had to take my mind off of everything

RIP To My Youth

and you could call this the funeral

My first Jughead imagine, this is part one, if you guys enjoy it I’ll keep it going. 

Pairing: Jughead x Reader 

Description: Jug and the reader have been best friends since they were kids, but lately, things have changed, Riverdale has changed, Jug has changed and Y/N thinks maybe it’s time she changed too. 

Warnings: ANGST ANGST SO MUCH ANGST YO (maybe a couple o swears)

Word count: 2088

Part 2https://thatsadbreakfastclub.tumblr.com/post/158505761114/rip-to-my-youth-pt-2

It was getting to the point where I was having internal battles with myself every night. ‘Y/N he’s working on the novel and the newspaper, of course, it’s going to be harder for him to spend time with you’ versus ‘he’s moved on, he’s closer with Betty now, he and Archie are closer too, you’ve lost him, you’re irrelevant’. These were the thoughts that had been consuming my brain for the past couple of weeks. Jug was my best friend, right? Maybe I should text him? Maybe not. I started playing with my pale grey cap, my nervous tick of sorts. Jug could always tell when I was nervous because I would fiddle with the cap “Y/N” he’d say “spill it, you can’t hide anything from me, I can read you like an open book”. Thinking about this little memory was bittersweet. How can someone who’s practically by your side every day suddenly just have no real interest in talking to you? Ever since the murder of Jason Blossom, it really feels like everything in Riverdale has changed.

I glanced at my clock perched on my bedside table, 7:45 pm sigh. Maybe doing some homework will take my mind off all this bullshit, who’s idea was it to put me in advanced algebra anyway? Oh, that’s right my father, who I really wish was here right now and not away on some business trip. Tonight would have to be a lonely one. That’s when I remembered I had Jug’s math textbook, there it was sitting on my desk. I flipped it open and sure enough on the bottom left-hand corner was a small ‘property of Jughead Jones’. Perfect I could use this as an excuse to text him. 

Hey Jug, I forgot I had your math textbook? Want me to come drop it over? The two-hour wait to get a reply just built up more and more anger inside of me Hey Y/N, I’m working on an article with Betty right now, could you drop it off to me in the newsroom in free period tomorrow? This was it, this was fucking it, oh I would take his textbook to him tomorrow and I would also confront him about this whole thing, that’s what I’d do straight up ask him why I was suddenly dead weight, I’ve had his guys back for so many years and now I’m just nothing, I won’t have it. Will do I sent back, cool calm and collected and then I was going to give him a piece of my mind tomorrow.

Getting ready for school was never a difficult task for me, I pretty much did the same thing everyday. My Y/H/C was tied into a ponytail with the front strands falling onto my face framing it. I put on my classic ripped boyfriend jeans and a black t-shirt, accompanied by my army jacket. To finish off my classic look I added my signature grey cap and put on my favourite dark grey lipstick. I wasn’t the girliest of girls, that was for sure, but everyone seemed to identify me by my style and in this I found comfort. After giving myself the once over in the mirror I grabbed Jug’s textbook from my desk, shoving it into my bag and I set off for school.

The day dragged on and on, I had a tonne of classes with Kevin and Ronnie today so it was nice to hang out with them for a change. This was of course until Kevin pulled the “I haven’t seen you and Jughead together in a while, what happened you two are usually joined at the hip?” line “You guys are my otp, I hope there’s no trouble in paradise” Veronica added. “Ronnie we’re not dating, why does everyone always think that and honestly, I don’t know, I guess he’s been too busy with this whole novel and newspaper thing to remember me as well” I replied giving my best interpretation of a fake smile. Veronica and Kevin gave me sympathetic looks. 

As the bell rang, signaling our release I was packing my things together when Veronica grabbed my arm. “Y/N you need to tell Jug how you feel, I don’t know if you’ve even admitted it to yourself yet but it’s pretty obvious you’re in love with him, I can see how much not seeing him is hurting you and I think it’s best if you face this head on” I was so taken aback by this, I mean for years I’ve always had people ask if Jug and I were dating but no one had been this blatant with me. Was she right?, No he’s my best friend, I couldn’t be in love with him no way. I let out an awkward laugh “I don’t love Jughead, we’re just friends” It came out so defensive that Veronica raised both her eyebrows and folded her arms “the fact that you’re being so defensive about this just further proves my point” She said in a sing-song voice. “I gotta go Ronnie” I replied standing up from my seat and walking out the classroom “I only say this cause’ I care” she yelled after me.  

