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Roommates (M)

Originally posted by bwipsul

╳ Pairing: Jimin x Reader 

╳ Genre: (one shot) smut and kinda fluff & angst ??

╳ Summary: Being roommates with your best friend can be fun until one day you look at him differently. 

(this is something that I found that I had written months ago and just decided to post it!!)


The day you looked at your best friend as more than a friend, you knew you were screwed. It happened out of nowhere. You just woke up one morning and looked at him differently. You were never going to tell anyone, you weren’t stupid. That would just lead to Jimin being freaked out and nothing being the same. Risking your friendship with Jimin was not worth the little crush you had on him.

Deciding that you couldn’t fall back asleep, you got up to start the morning. Walking into the kitchen to get some breakfast, you didn’t notice your best friend standing there.

“Holy shit! Jimin, you scared me!” You yelled, clutching your chest.

“What’s gotten you so jumpy?” Jimin asks, laughing while opening the refrigerator

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Secrets of Slytherin no.76

There is a certain kind of tiredness we sometimes feel. Not a physical tiredness, but a mental one. One that is beckoned by talking to people for hours on end. Sometimes to rest we want absolute silence, every small thing draining or annoying us further. Sometimes we will continue to speak normally, or even crave it. Sometimes we simply need to rip an idiot to shreds. Depends on the people. 

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or, lena tried to be a luthor but fell in love with supergirl instead

She learned of the plan sometime between Lex getting arrested and his trial. His eyes were crazed, the words spewing out of his mouth irrational and erratic. Of course Lillian agreed with him—of course they’d pull Lena aside and ask her to help. Of course Lena would fall into line as well. She was a Luthor, this was her family.

If her family asked for her help in ending the Supers…well, Lena would of course offer her assistance.

(It didn’t matter that she didn’t understand why Lex’s idea of revenge revolved around the Girl of Steel instead of her cousin—why he had decided to abandon his vendetta against Superman and focus on Supergirl. It certainly didn’t matter that Supergirl had done nothing to the Luthor family, that she had been miles upon miles away when Superman finally took Lex down, not even coming to her cousin’s aid. It didn’t matter that, by all accounts, Supergirl spent more time stopping other aliens than she did going after humans.

No, Lena didn’t understand Lex’s hatred of Supergirl, but she didn’t question it—didn’t ask for a clarification, didn’t ask for a reason. It just didn’t matter.

Lex was her brother, he’d asked her to do something, and so Lena had a job to do.)

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Downsized

Title: Downsized

Summary: You always knew life with the Winchesters was crazy. But when Sam brings back home a three-year-old Dean, you begin to question your own sanity…

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester

Word count: 2163

Warnings: Some language. Fluff and crack. Crack and fluff. Mentions of sex because Dean’s a cheeky bastard. That’s all I think.

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @trexrambling and @wheresthekillswitch “Crack Challenge”. Ladies, thank you so much for letting me participate, this has been one very interesting ride. 

Special thank you to my amazing twin @ravengirl94 for coming up with a very important (and hilarious) detail about this. And for putting up with my whiny self. She’s a hero, really.

Now, my prompt for this was “I’ll give you three seconds to stop doing that” and is included in bold in the text below. Honestly, this is my first time doing something like this but I think I like what I’ve got. 

Without further ado. Enjoy <3 

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual


16:30

Silence.

You hated the silence.

You’ve always hated it, ever since you were a kid, but now, after you’ve spent years of your life filled with noise and cries and laughter, filled with arguments and bickering about whose turn it was to go for a supply run, or short, angry snarls and whispered promises in a dark room when it was just you and Dean, that absence of sound, of speech, made everything worse.

16:45

You stared at the clock on the wall and bit on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

Something was wrong. You could feel it. You didn’t know how, or why –the details weren’t important anyway. What really mattered was that Dean hadn’t called since that morning and that sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach that just wouldn’t go away.

Maybe you should just-

The sound of the bunker’s door being opened then closed interrupted your thoughts and, before you knew it, you were practically running towards the library, eyes wide and senses alert, until your leg gave out and you stumbled into the doorframe, muttering expletives under your breath. 

“Hi there, Y/N.” Sam greeted you with an amused smile. “I’m glad you’re so happy to see me.”

“Oh, shut up. I was worried. How did the hunt go? Why didn’t you call? Are you injured? Where is-”

“Hey,” the youngest Winchester chuckled, all delight and waggishness, “one question at a time, champ.”

Rolling your eyes, you raised an eyebrow in suspicion; despite his playfulness and confident swagger, you could see the way his smile seemed a bit too forced and his forehead puckered just a tiny little bit.

“Where is Dean?”

“Um,” he started, rocking back and forth on his heels, “about that.”

“Sam.” you tried again, a bit more forceful. “Where is Dean?”

And then, right before he could actually reply, a little kid with blonde hair and green eyes gripped on Sam’s leg and swam into view, wearing what was supposed to be one of Dean’s shirts and, oh, God, this was not happening.

“Is that-

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ciuucalata-moved  asked:

“is that your hand on my leg?” and Shance for the writinf prompt

Aaaaaaaaaaalright. I took me like two days but I finally got the time!! 

In my defense for the Angst …..I have nothing, bye. 

Uh, mentions of missing a limb and of blood and tiny gore I guess???? 

Ps. Excuse the draftiness, I’m lazy and wanna take a nap. <3

Disclaimer: Voltorn doens’t belong to me.


“Is that your hand on my leg?”

Lance’s flirty smile drops as soon as he feels Shiro’s shoulders tense at his words.

Lance frowns in concern at the silence but doesn’t open his eyes yet. Instead, he nuzzles his face further down into his boyfriend’s chest.

“Why so quiet?” He asks sleepily, “And stop your hand, it’s giving me tickles.”

“Lance.”

Shiro somber voice tone is enough for Lance to open his eyes in alarm.

He quickly raises his head to meet Shiro’s worried gray eyes and his confusion just increases when Shiro looks like he’s debating himself over something inside his head.

“Shiro?” He asks but Shiro just sighs.

“Just - Just stay calm, baby, okay? It will pass.” He reassurances softly, as if dealing with a wounded animal and it only makes Lance to deepen his frown.

“Shiro –” He starts but a sudden hollow feeling fills him up when he tries to sit up in the bed and he only feels the soft pressure of one of his legs against the mattress.

That’s weird.

“Lance.” Shiro warns, something on his tone being on edge as soon as he catches the brunet movement of reaching the blanket to pull it off, “Lance, baby, don’t –”

The blanket goes off and Lance sucks in a breath.

“Oh.” He whispers softly, bright blue eyes staring numbly at the empty space where his leg should be, “O-oh.”

What started as a tickling sensation has become an agonizing sharp pain and Lance’s can’t catch his breath.

The blocked memories of their last mission hits him full force; the smell of blood and burnt flesh hits him vividly as if he was still tied down in the Galra Laboratory, he can hear the echoes of his own scream in his head being tuned out by the wicked and cruel laughter of the Galra Druid.

There’s not enough air.

“Lance, you gotta breath.” A muffled voice says somewhere around him, distant and almost as if underwater, “Baby, breath, come back to me. Please, Lance.”

