and then i jumped right back into the air conditioned car

Dentists

Warnings: Fluffffffffffff

Word Count: 1304

A/n: Just rlly inexcusably cheesy. Like this is not okay. I am persONALLY ashamed by the amount of fluff.

Originally posted by xratherbeyou

You huffed, crossing and uncrossing your legs again as you leaned back in the tiny, uncomfortable chair. Three things you hated the most were doctors, strange drills, and people poking and prodding you and dentistry combined all of those things into one extremely-sanitized, linoleum-floored, overly-expensive hell. Even just sitting in the waiting room was making you feel sick.

How long did it even take to remove wisdom teeth? When Peter, your best friend, had asked you to drive him to the dentist for his appointment, you thought it would be a simple half hour affair but it had been an hour and a half now and he still wasn’t out. You supposed it was because he had waited so long to take them out, but still, it wasn’t that difficult was it?

“Excuse me, Miss?”

You started as a stout man walked towards you, his blue nurse’s scrubs swishing as he walked briskly towards you.

“Yes?”

“You are here with Mr. Maximoff, correct?”

“Yeah, is he alright?” You frowned, were there complications? That would be bad, right?

“Yes he’s fine, don’t worry. Dr. Carlyle just thought that, because it’s taking so long you might want an update.”

“Oh, okay.” You breathed out in relief.

“Peter has all but one wisdom tooth out. His body fought the anesthesia in the beginning, more than any patient I’ve ever seen. His metabolism must be extremely high. Anyways, we upped the dosage which did the trick. He should be out in around ten minutes, but because of the high dosage, he might act a little more out of it than our other patients.”

“Alright, thank you.”

You sat back down, fiddling with your fingers. At least nothing bad happened, he was alright. But then again, there was no telling what Peter might do on all those drugs.

It was another fifteen minutes before Peter came out, a nurse pushing him on a wheelchair with slight difficulty as Peter’s head lolled against the back of the chair, an absent smile glazed across his face.

“Y/n… Is that you?” The silver-haired boy slurred as he craned his neck to see you from where his head was positioned.

“Yes, Peter, it’s me.”

“Aw.” Peter chuckled. “Yes.” He did a small fist pump as you thanked the nurse, taking Peter from him.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes that you’re here. I thought that bald-guy was gonna take me to his home.” He stuttered, jerking a thumb at the nurse. “But now I’m gonna go home with you.”

You smiled, thanking the people at the desk before promptly leaving, letting out a breath of a relief as the door shut behind you.

“So,” You began pushing Peter towards your car, drumming your fingers on the chair’s handles. “How do you feel?”

“Feeling scared.” He held the armrests tighter. “You’re going too fast!”
“What?” You slowed your walk to a crawl.

“Slow down, you’re gonna kill me, woman!” Peter leaned back in the seat, his knuckles white with the strain of gripping the armrests. This was going to be a long day.

After much struggle and more sweat than you’d like to admit, you had successfully made it to the car. Peter sat in the passenger’s seat, looking out the window, his eyes glazed over slightly.

“Hey, Y/n?”

“Yeah, Peter?” You drummed your fingers on the steering wheel, turning into the driveway of the mansion.

“Do you think cars have feelings?”

“What?”

“Like, do cars have-” He waved his hands, wiggling his fingers slightly. “Feelings?”

“Um, I-”

“No!” He raised a finger to your mouth. “Shh. Shhhhhhhhhhhh.”

“I-”

“Cause, uh, I was thinking like, you know when it’s really hot and you turn on the air conditioning so that you don’t die of heat stroke?” He feigned fainting, collapsing against the window and throwing his feet up on the dashboard. “Do you think it hurts the car? I always felt bad, what if it was too much for the car? What if we’re overworking the car, pushing past its limit?”

He was shouting now, accentuating each word with a punch to the car door.

“Peter, cars are designed to work that hard.” You pulled the car into the garage, the engine growling to a halt “Ok, we’re home!”

Peter jumped, leaning across you and fumbling with the lock a couple of times before pressing it down, sighing in relief.

“Ha, now I’ve got you trapped and you have to talk with me!”

“Ok. What.”

“Well, after thinking about if cars can feel I thought what if other things have feelings? Like clothes and stuff.”

You hummed, reaching down and leaning your chair back, pulling your legs into cross beneath you.

“I know you have that t-shirt, that red, button down with all the crazy flowers?” A piece of gauze fell out of his mouth and onto the car seat. “That super ugly one?” He shoved a finger in his mouth, struggling to put the gauze back into place.

“Yeah? My cousin gave it to me.” You chewed your bottom lip. “I’ve only worn it once, to that disco party Jubilee threw last year.”

“Ok, ok, but, do you ever think that maybe, maybe it just…” Peter tipped his head back, blinking away tears. “I mean you never wear it! It just wastes away in the back of your closet, watching as all the other clothes get worn, maybe it just wants to be loved?”

“Peter, I-” You bit back a laugh. “Are you crying?”

“Yeah.” Peter whimpered sniffling softly. “Just a little.”

You rolled your eyes, reaching for the door handle once more.

“Wait, no!”
Peter launched himself forward, into your lap, his body now sprawled across you.

“Don’t go.”

“Okay, okay!” You held your hands up in surrender. “What is it?”

He looked up at you, his brown eyes the color of amber and coffee as he peered through his thick eyelashes. It was moments like these that always threw you off guard. Times when he looked so effortlessly beautiful, especially when it wasn’t expected.

How could he look so good while so unbelievably doped up? The way his feathery platinum locks fell like silk around his shoulders was almost exquisite. And his whole “I-haven’t-slept-in-two-years” look complimented him even when, based on all scientific reasoning, it shouldn’t.

“Y/n?”

You drank in the way his lips formed so perfectly around your name.

“Yeah?”

Gently, as if he were expensive china, you ran your fingers through his hair, each strand shimmering as the light from outside poured in and washed itself over Peter’s face.

“I know I’m probably gonna regret it in the morning but I’m gonna say it anyways, okay?”

You grinned, tracing your index finger down the side of his face and along his jaw.

“Okay.” You breathed out in a barely audible whisper.

“You make me feel good, like really good. You make the bad days easier and… and there’s been a lot of those lately.” He licked his lips, his cinnamon eyes glued to yours the entire time.

“And whenever I hear something funny, I always look around to see if you think it’s funny too, even when you’re not there. And at night, when I’m cold or alone, I always reach out, expecting you to be there for some reason. When you’re happy, it makes me happy. And when you cried watching that Harry Potter movie the other night, even though I wasn’t watching the movie, seeing you cry, it felt like my heart was breaking.”

You breathed in slowly, scanning his face for any emotion, any sign to tell you where this was going.

“And I can’t help but think the same thing every time I see you.” He smiled reaching up and grasping a strand of hair between his fingers, twisting it slowly.

“I love her.”

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You Understand, Right? (Part 8): Unconvinced

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader

Length: 1507+ words

TW: Fighting, and description of injuries

A/N: Things are picking up again! I’m still not sure how I want to end this series tbh- my first ending didn’t seem conclusive enough.

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!

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As Castiel predicted, it took a while for him to track the vampire, even with Dean and Sam doing their best to contact anyone they know who could help. They had almost the entire hunter population in North America on this case. Dean insisted on having all the help they can so they could get this over with. He hated having Crowley hovering over them with a deal.

It was another week and a half, until Castiel managed to locate him. Dean and Sam immediately grabbed their stuff, ready to go. The two brothers made their way to the kitchen, where Y/N was sitting and reading yet another lore book.

“Hey, Y/N, we’re gonna go on a hunt,” Dean told her, not expecting her to respond. He knew better than anyone else that Y/N was in a different world when reading.

Her head snapped towards them, lowering her book slowly. “I want to come,” she said, surprising both boys. They both looked at her with widened eyes, then turned to each other in a silent conversation.

“Alright, sure I guess. Go pack your bag. We’ll be leaving in 10,” Dean said, ruffling her hair as he passed by.

“We should bring the Colt just in case,” Sam told Dean, who nodded in agreement. As his older brother went to grab the weapon, he turned his head to Y/N. “Are you sure you want to come with us?”

She nodded. “You might need backup.” Her voice wasn’t serious, but it wasn’t all too playful either. Still, it brought out a smile from the younger Winchester.

“Okay.”

Dean came back waving the wrapped up gun in the air, a goofy smile on his face. “Got it.”

“Is that the Colt?” she asked, peering over to the gun.

“The one and only,” he replied with a huge grin.

She look at it with such curiosity before nodding. Once she finished packing her stuff, she went outside to the garage with her duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

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It’s A Hate-Hate Thing {Lim Changkyun} ~Happy One Month!!~

Originally posted by wonhontology

Prompt: Y/N and Changkyun have been fighting for two years and their friends are tired of it, so they take matters into their own hands and handcuff Changkyun and Y/N together hoping it will help them get over whatever they have been fighting for, for the last two years, the only problem is: Y/N has no clue what is it herself.

Pairing: Changkyun x Reader

Word Count: 5.2k

Warning: smut, rough sex, 

|| Requests Open || Smut Game 1 || Smut Game 2 || BTS Masterlist || GOT7 Masterlist ||

**This is hands down the longest story I’ve written with an actual plot and smut scene~

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Yoongi Scenario: Clean

Request: Could you please write some yoongi fluff? I saw your post about wanting to write for him and I’ve been looking for some good fluff lol

Genre: Fluffy fluff

Dedicated to my buddy @btswillfuckyouup

It was so rare that you’d be granted two days off in a row. You’d been working so much lately that you felt blessed to have a day off period. And since you’d already promised to spend one of those days with your beloved boyfriend Yoongi, you’d decided to spend the other relaxing with a bit of retail therapy. With all the work you’d been doing you certainly had the money for it, and it wasn’t like you got to shop very often.

Seoul had so many nice shopping districts and you had been to a lot of them, but there was one that you hadn’t gone to yet, and after spending most of the morning and afternoon there you decided it was your favorite so far. You were so enthralled with the experience, in fact, that you didn’t notice the darkening skies.

You stepped out of the makeup shop with yet another shopping bag in your hands when a raindrop landed square on your nose. You looked up and noticed the dark, rolling clouds as yet another raindrop fell on your cheek. The wind was picking up, and the rain was coming down much more steadily now– and here you were out in the middle of Seoul, arms weighed down with shopping bags and no umbrella.

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Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 7

Title: Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 7

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Synopsis: You spend the night in Negan’s room.

Warnings: NSFW!!!

Original Idea by: @babyblues915

Note: Said I’d post a request first but I couldn’t finish it so here’s the DDHTK update you’ve all been waiting for! This is a long one too, I honestly hope this wouldn’t bore y’all or disappoint. Ahhh let me know your thoughts, guys! I love reading everyone’s comments and replies, I’m super grateful for them! Ugh, love you all! <3

Special shoutout to @negansex for constantly sending me gifs and ideas!