Making my way towards the newsroom, I’d never felt so nervous in my life, like get a grip girlie it was just your friend, surely this whole not speaking to me thing was just, not even a big deal and I was hyping it all up. I was still going to have a go at him though because he was angry when Archie ditched him and now he’s okay with doing it to me? Not on my watch.

I had the math book in my hand as I was walking up to the door of the newsroom, I had my best ‘pissed off face’ going on I was ready.

I had my hand almost on the doorknob when I took a quick glance through the doors glass window. That was when my stomach fell, my jaw dropped and my heart involuntarily shattered. It was just a glimpse that’s all I could allow myself to watch, but inside that dusty old newsroom was one Jughead Jones kissing Elizabeth Cooper. The feelings hit me like a truck, and then everything went numb.

I didn’t know what to do so without giving any sign I was there I dropped the math book and ran, I ran out of the school I ran past pops and all the way home. By this time the tears were free falling, I couldn’t stop it and I didn’t care. Once I was in the safety of being inside my house with the door locked I gave in to my emotions and just slid down to the floor.

Wow, I felt so stupid and so naive, why didn’t I see this coming, it all made perfect sense now. I guess this was me also coming to terms with the fact that as usual Ronnie was right, I was painfully in love with Jug and now I was too late to ever do anything about it.

The more I sat there and thought about it the more I came to realise that this was my fault. I held Jug up to this crazy high standard and just assumed it would always be him and me at the end of the day. I had sacrificed so much to hang out with him, to keep my “image”, I avoided making too many other friends, I avoided parties, extracurricular activities you name it I wasn’t a part of it. Now it was all going to change, it had to change. Maybe this was the wake-up call I needed. I had to work on myself, be better, be stronger. Most of all this needed to happen because this meant I could quite literally not be around Jughead anymore, I think seeing or talking to him would make me cry, something the new me will NOT be doing.

I picked myself up off the floor and headed to the bathroom to wash my face. “Get a grip Y/N, ” I told myself staring into the mirror. It’s like as soon as I come to terms with the feelings I think I may have had for years, I have to immediately try to get rid of them. I think this was a coping mechanism for me, and I think the reason I’ve never let myself admit that I had feelings for him before was because I fear rejection so much so very much, and I had to do what I knew would keep him around and that was to continue to be his friend. Well, little girl it’s time to grow up.

And what’s the best way to look more mature and confident, change your style. From what I’ve witnessed from the media, what you wear can have a profound impact on how people view you. This is what I had to do first, get rid of the “old me” look. This meant bye grey cap, bye dark lipstick ( I mean what was I even trying to do with that? Look like a corpse?) (oh wow corpse jokes really funny, maybe a bit too real in light of recent circumstances.) And also a very big goodbye to my jeans and army jacket, that would have to go too.

Looking through my closet it was apparent I didn’t have much to work with, I would definitely have to go shopping this weekend, I’ll bring Ronnie and Kevin along, they know fashion and are probably more than willing to help me out. AH HUH eureka! The dress I’ve been looking for! About two months ago I bought this really nice burgundy skater dress that I was planning to wear on a summer trip away, but when that got cancelled I never really had an excuse to wear it, until now. It showed a lot of leg, which I was surprisingly pretty comfortable with. The thought of people seeing me in this tomorrow made me feel a mixture of excitement and nausea.

The next thing that would change was the hair; no more would it be hidden by a cap and just randomly pulled back behind my face. I would wear it down and give it a curl. I think that would give me a nice elegant edge. God, I really don’t think anyone’s even going to recognise me tomorrow, kinda funny really. The next thing I had to do was go on to the school website and look for an extracurricular I would be willing to do. Hopefully, this would be a good way to make new friends and keep me busy.

I went and grabbed my laptop from my desk, as I did this I heard my phone vibrate, which meant I had a message. The name that made the screen light up made my heart skip a few beats, it was from Jug Hey, I just found my math book outside the newsroom? Why did you leave it there and not come inside? SIGH, reading that was like a knife to my chest, I immediately deleted the message, this may be immature but I needed time, I can’t bring myself to talk to him and if he can do it to me I can sure as hell do it to him. 