Shiro squeezes his eyes shut, his chest hurting with the feeling of helplessness as he keeps holding Lance’s small body against his, rocking him back and forth and ignoring the way his sleeping shirt gets soaked with Lance’s tears and snot.

“Please, come back to me.” He mumbles into Lance’s hair brokenly, “I’m here, kitten, I’m here.”

He repeats the same words over and over again like a mantra until Lance’s sobs decrease, his breathing slows down and his body goes limp.

Shiro just holds him tighter.

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Word Count: 694

Requested: No


The quiet humming over the tour bus filled your ears as you laid in the nearly-too-small bunk. Your body was pressed against Shawn’s while he held his arms around your waist, keeping you from sliding off the edge. His hand rubbed up and down your back, drawing shapes and different patterns. Neither of you said anything. You let the silence hang over you like a blanket, not quite sure what to say in this moment. You laid still, just taking in the sweet scent of Shawn with every breath. 

Your fingers traced gently over his tattoos. Even in the dark, you knew every curve and line to the drawings, memorizing them with every trace. Shawn’s grip suddenly tightened as he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. You looked up at him as he removed his lips from your head. Even without being able to see the details of the face, you knew he looked upset. You knew his eyebrows were furrowed together. You knew he was biting his lip, a habit he had when something was on his mind. 

You moved one of your hands to cup his cheek. Your thumb brushed against the soft skin slowly, feeling his face lean into your hand. You let a frown form on your face, thinking to yourself how this would be the last time for several months you would get to share a moment like this.

Shawn leaned his head down, resting his forehead on yours. Neither of you moved, just looking at each other, taking each other in. He closed his eyes while inching his lips closer to yours. You moved the rest of the way, pressing your lips to his in a soft, gentle kiss. The kiss wasn’t hurried. It wasn’t needy or hungry. It was a lingering kiss, neither of you daring to move away from each other. His soft lips continued to move against yours for just a second before drawing away, resting his forehead against yours once again.

You didn’t need to ask him. You knew what was wrong. You felt the same way. You never wanted to leave the soft, warm embrace of his arms. You didn’t want to go months without seeing the way his face lit up when he was excited. You didn’t want to leave. 

Shawn’s voice broke through the heavy cloud of silence that had been lingering for too long. His voice was quiet and cracked, showing that he was truly upset. 

“I’m gonna miss you.” His voice was just above a whisper. The words were only meant for you to hear. You nodded your head in agreement, moving it back down to lay on his chest. 

“(Y/N)?” He asked, making you look up.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Shawn,” you said back, a small smile growing on your face.

“I don’t want you to go home,” he almost whined. You felt bad. You wanted to stay. You would do anything to be able to, but you knew you had to finish school.

“I’m not going home,” you stated simply, confusing Shawn.

“Yes you are. You’re leaving me.” You could see the pout forming on his lips, making your heart drop to your stomach.

“I’m leaving, but I’m not going home. You’re my home. I’m just going somewhere that you won’t be,” you whispered, moving your hands to brush through his hair gently. 

“It isn’t the same,” he said in the same whining voice.

“I’m going to miss you so much. And I hate having to leave you. But no matter where I go, you’re my home,” you said, snuggling into his chest even further. 

You two sat in silence again for what felt like hours. Neither of you said anything. Neither of you moved. You two laid in the darkness, just enjoying each others presence. You laid on him, memorizing the feeling of his body under yours. The feeling of his hands running through your hair. It was something you wanted to remember when you left.

“(Y/N)?” He asked like before, making you look up and hum in response.

“You’re my home, too.” 

Imagine Daryl cheating on you not knowing that you're pregnant

(Wooo more angst I guess :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

You were both arguing again. About what? He couldn’t remember and neither could you but you were now just both screaming at each other.

Finally, it suddenly stop and you both got quiet. With nothing else to say, he just exhaled and dipped his head down. Staring at his feet, he wondered what had happen between you and him to get like this.

He turned his back to you slowly and walked towards the door to leave, it just seemed right to let you have your space.

Before walking out, he looked back at you only to hear the sound your voice.

“I love you Daryl…”

He turned back and closed the door. Those words he had heard them a thousand times and never once had he ever gotten tired of them but this time something was off.

He couldn’t figure out if you were sincere about it or not and just took some time to reflect on everything.

~~~~

In the few weeks of your arrival to Alexandria, the two of you had seem to drift apart and argue a lot more. Your happiness and joyful attitude had seem to change.

Anything would seem to bother you and you would just seem to push him away whenever he would try to comfort you, making him frustrated.

When he’d leave you alone for some time, you’d get even more frustrated and as he’d come back to your side, the fight between you and him would only seem to get worse.

He hated that feeling of pushing you away and the feeling of you pushing him away. He thought to himself that he would do anything to make you happier again but with everything going on and everything that had happen, even he himself found it hard to be positive.

~~~~

As he sat on the couch, he just didn’t felt like he could sleep on it again this night and decided to get up and walk out to see what the others were up to.

He thought of going to Aaron’s for a late snack, knowing that he and Eric would welcome him, and walked towards where his house was.

He walked the road with his head down, hands in his pocket to keep himself warm when suddenly he felt someone walk by.

He looked back and realized it was Rosita. Oddly, seeing here walk just as him, made him curious and he just had to ask.

“Hey…Where are you going at this hour?”

She turned in surprised, seeming to not have noticed him earlier and simply sighed.

“To Spencer’s house…”

She seemed embarrassed about saying it and could only seem to hope to be able to leave soon before further questioning.

She was about to turn around as it got quiet but somehow Daryl just had to keep talking to her.

“W-what are you doing there? Is it cause of Abraham?”

He knew the answer but he felt an urge of being indiscreet and wanted her to answer honestly.

She ended up being pissed and just nodded.

“Yeah…well now you know the answer…Can I go now?”

From her answer, he just seemed to understand what was going on with her. Looking for someone to comfort in a time when the person you love the most had just threw you away, just seemed to suddenly appeal to him.

Him and her were on the same page and it would just seem fine to be the one to help her out while her to do so for him.

He walked closer to her and casually just asked her honestly.

“How about you forget about him for tonight…Let’s go to your house…”

She raised her eyebrow and knowing how much him and you loved each other she just couldn’t understand as to what was happening.

She stepped back and bluntly asked him. Nervously, he told her everything and ended up walking to her house.

Just as he expected to happen, he spent the night with her and tried to forget about the fight you and him had.

~~~~~

While he left, you had cried to yourself, thinking about everything. You didn’t knew as to where this whole frustration came to you but you just felt suffocated with everything lately.

It was easy to be pissed off and it would always seem that you would let it out the instant Daryl would be around.

You hated yourself for it each time you would later reflect on it and remembering his sad expression, only made it worse.

You wanted it to change, to go back to the time where everything was sweet and nice with him. To the time, when it was easy to laugh and forgive each other after stupid little arguments.

You knew it had something to do with you and you just had to figure it out. You thought about it over the night and eventually fell to sleep.

~~~~

The next morning you woke up and oddly Daryl wasn’t on the couch. You stopped to think for a while but believing that he might sleep at Aaron’s or Rick’s, you simply nodded and walked to over to make breakfast.

