crawls back into her cave

Family Name - Jughead Jones X Blossom!Reader

can you write soemthing where the reader is the youngest blossom and openly dating jughead and no one has actually asked how youre doing since jason disspared/body was descovered, except for jug. and one day reggie makes a comment on how dating a loser wouldnt be what jason wanted and you are litterly ready to fight him. But Cheryl, who hasnt really spoken to you since the body was found, is like i know my brother would want our sister happy

Originally posted by stydiaislove

I’m sorry it’s so short, but I hope you like it anyway!

“How’s today been so far,” Jughead asked, squeezing your hand. You looked up at him and you shot him a soft smile. “Better now,” he let out a breathy laugh and rolled his eyes. You looked down the hallways and when you didn’t see anyone you knew, you leaned up a pressed a kiss to Jughead’s cheek. It wasn’t like you and Jughead were dating in secret, it was just that most of the people that were close to your older siblings didn’t like it. It was those same people, that called themselves your friends, who also seemed to forget that you had lost a brother too, not just Cheryl. The whole football team, who looked up to the Blossom family name when Jason was captain, seemed to have forgotten about the youngest family member. Since your brother’s cold, lifeless corpse had been found, even Cheryl hadn’t spoken to you. Your heart sank with the thought of your sister, because if you were still struggling, who knows how she was fairing.  

“Hey,” Jughead said, stroking your cheek, “where’d you go?” You just shook your head in response. When you looked back up at him, his green eyes were squinted in concern. “I’m okay, really.” He nodded, but you knew he didn’t believe you. “I’m feeling so good, that I want to go to the football game tonight.” He raised his eyebrow at you and you smiled. “Will you come with me,” you asked sweetly, holding both of his hands now. He smiled at you, leaning down to look into your eyes, “of course.” The warning bell rang, signaling to get to your next class. “See you in the lounge after school.” He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “see you then.” You let got of his hands, walking down the hall to your next class.

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I need something to be good. I need something to feel right. I’m not depressed, I’m not- my heart is not broken, I’m not grieving. She’s not dead, she’s out there. She’s living out her dreams and I know, I know she’s happy and that makes me feel proud for her. But there is this other feeling that doesn’t completely feel fair. Or right, or good. She goes on, day in and day out, happy without me. Every morning I wake up and there’s this pit, there’s this feeling here that maybe my dreams are over, maybe maybe I had my dreams and they’re over now.
And I’m going to be this single guy- no wife, no kids, no family. She was my family. And now she’s someplace else, and I let her go. It’s good that I did, I mean it’s better- for her. But for me…so I need something to be good. I need a reason to get up in the morning so I don’t crawl back into the cave I was in before I met her. You know she saved me, you were there you remember how I was. I was dark, that war made me dark And that darkness it’s still in me. And she just lit it up. So i just thought to beat back that darkness I would do something good.
—  Owen Hunt, Grey’s Anatomy
Captive: chapter 1

New Loki story!

I’ve been playing with this idea for a while and finally managed to start writing it.

This will be a multiple chapter fic, I want to put up an 18+ warning for smut in later chapters, don’t say I didn’t warn you!

Please enjoy and remember feedback is always appreciated!

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Captive: chapter 1

It was like running in a dream, she felt like she was going as fast as she could and using all the strength she had left inside of her but she hardly made any progress and appeared to be moving slower with every step.
Every inch of her was being pulled to the ground by more than just gravity it seemed, every small step felt like a giant leap and cost her all her energy.

Her long, heavy brown dress and heels were not making it any easier, why did she have to wear these again?
It looked like something from the Middle Ages or a cheap movie set.

She kept her dress pulled up as she ran, she couldn’t remember putting this thing on, she also couldn’t remember how she got here.

The branches of the trees hit her in the face but she ignored it, there was only one thing on her mind…there was something she had to remember, it was very important and no matter what happened she should not forget it.

What was it again? It was on the tip of her tongue but at the same time completely out of her reach.

They did something to her, to her brain and it was eating at everything, she could feel it slipping away from her right now, soon there would be nothing left, nothing left of her, she needed to find someone, tell them, now, before everything was gone.

But the woods were empty, and these trees did not look like normal trees, she allowed herself to look up while running and noticed these trees were bigger and more beautiful than any tree she had seen before, they looked like something from a strange fairy tale, her brain must be more damaged than she initially thought.