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Negan rubbed his hands together as he took your appearance in, smiling with a certain glint in his eyes. You couldn’t help but feel conscious all of a sudden so you avoided his gaze and hugged your arms to cover your slightly exposed chest. It felt weird to be wearing such at a time like this, it almost felt inappropriate.

“Well? Sit your fucking ass down, let’s have dinner.” Negan told you, motioning towards the chair.

“No.”

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One Jump Ahead - Avengers x Reader (May Song Challenge)

Words: 2613
Pairing: Avengers x Reader
Featuring: Wade Wilson, and practically all of the avengers. I’m not kidding.
Warnings: SWEARING, Mention of hacking, guns, fighting, explosions, punching, basically every form of violence an Avengers movie uses.
Summary: Inspired by the song One Jump Ahead from Aladdin, you are a thief just trying to make it in New York. After graduating high school, things got hard. And like Aladdin says, gotta eat to live, gotta steal to eat, but little does your friend know that you steal more than just the necessities. And when the Avengers get on your trail, things take a turn.
Authors Note: I LOVE ALADDIN. I love this fic. it’s a super long fic, obviously, so let’s see how this goes! Kinda OOC Wade because he doesn’t break the fourth wall, but, ya know. Just go with it.

What is this challenge? Jadyn’s Version. Ao3.

Song Challenge / Avengers / Full Masterlist


“Three…two…one,” You smiled when the alarm started to go off. You were already blocks away from the alarm, and it was one of the easier robberies. That store gets robbed a lot, they should really look into security.

You stopped when you landed on the roof of the place you claimed as your home, not that it was much, though. You watched the sun rise and took a bite from the bread you just stole from the store, the amusement of seeing the cop cars coming around the corners to get to the blaring alarm. You’ve got to be the best thief New York has ever seen. Young enough to pass off as a million characters, easy to hide, and you know everything there is to know about New York.

You jumped down the hatch to your small home that no one knew existed. It was the attic of an apartment building that has restricted access at the door, but no one went in the doors anyway; so you have heat, air conditioning, and if you sneak around, a bathroom.

“Getting into trouble a little early today, aren’t we, (Y/N)?” You heard the cunning and deep voice who loved to tease you.

You laughed and split the bread in half. “You’re only in trouble if you get caught,” You snapped, a smirk on your face. “Want some bread?”

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First for Everything

Jughead x Reader

Request: Hey! Can you do a fic where the reader got drunk and got into a car accident because her and jughead got into a fight the same night.

Can you do an imagine where Jughead and reader are dating and she was in a car accident and now has coma. Maybe nobody knows if she will wake up and Jughead is just so distraught but eventually everything turns out good. Angsty and first but then fluffy at the end

Warnings: Drunk driving (don’t do it, kids), Swearing, Alcohol consumption

Wordcount: 2,280

A/N: More combined prompts! I hope that’s okay! (I do this because I don’t want to make too many stories with the same type of plot, and I don’t want to run out of things to post for you guys!) Hopefully my stories can fill the void between episodes.  I also have some song fics in the works and B&B coming out soon! (Y/D/N) = your dad’s name Ps. my friend just finished 13 Reasons Why and we started talking about heavy stuff so my hands started shaking when I was typing the last bit so that was my cue that the story needed to be posted and also that’s why its v emotional ok i love you all. 


Riverdale turned upside down Sophomore year, the murder of Jason Blossom, new girl Veronica, the closing of the Drive-In. A year later, Riverdale is starting to get back to normal. The murder is solved, Veronica isn’t new, and the Drive-In construction is almost complete. People begin to relax and enjoy the rest of high school, finding new relationships in the process, the most noticeable being (Y/N) and Jughead’s.

Two years later and suddenly it’s Senior Year.

Senior year of high school is always portrayed as one of the best years of a person’s life. People always say that it will be remembered forever, and that it’s something people will always want to go back to.

(Y/N) is trying to make it count for that reason, trying to have as much fun as she can. She has the perfect boyfriend, the perfect set of friends, and a full ride to her top pick college. All she needs are the memories.

It’s a Friday night, and there’s a party at Cheryl’s house. Betty and Veronica are going, and she’s pretty sure they’ve convinced Archie and Kevin to go.

“Come on, babe, please?” she asks, putting on a promise ring he gave her for their one year anniversary.

“Me? At a party? You can’t be serious.” Jughead responds, leaning against his elbows on the bed.

“I’ll be fun, just this once.” she says, walking over and straddling his waist on the bed. She leans down and presses her lips to his gently, holding the collar of his shirt in her hands. His hands go to hold her waist.

“No, (Y/N), you know how I feel about these things.” he whispers against her lips, pulling back ever so slightly.

“You don’t have to do anything.” she pleads, trying anything to get some company at the party. She doesn’t want to be alone, as she for sure knows that Betty and Ronnie will probably be flirting, Archie and Val will be there together, and who knows how drunk Kevin will be to be an actual human to hang out with. She just wants him to be there, for once. She wants him to be there with her.

“I don’t want to be around that atmosphere.” he says, lifting her up and setting her down to the bed before standing up and going over to his backpack that is by the door.

“I’ll be there.” she says, looking at him from the bed.

“And I’ve told you about ten times that we should just stay in and watch a movie.” he shrugs his shoulders, pulling out his laptop and sitting in the bay window. He opens it the screen lights up his face. He is beautiful, she thinks.

“That’s no fun.” she says before she can stop herself. She loves spending time with him, just the two of them, but she yearned to show her boyfriend off, and how amazing he is.

“It used to be.” he shoots back. They used to spend every friday watching a movie, and he doesn’t know where those times went. All he wants is to have her all to himself, and partying isn’t really his thing in the first place. He spends most of his time around the stench of alcohol thanks to his dad, he doesn’t need to do that with (Y/N).

She stands up with a huff and goes to her closet, pulling out a few different pairs of shoes to see which one will go the best with her outfit. “Well sorry if I actually want to be social for a change.” she says under her breath, hoping he can’t hear.

He does, and she can tell because he closes his laptop, creating a sudden loud noise that makes her jump, “And I’m glad you are, but does it have to be at her house?” he questions, “The one who’s made fun of you for what? All of grade school?”

She rolls her eyes at the words. Sure, Cheryl had bullied her most of middle school, and sure Jughead and Archie were the ones who were always there, but that doesn’t mean that people can’t change. Cheryl has been doing good things for the school since her brother died, and (Y/N) believes that this party invite is the final step in getting over their long feud.

“She’s changed.” is all she says, in a monotone voice.

It’s his turn to whisper something under his breath, “Doubt it.”

“Since when am I not allowed to parties?” she turns on him, staring him down.
“I never said you couldn’t go.” he gets defensive.

“Well it sure sounds like you don’t want me to.” she raises her eyebrows and puts her hands on her hips.

“I don’t want you to, but I’m not going to control your every move.” that’s something he promised himself he would never do. He never wants to be controlling, or tell anyone else what to do. No one deserves to be treated like that, especially (Y/N). He loves her too much to ever do that to her, the way her hair gently falls over her shoulders, and her eyes sparkle, even in the dim light of her room. In the heat of this moment, she was still gorgeous to him.

“Yeah sure.” she scoffs, now folding her arms over her chest. She knows she’s blowing this out of proportion, but this is the third time he hasn’t want to go out with her to try to have fun.

“I don’t, (Y/N).” He snaps back. This is the first time he’s even remotely raised his voice. Normally, when they have a disagreement they talk it out like normal adults, but tonight there’s an energy in the air that’s making him tired, he doesn’t want to argue any more, “Just leave and go hang out with that godforsaken redhead and her gang if you want to so badly.”

“Fine. I will.” she grabs her purse and storms out of her room, leaving Jughead to sit in the bay window until she returns. He opens his laptop, ready to right the next chapter in his book.

‘There’s a first for everything.’ he titles the chapter, looking at the door. He hears a slam from downstairs and knows that she’s left the house.

She gets into her car and blasts the radio.

It hits her that that was their first fight, the first time that they’ve been short with each other. Maybe it’s the impending graduation, as they’ve never really discussed the future. She’s more of a live in the now type of person anyway, so she hasn’t put much thought into it. She knows where she’s going, her school is all picked out, but Jughead? She isn’t sure.

She has to resist to go back into her house and apologize. Of course Jug would want to spend a lot of time with her, he doesn’t want to lose her. Maybe he thinks he already has.

She clears her mind of it though, and promises herself she will apologize tomorrow.

She pulls out of the driveway and heads to Cheryl’s.


Two shots in, her vision begins to blur, she starts to forget why she’s mad.

Four shots in, she’s dancing on the living room floor with Ronnie and Kevin, doesn’t even remember why her and Jughead had a fight.

Six shots and a solo cup of Jungle juice in and she can barely walk straight, memory sure to be gone in the morning.

It’s past 4am, and (Y/N)’s decided it’s time to turn in for the night. In her own bed.

“(Y/N) don’t goooooo.” Ronnie says, pulling her arm while she begins to get on her jacket and head for the door, “The night is young and so are we. Defy authority.”

“I’ve defied enough tonight.” she giggles and pulls her keys out from her pocket.

No one stops her.

Everyone is too drunk to care if she leaves.

She doesn’t call an Uber.

She thinks she’s sober enough.

She gets behind the wheel, starts the car and blasts the radio.

She pulls out, trying too hard to concentrate on the way home from Cheryl’s.

A wrong turn, she’s not paying attention.

Headlights coming in from the passenger side on an intersection.

A tail spin, a pole smashed.

Her head hit the steering wheel, then the window, breaking skin.

Her leg, crushed against the bottom of the dashboard.

A siren in the distance.

Darkness.


Jughead wakes up in her bed to a phone ringing.

Her parents are away on business, and he didn’t realize he had fallen asleep there.

He stretches his arms and walks to the house phone, answering it as if he’s supposed to be there.

“Hello?” he asks, trying to seem as old as possible.

“Is this (Y/D/N)?” the voice on the other end asks. It’s unfamiliar. Jughead tenses, he was expecting a call from (Y/N).

“Yes.” he lies.

“I’m sorry, sir, but your daughter was in a car crash-” the world fades in and out of focus. He stops hearing the voice for a minute, grabbing a hold of the nearest possible surface to steady himself.

He hangs up the phone right after the voice tells him what hospital they’re at. He isn’t sure what the voice said about her condition, his memory blurring as the words ‘car crash’ play over and over in his brain, becoming imprinted in his mind’s eye.

He barely remembers driving to the hospital, he’s in the door so quick.