In the meanwhile, he was spending the morning in Rosita house’s still holding her. He felt bad to leave you like that but thinking that you might need some time he stayed with her and they later ate breakfast as well.

You sat there expecting him to come back anytime soon but as you realized the time of the day, you decided you needed to figure out what was happening with yourself.

You needed to talk to someone and decided to join Denise in the infirmary. As you helped her out with whatever she needed, you both talked and she made you realize something.

“Well maybe your mood swings…and your sensitivity to smell…it’s all linked to you being pregnant…When was your last period?”

As she said that, you stopped whatever you were doing and stared up at her. In thought, you counted the last time you had your period and realized it was quite some time ago.

She noticed your silence and questioned further, “Do you and Daryl…use condoms when you both…”

You shook your head remembering the last time you and him had been together intimately and just slumped down to sit on the nearby chair.

Nervously, you didn’t know how to react properly. Were you happy about the possibility or would it break you and him even more, you couldn’t know at that moment and it scared you.

As Denise noticed you, she got closer to you and went in to rub your back for comfort.

“Look I think you can take a test here just to be sure…maybe you’re not and it’s something else…Whatever it is we’ll figure it out ok!”

You wiped your little tears and nodded to her. A test wouldn’t hurt you and if you really were pregnant then you thought you that it might be better to learn it now.

~~~~~

As you were about to take the test, Daryl was just quietly leaving Rosita’s house for the day and was hoping to go check on you.

However, something in his hear and mind told him that you might push him away again, making him turn to look at Rosita as he stood by the door.

In a mumble, he simply eyed her and said, “I’ll be back for tonight…Wait for me ok…”

She sighed and asked him about you but he simply shrugged and explained his reasoning. She ended up agreeing and told him to quickly leave before anyone would see him walk out of her house.

~~~~

You ended up finding the truth behind your frustration and sickness. You were pregnant, two lines on both of the tests that you took.

Your heart thumped and you thought of everything. Was he really going to be okay with this? You remembered you both talked about wanting a family together but that was back when everything was sunshine and flowers between you not like this.

You weren’t even sleeping in the same house at this point and the thought of bringing a child into an unhappy family saddened you.

As you sat in deep thought and discussion with Denise, she tried her best to make you realize that it wasn’t as bad.

She tried to convince you of Daryl’s kind heart and how he would certainly understand and probably make things right with you.

Although, you could see it, you expressed to her that you felt bad for the way you had been treating him.

“I-I don’t to think an apology will be enough…”

She didn’t knew what to say and you both got quiet for a while until an idea occurred to her.

“How about you make a nice diner for him…and maybe make a surprise about your pregnancy announcement while at it…I’m sure he’ll appreciate it…”

The idea made you smile and only sweet memories about him getting you dinner whenever you were hungry, came to you. You realized it was in times like that, that you would both just fall for one another.

You ended up nodding and with some confidence you agreed.

“Alright I like that idea…A new start for me and him…and our little one…”

She smiled to hear you and you both got to work on different ideas of how to present the whole thing to him.

Not wanting to rush anything, you decided to truly prepare it for him in the few days that followed.

~~~~~

While at it, he had been spending his night’s at Rosita for her company and had lied to you about just wanting to hang out with Aaron.

You didn’t question him any further thinking that it would be better to surprise him at the right moment and just let him his space.

He didn’t want to be apart from you but your distantness just seemed it was better to let you on your own for a while.

With Rosita, he was able to talk and just feel comforted enough to not want to leave it so soon. He knew it was wrong but something about it was just worth it to him as long as no one found out.

She wouldn’t ever replace what he feels for you but it was something new to him and a breath of fresh air that he needed for the time being.

~~~~~

One evening, after him and her had just had sex, he remembered you passing by him and telling him to come for dinner as he walked outside.

He knew it meant you were fine enough to talk again and finally felt like he needed to spend the rest of the night with you. He explained himself to her and she understood, letting him leave.

You sat waiting anxiously at home, hoping he’ll be back soon and really just couldn’t wait to tell him of the news.

In the days leading to this moment, you grew to love the idea of having your own child and could just imagine how lively your life would get.

You barely could sit still in your seat and as soon as your door was opened, you got up from the kitchen table to peer over.

It was Daryl and you cracked a smile at him. He lowered his gaze as he would whenever he would get nervous and made you chuckle.

To hear your laughter, made him feel better and realized how much he had missed you. However, at the same time that smile and sound, stung his heart and reminded him of what he had been doing behind your back, making his hesitate to smile so much.

He walked over to see you and greeted you in a low tone. You nodded and shyly welcomed him.

He sat across from you and smiled to see the food you had cooked. He smelled it and just felt back at home and slowly seemed to forget about everything that had happen.

~~~~~

You both ate quietly for a moment, not knowing the right words to say. Stealing glances at each other, you smiled and notice him going from smiling to a concerned expression in a matter of seconds

It worried you that he might not like it or something and took the lead in starting a conversation.

“I-I’m glad you came for tonight…I-I really missed you…”

You looked up from your plate to see his reaction and once again saw his lips curl. It wasn’t out of pure happiness it seemed but you took it as a compliment.

He nodded at you and just couldn’t find anything to tell you but that he felt the same about you.

It was the truth but part of it, he felt himself as a jerk to have done such things to you. It broke his heart to realize the whole thing and he just wanted to hit himself over it.

He then reached for your hand and simply repeated to you about how he loves you, making you feel a sense of relief.

The evening went quite well and you both started to chat in a more relaxed way that reminded you both of when you first met at the prison.

~~~~~

As you both sat on the couch, you then got up and revealed to him that you had another surprise for him and that he needed to close his eyes.

It slightly unnerved him but nonetheless he did as you asked of him.

You came back with a box in hand and kneeled close to his knee, enough to put your hand on it.

As you did, you then told him to open his eyes. He noticed the box in hand and just wondered as to what it was.

You could see the curiosity in his eyes and excitement came over to you. You smiled brightly and just couldn’t seem to sit still.

You handed it to him and looking into his eyes, you said, “I’m sorry about my attitude lately…I really am…You didn’t deserve to be treated the way I treated you…You deserve better…So here is my apology gift…”

He swallowed hard to hear you and couldn’t think as to what you would offer him. The box was intricate and he felt like he didn’t deserve whatever it was inside as he now felt at fault on his part.

Nonetheless, with your excitement, he had no choice but to do just as you asked and open the box.

As he did, he noticed the paper filling surrounding a piece of a folded paper and looked back at you.

You gave him a curt nod to signify him to take it and he did so. He took it slowly and opened it to read it.

“You’re going to be a dad”

His heart stopped. His eyes had tears and widened to see those words and he couldn’t figure out how to truly feel.

As you noticed him, you simply chuckled and told him to check the tests you had took to let him know of the truth.

He slowly searched for them and seeing the two sticks with each a positive sign on them, he realized how much in the wrong he was.

He knew he still loved you but just felt like he didn’t deserve you. He looked back into your eyes and you just playfully bit your lips and said, “So…what do you think?”

A thousands insults to himself came to him and in that instant, he could only think of pulling you in for a tight hug.