Shaking those thoughts away I was brought back to the task at hand. Logging onto the schools web page I found the list of extracurricular activities going on at Riverdale high. Chess club? Pass. Girl’s soccer? Hard pass.  Mathletes? No way in hell. Come on there has to be something here. After fifteen minutes of looking to no avail I scrolled past the extracurricular activities. Eventually I saw an ad posted by the she-devil herself Cheryl Blossom, apparently, one of the river vixens had broken her ankle and a new vixen was needed immediately, auditions were tomorrow after school. Hmm, could I do this? Maybe I could? The old me would never dream of being a cheerleader but the new me, maybe she could. You know what, fuck it. It was decided, I caught myself slightly smiling as I clicked ‘attend’ on the event. It felt like a breath of fresh air, tomorrow I would walk into school confident and new. I was going to cure my own broken heart. I just hoped a run in with Jughead wouldn’t make it all come crashing down.

Studying with Mental Illness: Self-Care
  • Eating and Drinking:
    Make sure you eat food, and drink water regularly. Carry a water bottle everywhere you go if it helps. I always have a water bottle, and something I can snack on in my bag, because I tend to forget otherwise. Eat healthy foods where you can, but honestly, something is better than nothing. Take the time to eat, and drink. Nutrition and hydration is important for fueling your body and will help you focus, and stay focused. 

  • Taking breaks:
    These are necessary. It doesn’t have to be long, but you should aim to take at least five minutes every hour, and some longer ones here and there. It can be hard to stay focused, and you can burn yourself out easily if you try and study for hours on end, day after day. Listen to your needs. Getting a headache? Take a short break. 

  • Mental Health Days:
     We’ve all had those days where we’ve had good intentions to write notes on some chapters, maybe work on an assignment, read a chapter in the text book, or whatever, only to wake up, and feel like our mental illness is getting the better of us, and study just isn’t on your radar. It’s okay to take a day off to do something mindless, or enjoyable, or relaxing. It’s important to take these days when we need too. Don’t feel ashamed to take a day off for your mental health. 

  • Socialising:
    Go to that party, catch up with that friend for coffee, Skype with that friend, catch up with your dash board, or Facebook news feed, whatever it is, it’s okay to do those things. Just as long as you don’t always do those things. Not letting yourself do those things, especially when you’ve been struggling with mental illness and motivation to study, and you take your socialising away from yourself entirely as punishment, can contribute to the cycle of not studying. Find a balance that works for you.

  • Talk to someone:
    A therapist, a friend, a significant other, sibling, parent, teacher, whoever. If you trust them, and ask if it’s okay to talk to them about things that are bothering you/going on for you, then you should talk to them. Talking about things can really help you to start working through things one by one when it all seems overwhelming, and upsetting. Also, don’t be afraid to let your teachers/professors know that you are going through difficult times. Utilise the programs and resources your school/college/university has to offer. Ask for that extension if you need it.

  • Exercise/Stretching:
    It’s good to not only have a regular routine for your overall physical health, and fitness, but during your study sessions, it’s also good to get up, and move around, and do some stretches every once in a while. Just like with taking breaks, you can use those break times to incorporate some movement. Get up, walk around the house, stretch, do some star jumps (I think some people call them jumping jacks???). I am terrible with exercise regimes. I am working on trying to include walking around the block, weights and resistance, and other things into my week, because I know that exercise is supposed to help with focus, and my overall physical health. And it’s supposed to help with mental health too.

  • Sleep:
    Get some sleep, and get some good sleep! 7-9 hours of good quality sleep per night, is ideal for most people. Know yourself, and how much sleep you need. I personally need about 8 hours, anything less and I struggle. Sleep can be hard if you’re struggling with insomnia (I do) but giving yourself as much opportunity to sleep as possible (within reason), will really help. Also, taking naps during the day can really be helpful. I often take short naps when I get home from classes, because I find it helps me to consolidate the knowledge better, and revitalises my body, and my mind for me to continue with my day, as classes take a lot out of me mentally, and physically. Don’t stay up all night, you’re better off getting some sleep earlier, and getting up earlier. And take naps if you need too!