“(Y/N).” he says, “(Y/N) (Y/L/N). Where is she?”

The front desk woman doesn’t ask questions and doesn’t stop him. She points him down the hall, “Room 208.” is all she says.

He dashes down the hall, only to see something that doesn’t look like his girlfriend.

Her leg is in a cast, suspended in the air. There’s bandages surrounding her forehead and upper arms, her face swollen in odd places from the impacts.

“How is she?” he asks, slowly walking into the quiet room. The only one in there is the nurse, tending to her wounds.

“Doctor suspects a Moderate Traumatic Brain Injury. She’s in a sort of coma like state. She may wake up in minutes or hours, we don’t know. If nothing goes wrong she should be fine. She’s a lucky one, she is.” the nurse says, before patting him on the shoulder and walking out of the room.

“I’m the lucky one.” he says into the air, to no one.

He pulls up a chair and sits by her bed. He laces his fingers through her hand and rests his head on them. He doesn’t know if this is when he should pray, as he has never really done anything like this before. He decides to just write out in his mind what he’s going to say to her when she wakes up. There’s no ‘ifs’ in this scenario. She has to wake up, she has to know that he’s so sorry.

He beats himself up, he should’ve been there with her, he shouldn’t have practically pushed her out the door. He should’ve tried harder to make her stay.

There are so many things he could’ve done to prevent this, and he didn’t do any of them, and (Y/N) suffered the consequences. He will never forgive himself if something happens to her, if she doesn’t come back from this.

He let his stupid thoughts and feelings get in the way of spending time with the woman he loves. Sure, he was jealous of her college acceptance, but he feels now, in his soul, that if they can make it through this, they can make it through anything.

He just hopes, with all of his being, that they can make it through this.

Her breath stirs, she shifts underneath the sheet.

Jug-” a breathless name from her lips.

He tightens his grip on her hands, making his presence known.

“I’m here, my love, i’m here.” he says, a sense of urgency in his voice. He needs her to be okay.

“I’m sorry.” are the next words that escape her lips. Her eyes slowly flutter open, looking at her boyfriend who’s sitting there holding her hands. She can’t move, so all she can do is talk to him, make eye contact with him. She wants to do so much more. She wants to kiss him and hold him.

“No, no… shhhh. It’s not your fault.” what he’s written in his head goes out the window.

“I was drunk. I ran a light. I made you upset. I’m sorry.” a tear falls from her eyes, barely escaping to trail down her cheek.

“I’m sorry.” he says, not able to look in her eyes any longer.

“Why are you apologizing?” she asks softly, squeezing his hand back now, able to regain some feeling in the rest of her limbs. She’s still feeling dazed, the antibiotics and drugs only beginning to fade as her mind comes back to what happened.

“For not being there when you needed me.” he says his voice cracking, trying not to get emotional. He doesn’t know what he would do if he lost her, if something worse happened.

“You’re here now.” she offers, trying to smile as best she can. He looks up at her. Seeing her there, seeing her alive, brought a wave of joy over him that he didn’t realize would come. He smiles at her, gently standing up.

He cups her face softly, placing a small kiss on her lips. They’re still her lips, still her face. It’s all still her.

“I am. And I’m never leaving.”


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Weapon (Thorin x Reader)

Originally posted by daoriginalhigh

Summary: In the modern world, the reader was turned into a weapon against her will. Now part of Thorin’s company, she has to deal with the fallout of Thorin’s close call after the company barely escapes Azog’s ambush and takes refuge in Beorn’s home.

Notes: Written for the dear anon who underwent chemo a while ago. I hope it’s what you were hoping for. :)
Warning: It gets quite violent in the beginning.
Words: 4164


Sweat drips into your eyes as you twist and slash your dagger across an orc’s bare thigh. The orc howls. Blood spurts from the femoral artery. You lean sideways to evade the spray and twist again to evade a clumsy mace blow.

The orc stumbles, dragged off balance by the momentum of his own weapon. To your enhanced senses he seems to move in slow motion. For a moment, the orc’s chin lifts, exposing his throat above the armor. You feel a short pang of dismay as you flip the dagger and slice again.

Time speeds up as you dip beneath the flashing arc of a mace blow meant for your throat. You turn, quicksilver fast, and make use of the opening it affords you. Another orc drops to his knees. You leave him to choke on his own blood and press on.

Around you, the forest is burning.

You are forging a path toward Azog. The Company is cornered and outnumbered, and time is running out. There are entirely too many orcs; killing their leader is the only way to survive. Thorin was right about that. But he shouldn’t have tried to go it alone, weakened as he was by a persistent bout of illness that had swept through the Company for days.

Taking refuge in the trees had been the only option. Not for you — you had been subjected to years of experimentation and conditioning for this very purpose: infiltration, Guerilla tactics and the whole array of wetwork skills. So you had signaled Thorin and went to ground, making your silent way towards the white warg. Undetectable. Deadly.

Your whole body is a precision instrument engineered for this specific purpose. Even your sweat adapts to mimic the scents around you. You could stand right in front of a warg and it wouldn’t be able to smell you.

But none of that matters now.

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“When You Love Someone”

Summary: (based on the song written by James TW.) Divorced parents imagine…

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You bent down to your knees and straightened out your ten-year-old son’s clothing. You tucked his white shirt inside his khakis and zipped up his sweater. You took his shoe laces and double knotted each of them. You looked at your boy; his eyes were just like yours but his facial features a younger replica of his father. “You be good in school today, alright?” you sounded hopeful. The effects of divorced parents were definitely taking a toll on him.

He nodded, “Yes, mum.”

You put the straps of his Spider-Man backpack over his shoulders. “You’re going to your dad’s house tonight, are you excited?”

He just shrugged. His eyes were avoidant. Your son was tapping his feet, his hands fidgeting. He was getting antsy as you got him ready for school. “Is your sleeping bag packed?” you asked him. He nodded. “Good,” you smiled, “Daddy will pick you up after school. Have you memorized Mummy’s number?” He nodded again. “I want you to ring me if you need anything, okay?” You son nodded. “Take care your sister, okay?” Another nod. “Say ‘yes, Mummy,’” you instructed.

“Yes, Mummy,” he said forcibly.

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I Hate You, I Love You

For the anon who asked: for a enemies to lover fic (sorry lovie I can’t find the actual request and I usually write them in bullet points in my book)

Author’s Note: In Microsoft Word this is 18 pages long and has a word count of 7344 words. Hope you guys enjoy it!

y/n = your name

y/f/n = your first name

y/l/n = your last name


I Hate You, I Love You

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The waves lapped softly under the bridge. The light from the street lamps reflected off the water like orange jewels. I huffed a heavy sigh and raised my face to the glittered sky, allowing the chilly, wind to caress my face and toy with the loose strands of hair on my head. I swallowed the lump in my throat, the saliva in my mouth thick making it almost impossible to go down. I crunched the picture in my hand and leaned against the cold metal railings. A slight wetness from the afternoon shower clung to the metal and soaked into the forearms of my jacket.

I lowered my eyes to the crumpled picture in my hand. Dark almond male eyes stared back at me. Gently I caressed the photo, following his long straight nose with my thumb and tracing the outline of his strong bearded jaw. I looked up again and stared out at the horizon, it was lit up like a Christmas tree.

“I’m sorry John,” I whispered and let the photograph slip from my fingers into the water below.

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High Tensions - Eight

Spencer Reid x Reader

Glancing around Spencer made sure the office door was locked and the blinds drawn before walking over to where Y/N was bent over the desk, her skirt rucked up around her waist and her black lace panties pulled down. 

That ass, fuuuck. He just wanted to slam himself against it, it looked so pert and firm. 

She wriggled slightly, turning her head to look at him, cocking her eyebrow at him. “Hurry the fuck up Spencer please. I’m desperate here.”

Standing behind her and parting her legs, he could feel that she was. Warm silky fluid coated his fingers as he felt between her legs, making sure she was ready for him. 

“Say it Y/N, say it first,” he fumbled with the buckle on his trousers, pushing them down and taking his dick into his hand, stroking it; just waiting for her to say the words he’d been dying to hear from her for weeks now. 

She wriggled again, pushing her butt back towards him and looking back at him. “Spencer Reid, You win. I want you in me, now. Fuck me, and do it hard and do it fast. ”

He grinned and slowly started to push himself inside her slick entrance, knowing he wouldn’t last long this time but that he’d make up for it later. He began to thrust, her sweet gasps filling his ears as she clenched around him. He gripped her hips, using them as leverage as he drove himself in and out of her, feeling ready to explode almost instantly. 

“Y/N, I’m gonna come,” he groaned, knowing he’d barely lasted two minutes inside her warm center. His orgasm racked through his body, spilling free inside her. 

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. 

Spencer shot up in bed, reaching for his alarm clock and hitting the off button. 

Shit. 

He could already feel the warm sticky fluid inside his boxers. 

That didn’t count right? He couldn’t control his dreams right? 

He rummaged in his bedside drawer for some baby wipes. He didn’t want to get out of bed just yet, so he’d make do until he showered. 

Lying there his mind drifted back to last night. He had genuinely been so close to giving in, he wanted her so badly. That kiss with Emily had completely shredded any coherent thoughts and he’d had to dash outside to avoid grabbing Y/N and fucking her right then and there on the table whilst the whole bar watched. 

She knew what she was doing, but whereas most girls would play the lesbian kiss card as a joke, Spencer could tell that she’d very much enjoyed it herself.

Y/N had made comments in the past about finding girls attractive and having had girlfriends but it wasn’t until she’d openly said that she liked both that Spencer had realised that she was actually serious. And the blonde girl she’d been talking to was beautiful, so knowing that their bodies had been naked together, sharing intimacy had completely redirected the flow of Spencer’s blood. 

And then when she’d alluded to the offer of a threesome, with either her friend or Prentiss…..Spencer had literally been gobsmacked. Every bone in his body had been saying yes and even Derek was telling him to give in. He’d let down his fellow man by managing to turn them down, although he was wondering if that offer would still stand once he had actually managed to take Y/N to bed. 

Which he’d been intending to do last night. When she’d asked if he wanted to go back to hers and he’d found himself nodding, he’d just about accepted that he’d lost. It wasn’t until he’d been standing in front of her apartment door watching her search for her keys that he remembered that he hadn’t actually said the magic words. So he still technically had an out. And then he’d had a flash back to the elevator and how turned on she’d left him, talking about her lips wrapped around his dick. So he decided to have his own fun. 

The little moans and whimpers Y/N had been making would be a constant fixture in his mind now until he heard them again, and he knew this. But the look on her face when he’d walked away had been worth it. And her strangled shout after him had made him literally feel like he could walk into any bar, point at any girl and have her there and then. Not that he wanted to. Y/N was consuming all of his thoughts currently and he hoped she would be for a very long time. 