She could see the walls of the city in the far distance and a palace…a golden palace, where the hell was she?!
Her legs gave up the fight as she fell to the ground.

‘No, no no…not yet,’ she tried to crawl back up, she wanted to fight but her body caved,’ remember…my name is Mia…please let me remember this one thing…my name is Mia…’

One last whisper left her lips before she fell silent,’Mia.’

And just like that even her name was lost to her, the last thing she saw was people running towards her, and then everything turned black.

***

He walked the dungeons of the palace, his walk was slow, sensual almost, and filled with a confidence and an authority that didn’t leave any doubt that this man was important and powerful.
He took the time to scan every corner of the hall, his long legs were covered in black leather complete with leather boots that made a little squeeky sound with every step he took, his long black and green leather coat dangled after him.
The guards standing next to the cells all bowed down to him and avoided looking him in the eyes.

A hint of a smile appeared around his lips giving him an evil grin, he enjoyed the power that came with being a prince and could not wait for the day that he would become king and finally take the throne, ruling this realm the way he had always envisioned, oh how things would change!

His eyes glanced quickly over every glass cage and the prisoners inside, most of them poor peasants who were caught stealing or murdering and were now rotting away down here awaiting their fate, which for most of them looked rather grim.

He was drawn to the last cell in the dungeon, it had been empty the day before but when he stepped closer now he could see a woman hiding in the far corner.

‘What do we have here?’ he asked, facing one of the guards and awaiting his answer.
The guard nervously looked up to the prince,’ the palace guards brought her in this morning your royal highness, she was found just outside of the city grounds, she attacked two civilians when they tried to help her. She appears very…confused and…unpredictable.’

Loki noticed the shift in his voice at that last word and noticed the cuts on the guards cheek, like someone had scratched him in the face.

He gazed into the cell to get a better view but all he saw was a small woman crawling away in the corner.

‘Open up,’ he ordered the guard.
‘But…your highness,’ he protested,’ is that wise?’
He turned his head to the guard who shrunk immediatly at the realisation of what he had just said and who he was talking to.
‘Or course your highness,’ he bowed his head again and opened the cell to let the prince step inside.

The room was very bright, white on white, the woman was wearing a long brown worn out dress and leather boots with heels. Her blonde hair was messy and dirty, she was sitting on the ground with her knees pulled up to her chest hiding her face behind her arms, squinting her eyes against the bright light of the room.

With one wave of his hand the prince magically darkened the entire room, while stepping closer to her.

‘Show me your face,’ he ordered her, his deep raspy voice filling the room.
She lifted her eyes slowly and looked up to meet his, her eyes were brown but almost looked black in the darkness of the room. The edges were darkened as if she hadn’t slept in days, her face was pale but her lips and cheeks were slightly red.  

They looked at each other for a few seconds, when he took another step closer the woman jumped on her feet and threw herself onto him, hitting his chest with all her might while she let out screams of anger.
‘Where am I?!’ she yelled, still trying to hit him but he only needed one hand to hold her off,’ What is this place?!’

With one hard push he threw her back on the ground in the corner as he rolled his eyes.
‘Stay there!’ he said angry.
This time she didn’t move, realising he was much stronger and she was weak.

He lowered himself and kneeled beside her, she could feel his eyes on her.
‘Do you not know who I am?’ he asked, it sounded more like a threat than a question and it confused her.

She shook her head as she stared back into his deep blue eyes and gasped for air when he hit her cheek with the palm of his hand, leaving a red mark on her face.
‘You do not look a prince in the eyes!’ he stood up again and she lowered her eyes immediately, letting out a moan of pain as she hid her face behind her arms again.

‘I didn’t know,’ she said softly, careful not to anger him again,’ I’m sorry.’

He was already at the door when he turned around to look at her again.
‘I am Loki, prince of Asgard,’ he said angry,’ if you value your life you will adress me with your royal highness and NEVER look me in the eyes again.’

She stayed quiet and just nodded her head. It was a very small and timid nodd  easy to miss but he noticed and smiled at her obedience before he left the room.

‘Who is she?’ Loki asked one of the guards.
‘We don’t know, your highness, she claims to not remember anything.’
‘Hmm, very peculiar…keep an eye on her for me, will you?’

The guard nodded his head and took another bow before Loki turned his back and walked back the way he came from.