  • Be fair to yourself: 
    This is really important. Know your needs, and treat yourself fairly. Even if you don’t get everything done that you wanted, even if you had to take a mental health day when you have so much to do, it’s okay. Your feelings are valid, and you are not weak/worthless/incompetent/insert other self-hating statement here. You’ve done so well to accomplish what you have managed today. You are amazing. 

    This is the last post to my post series Studying with Mental Illness:  Some Ideas for Studying, Motivation, and Self-care. Here can find my general post, studying post, and motivation post. Thank you for reading. I know these ideas won’t work for everyone, but I hope that they might be useful to someone. Take care. 
RFA+V+Saeran Proposes to MC

A/N: This wasn’t requested but the ideas have been in my mind for a while so hey why not


  • The lil bean was a nervous wreck omg
  • He’s going to ask you to be married to him for the rest of your lives that’s a lot of pressure
  • “Zen, I need help I’ve never proposed before”
  • Of course you haven’t, idiot”
  • He’s trying so hard to come up with a really cute way to propose
  • But all the ideas he comes up with aren’t good enough
  • He asks literally everyone in the RFA and almost spills to you in the process oops
  • Jaehee knocks some sense into him saying that no matter how he does it, you would say yes
  • Yoosung gains a lot more confidence after that and immediately knows what to do
  • He decides to go for the traditional proposal at dinner instead of going all out
  • You go out to a really nice restaurant for dinner and you can tell something’s off with him
  • When you’re both chilling in his house, you ask him what’s wrong
  • Immediately starts stuttering like crazy
  • Eventually, he takes a deep breath and just goes for it
  • “MC… Ever since you came into my life, you’ve been nothing but kind and understanding towards me even if we were strangers. I found myself falling for you fast and I knew I wanted to protect you and make you happy. I still feel that way. These past couple years have been nothing short of wonderful and I hope you think so, too. And I hope that we could have a lot more years like them in the future. So…”
  • At this point you’re both tearing up but he gets down on one knee and pulls out the ring with a shaky hand
  • “Will you marry me, MC?


  • You know how he is
  • Obviously he’s going to want to make the most romantic proposal in the entire world
  • He’s got this super extravagant plan in his mind and it’s going to be perfect
  • Until it isn’t lol
  • He took you out to a romantic picnic at your favorite park
  • We’re talking candles-everywhere-as-the-sun-sets-while-feeding-each-other-chocolate-covered-strawberries kind of romantic
  • He cooked the food himself
  • Since you love to hear him sing, he serenades your favorite song to you
  • Everything is going just fine until the nerves start kicking in
  • The plan was to propose after the song but you’re giving him this really sweet and loving look and he loses all composure
  • He starts blushing and his breathing is uneven and his palms are sweaty
  • knees weak arms are heavy
  • You realize he’s struggling to say something you encourage him while waiting patiently
  • He takes your hands in his to calm himself down a little
  • “I want you to know how much I love you. I absolutely love everything about you. Like the way your nose crinkles when you laugh or how you nag me to take a break if I work too hard and how you sing to yourself whenever you cook or how you snore a little bit when you sleep haha… I love how supportive you are. No matter how tough the situation is, you’ve always defended me and stayed by my side. But most importantly, I would love it if you would continue to stay by my side.”
  • You watch as he gets down on one knee, a shy smile on his face as he pulls out the ring
  • “How about it, MC? Will you marry me and stay by my side for the rest of our lives?”


  • Cool and calculated on the outside, a Hot Mess™ on the inside
  • She does a really good job at keeping the proposal a secret from you but as they day looms closer, she becomes a nervous wreck
  • She starts messing up customer’s orders, drops a plate or two, ya know
  • You’re worried about her but when you ask about it, she quickly brushes it off
  • This isn’t normally like her so you know it’s something bad
  • At the end of the work day, you suggest that she relax a little bit before you two start closing
  • She agrees but goes to the back of the kitchen to get some food for you two
  • When she brings out a slice of cake for you to share, you ask her what’s wrong
  • She fidgets with her sleeve as her eyes fixate on the cake that you’re in the middle of eating, avoiding to look you in the eyes
  • “There’s nothing wrong, I promise. It’s just… I really love you, MC. More than you know. You’ve helped realize that I need to follow my own dreams and take more risks instead of taking it safe.” She looks around the shop. “I mean, you helped me open up my own coffee shop! But one thing you helped me most on is love. Because of you, I took a chance and fell in love. With you. You not only helped me achieve my dream of owning my own cafe but also my dream of finding someone who could love me.”
  • You watch as she looks back down at the cake you’ve forgotten about
  • As you look down, you can see a shining diamond hidden in the pastry
  • “Can you help me achieve one more dream and marry me?”