His phone buzzed, a text from Derek. 

“????”

He text back a simple, “Nope.”

“Seriously man! I can’t believe you turned that shit down.”

“Believe it Morgan. The bet is still on.”

Pulling himself out of bed, he made his way to his shower. Time to get on with his day. 

You’d spent the last four hours in the gym working out some accumulated frustrations on the exercise equipment, earphones in and your eyes averted from any attractive bodies that passed by you. 

Your credit card had also taken hit this morning, you needing some retail therapy to help get you through this. 

You hated Spencer right now, yet still completely wanted to bang him seven ways from Sunday. You’d been so sure, and so turned on, firstly by the kiss with Prentiss and then by Spencer’s mouth on your skin. 

Ugh. Stop thinking Y/N. 

You exited the gym, the image of him still filling your mind and you could swear you could actually see him two yards ahead of you, seated on a bench, his head immersed in a book. Was it really that bad that you were hallucinating about him now? 

Walking to your car you realised it was actually him, the bench was in front of a bookstore he visited regularly and you spotted a carrier bag on the seat next to him. 

Creeping up behind him you lowered your lips to his ear. 

“Spencer!”

He jumped, a girlish squeal leaving his mouth and causing you to giggle at him. He turned to glare at you and you dropped into the seat next to him. 

“Fancy seeing you here. Come here often?” The oldest line in the book, but you couldn’t cope with being witty today. 

He looked at you confused, “You know I do Y/N. That place is my favourite bookstore. So really I should be asking you what you’re doing here. So…… do you come here often?“ 

“Not overly…. But the gym was calling me this morning. I seemed to have built up a lot of tension some how that needed to punched out. So I punched it out. Quite literally.” You made a little boxing motion making little “Pow, Pow” noises as you undercut the air in front of you and mimed a duck. 

Reid laughed at you, “That’s so cute.”

You punched him lightly in the arm, “Cute! I’m not cute, I’m deadly.”

You joked with him for a few more minutes, just falling into casual conversation and then sitting with him, watching the cars pass you by on the road before you. 

“Spence, I’ve missed this.”

“Missed what?”

“Just hanging out with you. Without constantly trying to think of ways to get you fired up.”

He closed his book and placed it back into his bag, “You know what, I do too. What are your plans for the rest of the day?“ 

“Erm, I was gonna head home, have a hot bath and then veg in front of the TV for pretty much the whole evening. My live is so glamorous and all.”

“Okay, so go home and have your bath but then meet me at the cinema on Main Street at 6pm. They’re showing all three Jurassic Park films back to back in preparation for the release of the new one.”

You considered his offer. “One condition?" 

He nodded. 

"This little game thingy, is suspended. We go back to being normal Spencer and Y/N for the night. Because I genuinely can’t deal with another night of being turned on and then abruptly turned off again. And I don’t really fancy having to bring plastic sheeting with me to sit on.”

The chuckle that left his chest then and the grin on his face was so deliciously catching that you couldn’t help but join in. 

“It’s a deal Y/N. We’ll just hang out as a normal friends. No trying to convince you to sit on my face. ”

You burst out laughing before clarifying timings and headed home to get bathed and ready, actually looking forward to your evening now.  

Your evening was spent relaxing with best friend Spencer rather than fuck me now Spencer and you thoroughly enjoyed yourself. 

It was nice, just spending time with him and you’d forgotten how much you enjoyed just sitting with him, listening to him talk.  

He’d insisted on buying your ticket and popcorn for the movies and you’d accepted, telling him it was the least he could do after last night. 

For the first forty minutes or so of the film, you’d been on edge, thinking that he was going to use being in a darkly lit theatre to his advantage. Eventually you relaxed though, seeing how engrossed he was in the film, even though you knew he’d reel off the inaccuracies on the way home. 

Around the midpoint of the second film, he shifted in his seat; throwing his arm over the back of your seat.

Hmmm. Maybe he was just stretching. He left his arm there and you relaxed again until you felt an arm nudging you. 

Balls, you’d fallen asleep. The lights were slowly coming on and the credits rolling. 

“Come on sleepy head I’ll walk you home.”

Both of you lived pretty close to the cinema so you’d walked, meeting up outside the entrance. 

As predicted, Spencer gave you a list of the scientific inaccuracies as you strolled through the darkened streets together. You let him talk, enjoying the sound of his voice. He always sounded so sweet when he rambled, especially when he was talking about something he was passionate about. 

You stopped outside of your apartment building. 

“Thanks Spence. I had a good time tonight. Sorry for falling asleep, I just feel exhausted for some reason.”

“That’s okay Y/N. Three films is a lot to sit through, especially if you’ve spent four hours already at the gym. Maybe we can do this again sometime? Like actually hang out again?”

You nodded at him, “Yeah I’d like that. It almost felt like we were on a date though with you insisting on paying for everything.” You were teasing him but his eyes flickered slightly. 

You reached up to give him a quick hug good bye, and he surprised you by giving you a kiss on your cheek.

You lingered in the hug longer than necessary, your cheek burning from where his lips had been. 

Spencer pulled away first, “Well I’ll see you then. I guess we’re business as usual from tomorrow again?" 

You nodded and he smirked.

As he turned to walk away a thought a occurred to you. 

"Spencer,” you called. He stopped in his tracks. 

“Was this a date?" 

He shrugged, "I don’t know, was it?" 

"Did you want it to be?”

“Again Y/N…..I don’t know. I don’t really know what to call what we do when we spend time with each other anymore….And I don’t wanna mess anything up by calling this a date.”

Neither did you, but…. 

“Well we’re two friends who share a mutual attraction for each other and have spent the last few weeks actively trying to get the other to admit to wanting to bang the other.”

“So it was a date then?” Spencer asked, a smile playing on his lips. 

“I guess it was.”

7 Years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook X Reader - Part 15

My hundredth post! Celebratory cyber cake for all my lovely supporters 💖🍰

Yoooo, mushy mush on its way guys. Personally, I’m a bit doubtful of how this part came out but I really don’t know how else to write the scene so I just hope you guys don’t cringe too much.

Ah, I remember when I answered an anon about my update schedule being on Mondays and now it’s just a complete shambles lol

I should probably be more organised because I feel like it’s unfair to some of you who might not know when I’m updating. What days would you want me to update? I’m going to say maximum two for now. That is until summer.

Lots of love to you all! 💕💗

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10.1  Part 10.2  Part 10.3  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15 - Here  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20 - Final


Jungkook once again woke you up just as your plane landed and you stretched your arms out, glancing outside the window. It was raining quite heavily which made you a bit sour. You were finally back and the weather you were greeted with was depressing.

Jungkook had taken it upon himself to collect your luggage along with his and you waited by a pillar for him. Suddenly, remembering your phone was currently on airplane mode, you dug it out of your jacket pocket and turned off airplane mode. As soon as you did so, your phone began to buzz with a multitude of messages from different people.

Your first one was from Namjoon.

“Y/N where are you and Jungkook? Are you back? Reply asap.”

Confusion and a pang of worry greeted you at Namjoon’s urgent message and just as you went to reply, another message came in from Jimin.

“You guys have touched down right? Why isn’t Jungkook answering?”

The worry only grew stronger and you quickly checked the rest of the messages you had left, each one questioning where you both were and to reply as soon as possible. Right when you decided to call Namjoon and ask what was happening, Jungkook’s heavy footsteps running at you in an alarming speed made you pause your actions and the expression on his face made your stomach drop. You had never once seen such a tearful and pained expression ever grace his face. He dropped his hands away from both of your luggage and grabbed your forearms, even more tears gathering at his eyes.

“We have to go, we have to go now! They got Tae! Those fucking bastards got Tae!”

Out of all the things you expected to hear, that certainly wasn’t one of them. You unconsciously dropped your phone and the device slapped onto the ground. You could care less at this point, you were lost to say the least. However, you wouldn’t allow yourself to breakdown crying on the floor and instead grabbed Jungkook’s hand and your baggage, including your now cracked phone.

Not saying a word, you speedily exited the airport, hailing a taxi and placing a distraught Jungkook inside. After managing to stuff all of you and Jungkook’s belongings inside the car boot in record time, you all but threw yourself inside and asked Jungkook for the destination where you would find the others.

“I- its- that hospital n-near the arcade.” He was slightly hyperventilating and you quickly gave the driver the directions he needed before turning back to Jungkook who now had tears streaming down his red face.

“Jungkook, what happened? Who got Taehyung?” He brought his hands to his head and rested his elbows on his legs, staring down at the floor whilst replying to you.

“Taehyung, h-he got jumped or something. They fucking attacked him when he was alone, those fuckers who harassed you all those months ago. He couldn’t defend himself! No matter how well he fights, he can’t take on four at once!”

You couldn’t help the fact that you felt as if this was entirely your fault. If you thought about it, you had never once heard of both groups of boys having any problems. In fact, the only time you had heard they had ever encountered each other was that awful day when their leader had somehow taken an interest in you. So you came to the conclusion that this was some sort of sick revenge from them.

Taehyung was hurt because of you.

You didn’t want to cause even more grief at this exact moment. Now wasn’t the time to cry, Jungkook needed someone to comfort him and if that meant you had to push all of your emotions out then so be it.

Someone needed to be strong.

-

By the time you arrived at the hospital, Jungkook’s tears hadn’t ceased and your comforting hadn’t seemed to do much.

“Jungkook go in. I’ll handle everything.” The grateful nod he directed at you reassured you that you had done at least one thing right and he opened the taxi door, hurriedly entering the hospital.

Paying the driver and collecting both of your baggage, you too entered the hospital moments after. You asked the receptionist for the room Taehyung was residing in and he directed you towards the second floor. Thanking him, you slowly made your way to his room, taking your time to calm your rapidly beating heart. You didn’t want to cry in front of everyone. You didn’t want to bring attention to your pitiful state. That’s why you couldn’t allow yourself to break down.

With every step you took closer to Taehyung’s room, you felt your resolve weakening. Your hearts beating grew even more faster if that was humanly possible and you felt your emotions rush back into your body at full force. You soon found yourself standing in front of the door to his room, on the brink of losing control.

Several deep breaths later, you had your feelings under control. Leaving your bags outside, you quietly pushed the door open, entering the deathly silent room. Inside, the boys were crowded around the bed Taehyung was laying in with his eyes closed. The first to notice you was Yoongi and to your surprise he motioned for you stand beside him, offering you a hug to which you gladly accepted.

“He’s sleeping.” Seokjin’s voice broke the silence to inform you on his current condition.