You ended up in his lap, hugging him back and could only laugh at his reaction. Your happiness to him was everything to him but truly he just felt like he did you wrong and knew nothing he could do could make him redeem himself.

The only thing he could say or feel about this was to tear up. He clung onto you and repeatedly apologize to you.

“I-I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry…”

You stroked his hair to hear him and just told him it was fine, not understanding the true meaning behind his apology.

You thought he was simply referring to your pregnancy and just told him about your love for him.

“You don’t need to apologize for it…If anything it’s me for my attitude…Not you…Besides if you’re apologizing for making a baby with me…Don’t…I love you Daryl…That’s all that matters…I know we’ll make it through together…and that’s all because I love you…”

As he listened to you, he wanted to hit himself over and over for everything that he had done to you and realized nothing could be done to fix any of his acts.

The only thing he could think at that moment was to keep apologizing.

“I’m sorry….I’m sorry…I’m sorry Y/N…”

From his tone, you realized something was off and held him wondering if you should ask his meaning or simply brush it off for the night.

❝ I want to spend my life with you ❞

Plot: Your boyfriend Yoongi has become over protective and possessive after what happened and you two fight.This is a second part of this scenario “No one can touch you

Pairing: YoongixReader

Words count: 2,5k+

Genre: Mafia!AU / Fluffy in the end. 

For anon, I hope you like it! M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

“Where are you going?” Yoongi’s gentle voice came from behind your back and lifting your eyes you saw his reflection in the mirror.  

He was wearing a black suit and a silver tie that you gave him a few months earlier, seemed one of those models just stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine.  

“I need to get some air Yoongi..”  

“Fine, but Jungkook will be with you.” His bossy tone won’t surprised but annoyed you; “is it clear?”  

“Yoongi, I don’t need Jungkook.”  

“He’s one of my best men. If I say he shall be with you, he will stay with you. ” His tone was more annoyed than normal and he closed the issue with a wave of his hand, leaving you alone again. Just you and your own reflection in the mirror.  

Watching yourself you noticed you have lost weight and dark circles under your eyes were the witness of your struggle to sleep.  

It had been only three weeks since your kidnapping but, as normal, you were bringing the consequences on you. Fear had become a second skin for you but the behavior of your boyfriend made thing even worse.  

You could understand his fear, but he was suffocating you and it was a worse feeling than being tied to a chair for countless hours  

The container of the cream for the body you had in your hands ended up on the sink shelf, you didn’t have time to be gentle and put it back in place.  

You came out of the bathroom at a brisk pace, managing to lock Yoongi before he left your room.  

You stood between him and the door, throwing your arms slightly open and preventing him from getting the handle and letting you really alone.  

He raised an eyebrow in a curious expression while remaining silent, waiting for you to say something.  

“I don’t need Jungkook.”  

“It wasn’t my request, it was an order.” He remarked, his voice low and raspy while approached his face to yours; “Isn’t it clear, baby?”  

“I don’t need him. You’re acting like a fool Yoongi… Kyunsoo had a score to settle with you, but I think everyone are so terrorized by you now and therefore it’s impossible that they would touch me.”  It Was what you were saying for days and seemed to play better than you kept repeating into your mind.   

“Fool? A Fool? My girlfriend was almost killed and I’m the one who is acting like a fool? ”  

“Yes.. ”  

“It was an order, Y/N. I don’t want to discuss this further. ” He silenced you in less than two seconds, clutching his hands under your armpits and lifted you effortlessly by moving the door.  

Your eyes crossed for a second when he opened the door. His eyes were looking for the challenge into yours, yours were looking for some glimmer of understanding for you into his.  

But both were disappointed with the result and he went out without saying goodbye or give you a slight kiss on your lips as he used to do.  

“Y/N, are you re-shit, sorry I didn’t know you were still in your underwear” Jungkook’s shocked gaze was the thing you saw moments later, leaving him, however, enter the room with an angry snort  "I.. I l-look out… “  

"You kill people and you’re ashamed of a woman in babydoll?”  

Your question bowled him more than your clothing and a slight motion of tenderness possessed you. Jungkook was younger than you, but he was a ruthless serial killer when necessary. Yoongi took him under his wing when he was just a kid, that world had been imposed on him. He had not chosen as you had done years before.  

“Ten minutes and I’m ready, wait out Kookie.” You dismissed him and the relief on his face made you smile when he literally ran out of the room.  

Now you were alone, you just think of a way to escape Yoongi’s protection. A challenge more than difficult to nearly impossible.  

~ ~

“He was looking at you.”  

“While two people are talking it’s normal to look each other. ”  

“No, he was looking at you into a way I know all too well.” He was angry and as his voice that his taut body could make you understand; “But he’s going to get what he deserves.” He added with a slightly satisfied sneer.  

The space was dimly in the limo but you got to look back at him, knowing that your expression was even angrier than he was him.  

“What did you do?”  

“He’ll remember that he shouldn’t look at my woman in certain ways.”  

“YOONGI.” You shouted at him but he didn’t seem to have heard; “Yoongi answer me.”  

“I didn’t kill him if that’s what you’re thinking. But then again, only I can look at you in certain ways. ”  

“You’re crossing the bounds, Yoongi.”  

“You’re mine and so you’ve to stay.” He whispered into your ear, but you pushed him away causing yet another smirk. You hated that expression onto hi face, but you couldn’t slap him despite the urge.  

“Stay in the car, I’ve something to do.”  

“More orders. Did I become one of your men? ”  

“Don’t discuss baby, I’ll be right there in a few minutes.”  

“Whatever you say, Sir.”  

Reproached him in the way his men did seemed to annoy him, but he said nothing and got out of the car. You were ready to get off when the black window that divided the driver’s seat from the rest of the limo was lowered.  

“Y/N.. You’re locked in. ”  

“HOSEOK.”  

“Boss’ orders Y/N. ” He apologized with a little smile, making you sigh in despair. “He’s acting like this for your sake.”  

“It’s killing me so and he seems to not realize it.”  

~ ~

Taehyung and Namjoon were holding Yoongi while you were in your room.  

“DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU’LL WALK OUT THAT DOOR? RATHER I’LL KILL MYSELF! ”  

“Yoongi calm down.” The tone almost despaired of Namjoon managed to get even at your ears, while the tears continued to slip copious on your cheeks.  

You’ve never discussed that way, but you were coming to a limit that you couldn’t bear any more.  

“Y/N I’M TALKING TO YOU. COME HERE RIGHT NOW! ”  

“FUCK OFF YOONGI, OKAY? I’M FUCKING SICK OF YOU AND THIS WHOLE SITUATION. ”  You stand at the door, your eyes were red and swollen, while you hurl against him everything that he gave you in those weeks. Almost like they were justifications for his attitude. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?? LEAVE ME ALONE, I WANT TO GET OUT. YOU’VE BECOME OBSESSIVE AND OPPRESSIVE. THAT’S NOT THE RELATIONSHIP I WANT. ”  

“I’M DOING THIS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, FUCK. IS IT SO HARD TO ABIDE BY MY RULES? ”  

“THERE ARE YOUR MEN FOR THAT!” You shouted hurling yet another expensive bracelet, striking though Taehyung that remained silent since your strength was poor in those days due to lack of sleep.  

