their face. I couldn’t even blame them. We had just behaved like animals. I stared up at the ceiling, willing the ground to just open up and swallow me whole.

As i lay there, trembling and breaking down, his fiancees’ voice echoed through the hallway like another nail in my coffin.

“Yoongi!! Yoongi what are you doing?” she was screaming.

I groaned.

Yuju was the last person i wanted to confront now and Yoongi’s fingers gripped me a bit as he pulled away from me, the loss of his scent and body heat leaving me instantly drained and miserable. It was physiaclly painful, my body throbbing in protest and screaming at me to latch myself onto his shoulders, to bury myself into his skin till we became one.

I felt like everything I’d ever believed about myself no longer held true.

After years of fighting my body, my lineage, my biology , my body had won. I wasn’t independant. I wasn’t strong enough to survive without an Alpha.

I needed Yoongi.

I wanted him so badly that even this little separation felt like hell.

The urge to burst into tears was overwhelming.

“I’m sorry.. Oh, fuck..i’m so sorry..” He was saying, moving as though to lift me but I snarled, embarassed and humiliated. My skirt was soaked through and he flushed red and it was small consolation that no one could smell me except him.

“I.. I’ll.. Hang on..” He was hastily unbuttoning his shirt and I swallowed, letting him wrap the sleeves around my waist like a makeshift sarong, covering up the worst of the stains and i took a ddep shuddering breath.

“If you really want to help me…. you have to leave..” i said softly, my voice cracking a little and for once I don’t even want to fight him. All i wanted to do iwas crawl into my room, curl up in bed and lick my wounds in private.

Yoongi hesitated , like he wanted to protest but a second later  he was reaching out and pulling me closer, wrapping his arms aroud me till I was buried into his chest. 

“Min jung, I know I fucked up… just hear me out..”

I grunted, drowning in his scent. it couded my head and felt overpowering and made thinking impossible. I pushed at him, trying to get away. 

Yoongi moved away a bit but a second later i was being hauled into his lap as he cradled me close.

“What are you, a fucking animal?! Get a hold on yourself and get the hell away from me!! ” I hissed at him .

Yoongi  recoiled just for a second before glaring back.

“I was protecting you…. not hurting you!” He shouted.

“Well, I wouldn’t bloody need protecting if your bitch of a girlfriend didn’t go around spewing venom!”

I grunted and gripped the edge of his shoulders before dragging myself up. I glanced around and froze a little. 

Yuju stood stock still and frozen like she couldn’t understand or comprehend what was happening . i felt a sudden unexpected pang of sympathy for her. Her fiancee was pretty much going to thirdbase with another girl in the school hallway and she couldn’t even stop it. 

I stared at Yoongi briefly before relaxing a little.

“Just leave, Yoongi. I know you didn’t mean to act that way so… just please… leave. Your fiancee needs you. Look at her… she’s breaking down.” I hated the way the words felt on my tongue, bitter and painful, like something that really didn’t belong there. 

Yoongi glanced at her , and his eyes softened briefly before he turned back to me. And even that little gesture made my heart burn with jealousy. My inner omega , the one that was just so intrinsically bound to Yoongi , wailed in rejection, the sight of him glancing at her triggering so much envy and protest that I felt like someone was slicing my heart into thin ribbons. 

He looked torn, his face paler than usual, eyes brimming with something I didn’t really feel like exploring. 

“We need to talk… ” The urgency in his tone terrified me and i felt like I was boiling over with a gazillion emotions that threatened to spill over like acid. I swallowed and shook my head. 

“No.. we don’t.. There’s nothing to…” i stopped, suddenly aware of the crowd around us, staring at me like I was something stuck to the bottom of their shoe. I glared weakly and Yoongi’s eyes followed my gaze, narrowing dangerously at the onlookers. 

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU IDIOTS STARING AT!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE BEFORE I RIP YOUR GODDAMN NECKS OFF!!!” Yoongi shouted suddenly and I recoiled at how wild he looked and it stuck me that he really wasn’t himself. I’d never seen him yell. Never seen him lose his cool. His anger had always been controlled , restrained and dangerous.

i’d never seen him like this. 

He looked like he was going to commit homicide. 

The rest of the school seemed to think the same. They exchanged horrified looks and whispers before slowly clearing off from the area. I watched them leave and sighed when Yoongi reached out, back of his fingers brushing down across my cheek, the gesture so awfully soothing that it was frightening. Terrifying. 