“He received multiple injuries, the most serious being head injuries, broken ribs and a fractured collarbone.” It was only then that you noticed the sling and bandages wrapped on both his head and torso.

“Hyung, I’m okay… you’re making it sound more serious than it is…” Taehyung’s comment made everyone snap their heads in his direction and he gave a small grin in return in an attempt to prove his point. It didn’t really help that he winced right after due to the bruises decorating his otherwise perfect face.

“Don’t speak Tae. Don’t strain yourself.” Namjoon sighed at his typical nature and rubbed his face.

“But I’m fine…”

“You’re far from fine! Look at you, you look like you’re a fucking mummy wrapped in all those bandages!” Yoongi’s outburst startled you and he muttered a ‘sorry’ underneath his breath. Taehyung simply rolled his swollen eyes and winced once again when he attempted to twitch his nose.

“Is my nose broken?”

When he received confirmation on his question, he groaned as loud as possible.

“Why’d they have to get my nose?”

“I don’t know, why didn’t you ask them that when they were beating you half to death? You’re so lucky we found you before they killed you. Why the fuck were you walking in their territory alone?” Yoongi shot questions at Taehyung and he remained silent for a couple of moments.

“You’ll think I’m an idiot if I tell you.” Jungkook stepped in, fresh tears gathering at his eyes. “You’re already an idiot, Tae! Just tell us!”

Taehyung’s eyebrows furrowed and an almost embarrassed expression grew on his face.

“I saw a dog that reminded me of Soonshim on my way home and I wanted to pet him.” Instead of getting even angrier at Taehyung’s reason, Jungkook released a breath he was holding. You had remained silent throughout the whole exchange, not wanting to get involved.

“Tae, Soonshim was waiting for you at home. Why would you need to pet a dog just because it looked like your own.” Taehyung stubbornly stayed silent, not having a good enough reason behind his actions.

“The doctors said you’re lucky to even be awake right now. They said you should have at least ended up with a brain haemorrhage due to your head injury.” Jimin’s calm voice infiltrated the tense mood and he too had tears running down his face.

“Tae, be careful. Please, be careful. We don’t want to lose you, we can’t lose you.” Taehyung gently nodded, trying not to cause any pain and the rooms atmosphere grew slightly lighter.

“I’m going to call your parents.” Namjoon exited the room phone in hand and Seokjin followed behind him.

“I need air.” Yoongi’s abrupt announcement made you turn your head towards his retreating figure and you watched as both Hoseok and Jimin joined him. You turned back in time to watch Jungkook carefully place his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder and give him a light side hug.

“I’m so thankful that you’re okay.” Taehyung beamed at him, drawing out a smile from Jungkook. When Jungkook had opened the door to leave, you realised that you were the only person left in the room, besides Taehyung of course.

“I… I bought you loads of snacks. I’ll go get them for you.” Spinning on your heel, you sped walked towards the door and placed your hand on the handle, intent on getting out of the room as soon as possible.

“You know you don’t have to be the strong one. I can see you holding it all in.” You stared blankly at the unopened door. You had thought you had your emotions bottled up. That was until a sob escaped you and your shoulders began to shake. You pressed your forehead against the cold door and slid down to the floor, tears leaking out of your closed eyes.

“I’m sorry… I’m so so so sorry Taehyung.” Your crying grew louder and he opted to let you release everything you had been holding back. It had taken a solid ten minutes before you had even remotely calmed down and your constant apologies had died down.

“Stop apologising, it’s not your fault.” You wanted to scoff at his somewhat comforting words.

“But it is! You can’t tell me they just randomly decided to attack you because that’s not how that shit works!”

“You know, I’m being serious when I say it’s not your fault. No one really knows this but after the whole incident with you, I kind of somehow got involved with them again.” Your sobbing halted to hear his story but the tears did not stop for one moment.

“About a month ago there was another problem with a girl getting harassed. She goes to our school and she was begging me to help her, to pretend I was dating her or something. I normally wouldn’t even bother but she reminded me of when you were confronted by them and so I decided to help her. Long story short, I basically got into a fight with two of them. I must’ve hurt their pride really bad or something because they got their revenge on me though with more people on their side this time.”

His story had successfully made you feel less responsible for the whole situation although there was still the lingering feeling of guilt. Standing from your spot on the floor, you drifted towards his bed and bent down, placing a kiss on his forehead.

“Kim Taehyung, your kindness is going to be the death of both you and me.” He chuckled at your remark and grinned his boxlike grin you loved so much.

“I have never been so relieved to see that smile.”

“And I’ve never been so relieved to hear that someone bought me food. I seriously thought you would forget.”

Satisfaction was evident on his face at the giggle he managed to pull out of you.

You felt selfish for having Taehyung reassure you that it wasn’t your fault, he was the one who needed comforting but he was too caring to even think about his beaten self. Tears leaked from your eyes once again however, this time they were not only tears of sadness but also relief and happiness.

“Why’re you crying again? Don’t tell me I’m that charming.”

You couldn’t contain your laughter and nodded your head whilst wiping the tears with the sleeve of your hooded jumper.

“Yes, Taehyung. You’re extremely charming.” That brought an overexcited grin to his face and although he flinched in slight pain, his smile never faltered. Eagerly grabbing your hand, he motioned towards the door with his head and you understood the general message.

“Do you know what would make me really happy? Snacks. But more importantly, I’m sure Jungkook wants to know if your okay. I’m not the only one who noticed.”

Were you really that transparent? Or have you been hanging around the boys too much? You’d rather it be the latter explanation.

Taehyung released your hand from his grip and you took that as your cue to leave the room. As soon as you closed the door behind you, you came face to face with Jungkook’s familiar figure. You didn’t even get the opportunity to look up before you were encased in his arms, your face being pressed into his neck.

“Don’t pretend your okay when your not. Everyone needs comforting and I know you think it’s selfish but it’s far from it. You need to take your own advice sometimes.”

It’s okay to cry. No one will judge you.

You simply circled your arms around his waist and allowed fresh tears to flow.


25 Lives: Part 3

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Word Count: 1,428

Warning: from this part and onward, this series is going to take a turn and get very dark and emotionally traumatic for some. Also, i wrote this in like three hours, so i apologise in advance. 


A throbbing pain drummed through my head, my eyes battering open and a wince escaped my lips as I struggled to sit up on the ground. “Whoa, hey. How are you feeling?” My head snapped up at the sound of a familiar voice, panic and fear surging through me as I frantically scatter off the ground and to my feet.


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His ringtone blared in his ears, pulling him out of his deep slumber. Yoongi muffles a groan as he blindly reaches for the phone. “What is it?” he grumbled.

“Yoongi,” the voice said on the other hand. It was strained and full of sorrow. “(y/n)…she was in a car crash and…she-”

At the mention of her name, Yoongi shot up from his bed as he turned on the lights. “What did you say?” he asked, his heart racing and pounding in his chest.

“She’s gone, Yoongi,” the voice said, barely a whisper.

“No, no, tell me which hospital she’s at!” Yoongi growled in anger as he stumbled around the room. “I’m coming! She’s not gone!”

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Legitimate Business

So @codenamekaraortiz and I had fun imagining an AU where Juice is a handyman to help the club out while they’re going legit and I couldn’t not run with it. Hope you guys enjoy, smut warning, etc etc.

“No fucking way.” Juice leant back in his chair, his eyes wide, staring at his brothers. 
“We all gotta start going legit, bro. Too much heat still around from the Feds. Gotta bring in money.” Jax said, a smug smirk across his face.
“Pres, I love this club, but I can’t do this.”
“It’s just until we can set up a more legitimate business. It’s gunna take a little while.”
Juice leant forward, picking up the white tee off the table. He held it up, ogling the logo.
A cartoon picture of a buff handyman wearing nothing but underwear, boots and a tool belt. “Handsome & Handy” was written above the caricature. He could tell without putting it on that the shirt was going to be snug.
Teller-Morrow’s reputation had taken a dive and wasn’t bringing in as much as it was after the recent ordeals. The club was looking in to legitimate business ventures, but they were running low on money fast. They all had to put food on the table.
Kozik had a friend who had set up a Handsome & Handy. He was looking for workers as the business had taken off.
Herman had signed up Jax, Opie and Juice, as well as himself.
Juice groaned, running a hand over his head.
“Come on, Juice, it’ll be fun!” Kozik tried to lift his spirits. He was more than happy to do the job, being confident in himself.
“You’ll love it, man. You just gotta take your shirt off, maybe your pants, flex a bit. All these middle aged woman getting you in to do the jobs their husbands won’t.” Tig winked.
Juice could only imagine what kind of work he might be expected to do. He had no problems getting undressed in the right situations. He just liked to be the decider on what situation it was.
“I’d do it, but the ladies wouldn’t be able to keep their hands off me. I’d never get anything done.” Piney chimed in, the Sons laughing.
Juice couldn’t help but chuckle. “Fine, I’ll do it.”
The guys all cheered, leaving church and heading to the bar for drinks.

***

Juice had been out on a few jobs. It had been as Tig described, except Juice had refused to take his pants off, even in the summer heat.
The women would linger around, watching while Juice put up shelves, unclogged pipes, installed a washing machine. He’d even been called in just to change a few light bulbs.
The guys would sit around and laugh at their encounters. Juice had even started to get used to it, it was good for his ego.
He’d been working at Teller-Morrow one morning when his phone rang. Someone was looking to have some work done.
Quickly changing in to his handyman shirt, he jumped in the company car and headed to the address. It was an apartment block on the other side of town, and he wondered what kind of client was going to be on the other side of the door when he rang the bell.
The door opened and Juice was as surprised as the girl looked. She was around his age, maybe a touch younger. She had (Y/E/C) eyes and (Y/H/C) hair. Her skin was glistening, the day was incredibly hot.
She did her best to hide a laugh as she looked at his shirt.
”Juice?”
”That’s me, here to be handy.”
She didn’t hold the laugh in that time, and Juice burnt bright red.
”Come in, I’m (Y/N).” She turned and walked in to the apartment, and Juice followed, looking her up and down in her shorts and tank top.
”Do they really make you say that?” (Y/N) asked, stopping in the kitchen.
”Yeah, kind of dorky but the ladies usually love it. For the most part.” Juice said, smirking.
”Sorry, I should have known it would be a bit over the top when I called the company. I would have done this myself, but I’m neither handsome nor handy.” She chuckled again, and Juice’s thoughts ran in to the gutter. If not handsome, she was gorgeous, and he was sure she was handy, if not with a power drill… He had to stop himself, he was there to do a job and he needed to be professional.
“Everyone’s getting decks put in, adding on rooms for the summer, so most companies are taking the bigger jobs. Everywhere I called told me it would be weeks, and in this heat, it’s not really an option.” (Y/N) walked over to the kitchen sink.
“I think the pipes are clogged in here, and the shower overflows and won’t drain. I don’t know what the last tenant was doing in here, but apparently jamming things down the drain was a hobby.”
“You new around here?” Juice asked, coming to assess the situation.
“Not to Charming, but I just moved in to this apartment. I’ve had to use my neighbour’s shower because the bathroom just floods if I use mine.”
“Was there anything else that needs doing?”
“Yeah, follow me.”
Juice walked with (Y/N) up the hallway, in to her bedroom. There was a small fan whirring, pointed at a double bed. The bed was made, but Juice could see a slight indent where (Y/N) must have been lying before he’d gotten there.
“I have this headboard that I need mounted to the wall.”
The thought of (Y/N) on the bed and her talking about things needing mounting mixed with the heat was getting too much for Juice, he needed to get started.
He began to pull his shirt up, but (Y/N) grabbed his hand.
“You don’t have to take it off.”
Juice stopped, his shirt up to his chest, exposing a sculpted torso.
“I mean, I wouldn’t complain if you did, the company certainly doesn’t deal in false advertisement. But I really did just call for handiwork to be done.”