“YOU’RE MINE Y/N, THEN MY RULES APPLY EQUALLY TO YOU.” He yelled back, trying to wriggle from the grip of his men; “GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE AND I SWEAR THAT IT’S OVER. I WON’T BE HERE ANYMORE TO PROTECT YOU. ”  

His threat was another blow to your heart. You wanted it all but not that your relationship was over. In spite of that world, Yoongi was the man of your life. But he needed to reconsider his behavior and that was the only way to make him do that. Leave him.  

Without taking anything, everything was his despite you worked and you still had your apartment outside Seoul, you bypassed the three men and directed towards the door.  

Namjoon and Taehyung had left the grip on Yoongi, who was immobile at the center of the salon and was looking at you, shortness of breath and broken because of the screams.  

“You’re not protecting me Yoongi, you’re suffocating me.”  

Saying that you came out of your house, without looking back.  

~ ~

Your apartment was even smaller as than you remembered and was incredibly quiet.  

The only sounds that you could hear were your sobs and the television you had access both to keep you company.  

Despite the orders of Yoongi, Seokjin had followed you and now he was on the threshold of the door, while watched you in absolute silence.  

“You know that he’ll punish you, Seokjin?” Sobbing you said, lifting your eyes to him.  

“Never leave a girl in tears, you never know what could happen.” It was his answer, that brought you a little smile. You patted the spot next to you and he immediately refused nodded, remaining in his corner.  

“Seokjin I never understand your reasons.. Neither you nor Jimin. You’re so kind… ”   

“Because we’re gangsters?”  

You nodded and he was feeling almost at right to give you a long and detailed answer so he moved away from the wall but sat into the Chair next to the couch. You were pretty sure Yoongi had warned everyone to stay away from you, when you had started to date, and Seokjin’s behavior increasingly convinced you.  

“Our parents were gangster and so we ha–” He began to say when the doorbell made jump both and his hand immediately ran to the gun hidden under the leather jacket he was wearing. “Are you waiting for someone?” He asked, suspiciously.  

“Y/N; open… it’s me. ”  

On hearing the voice of his boss Seokjin relaxed slightly, although in his eyes you could read the fear of the sure punishment that he would have to undergo. He got up and went to the door, past the hallway that divided the living room from the entrance, but you stayed on the couch. Wrapped in blankets seeking warmth.  

“Wait in the car Seokjin.”  

“Yes, Sir.”  

“And.. thank you, for staying with her.”  

-At least he’s still able to show gratitude, what a miracle . - It was your thinking, while you lay your eyes on television without paying the slightest attention.  

“Y/N?”  

“Go away.”  

“No.” You wanted to beat him but his tone forced you to watch him.  

He was broken, you could see it into his eyes. He was broken as much as you were, but you held by up to go to hug him.  

He came towards you but sat on the coffee table, trying to make you pay attention to him. Your red eyes rested on him and even though he had not wept, it was clear that he was in pain.  

“Yoongi, what do you want?”  

“You… and you know it. ”  

“You said that if I exit from our home, it was over.”  

“I was scared.”  

In two years you’ve never heard those words come out of his mouth and was that to upset you more. He had put his pride aside other times during your quarrels, but he had never admitted to being frightened by something.  

Yoongi leaned towards you, pushing aside the blanket and took your hands on his own. You didn’t withdraw them but you were still unwilling to listen to him.  

“The day I met you, I also discovered something new.” He muttered holding his gaze onto your hands; “There was someone capable of making me feel fear. You intimidated me Y/N and I don’t think you have ever realized. ”  

“Bullshit. When we first met, you were an asshole. ”  

“Yes, I was, but inside I kept wondering how the hell you couldn’t be afraid of me or… from what I was. ”  

You were about to argue again, you’d never been the girl to remain silent or to comply with every rule, when he knelt down in front of you.  

“What are you doing?” You asked, finally succeeding in blocking the sobs.  

“Can you be quiet for a moment, Y/N?”  

His question was veiled of desperation so you froze completely from saying something, just nodded continuing to watch him without understanding what was going on.  

“I know that my world isn’t the best;” He began to say, most clutching your hands into his. “and a few weeks ago you had a very clear demonstration. When Jimin told me you were missing my world is literally collapsed. It took Seokjin and Jungkook to stop me because just knew what had happened I just wanted to kill him without thinking of the consequences. I had to get rid of this idea because you are the person most precious to me. ”  

“Yoo–sorry, go on.” You apologized immediately and bit the tip of your tongue to silence.  

“When you were in my arms, safe and sound, the fear hasn’t gone away. It was there to make me aware that I might lose you at any moment. I just couldn’t figure out how to protect yourself without becoming a despot and believe me, I’m sorry for that. ” He continued to talk while you were looking at him and the desire to hug him grew more and more; “I wanted to do a few weeks ago but.. In short, everything happened and I couldn’t find the right opportunity. ”  

He left your hands just to grab something from the gray jacket he was wearing and you saw a small box in his hands so you finally understood.  

Even his hands, firm as usual, trembled when he opened the small box showing you an engagement ring. It was white gold, your favorite and it was as simple as perfect. Above all, it was the ring that you two had seen together several months before and you’d want to buy because you were in love with at first sight.  

“Y/N… I know I’m asking a lot because you’re aware of the risks. But I’d be the happiest man in the world if you’ll say yes. ”  

“Y-Yoongi” Your voice trembled, while other tears itchy your eyes and began to slide on your face.  

“I want to spend my life with you, in all circumstances and at all times. Would you do me the honor of marrying me, Y/N? ” He asked, and his eyes were shining with excitement, while his hands began to tremble even more violently.

“Yes, Yes and Yes again, Min Yoongi.”

Five Years

Requested: Yes (Jason Todd/ Reader Angsty Smut) 

Summary: Getting the call from Bruce that Jason died was the worst night of your life, and five years later, after you nearly killed joker, given your batgirl suit back to Bruce, and taken up a new life for yourself as a gotham crime lord -guess who comes back? That’s right, Jason Todd.  

(Warning this is a smut with lots of lemony angst) 

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I AM SO INTO THIS SHIT YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

I tried to make them kinda different, but in the end they still wound up pretty similar, Please Forgive.

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Crier Type Based on Moon Aspects🌙

Harmonious moon/sun aspects: Passionate-crier; You cry when your ego and feelings are insulted or threatened, which is reasonable, yea? Both parts of your identity usually co-align with each other, so when you’re insulted you either rationalize your feelings ~or~ take it to heart because you take it as insulting your being x2, because sun&moon are both parts of your identity (thus, getting ~passionate~ about yourself).

Discordant moon/sun aspects: Dramatic-crier; You cry when you’re utterly conflicted with yourself because you are constantly at odds with your wants and needs and you tend to want to blame someone for it (when in reality, it’s just you debilitating yourself).

Harmonious moon/mercury aspects: Logical-crier; you cry when your intelligence is insulted, but you’re logical with your emotions because you thoroughly examine them before crying. You can get uncomfortably and oddly expressive when you cry though, (e.g laughing while crying) and people are like, weirded out by that.