“Baby…. I’m sorry…" 

I shuddered, pulling away and glaring at him.

"Don’t call me that? Why are you calling me that.?! You said you hated me! That I disgust you! That you-”

“I didn’t mean any of that shit… you know that better than anyone else….!” He snapped and I scooted back , away from his personal space. 

“It doesn’t fucking matter! you have a fiancee! You obviously care for her….”

“I care for you too!! Please, Min Jung -” He stopped as footfalls sounded across the hallway and I blinked when i saw that it was Seokjin looking lost and the school director. The man looked grim and angry. 

“Ms. Min jung….” He said gruffly. “ We need to have a conversation." 

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"Mr. Kim, I’m not trying to ruin your sister’s life. It’s just a matter of priniciple and fairness to the rest of the students. Betas make up 76% of the school’s population and we cannot have an omega throwing things into disorder . ” Director Lee said firmly and I clenched my fists, resisting the urge to dive across the oak table and strangle him. 

“She’s a mated omega. Her scent isn’t going to disrupt anything..” Seokjin argued .

“But what happened today was absolutely unacceptable. That lewd display in front of our innocent underage students? ”

I wondered if the guy knew how many of his innocent underage student broke into this very office at night to fuck on his expensive couch.  

“Mr. Lee…”

“Besides, need we remind you that we only accepted Ms. Kim because of your assuracnce that she would be on suppressants? That she would not at any point display any of her…tendencies in the presence of the rest of us civilized people.”

And there it was.

“Are you calling me uncivilized, Mr. Lee?” I didn’t mean to growl. 

He raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not the one letting a man spread my legs in a crowded hallway…” He said loftily and next to me Seokjin growled lowly.

“Mr. Lee, one more syllable demeaning my sister and i will dislocate your bloody jaw.” He said levelly. 

Mr. Lee scoffed.

“this is precisely why we did not wish to let your sister in…" 

"But you did. Didn’t you?” I stood up, pressing my palms into the table and leaning forward . “ You did enroll me in your  school and you know why. I’m the top student in the entire  country. You and I both know that i’m the smartest kid ion a thousand mile radius and you know what? That hasn’t changed! I worked my ass off to be here and I’m not letting you kick me out over something as minor as my  biology . " 

"You signed a contract , Mr. Kim. One that assured us that she will be under suppressants as long as she studies here. If you violate those terms, she’s going to have to leave." 

"She’s a mated omega.. Suppressants don’t have an effect on her..” Seokjin said. “ And i don’t see you dragging the Min boy in here? He was also involved in the incident.”

“He’s an Alpha. ” Director Lee said firmly as though that excused everything. I wanted to feel angry but somehow i couldn’t. Yoongi had somehow seeped into my conscience : a confusing feeling of attraction and respect and yearning mingling with the knowledge that he wasn’t like the other alphas. I could hate men like Director Lee because they perpetuated the stigma attached to an omega but how could i hate Min Yoongi , for being an alpha, when he had done nothing but respect me and protect me and treat me with the respect I’d fought for all my life. 

And it was so weakening, the knowledge that I couldn’t hate him. That I had somehow let this alpha so far into my world that he was shaping my future. That he was controlling my life. 

“So, you need to assure us that she goes back on suppressants or we’re going to have to start proceedings to have her removed from the school." 

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"I don’t understand…. why is your sister so much trouble, Seokjin?! You know I’ve been bloody patient the past decade. She never listens to us! She picks fights with Alphas three times her size! Now look where it’s gotten her?! She could lose her bloody scholarship? And then what? We spend the rest of our life babysitting her while she goes around the town beating people up?! Is she even worthy of being a doctor without an ounce of respect for human beings?! Doctors heal… They do not go around beating people up!! ” Jimin’s voice tore through the apartment and I sank deeper into the floor, knees drawn up as i stared at the wall.

“It’s not her fault…”

“How can you bloody say that? She’s always the first one to throw the punch in any fight! There’s a nineteen year old boy with twenty stitches in his skull and a concussion because your sister could not rein in her temper…." 

I felt the tears slip out softly and tried not to sob too loud. 