It was nice to not have to take his shirt off, but by the time he had unclogged the pipes and drains, Juice’s shirt was damp. He’d pulled it off, tucking it in to his waistband and was using it to mop his brow when (Y/N) walked in to the bathroom.
“Can I get you a drink?”
Juice turned to (Y/N) and he was feeling pretty good about the look on her face. She was bright pink and trying (and failing) to not look him up and down.
“That’d be great, thanks.”
“The air-conditioning was meant to be installed yesterday, but it’s not coming until Monday now.” (Y/N) explained as she poured them glasses of chilled water.
“Well I’ve sorted the drains, so at least you can take cold showers until then.”
“My hero.” (Y/N) looked up at him, biting her lip slightly and smiling.
Juice was well aware at how flirtatious he was being, but it was encouraged as part of the job, and she’d started it.
All he could think of was taking a cold shower with (Y/N) after working up a new sweat with her.
“Better go get that headboard sorted.” Juice handed (Y/N) his empty glass, keeping eye contact for longer than necessary, before heading back down the hall.

The midday heat had made the bedroom stifling hot. Juice’s cargo pants felt heavy, his tool belt causing them to sag slightly.
“Fuck it.” He said, softly to himself. He opened the buttons and unzipped the pants, pulling them over his boots and folding them before putting them on the edge of the bed.
Taking his time, he measured and hung the headboard, yanking at it to make sure it was secure.
“Holy shit.”
Juice turned and saw (Y/N) standing at the end of the bed.
“How’s it look?”
”Looks pretty good from here.” (Y/N) wasn’t looking at the headboard at all.
Juice moved off the bed and stood in front of (Y/N), who was no longer being coy in her eyes roaming over him.
“Would you… say you were satisfied with today’s services?” Juice asked, grazing his fingertips down her side, playing with the hem of her top.
“So far, they’re more than satisfactory.” (Y/N) hesitated, but drew a finger over his stomach, all the way down to the top of his underwear.
“’So far’?” Juice questioned, sure that this was heading where he hoped.
“Well, I wouldn’t want you to violate your professional code, but- ah!”
There was a sharp intake of breath before she continued, as Juice had pulled her closer.
“We could consider this a… personal bonus.”
That was all Juice needed to hear. He dropped the screwdriver he was holding and picked (Y/N) up. She wrapped her legs around him, and he held her up against the wall.
Juice brought his lips to hers, parting them with his tongue, moaning into her mouth. He trailed his lips down her neck, nipping, sucking and licking as she gripped his shoulders, letting out pent up whimpers of pleasure.
He brought her down to the bed, sitting her on top of him. Juice tore her top clear off, making quick work of removing her bra. Reaching behind her and bringing his leg up, he began to tug at the laces of his boot.
“Leave em on.” (Y/N) said, grinning.
Juice smiled before flipping her on to her back, releasing himself from his underwear as she pulled off her own.
“Let’s see how this headboard holds up.” Juice moved himself over the top of (Y/N), positioning himself just outside of her centre.
She squirmed underneath him, licking her lips and looking him in the eye, waiting for him.
Gripping the top of the headboard and placing his other hand on the pillow beside her head, he slowly slid inside her, biting his lip, watching her close her eyes and drop her head back. Her nails digging in to his back and her legs squeezing around him coaxed him on. He ran his tongue over her breast, flicking at her nipple. 
Juice slowly built up the pace, the heat of the room doing nothing to diminish his want for her. He felt her tightening around him as she got close. Taking his hand from the pillow, Juice grabbed the under side of her thigh, spreading her legs further, thrusting faster. The headboard shook but held in place as he went hard and deep. (Y/N) came undone, Juice not long after her.
Panting and sweating, Juice let go of the board and slumped down next to her.
“You’ve definitely earned your keep today. That board didn’t move an inch.” (Y/N) said, catching her breath.
“Should probably go test that shower, make sure you can have a cold one without it flooding.” Juice grinned.
(Y/N) slowly slipped off the bed, walking towards the door.
“You coming?” she asked, playful look on her face.
Juice pulled himself up and followed her, wondering what he could break before he left. He definitely wanted to be her full time handyman.

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— american candy (03)

chapter → 01. / 02. / 03. 

pairing : reader x jeon jungkook
themes : drama + angst / high school! au
warning! → mild sexual content 
word count :  9.1k
summary :  with jungkook out of the picture, there’s room for a new ‘friend’ in your life — one who gives you the courage to confront the perpetrator of the rumour and maybe a little more than you bargained for. 

a/n: i’m not happy with this one, but there had to be a filler chapter so i guess it’s this one. massive thank you again to everyone who has been keeping up with this series, you guys make the hard work worth it. i apologise for the delay & don’t be afraid to let me know your thoughts !

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Lonely - Wonwoo angst

Originally posted by the8ght

For my oldest friend, and her only kpop bias <3

TRIGGER WARNING - SUICIDE
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“Hyung-”

“Fuck off Vernon. I don’t want to see her. She almost fucking killed me!”

“Wonwoo, can’t you just-”

“Look at me! Look at what she did to me!” Wonwoo screamed.

You stifled your sobs, pressing your fist to your mouth so no noise would escape.

It had been an accident. Of course it had. You were in your car, heading towards the Pledis building near lunchtime, when suddenly Wonwoo had said something that had rubbed you the wrong way, and had started a heated argument. For a while, you relationship had been strained and it took only a matter of time until the two of you exploded; you just wished it hadn’t been then. You hated not looking at him whilst the both of you were speaking, but you kept your eyes firmly on the road in front of you, not willing to risk your lives simply through a spat.

But you still made a mistake. You were parked at a red light in a junction, and you turned to face him, eyes burning into each others. You just sat, staring, and you were so enveloped in each other that you didn’t see the truck flying out of control towards your car until it was too late.

A loud smashing noise, tyres screeching and voices yelling.

A sharp, splitting pain across the front of your face.

Blackness.

Now there you were, sitting in a hospital room connected to Wonwoo’s, listening to him swear he hated you because you were behind the wheel when the truck came flying into your stationary car.

Now there you were, completely blind. The doctors didn’t know when your vision would come back to you, if it ever would again, and all you could do was sit there, listening to everything around you.

Maybe you deserved to be blind, for what you did to Wonwoo. You might not have been able to see what you did to his face, but he certainly could, and judging by his manner and the hesitation his band members used when talking to him, it wasn’t pretty.

You jumped about five feet into the air when you felt a hand on yours, ripping your limb away from the side of the bed you had felt the touch come from.

“Shit, sorry- Y/N! It’s just me!” the voice hissed and you immediately calmed, hands blindly searching for those of your closest friend. His hands clasped around yours quickly, bringing them up to his mouth and placing a series of quick, gentle kisses on your knuckles. “You scared the shit out of me, you know that, right?”

“It’s not like I wasn’t startled too.”

Woozi laughed, letting go of your hand and you heard him pull the chair up next to you.

“How-” you started, voice suddenly incredibly dry. Clearing your throat, you started again. “How is he?”
He sighed heavily, and your heart sunk.

“I’ll be honest, he’s not good. There’s a lot of scarring on his face and body, but nothing major. We don’t think it’ll be permanent either, you know, with all the products that fade scars and stuff.”

You nodded, slightly eased by what he said at the end. Still, you couldn’t stop the crushing, suffocating guilt that weighed down on your shoulders.

You had physically marred your boyfriend - ex-boyfriend - in a freak accident that had also stolen your vision and thus, your self confidence amongst everything else.

“Right,” you coughed. “And me? What’s happening with my face?”

Woozi said nothing, only leaning forward to press a tiny little kiss to your forehead.

“Nothing at all. You’re absolutely beautiful.”


Woozi was such a liar. When he had left, promising to visit again tomorrow, you had immediately asked the first nurse that walked through the door who had come to change the dressings around your head.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” you asked tentatively and she slowed down her work so she could concentrate on both you and her job.

“Of course you can.”

“What’s my face like? What’s the scarring like?”

She sucked in a breath, staying quiet as she removed the last of the bandages.

“It’s…”

You held your breath, waiting for the answer that would shatter your world.

“… Not brilliant, I’ll be honest with you. They’re not as bad as it could be, but they’ll definitely scar.”

“Okay. And my sight?”

“We don’t know yet.”

She wrapped a clean bandage firmly around your head, knotting it tightly at the side so it wouldn’t cause discomfort whilst you tried to sleep, and then she left you. Alone.

You were sure that if you hadn’t been emotionally and mentally drained then you would have sat up all night, pondering the idea of being blind for the rest of your life and the thought that you would never have Wonwoo again.

You were out before your head hit the pillow.

The next morning, the pain you hadn’t realised you were in had settled into a dull throb with a burning itch, but you were becoming used to the everlasting darkness already. You could feel around your face when the nurses and doctors weren’t in your room, fingertips lingering longer than they should have on the several scars and gashes that weren’t bad enough to be stitched or bandaged up.
The nurse was right, they weren’t as bad as they could have been. You figured that you were lucky, until you remembered that your eyes had taken the worst hit.

You didn’t like being blind.

Woozi gently spooned some soup into your mouth, careful not to spill any of the boiling hot liquid down your front as he had done so previously. You swallowed, moving slightly away from him as you felt the spoon nearing your mouth again.

“Woozi…” you started, and you heard him shuffle in his seat, placing the bowl and cutlery on the tray that the nurse had served it on.

“Yeah?” he asked, voice sounding slightly scratchy before he cleared it, taking your hand in his.