Discordant moon/mercury aspects: Irrational-crier, animated-crier; You tend to anxiously take comments to heart, as a personal attack on your feelings&opinions, even if the matter probably didn’t concern you. This is because you have trouble separating your logic/feelings. Verbal diarrhea of feelings can become a problem and you have mood swings while you’re crying (eg. angry one second, laughing the next) and again, weirds people out~

Harmonious moon/Venus aspects: Sweet-heart-crier; You cry when you’re lonely! Venus is about relationships/connection with others, moon is your feelings. You seek emotional connections with others and when you don’t get it, it takes a toll on you. However, you tend to put the needs of others before your own because you would hate to be bothersome to others and this can build up, so be careful…you’ll become the attention-seeking-crier.

Discordant moon/Venus aspects: Attention-seeking-crier; You’re prone to being emotionally dependent so you especially tend to cry when you’re lonely. Only difference is that you feel people should dote on you&show you affection when you cry because you would personally do the same for them, yea? But you must remember that acting out kindness and expecting rewards in return isn’t genuine kindness.

All moon/mars aspects: Angry-crier; Very simple~ you cry when you’re angry or frustrated, when you can’t express your anger in the way you want to, #tantrum alert

All Jupiter aspects: Exaggerated-crier; You cry when you feel emotionally confined, which is reasonable, but your emotions easily inflate; you cry when there’s a minor inconvenience, no matter how petty the matter, and tend to blow things out of proportion. Your feelings overflow and with the influence of harsh aspects you get so pessimistic about everything after that minor inconvenience (hence, further exaggeration)

All moon/Saturn aspects: Suffer-in-silence-crier; What is crying??? Kidding! You cry but you keep it to yourself because you believe structuring yourself is important, to always look composed no matter what.

Harmonious moon/Uranus aspects: Freedom-crier; These people are very good at distancing themselves from emotions, yet know how to be emotionally present, making them emotionally aware. That distance from their emotion is their “emotional freedom” and so they’ll likely react over a situation involving it being threatened or taken away.

Discordant moon/Uranus aspects: Unpredictable-crier; The moon represents your feelings, Uranus is a livewire, it’s shocking and different. Put them together and no one knows why you react the way you do; in other words, no one knows why you cry?? Emotional delays are so common with these two together and for that reason their emotions are unpredictable. This makes the person emotionally unaware, perhaps emotionally unstable. They must learn to confront their feelings but distance themselves at the same time.

All moon/Neptune aspects: Drunk-crier, escapist-crier; Whether it be drunk on alcohol or drunk on your daydreams, you cry over everything; and this is because you feel the emotions of others and your own, very empathetic.  As a result, you may resort to closing into your mind because you perceive the real world as being too much for you.

Harmonious moon/Pluto aspects; Soulful-crier; You’re so in tune with your emotions and the emotions of others and still know how to handle all of it. You tend to cry during emotional turmoil, because Pluto enhances and intensifies emotions. When you cry it’s an ordeal, but you’re renewed in the end, you have grown from the experience.

Discordant moon/Pluto aspects: Conspiracy-crier; You’re so suspicious! You mostly cry when you can’t handle emotional crisis. You also tend to cry when you feel your trust is betrayed, but with harsh aspects sometimes your trust wasn’t even betrayed you’re just overly skeptical, because you have #trust issues. You then proceed to feel like everyone is against you, but keep it to yourself because you get extremely private and secretive with your emotions and this can get very self-destructive, so be careful~

deal | pt. 3.5 (m)

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon

word count: 2,405 (a short confused side chapter/continuation) 

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Rye & Lies Pt. 1

Originally posted by gotjimin

Part 2

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Angst & Smut
Word count: 3,592

Summary: You don’t know his name and he doesn’t know yours but in this moment you could care less. He was gorgeous and you were desperate to be touched.

A/N: Let’s not talk about the title, okay. I’m not good with titles.
SURPRISE ! Here’s a Hoseok smut that no one asked for except for me!! Because that man is making me feel some type of way even more so than usual. 


He believed you didn’t know.

Thought he was sly and a good liar. That you were oblivious and naïve to everything that was happening behind your back.

But you knew.

You could smell her on the collar of his dress shirts when he’d draw you into his chest. Taste the flavour of her lipstick that lingered on his lips.

He hid a smile full of secrets behind the rim of his coffee cup when he replayed the way her body felt beneath his fingers. Thoughts of her occupied his mind from morning to night and with each new memory of her; ones of you faded away.  

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every line of dialogue Max says in Fury Road
  • max: *portentous inner narration that never appears again*
  • max: THAT'S MINE
  • max: [grunts]
  • max: [silence]
  • max: [further grunting]
  • max: maybe together...............................we can find..............................................some kind of...............................................................................redemption
  • max: my name is max
  • max: [emotional grunting]

Step one: tell women we’re not allowed to call female anatomy-specific issues ‘women’s issues’.
Step two: tell women we have to refer to them as anatomy-specific issues.
Step three: when women comply by mentioning anatomy only, tell women they’re not allowed to do that either.
Step four: women are silenced; no further steps necessary.

Hold Back The River (Roman Reigns x Reader)

Context: Reader is best friends with Roman, traveling with him and valeting him to the ring. The two were inseparable. What happens when everything changes?

**A/N: ** Shout-out to @lclb13 because this fic is written based on a request from her imagination. I made this as true to the request as possible. Protective Roman is pretty cute. The song choice for this one: “Hold Back the River” by James Bay.

**S/B: ** Check out @thiickreigns for version two!

**Warnings: *** NSFW (SMUT AHEAD). READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Originally posted by vaniwin

 **Tags: **@the-geekgoddes ; @caramara3 ; @lavitabella87 ; @m-a-t-91 ; @thiickreigns ; @kalliravenne ; @m-a-t-91 ; @crookedmoonsaultpunk ; @squirrel666 , @livingthestrongstyle   {anyone who I’ve tagged in other Roman fics got a tag in this one! Hope y’all don’t mind}


“Tried to keep you close to me

But life got in between

Tried to square not being there        

But think that I should have been…”

           It was a long day, a really long and tiring day. The flights, the interviews, the training: long, tedious and tiring and all I wanted to do was go back to the hotel and sleep. Instead, I was here in Orlando, Florida, sitting quietly in the stands of the arena an hour and a half before Monday night Raw began.

           “Hey, baby girl. Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

          Roman’s deep, soothing voice from behind my row of seats caused me to jump up in shear surprise. I turned around with a scowl planted firmly on my face, trying my best not to smile at his apologizing pout. We’ve been best friends since we started out in NXT five years earlier. Now, we worked together for the same company and traveled together all the time. When I say I loved this adorable Samoan to death, I truly meant it.

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Camping || Jughead Jones

Jughead and the reader go on a school camping trip. After Reggie’s his usual self, the reader stands up to him only to get threatened. She’s terrified all day after hearing his threat until Jughead comes to her tent later that night and reassures her that she’s going to be okay. Fluff ensues!

Prompts from anons and others:

53 and 62 with Jughead?? Pleaseee🙏🏻🙏🏻

Hi! This is for the drabble challenge! Could you do 7, 9, and 14 with JugheadxReader? Thanks!