  • pretend the good ending of his route doesn’t exist lol
  • This man wanted the best and only the best for you
  • But he knew you preferred the simpler things in life
  • so he decided to cancel the raining rose petals and doves lol
  • Instead, he decided to take you out to your favorite restaurant for dinner
  • But obviously he made sure you had the entire restaurant to yourselves
  • He’s a little nervous but not so much because come on
  • He wouldn’t propose unless he knew for a fact that you would say yes
  • So dinner goes by without a problem and you two are just enjoying the quiet company of each other
  • But when the waiters bring out dessert, he gets a little fidgety
  • When you ask him if he’s okay, he takes a deep breath and starts the speech he prepared ahead of time
  • “I want you to know how grateful I am that you are in my life. You are so patient and understanding with me. I was so… isolated before I met you. But you’ve taught me to accept my own emotions and learn to love. I love you, MC, with all my heart.”
  • Jumin moves to stand up and kneel down next to you, pulling out a velvet box and revealing the ring inside
  • “All I want to do is to make you happy. You deserve the best life possible and I’ll do anything to ensure that. But will you give me the best life by becoming my wife?”


  • this is gonna be chandler and monica style from friends get ready
  • It’s been a while since the whole Mint Eye thing and Seven had been thinking of proposing to you
  • But he’s Seven so he’s really scared that you won’t say yes since he believes he still isn’t good enough for you
  • You knew that he wanted to marry you and why he was so hesitant so you decided to break tradition
  • When Seven came home from running errands, he found you in the living room surrounded by candles and looking really nervous
  • He sat down next to you on the couch and noticed you were tearing up
  • Seven goes into PANIC MODE
  • He starts to ask questions and see if you’re hurt or if he did something or what but you shut him up
  • “I want you to know how much I love you. I know you’re afraid of this whole “love and relationship” thing but I want you to know that I love you more than anything else. To prove to you that I will never leave you…”
  • You start pulling out the ring you bought for him but at this point you’re full on sobbing and shaking you can’t speak 
  • This boi is tearing up but he gets the idea and helps you out a bit
  • “I knew I wanted to marry you since you stuck by my side even after going to the Mint Eye. You’ve made me become a better man in more ways than I can count. I’m sorry it took me so long and made you wait, but I love you, too.”
  • He looks you in the eyes as you both take a deep breath before saying at the same time:
  • “Will you marry me?”


  • V wanted to be creative with his proposal but nothing too extravagant
  • So he decided to make it a little sentimental instead by using his photography skills in the process
  • You were out with some friends so he asked Jumin for some help with the set up to which he gladly agreed
  • When you got home, you found a photo taped to the front of the door of you and all the other RFA members
  • Below it was a note saying “The first party and first time we met.”
  • You smiled as you took the photo down and saw more taped along the hallway
  • Each had notes underneath life “Our first date.” or “Taken after we said our first ‘I love you’s’” or “First time I ever saw you.” or “The day you moved in.” 
  • The photos led to the backyard and when you went outside, you saw V standing in the middle with a big smile on his face and you walk over to him
  • Before you can ask him what all the fuss was about, he kneels and begins speaking
  • “You are truly a blessing in life. In my life. You are so patient and kind and understanding and generous without asking for anything in return. I wanted to show you how much I love you and somehow give back for all the kindness you’ve given me. All the photos you have are from moments I hold close to my heart. I hope that we have more photos to take in the future.”
  • You watch him pull out the ring as you hear a snap and see Seven off to the side with a camera
  • “MC, will you marry me and make more memories with me?”