Before your accident, skinship between the two of you had been relatively limited, but now he wasn’t shying away from taking your hand into his, kissing your knuckles or your forehead, plumping your pillows or pestering doctors and nurses about your condition when he thought you weren’t able to hear.

Your accident had scared Woozi more than he was letting on, and you couldn’t help but feel even more guilty for causing him so much grief and for being such a burden to him. You just had to say something.

“I’m sorry.”

The burning in your eyes intensified, and it took you all of thirty seconds before you realised you were tearing up under these bandages and it wasn’t just some side effect of your accident.

He cleared his throat again, and when he spoke, his voice was broken and full of a raw emotion that you had never heard before.

“Me too Y/N.”

“I mean it. I’m sorry for being in that car. I’m sorry for being there at that exact moment. I’m sorry for getting in that accident and I’m sorry for almost dying,” you were sobbing this time, the sounds leaving your lips like the untuned notes of a broken instrument. “I’m sorry for almost taking away two of your best friends.”

His lips were pressed against your hand again, soft, lingering, and even though no words were said, you understood everything.

*

It took you two weeks and the earth shattering news that your eyesight would never come back until you were let out of the hospital. With Woozi firmly by your side, your hand pulled into the crook of his elbow, and your right hand wrapped tightly around the white cane you were newly trained to use, you walked into the sunlight and almost basked in the heat you had missed.

You hadn’t asked many questions about Wonwoo, just the important ones. You knew that his belligerent attitude had faded somewhat, and he had been let out of hospital a week before you. When you had asked Woozi if he had asked after you, his silence said enough.

You didn’t mind that though, but you just thought that the two of you had been through enough together for him to at least care about your condition. Evidently not.

When Woozi unlocked the door, guiding you through the doorframe of you apartment, you inhaled deeply, the familiar smell of your home calming your nerves and making you internally rejoice; shortly, you would be reunited with your bed and you would be able to sleep off the previous two weeks of restless nights with a tear-soaked pillow.

You left the cane next to the door, knowing your apartment well enough that you didn’t need the inanimate object or Woozi for you to get to your kitchen without fault and pour yourself a glass of water.

“It’s like you’re not even blind.” the boy said, coming up behind you and getting his own.

“I wish. I’m going to be completely unsuspecting when my foot goes flying towards a doorframe or a table.”

“I hope I’m not around when that happens.”

It was a comfortable silence for a few moments, the both of you completely content in just each others company with no words.

You had missed the ticking of the your clock on your kitchen wall, and the faraway hum of traffic on the main road a short distance from your apartment. You had missed the quiet muffled noise of the bass from the music of your neighbor’s teenager, and the frequent frantic barking of dogs in your neighbourhood. Never before had home sounded so beautiful to you.

“You should to go to practise.” you mumbled, placing your glass lightly in the washing up bowl.

“I should.” he agreed, though he made no movement to leave.

“Are you going to?”

“I don’t want to.”

“Why?” you questioned, surprised. The Woozi you knew loved being in that practise room, working with Seungcheol, Mingyu and Wonwoo on the latest song. He loved staying in the studio for days on end, without food and sleep, working on the next hit song and writing lyrics with the rest of his unit. He loved spending time with his members, and he wouldn’t give it up for the world.

“You need me more.”

Perhaps you had forgotten that you were his world.

*

It was another three weeks until you saw him. He knocked on your door once, twice, three times before you made it to the door, swinging it open.

A questionable decision, on your part; you couldn’t see who it was and whether they were friend or foe. The stranger brushed past you into your home and you whirled, the expression adorning your face one of utmost outrage.

“What the-”

That was when you smelt him.

During all of your years with Wonwoo, the countless hours you spent wrapped up in his arms, you had memorised him. You knew all of the angles of his face and body, you knew the emotion behind all of his expressions, you knew all his deepest thoughts and heaviest secrets, you knew what he was going to say before he said it, you knew his scent and his touch and his presence.

There was no way you were mistaken.

“Wonwoo?” you whispered, wishing for the millionth time that the darkness coating your most important sense would dissipate for even just a moment so you could look up at him for the last time. So you could look up into his eyes, see the burning hatred and know, finally, that the two of you were over forever.

“Y/N.” he said, voice as hard and as cold as ice.

You nearly flinched, and you would have, had you not been expecting his unfriendliness.

You exhaled slowly, turning away and shutting the door behind you. You brushed past him, almost feeling the anger radiating from him, heading towards the kitchen. You didn’t have to tell him for him to follow you.

You momentarily thanked your lucky stars that you had thought to put on sunglasses when you woke up this morning, in case Vernon had decided to visit you again; though he hadn’t said it, and you couldn’t see it yourself, you knew the appearance of your eyes was ghastly enough to make him uncomfortable. You didn’t want Wonwoo to feel that around you ever, as standoffish and angry he was.

“Would you like something to drink?” you asked, expecting him to reject you and start screaming disgusting, vindictive words at you. He surprised you.

“Mm. Just water.”

You hated this. You hated this unfamiliar, formal feeling that Wonwoo was giving you. Why the hell were you offering a drink to someone who lived here for three years, as if you were a host to some uncomfortable meeting? Why the hell were you so afraid of what the person you were in love with was going to say?

You reached for the handle of the cupboard where the glasses were, missing it the first time and scrambling around for it before you found it, pulling the cupboard open and gently inching your hand into the cupboard so you didn’t knock any glasses out of the cupboard.

Something told you that Wonwoo wouldn’t be sticking around to help you clean up.

Finally, after some struggling which was left unaided, you held the glass of water out in front of you somewhere into the kitchen, waiting for him to take it. When he did, he was careful not to touch you, as if you had some contagious disease and he didn’t want to risk catching it. He didn’t thank you either, and the both of you stood there in a silence so impenetrable it was as if a physical force was holding your mouth together.

“I’m here on behalf of Han Seongsu.”

You weren’t expecting that.

Maybe it was a sign of how far your relationship had fallen, for his reason to be here to be on his boss’s orders. Did he really despise you that much? Did he really think so little of you now, because of an accident that was completely out of your control?

“Why?” you questioned, wondering what you had done that was worth the CEO’s attention.

“He’s concerned about your involvement with one of the members of Seventeen. Said member’s work ethic has dropped considerably since an incident over a month back involving yourself.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Han Seongsu would like to let you know that measures will be taken to limit your involvement with this member-”

“Woozi.”

“Excuse me?”

“Say his damn name if you’re going to talk about him like this.”

There was a brief silence, and you knew that he was staring at you with the intensity only Wonwoo could convey with a mere gaze.

“Fine,” he said, teeth noticeably gritted. “Measures will be taken to limit your involvement with Woozi because he’s noticeably distracted and has taken to abandoning his practises to come and visit you.”

“And what measures will these be?”

“Woozi’s workload will be increased.”

What?!” you screeched.

You couldn’t fucking believe this. Not only was Vernon already working triple what he should be, without pay, they were planning on making him work more just so he would stop seeing you? You had never been so disgusted in your entire life.

“And you’re okay with this?” you demanded of Wonwoo.

A split second hesitation. It was barely anything, but it was enough for you to know that Wonwoo hated the idea of making his best friend work even harder than he already did.

“I see. Well you go back to your precious Han Seongsu,” you spat his name like he was dirt. “To come and tell me himself and stop pussyfooting around me with you. And you can tell him exactly what I think of him and his stupid ideas too.”

“Y/N-”

“Get out of my apartment, Wonwoo. You’ve taken everything from me now, I have nothing else for you.”

*

“Y/N…” Woozi whispered down the receiver. “Have you heard?”

“Yeah.” you murmured, eyes burning with tears again at his voice. He sounded panicked, upset, stressed, conflicted.

There was nothing you could do about it.

“How?”

“Wonwoo paid me a visit.”

Silence.

“I’m going to fucking kill him.”

“Woozi no-!”

He had hung up.

The next morning, news of yours and Wonwoo’s accident had spread all over the magazines and newspapers and online tabloids. Whilst they didn’t know your name, they knew of your existence and your role in the accident. They all blamed you too, according to Minghao after you had coerced it out of him, who was settled comfortably on your sofa one day.

He was a welcome distraction from Woozi’s sudden constant absence, and he was ever such a sweetheart. When you asked him to tell you the truth, he did begrudgingly.

You just wished the truth wasn’t so terrible.

“Actually, I don’t know how they found out, Wonwoo’s scars have basically all disappeared. They weren’t that deep, and with a bit of makeup on top you can’t see them at all.”

“Han Seongsu must have told the press.” you muttered angrily, passing Minghao a cup of tea he asked for, seating yourself on the sofa next to him.

“Han Seongsu? My boss?” he asked, blowing gently on the hot liquid before slurping it.

“Yeah. He sent Wonwoo to my apartment to get me to stay away from Vernon, and he said that ‘measures would be taken’ to get Woozi to stop coming here.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yep.”

“This is the plot of a drama, isn’t it? Are you being serious?” Minghao asked, and you could feel his stare on your face.

You sighed.

“I really, honestly wish this was all just a horrible nightmare and I’ll wake up in Wonwoo’s arms, with my sight back and everything. I’d do anything.”

Minghao was quiet, thinking about what you’ve just said.

“Y/N, you’re okay, right?”

It was such a simple question, one that people ask millions of times a day. All over the world, in thousands of different tongues, people ask how others are, either in passing, or sitting there together. The answer was one of two things; yes, or no. You were either okay, or you weren’t. As simple as.

Were you okay?

You didn’t even know anymore.

The nights were the worst. Woozi had always left by about six in the evening, and Minghao and Hoshi couldn’t stay any longer than that now that the two of them were keeping you company. Whilst you were in the hospital you didn’t seem to understand how much having no sight was going to affect you.

You couldn’t do anything. You couldn’t read, or write, or paint, or just sit in the window and watch the people walking by in the streets below you. You couldn’t leave the apartment on your own and you couldn’t do your makeup, you didn’t know what clothes you were putting on, you could barely use your phone. You couldn’t do anything.

Perhaps that’s why you felt yourself fading away, piece by piece. You stopped getting dressed. You stopped answering the door to Minghao and Hoshi, and eventually, they stopped knocking. You stopped answering your phone and you stopped eating. You didn’t get out of bed and you didn’t shower.

You just stopped existing.

With you being unable to see, or do much of anything, it was too easy to think too much about things you shouldn’t be thinking about.

You thought of Woozi, and how much of a burden you had become on him. Not only did he go out of his way to visit you every single day, or stay over after your accident, but now he had to do so much extra work because the two of you were friends. You were a shitty excuse of a person and Vernon must have been so much more content without having to visit you everyday and have to look at you, rendered completely helpless by your disability. Hell, you wouldn’t want to see that.