***

Hours turned into days, or at least that’s what it felt like. She felt the walls closing in on her, it was better when he made the room darker but now the darkness was weighing her down even more.

She was hungry, thirsty, cold and tired but above all scared to death.
She couldn’t remember anything before this cell, who she was, where she came from, no name or place…there was nothing, not a hint of a memory, just an endless darkness.
These clothes did not feel like hers and this place…what the hell was this place?

She pulled her legs up and tried to find a position that was comfortable enough to get some sleep but the floor was hard and cold.

Drifting between sleep and consciousness another day passed, the guard brought her some food and water. He didn’t say a word to her but she could see him staring at her with those mean lustfull eyes.

Seeing the cuts from her nails on his face gave her a little satisfaction but now she was starting to fear what he would do to her in return.

She could feel herself being pulled into madness, time was starting to lose all meaning now, her thoughts wondered off but they had nothing to wonder off to, no memory of anything, all she could think of was what was to come.

Why was she locked up here and where was here? Were they going to kill her? Or worse?

I need something to be… good. I need something to feel right. I’m not depressed, my heart is not broken, I’m not grieving. She’s not dead, she’s out there, she’s living out her dreams, and I know she’s happy, and that makes me feel proud for her.
But there is this other feeling that doesn’t completely feel fair, or right, or good. She goes on, day in and day out, happy without me. Every morning, I wake up, and there’s this feeling that maybe my dreams are over, that maybe I had my dreams, and they’re over now. I’m going to be this single guy: no wife, no kids, no family. She was my family, and now she’s someplace else, and I let her go.
It’s good that I did. It’s better for her, but for me… So I need something to be good. I need a reason to get up every morning, and not crawl back into that cave that I was in before I met her. And you know she saved me; you were there, you remember how I was. I was dark. That war made me dark, and that darkness is still in me. She just lit it up.
So I just thought, maybe to beat back that darkness, I would do something good… I’d just do something good, like go be with those guys, who would remind me… I just need something to be good.
—  Owen Hunt; Grey’s Anatomy - 11x03
 I need something to be good. I need something to feel right. OK? I’m not depressed. My heart is not broken. I’m not grieving. She’s not dead. She’s out there. She’s living out her dreams. And I know, I know she’s happy. And that makes me feel proud for her. But there is this other feeling that doesn’t completely feel fair. Or right. Or good. She goes on day in and day out, happy without me. And every morning I wake up and there’s this pit, this feeling here that maybe my dreams are over. Maybe, maybe I had my dreams, and they’re over now. And I’m going to be this single guy. No wife, no kids, no family. She was my family. And now she’s someplace else, and I let her go. And it’s good that I did. I mean, it’s better for her. But for me…  So I need something to be good. I need a reason to get up every morning, to not crawl back in that cave that I was in before I met her. You know she saved me. You were there. You remember how I was. I was dark. That war made me dark. And that darkness, it is still in me. She just lit it up. So I just thought, I just thought, maybe to beat back that darkness, I would be something good. I would do something good.
—  Owen Hunt, Grey’s Anatomy, Got to be real,11x03
I need something to be good. I need a reason to get up in the morning, not crawl back into that cave that I was in before I met her. You know she saved me. You were there, you remember how I was. I was dark. That war made me dark. And that darkness is still in me, she just lit it up.
—  Owen Hunt, Grey’s Anatomy
I need something to be good. I need something to feel right. OK? I’m not depressed. My heart is not broken. I’m not grieving. She’s not dead. She’s out there. She’s living out her dreams. And I know, I know she’s happy. And that makes me feel proud for her. But there is this other feeling that doesn’t completely feel fair. Or right. Or good. She goes on day in and day out, happy without me. And every morning I wake up and there’s this pit, this feeling here that maybe my dreams are over. Maybe, maybe I had my dreams, and they’re over now. And I’m going to be this single guy. No wife, no kids, no family. She was my family. And now she’s someplace else, and I let her go. And it’s good that I did. I mean, it’s better for her. But for me… So I need something to be good. I need a reason to get up every morning, to not crawl back in that cave that I was in before I met her. You know she saved me. You were there. You remember how I was. I was dark. That war made me dark. And that darkness, it is still in me. She just lit it up. So I just thought, I just thought, maybe to beat back that darkness, I would be something good. I would do something good.