  • You had been together for years and it was a slow and steady relationship 
  • Sure you wanted to marry him but you didn’t mind waiting and giving him time considering everything that he’s been through
  • He wants you to be by his side since you’re the only one that really understands him
  • You’re both cuddling on the couch and watching a movie like any other day
  • It was your turn to pick the movie so you choose this romance movie Jaehee recommended
  • it’s not a zen movie *gasp*
  • At some point, the two main characters get married and you don’t think much of it
  • Saeran, however, has got that scene stuck in his mind
  • Once the movie ends, he asks you if you liked it
  • When you say yes, he just nods quietly and bites his lip
  • You know that’s a nervous tick of his but you don’t want to press him if he doesn’t want to share
  • You’re about to get up to get food when you hear him mutter something
  • It was so quiet so you ask him to repeat it
  • “Let’s get married.”
  • He’s looking at you straight in the eye and you know that he’s completely serious about this
  • You can’t help the grin on your face as you give him a kiss
  • “Okay. Let’s get married.”
So Much More (Smut)


Request: hey, this a stretch but i love your stories!!! Could you write something where you and shawn are FWB but one night you guys have sex but it turns more emotional and fluffy? idk 😭

Word count: 3,118

So Much More (Smut)  

“Shawn Mendes with hit song Treat You Better” James Corden said, after Shawn had finished singing.

The camera pointed at Shawn once again and he smiled widely while hearing the audience applause him. I still found it rather strange watching Shawn on TV, like somehow, I still didn’t get just how famous he’d become. He was still that little Pickering boy to me and to be honest, he would probably always be.

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Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

Summary: Reader has some cravings… Bucky is a having a bit of a challenging time getting what she wants to her.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Excitement over food that isn’t what you originally hoped for (- for real though, nothing!)

A/N: Ahh, so my queue ran out of stuff and I’ve been freaking over finding shit to post and just ahh. Shoutout to my main bitch for originally giving me the idea of this @yall-mother-fuckers-need-misha


Word Count: 1047

“Bucky…” I cried into the silent apartment.

Awaiting a response, a thought popped into my head; did he buy cookies?

I crowed urgently once more, “Bucky!”

Bucky trotted into the room, his demeanor casual, “What?”

I pouted, drawling dramatically, “I have a very important question.”

He nodded, attempting to keep the smile off his face, “I have an equally important answer.”

“Did you buy cookies?”

His face contorted, unaware of the level of seriousness in my question. “What?”

I sighed, my tone impatient, “Did you. Buy. The cookies.”

He chuckled, “No… Why?”

I groaned loudly, burrowing my head into the pillow, “No? Why not…?”

Bucky sighed gently, “Because I didn’t think you needed cookies.”

I huffed, lifting up my head to glare at him, “Didn’t need cookies? That’s insane. I will never not need cookies.”

Rolling his eyes slightly, he shrugged, “We have those girl scout cookies-”

“That you finished off last night? Mmm. So delicious.”

“Doll, I don’t know what you want me to do. Go eat some fruit or something. We’ll pick up some cookies another time.”

I pouted, sitting up, “Do we have strawberries?”

Bucky frowned slightly as he thought, probably mentally going through the stuff that he bought earlier and what we already had. “I don’t think so… but we have-”

I groaned loudly again, “And now we don’t even have strawberries? What is this? Do we not live in America? Can we not buy what we please anymore?”
He rolled his eyes, “We can buy what we want, but I just didn’t think you would want them. You usually don’t want them.”

I pouted, giving him the puppy face, “But…  Buck… Bucky… I really want strawberries…”

“I thought you wanted cookies?”

I whined, “I thought you loved me! I want cookies and strawberries. I thought we had something.”

Bucky sighed, “Fine. I guess I’ll go get some… But you better love me loads.”

I grinned, getting up and running into Bucky’s arms,  as I wrapped my own arms around his neck. “I promise I will.”

He puffed, a slight pout present on his face, “You better. Now come on. The sooner I leave, the faster you get your stuff.”

I sighed, pulling away, “Well, go on then. I’ll be waiting.”

With a groan, Bucky grabbed his coat and keys and then headed out the door.

I smiled to myself as I walked into the living room and put on Stranger Things.

I made it through a good episode and half before I heard the front door open, and Bucky walked in.