Your mind was clouded with thoughts of Wonwoo too and how much you had done to him. Yes, your car was stationary, and yes, you had no control over where the truck was going to hit, but you had been behind the wheel. You had been the one to drive him to that exact location and you had been the one to insist on driving him to work that morning. It was entirely your fault, and you were reminded of your mistake everyday when you opened your eyes but you were still faced with the impenetrable blackness.
Without him right there by your side constantly, you had to adjust to living without him, and it was hard. You missed falling asleep in his arms and you missed your cute coffee dates every week. You missed going to the dorm or practise room to surprise him with a visit and food. You missed looking around at all the pictures of the two of you on the walls and propped on every surface and smiling at all the happy memories.

You missed being his. You missed it so much, and it was even harder to recall the awkward, forced way he spoke to you the other day.

He didn’t miss you at all. He wasn’t thinking about you at all. He didn’t care about you anymore, and he certainly didn’t love you.

Whilst you were completely helpless, unable to see at all and completely useless in everything you did, there was still one thing you could control. There was still one thing you could do.

*

Tears were streaming down his face, chin tucked between his knees as he stared at the picture of the two of you. The corners of the picture were frayed, the signs of age completely obvious. He kept the invaluable picture in his wallet at all times, so he knew a piece of you was with him at all times.

It was hard. It was so, so hard. He didn’t want to go on much longer without you, and he wanted to run to your house and scoop you into his arms and cry and apologise and-

He didn’t know what to do. He was angry, hurt, confused. Out of everything, he was confused the most. The words he spoke to you were sharp, like knives slicing through him as well as you, but he couldn’t stop them.

You had scarred him. You had threatened his life and almost taken that away from him. He would have left everything behind; his family, his best friends, his life, his fans. All of it, gone.

But he hadn’t been thinking of you. He didn’t consider that you were in that car with him and you almost died too. He didn’t think that perhaps you were suffering too, with having your sight ripped away from you. He didn’t stop in his path to hurt you like you had hurt him in order to think about what he could be doing to you, and what had happened to you too.

His scars had faded. For public appearances, he would just put makeup on them, and it was like they weren’t there. He had received counselling, and the nightmares of the accident had basically gone. He was still walking, and talking, and singing, and rapping, and dancing. Nothing about him or his life had changed.

Apart from you.

You were gone, and it was the emptiest he had ever been. He was still so deeply in love with you that when he lay down, and thought of you, and your smile, and your hair, and your eyes, and the way you walked and talked, he almost thought that you were right there with him. He could still remember everything about you so vividly as if your very essence had been carved into the walls of his brain.

But you weren’t there. And it was his fault.

“Hyung?”

Wonwoo immediately shoved the picture of you under his pillow and wiped his face, trying his best to remove any evidence of tears from his closest friend.

“Uh, hey Gyu, um, I was just-”

“Crying over Y/N? I know, hyung.” Mingyu said, coming closer to Wonwoo and sitting at the foot of his bed nervously, beginning to fiddle with his fingers.

“What do you want?” Wonwoo asked, falling backwards on his bed to lie down and stare at the ceiling.

“I’m just wondering…”

Silence.

“Wondering what, Mingyu?”

“When are you going to see Y/N, hyung? You miss her. I bet she misses you too.”

“I can’t, Gyu.”

“Why?”

He thought back to the way he had spoken to you, the way he had treated you and the cold way he had addressed you. He remembered watching you struggle to make him a glass of water, he remembered just standing there and not going to your aid. He remembered the way your hands had flown to your face to make sure your sunglasses were on, as if you didn’t want him seeing what lay under them. He remembered your facial expression when you realised who it was at the door, and your defensive stance when you had told him to refer to Woozi using his name.

He had lied. He wasn’t there to relay any kind of message to you from his boss. He just wanted to see you.

“She doesn’t miss me,” he replied somberly. “She doesn’t love me anymore.”

Expecting the younger boy to give up and leave the room, Wonwoo was surprised when Mingyu hit him on the leg.

“Don’t be dumb, hyung!”

“What? You hit your hyung and call him dumb?”

“Stop being stupid then. I knew Y/N just as long as you did. She was one of my closest friends and if I know anything about Y/N, it’s that she loved you completely and utterly. Even after all this time, and the accident, she’d still love you.”

“How do you know?” Wonwoo asked, sounding like a small child.

“Do you still love her?”

Wonwoo nodded immediately, not even having to think about it.

“Then I know she still loves you too.”

*

You were panicking. This was a bad idea. Why had you done this? You didn’t even know. You didn’t know anything. Fuzziness was coating all of your senses and you were stumbling around, leaving the bathroom where the pills lay spilt all over the tiles, and making it into your bedroom to where you left your mobile phone phone.

You couldn’t see. God fucking dammit, you couldn’t see.

Your tongue was heavy in your mouth, your fingers turning numb from the tips onwards. You grappled with your mobile phone, fingers tapping random numbers, the automated voice saying out the numbers you typed to try and unlock your phone. What was being said? You didn’t understand.

You don’t know how you got into your phone, but you did, and you made your way with sheer memory to try and find your contacts. You would call Woozi, explain what was happening, and he would either call you and ambulance or come get you.

Wait, why weren’t you calling yourself an ambulance?

Too late. Your fingers scrolled down, hovered over the number for your phone to read out the name. Was that a ‘W’ noise you heard? You heard a ‘W’. And the ‘oo’ noise. That was good enough for you, and you pressed down, calling the phone.

He picked up in two rings, and you felt your body getting heavier and sluggish. You were barely conscious as you heard him call your name once, twice, and a third time.

“Y/N? Why are you calling me?”
“W… Wo…” you managed.

“Y/N? Y/N!” he shouted, sounding frantic. You groaned, the guttural noise being broken by a sudden sob erupting from your mouth. “Y/N, where are you?”

“H… H-h-h-h-” Why couldn’t you control your mouth? Why was it shaking like that?

“You’re at home? Y/N, are you at home?”

“Y-y-ye-y-”

“Okay baby. Stay right there, okay? Don’t move, don’t move at all, I’m on my way. I promise, I’m coming to get you,” you heard a lot of rustling noises, as Woozi was moving around swiftly. “Gyu, come on! We have to go, now!” You could hear his hurried breath in your ear as he ran down some stairs as fast as he could. You could hear almost everything.

You couldn’t see anything. You couldn’t feel anything. You couldn’t taste anything, you couldn’t smell anything.

It was almost like your entire body was shutting down, and you were robbed of every sense apart from hearing.

You would have thought you’d be used to your senses abandoning you, but evidently not.

“W-w-w-w-w-”

“I know, baby, I know. I’m coming, don’t worry, I’ll be right there, I promise,” he cried. “Just keep talking to me, please? Don’t close your eyes. I’m getting in the car right now, alright? I’ll be five minutes tops.”
“Hu-H-Hurr-ry…”
“I will, I will. Mingyu, jesus fuck, step on it!”
“Hyung, I-”
“Just do it!” Woozi screeched, the most animalistic voice you had ever heard from him.

“Wo-Wo-Wo-”

Why the fuck wasn’t your mouth working? Why wasn’t anything working?

“Y/N!” he screamed desperately, hearing your voice get weaker and weaker as time went by. “Y/N!”

Tears were streaming down his face, clutching the phone so hard to his face that the shape of his phone left marks in his skin. His entire body was shaking with the worst combination of fear and adrenaline, but he was completely helpless, watching the streets of Seoul go whizzing by.

He didn’t know how he knew what you had done, but he did. As soon as he saw that it was you who was calling him, he knew that something was horribly wrong; you wouldn’t have called him otherwise. The entire day he had felt unsettled and now, he knew why - because you were in trouble.

“Y/N…” he whispered, getting nothing in reply but a faint moan. “Y/N? Y/N? Are you there? Y/N! Don’t close your eyes, please!”

“W-w-w-wo-wo-woo-”

“Y/N, I love you,” he said hurriedly, panicking. “I love you so damn much. I’m so sorry for not being there with you, but I’m coming now, okay? I’m coming to get you and everything will be okay. It’ll stop hurting, I promise.”

Wait… Was this Wonwoo?

More tears leaked out of your eyes with the knowledge that this was not your best friend you had called in your panic, but your past lover. The past lover that had ignored you for so long, leaving you completely lonely in the dark that had become your world. The past lover that you have loved and missed so hard that it resulted in your death.

“Y/N,” he murmured, suddenly sounding far away.
You panicked, opening your mouth to try and call out to him, but all that came out of your mouth was a low whiny noise.

“Y/N?”

Again, his voice sounded fuzzy. It felt rather like you were drowning; he sounded distant and faraway and the more you struggled to hear him, the more your lungs filled up with water. Your vision was dimming, the random shapes and blurs disappearing into nothing. His voice was a gentle hum in the background, the seemingly urgent and panicked tones sounding like a light song washing over you, lulling you to sleep…

*

Wonwoo hadn’t known what to do. His entire body was simultaneously on fire and completely numb to everything around him. He couldn’t even focus on anything other than your face, pale and unconscious, lying there in your previously shared bedroom. You were so still that he thought he had been too late, but Mingyu was quick to check; you were alive, but barely breathing.

Everything that happened after that went on in an almost dream-like state. Everything was a little fuzzy around the edges when he tried to recall that moment, so he guessed that he had gone into shock. All he knew, all he was completely certain of, was that he hadn’t let go of your hand once, not even as you were wheeled into the back of the ambulance.

He was still holding on as you all sped to the hospital, and all he could do was watch the paramedics struggle to stabilize you. All he could do was stare at your face, hoping, praying, wishing that your eyelids would flutter open like they did whenever you awoke from sleeping in his arms.

In years to come, he would reflect on those exact moments more often than he should. They would keep him up at night, with the warmth of the body next to him keeping his emotions at bay before he could burst into tears.

Even if he was mostly over what had happened, sometimes, he would be hit by a tidal wave of agony and grief as if he had found you on your bedroom floor after a suicide attempt only a few minutes prior. He hated the way the image of you lying there seemed to be burnt into the back of his eyelids and he hated the way that he couldn’t seem to move on from you at all.

“Jagiya?” a voice that did not belong to you murmured sleepily, reaching up to kiss his neck gently. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I’m just thinking. Go to sleep.”

“Mm…” she moaned, already drifting off again.

His head lolled backwards onto his pillow, staring at the blackness that seemed to have taken over his life since you.

Is this all that you saw? Is that what life was like for you, after the accident that stole your vision? Is it what it was like for you, after he had walked away and slowly dragged your best friend away too?

He had basically stripped you of everything, leaving you completely abandoned, and he couldn’t even repay you by getting there in time to save your life.

Indeed, he would think about those moments in years to come, and he regretted every single moment since that didn’t have you in them.