14. and 16. for jughead?

#9 and 22 w/ Juggy?

Hi! This is for the drabble challenge! Could you do 55 and 62 with JugheadxReader? Thanks!

27 and 62 with Jughead?

7.) “Well, that’s tragic.”

9.) “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

14.) They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

16.) “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

22.) “Did you just hiss at me?”

27.) “No. Regrets.”

53.) “Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”

55.) “You’re a nerd.”

62.) “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”

A/N: Here it is! The massive mashup fic! Get ready for lots of fluff and some angst!! Also, I just want to say that during this fic it looks like something bad is going to happen but I can reassure you that it’s not. That’s all I’ll say as we get into the story!

Gif by @ravemreyes

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A school camping trip in the same woods where Jason Blossom was shot and killed. Who’s great idea was this?

“Come on, guys!” your science teacher called. “Just a little more walking!”

Everyone groaned for at least the tenth time that day. Right. It was his.

Your science class (more like your teacher) had decided to go on a camping trip to explore the wonders of nature. So far you had tripped over the log of a tree and scraped your leg on a branch. And the backpack that held your stuff for the night was killing your back. Yeah, what “wonders.”

“How long has he been saying that for? Two hours?” Your best friend Jughead said from your right.

You smiled.

At least Jughead was in your science class. Betty and Veronica were as well, but they were at the front of the group where all the teachers were, eager to find the best camping spot.

All of a sudden, a loud hiss erupted right next to your ear and you jumped. You sighed angrily as you heard laughing behind you. Unfortunately, Betty, Veronica, and Jughead weren’t the only people you knew in your science class.

“Hey freaks.” Reggie said, now on your left.

You looked at him.

“Did you just hiss at me?” you asked and Jughead snickered.

Reggie looked up at Jughead, glaring at him.

“Why’re you laughing, Normal Bates, huh? Something funny?” he barked.

Jughead was about to answer when you cut in,

“He’s laughing at you, Reggie. You’re hissing at people for God’s sake. Why don’t you screw off or I’ll make you?”

You went to turn your attention back to Jughead when you felt a strong grip pull your left arm back, stopping you from moving forward and turning you back around. You yelped at the pain and looked up at Reggie who was smiling maliciously, still holding your arm.

“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?” he snarled.

You gulped.

“Reggie, let her go!” Jughead said.

Reggie dipped down close to your ear.

“I hope your tent’s zipped up well tonight. I might pay you a little visit.” he whispered.

You froze in fear before Jughead stepped in front of the two of you.

“Reggie, I said Let. Her. Go.” he growled.

Reggie laughed and let go of your arm where red welts were beginning to form.

“Just having a little chat, that’s all.” he said and laughed before joining his friends at the back of the group.

Jughead turned his attention back to you, worry in his eyes at seeing how frightened you looked.

“Y/N, what’d he do? What’d he say?” he asked.

You shook your head as you looked behind you. Reggie was still looking at you with that smirk and you quickly turned towards Jughead again.

“Just keep walking.” you said softly as you began moving forward again.

Jughead didn’t protest and he didn’t push you further. After twenty or so minutes of silence later, the class came to a clearing in the woods.

“Alright!” your teacher called. “Boys, set up your tents on this side of the clearing,” he said pointing to the right side of the clearing. “And girls, set up on this side,” he said pointing to the left. “It’s getting dark out so you better hurry! Dinner’s in an hour.”

Jughead turned to you.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” you said quietly.

Jughead didn’t look like he believed you but again he decided not to press you.

“Sit with you at dinner?” he asked.

You nodded again.

“Sounds good.”

Jughead looked like he wanted to say something else but stopped himself, instead giving you a small smile before walking off to where the boys were putting up their tents. You sighed and walked to the girls side, beginning to put up your tent. You could only hope dinner was better.

You were wrong. Dinner was worse. The class of twenty-seven people sat around the fire, all talking and eating amongst themselves. Betty and Veronica were in Betty’s tent not eating dinner but instead waiting for S’mores. Then there was Reggie who just kept looking at you. He wouldn’t stop. Whether this was his psychotic idea of flirting or whether he was just trying to claim you as if you were an object or if he was just trying to terrify you you had no idea. All you knew was that Reggie scared you.

“Y/N. Y/N!” Jughead said from next to you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You turned to him.

“Yeah?” you asked.

Jughead scoffed, but a smirk was on his face.

“Did you hear what I said?” he asked.

You shook your head.

“No, sorry, Jughead.” you said.

You looked to where Reggie was sitting again and saw he was still staring at you. You couldn’t take it anymore. You quickly got up.

“I’m going to bed.” you said.

Jughead looked at you with a bewildered expression.

“But curfew’s not for another hour.” he said.

You shook your head quickly.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m tired. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” you said before walking off.

Jughead quickly got up.

“Y/N!” he called but you didn’t turn around or answer.

He sighed and sat back down. What was going on with you?

You honestly didn’t know how long it had been since you excused yourself from dinner. You had been lying in your sleeping bag, staring at nothing for at least a couple hours. The talking and laughing you heard in the beginning from the teens still eating dinner had ended a while ago. Now it was completely silent. And you were terrified. Terrified of Reggie. Of his friends. Then you remembered that Jughead’s tent was across the clearing from yours.

Maybe you could—

No. You quickly shook that thought away. You couldn’t do that. But your mind kept going back to Reggie and his smirk. It terrified you all over again. Your thoughts came to a halt when you heard someone outside and you slowly sat up. You heard footsteps coming closer and closer to your tent and your heart rate began to pick up. All of a sudden, you heard someone fumbling with the zipper outside your tent. You were ready to let out a scream when a familiar voice said,

“Y/N?”

You pulled your sleeping bag covers back.

“Jughead?” you asked, turning your phone light on as you crawled to the opening of the tent, unzipping the entrance. You were greeted by a worried Jughead who quickly crawled into the tent, zipping it back up.

“Wh—“ you began but stopped when Jughead turned his attention back to you.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

You looked at him with a confused expression.

“Yeah, of course. What’s the—“

“Reggie,” he said, cutting you off. “I heard him and his friends talking about what he said to you earlier.”

Fear flooded you as you remembered Reggie’s laugh and hot breath on you. You snapped out of it when you felt Jughead’s hands take yours.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come earlier. The chaperones were patrolling the area. Reggie’s not going to hurt you, okay?” he said. “I’m gonna stay with you tonight. Just in case.”

You sighed in relief and hugged the raven-haired boy.

“Thank you, Jughead. Thank you.” you whispered as he hugged you back.

The two of you pulled away and Jughead smiled at you.

“I brought snacks,” he said, pulling out a deck of cards with one hand. “And snacks.” he said, pulling out a small bag of chips and a big bag of candy with the other.

You stifled your laugh, not wanting the chaperones to find Jughead in your tent.

“God, you’re a nerd,” you said jokingly. You smiled at the teenage boy. “But seriously. Thanks, Juggie.”

You looked at the cards.

“You up for a game of War?” you asked.

Jughead rolled his eyes.

“Of course.”

You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.” you mumbled to Jughead as you chewed on a Snickers bar.