” That was Yoongi…“ 

"Think about it. If she hadn’t gone running to him that day , hadn’t gone there and drowned him in her pheromones the kid wouldn’t have bloody imprinted on her in the first place! if anything, Min Yoongi is the victim in this whole debacle. He had his life together , before your precious sister decided to crash land in his life and fuck things up for everyone involved…”

“Jimin, she’s going to hear you…”

“Well, i hope she does. I hope she understands that there are better ways to stand up for your cause than by hitting people and starting fights. Does her behavior make omegas seem like  good people?  And now look what she’s done? Yoongi’s father wants you fired! The school wants you to get her out! Everything you spent your thirty years tryiong to build is coming down in flames because your little sister cannot act like a civilized human being!! " 

"Stop yelling and tell me how to fix this." 

"Don’t ask me, Jin. You and i both know how to fix it. She has to transfer out of that school. find her a nice omega school and she can do her senior year there and graduate." 

"Omega schools don’t let her sit for college admissions Jimin… I can’t just…”

“You should have thought of that before spoiling her rotten, Jin. The moment she steps out of this life and enters a professional environment she’s going to be in a hell of a lot of trouble. Her first instinct to anything and everything is violence. That has to change. You have a responsibility to her, as her guardian. Talk to her or you’re going to lose your sister forever. " 

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"I’m going to be honest with you, Min jung. ”

I stared at Seokjin as he sat across from me on the couch, face oddly blank as he looked at his feet. 

“Seokjin, i’m sorry. Oppa…I’m so sorry …” I said , tears already brimming. 

“I can’t afford to lose my job. I don’t want you to lose your dreams either. ” He glanced up slowly. 

“Jin…”

“I spoke to Min Yoongi." 

I froze, the blood in my veins truning to ice. 

"No.”

“Mr. Min is adamant about Yoongi not getting into any trouble because of what has happened. He  agrees that this might be the best solution. ”

“i won’t!” I whispered. “ i won’t do it..”

“This isn’t just about you!!! For once in your life will you stop being selfish? My job is at risk! Yoongi's future is at risk as well! He’s set to takeover his father’s company and he cannot do that if he turns into a monster everytime a guy comes near you!" 

"Seokjin, i’m sorry. I’m apologizing, aren’t i? don’t punish me for something that isn’t my fault!!" 

"I’m not punishing you! i’m protecting you!”

“I don’t need you to protect me , i can protect myself!!”

“No!! You need to be protected from your self!! You’re rash, impulsive and you don’t think before you act Min jung! One day it’s going to end badly. One day, the guy you hit or fight is going to take a bloody knife yto your throat! One day, you’re going to bite off more than you can chew and you’re going to wreck your own life. i’m not going to stand by here and watch you destroy yourself. ”

“ Seokjin…”

“I’m going to go. Yoongi’s outside and he wants to talk to you. You will listen. You will do what he says. He’s your Alpha and you’re not going to disobey him. ” He stood up and I felt genuine fear creep in. 

“Oppa…”

“i love you. I love you very much but i have to do this." 

The door slammed shut behind him and I just sat there, too disoriented to move when it opened again. Min Yoongi came in, dressed in a plain blue button down and form fitting slacks, his hair brushed back and face so breathtaking as he stared at me. 

Yoongi looked at me for a second before moving closer , his eyes flashing red and it was scary, the way my body and mind reacted to him. But I wasn’t fully gone yet. I swallowed the impulse to move closer, the instinctive urge to reach out and clenched my fists instead. But it felt like y heart had dropped down to my knees, pounding incessantly and i felt lightheaded as i stared at him. 

"Don’t look so scared. it doesn’t suit you at all.” He said softly. 

My throat felt parched , fingers trembling just a bit as i gripped the edge of the couch. 

“Where’s the girl who wanted to become a doctor and shake the world? is she still in there somewhere?" 

"Please don’t .” I didn’t know what i was begging for. 

“I want to help you, Min Jung. I’m going to help you. But I can’t do it by myself. I don’t want to force you into anything. I want you to make the decision yourself. Will you marry me?" 

I choked on air, scrabbling back in shock and disbelief. 

"No… Yoongi , don’t listen to my brother…Don’t…”

“This isn’t about your brother! This is about you and me. You saw what happened that day.?! it’s not going to stop. i’m going to want to kill anyone who comes near you and it’s going to be a bother if i keep putting guys in the hospital. i don’t want to go to prison this young.”

I laughed in disbelief. 

“You have a fiancee…" 

"I broke up with her.  I’m not an unreasonable guy, Min Jung. I was the one who got us into this mess. i just want to take responsibility for what happened…"  He pulled back and pressed his thumb across my lower lip. 

“I don’t want to marry you. “ i said angrily. 

” You don’t have a choice. You shouldn’t have come to me that day. You shouldn’t have cared for  my brother . You shouldn’t have made him smile again. . you shouldn’t have charmed me so much. You shouldn’t have made it so damn impossible for me to stop thinking about you. Really, all this is your fault. “ He stepped closer and I swallowed. 

"You’re insane. Let me go.” I shoved at him, panic bubbling inside me. 

“Not until you take responsibility. For turning me into an idiot who just can’t bloody leave you alone. " 

Yoongi moved closer and I flinched. My thighs snapped together and it was a telling sign , one he quickly noticed. His eyes dropped to my hips and he glanced back at me, eyes heavy with desire and affection.

lies. he doesn’t like you. he doesn’t love you. alphas do not love omegas. they own them. you cannot give in. 

"It’s not wrong. To feel that way about me. ” He said softly. “ I’m your Alpha. it’s natural. It doesn’t make you weak…" 

i shook my head. 

"I don’t feel anyway about you. Get out…”

“I can smell you. Why are you lying? What are you afraid of?  ” He kicked the table out of the way and i yelped, crawling back in panic. I barely moved a few feet when he was on me,  grabbing my wrist and pinning me to the couch, his body taut and strong on mine. 

“Please….Yoongi.. don’t..”

“Are you afraid that i’ll touch you?” He whispered, raising my hand to press his lips to my wrist. “ Or are you afraid that you’ll enjoy it?" 

Enjoy it? how could i possibly enjoy something that strips me of my dignity….

I didn’t even realize I’d said it out loud. 

"Is that what you think? That I’ll strip you of your dignity? Your clothes, maybe. Your dignity? Never. " 

And then he was kissing me 

It was fast and rough and fierce. He used his tongue to trace the seam of my lips, demanding entrance, even as his hands slipped underneath my dress, gripping my thighs and forcing me to wrap my legs around his lean waist. I gasped, the physical expression of his strength leaving me momentarily dazed.  

"Let me in, babe…. I’ll take care of you…. Let me in… ” he whispered raggedly, even as he pressed in further, rocking his erection against my center in a rough pace  that set off fireworks at the back of my eyelids, my blood singing in my veins.

When i didn’t respond his grip on my waist tightened and he growled. 

“I’ve had almost enough of your stubbornness. Don’t make me use force. ” He warned me and there it was : The Alpha voice that demanded things i wasn’t willing to give. 

It was exactly the phrase I needed to hear. 

it reminded of exactly why this whole thing was such a bad idea. 

I pulled back and gave him a soft smile. 

“I would rather die than marry an Alpha. Now get off me before I strangle you. " 


 

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Author’s Note : I think a lot of people stopped reading this thing? Because i got almost no feedback the last few chapters? Oh well…I’m sorry if you guys didn’t like it. i’ll try to do better… :( 
 

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Oh god, why did she agree to this? ‘Dress to impress’, that was what Rose said, helping her to find a perfect outfit for the night. But this thing she was wearing, this wasn’t an outfit at all, this was a nighty, maybe even a half of a nighty, maybe even a quarter. She felt naked, vulnerable, cold. Music was pumping, Rose and Tay were nowhere to be seen, she was surrounded by flashes of bright light, that nauseated her, and people she didn’t knew, some of them openly ogling her. She tried to calm herself down, tried to manage her breathing, but the efforts only made her hyperventilate more. Her palms got wet, her head got heavy with the slowly approaching darkness, her legs became weaker, weaker… and then… nonexistent…

I miss the vulnerability James brought out in Kara in season one. She really did come off like a woman that was falling in love for the first time in her life and it was sweet to see.

Season two I felt no vulnerability with Kara. She had struggles with Mon-el but unlike James they never told us why he was worth Karas emotional labor.

Maybe Just A Little (Veronica Lodge x Reader)

Request: Yes and my own Prompt Idea

My Prompt: “Please, just don’t break my heart.”