Jughead rolled his eyes.

“Don’t care,” he said and put down a 3 of Hearts. “Dammit.” he swore.

You giggled. You had only one card left but you still clung onto the hope that you could win.

“Alright, so all I need is a 4 to get some cards back. Should be easy.” you said cockily.

You quickly flipped your last card over, revealing a two. Your mouth fell open at it and Jughead laughed.

Well, that’s tragic.” he said. 

You shoved your best friend’s shoulder and pouted, unable to keep a smile off your face. You also couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked in his pajamas. The sweatpants didn’t do much, but the tight white tank top showing off his toned arms made you blush furiously.

“Oh, shush. Get out of here.” you joked.

Jughead’s eyes widened.

You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” he said jokingly pointing to the sleeping bag the two of you were sitting on.

You laughed and looked at your phone. 2:32.

“Juggie, we should get to bed,” you said, putting your phone down. “It’s 2:30.”

Jughead sighed but nodded. He took his beanie off and placed it to the side, crawling under the covers of the moderately big sleeping bag. You joined him and you groaned quietly as the large amount of candy you ate that evening began to kick in. Jughead chuckled.

“The candy?” he asked.

You nodded and groaned again, pulling the covers over your shoulders.

“Yeah.” you mumbled.

Jughead shook his head.

“I told you you shouldn’t’ve eaten all of it.”

You scoffed.

“No. Regrets.”

Jughead chuckled again.

“Night, Jug.” you said, turning your phone light off.

“Night, Y/N.”

Thirty minutes later, you were still awake. Although you knew the chance that Reggie would come into your tent was now slimmer than ever, you were still nervous.

“Jughead?” you whispered.

“Yeah?” he said instantly.

So he couldn’t sleep either.

“I can’t sleep,” you said. You were silent for a moment. “I’m scared.”

Jughead sighed and turned to look at you through the dark.

If you can’t sleep…we could have sex? That would scare Reggie off.” he joked.

Your cheeks turned bright red.

“Jughead!” you loudly whispered.

Jughead snorted.

“I’m kidding, Y/N,” he said before turning serious. “Come here,” he said, signaling for you get closer.

You snuggled into him, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach as Jughead held you protectively.

“They won’t hurt you, okay?” he said softly. “I won’t let them. I promise. Go to sleep.”

You nodded, feeling a lot better and closed your eyes, falling asleep to Jughead’s heartbeat.

“Shh! Veronica!” Betty loudly whispered as Veronica giggled and dragged her to your tent.

“Veronica! It’s like 6 in the morning! No one’s up yet!” Betty said, yawning.

“Exactly! Betty, I just want to surprise her! Like I surprised you!” Veronica said, smiling widely.

Betty glared at the beaming girl.

“You didn’t surprise me, you scared me.” she said.

Veronica rolled her eyes.

“Same thing.” she said before zipping open your tent.

She opened her mouth ready to “surprise” you, but stopped when she saw you and Jughead.

“Oh my—“ she began but stopped when Betty stooped to her level to see what the Lodge girl was looking at.

“What are you—oh.” the blonde said.

You and Jughead were asleep and Jughead was… spooning you?

“Oh God, they’re so cute when they’re asleep.” Veronica said, taking out her phone and snapping some pictures.

“Veronica!” Betty exclaimed.

“What?” Veronica asked, looking towards her best friend. “It’s true.”

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The Holy Ground.

The disciples and monks, holy men and women. Walked corridors of gold, bronze and amongst the most revered of artefacts. Incense drifted above, smoke wavered through the lanterns that followed the walls. The high Sanctuary in he mountains, a most sacred of holy places. Kamar-Taj

But a poison was making its way here, tainted by creatures beyond the concept of time, beyond death. The mountains and the blistering winds granted safe refuge from the darkness that lay beyond them. But this was something they had not expected.

Smoke froze, dead in the air and the flames flickered through the illuminated hallways. A growing dread, a cold grip tugged ever so slightly at their spines. A clawed hand that grasped the building like a child would enclose theirs around a moth, refusing its freedom. The air felt heavy, tension had seeped into tranquillity.

There was a stir in the wind. Heads looked to the heavens above, blurred and wavered, the flags turned and flared now dancing to a different tune.

The Heed of Nature rang, something foul was approaching, rotting, something not of this place. Not anymore.

A foulness that Nature herself chose didn’t belong.

And the cries of the Mountains could be heard, carried on the winds, in their defeat and despair

‘Hurry, Hurry, HE IS COMING’…

The gates were sealed. But would it be enough to stop the entity that staggered ever closer? A creature not even nature could stop.

The wind fell calm, a silence, eerie, desolate. The sun had long set and the sanctuary was stained in darkness.

an enormous bang echoed through the temple. 
 and again..

        and again….

Bodies trembled at the sound, young and old eyes looked to the door. 

At the base, black worm-like creatures crawled from beneath, losing form and spilling out into a pool of tar, but came no further. 

Trills and clicks soon filled the silence. The door now bled ink from its grain, groaning under the touch of what ever was on the other-side.

“BEGONE DEMON, THIS IS SACRED GROUND” the Elder announced.

The noises stopped, the residents looked around, at each other to find something that resembled an explanation. Looking at the door in rattling anticipation of what was to come.

 In that brief moment they thought it had left. 

Black slime materialised from with in the gate. Forming into limbs and a dark mass, its shape looked to be that of a tall man, gaunt and fatigued, features sharp but unrefined, something was hiding underneath this cruel and barbaric visage. The feathered mantle on his shoulders rustled. The being had literally travelled through the gate’s timber foundations without so much as opening it. 

Pale eyes stared off at the Elder. with an unnatural hue of amber.

“…. D̻̥̩͠e̥m̻̖ͅo̳̬̰̺̤̞ṇ͢?̹̫̖͍̪̞̥”

Even here, after all he had done.

“No….It can not be. Stephen?”

His body convulsed at the name. But- oh, the voices…his masters, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull. Oh such sweet words they were saying, it make him tremble with ecstasy. 

But it was short-lived, he was suddenly reminded of the humans before him.

All he had sacrificed for them. They could not see, could not understand, they refused and now run from him, can not even look upon him without being reduced to fear. 

Even here of all places, from where his past life began. He thought they could understand. But it was not to be. They are like the rest of them.

 But the visions and oh…the stench of power, it tempted him too much…. he needed it. Needed it ALL.

The old sorcerer removed his hand from beneath the cloak, gnarled and clawed, it was. But scars remained from the life-changing incident that had all but been forgotten. He grasped the robes before peeling the fabric back, revealing the work of his masters.

The living abyss he had become stared into the very souls of the creatures before him, in the wake of the world’s shameless demands.

He would extract it. everything…anything that his masters defined as ‘Light’

including Life. the soul…the very essence of what is. 

Black tendrils lashed out at speed, pulling, constricting, breaking, draining the bodies they found in their path. 

The Creature’s form darkened, featureless in the back-light of the gate as it swung open in force. A whirl wind of wind and snow ushered past the black silhouette. But the monks only saw the abyss standing there and it stared back at them in relentless hunger.

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The Labyrinth Chapter 31

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 3.5k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

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