@riverdalexoxo Prompt idea: Veronica x fem!reader. Like, the reader is scared of something stupid but like, she doesnt want it to be seen so shes like “Me? Sscared? Nooo..” And Veronica teases her about it. Btw your work is awesome, i love the scooby doo one haha xx

Anon: Imagine where Veronica thinks it’s funny to make the reader jealous and flirt with the players of the football team but stops once she sees the angry/possessive/mischievous look on reader’s face.Thanks!

Warnings: Slightly sad, Insecure!Reader, Lots of Fluff, Like one or two Cuss Words

So it turns out my thumb is sprained and I need to wear this stupid tape around my finger, so it takes me a while to type.  I’m sorry for the lack of updates, but I’m trying to get more posts up.

Here’s the babe Veronica Lodge!

Originally posted by kevinkeller

What if you weren’t good enough?

What if she would finally realize that you were way too out of her league?

What if she left you for someone better?

There was no doubt in your mind that you were not deserving of Veronica. She was beautiful, smart, funny, confident, and had this ability to make anyone smile.

Veronica Lodge was a masterpiece.

You sighed watching from afar as your girlfriend got cozier with Riverdale’s high school football team. Your stomach sank. While most would get jealous, you just got more and more insecure. You didn’t believe that you belonged with a woman of such potential.

You would only hold her back from greatness.


Veronica was doing this on purpose.  She wanted to make you jealous.  She had only seen your jealous side once before, and to say it made her feel exhilarated was an understatement.

The way your nose would scrunch up, the look of pure confusion on your beautiful face, as your eyes crinkled made her heart swoon.

Veronica needed to see that again.

If flirting with the football team would do that, than so be it.


She smiled that beautiful smile at Archie Andrews like he was the only person in the world.  Your insecurities rose to a high point, but as soon as she leaned up to whisper something into Archie’s ear, only for him to smile back at her and nod, replaced the insecurities with anger.

How dare he.

You were good enough for Veronica.

You would prove that to her.

Or at least, in the moment, that is what you thought.


She watched the anger rise in your eyes.  Enjoying every minute of it, she grinned.

When she realized that nothing was getting a reaction out of you, she had asked Archie to play along.  She knew that would spark something, and surely to god, it did.


“Do you have any idea what the hell you are doing to me?” The fire in your eyes was enough to tell her that she had succeeded.

Pulling you away with her, she sent a wink Archie’s way over your shoulder.

“That would be?” She smirked.

“Shit Veronica! You’re driving me insane.”

“Mmm.” She hummed as the anger on your face diminished.

“I get it, I’m not good enough for you, but please,” you pleaded with her, “don’t break my heart.”

Veronica’s smiled dropped.  Is this how you felt?  She had never seen you so vulnerable.

“(Y/n), no, you should not feel this way.”  How could she have been so stupid to try and make you jealous?  Jealousy wasn’t who you were, it wasn’t one of your traits.  You were sweet, and understanding, and incredibly caring.  You were shy, and your timid smile could light up the whole galaxy.  “I love you so much.” Veronica smiled up at you encouragingly. “If anyone doesn’t derseve to be with someone, it’s me. (Y/n), you are so much more special than you give yourself credit for, I don’t deserve you.”

I was so scared you’d leave me. I-”

Veronica grinned, deciding it was time to tease you a bit.

“Aw, you were scared.”

Your eyes widened at your mistake. “Shit.” You cussed. “Scared.  Did I say scared?”

“You did.” She teased further.

“Me? No.  Never.” You hunched over, embarrassed. “Maybe just a little bit.”

“I love you, you dork.” Veronica laughed as your cheeks reddened.

“It’s one of my best qualities huh?” You joked timidly.

“Definitely.”

You Didn't Ask Me to Stay

The boat rocks under her feet and she has to grab the railing to hold herself steady. It’s a strange feeling; she hasn’t felt uneasy on the seas in years, since she was just a little girl. But it unsettles her now-or maybe it’s just that she’s so deeply unsettled that everything shakes her. The world is always roiling under her feet, even when she’s on dry land. 

Viserion. Her child, her sweet child…gone now, dead where he’ll never be found again. It happened so fast she still can’t quite realize it had happened; she’ll be hit by waves of panic and loss at random times, or waves of depression that drag her down so deeply that nothing can shake her out of them. 

Except for Lord Snow. Jon. 

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