I jumped up from the couch in excitement and ran over to Bucky, “Did you get it?!”

He sighed and gave me an exasperated look before setting down the bags. He pulled out a box of Ritz crackers and a container of blueberries with a proud smirk on his face.

“Now does this prove I love you?”

I frowned, not sure if he was being serious or not, “Bucky…”

He sighed, nodding, “I know, I know. It took me a while, I’m sorry. I couldn’t find the stupid blueberries. Either the grocery stores around here were closed or sold out of these. Can you believe that some didn’t even carry them?”

“Bucky… sweetie… you bought the wrong stuff.”

He paused, widening his eyes, “What do you mean I bought the wrong stuff?”

I sighed, shrugging, “I mean, you bought the wrong stuff. Are you-”

He groaned and picked his keys back up before turning for the door, “I’ll be back. I get the right stuff this time.”

I chuckled softly, calling after him, “It’s strawberries and cookies! Chocolate chip cookies, okay?”

Walking back over to the couch, I curled up under a blanket and unpaused the tv.

This time, only one episode had finished when he was walking through the door again with different bags.

Without getting up, I peered at him from my spot on the couch.

Bucky came over to me and handed me a container of strawberries and a box of triple chocolate cookies.

I pouted and handed Bucky the cookies back, “Love, these are wrong… but you got the strawberries right. Yay?”

Bucky sighed, frowning down at me, “Doll, I’m sorry. I’m horrible at these things.”

I shrugged and gave him a small smile, “It’s okay, I mean, you’re really not that bad… Besides, you don’t have to go back out.”

“No. I promised you cookies so cookies you will get.”

I sighed as Bucky marched back out the door.

Setting the strawberries down onto the table, I snuggled into the blanket.

I soon found myself struggling to stay awake as my eyelids grew heavy and tired.


Bucky’s POV:

Sighing, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. This was the third time that I had run out to get something for Y/N.

Normally, I wouldn’t go out in the middle of the night just to buy her some cookies.

But this was different. I figured I should do something nice for her.

Give her something that’ll help take her mind off of… well… everything. When I walked inside, i immediately noticed Y/N’s sleeping form on the couch.

I smiled to myself, quietly setting the cookies down on the counter.

She hasn’t slept this soundly in a while. She’d normally be kept up by her nerves or just her insomnia. To see her this way was a relief, to say the least.

Being as quiet as I could, I walked into the bedroom to get changed into some pj’s, before I headed back to the living room.

Turning off the tv, I slowly sat down on the other side of her - careful not to move too much as to not wake her.

I knew that if she woke up in the middle of the night out here alone, she would go into a panic attack from just wondering where I was.

Pulling me from my thoughts I heard her shuffle around quietly until her head was in my lap and mutter, in her hazy state, “I love you… even though you don’t always buy the right cookies.”

I chuckled softly and ran my fingers through her hair, playing with it carefully.

I smiled down at her now sleeping face and whispered, “I love you too, doll.“

2 | Save Me

word count: 3,405 
i’m sorry

warnings: violence, gore probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, dead bodies etc

Originally posted by annabartollo

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“You’d better take her back to headquarters, Namjoon will want to know why she’s still alive." 

"You can stop pretending to be asleep now.” Jungkook whispered as he started the car engine, “Taehyung can’t see us through the blackout windows.” His comment was everything but comforting, you were awkwardly sprawled across the back seat of a car without blacked out windows, about to be taken to some kind of headquarters where you would no doubt be killed. 

“Who are you? What do you want with me? Are you going to kill me?” Your voice wobbled as you sat up in the car so you could watch the city lights zoom past you, the memory of Jungkook killing a man still playing in your mind, 

“If I wanted you dead I would have killed you by now.” His voice was stern and flat, emotionless. 

“You murd-" 

"I’ll explain everything in time. Which way is your apartment?" 

"I’m not telling you where I live! Are you crazy?! You just shot a guy in the face! I- I thought we were going to-" 

"Don’t underestimate me and just tell me what I want to know. How do I get to your apartment?" 


"I could always pull the car over and break your fingers until one of them points me in the right direction." 

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Stealing into the Void (Cop!Peter Maximoff x Reader)

Therapists & other doctors of the mind say shoplifting is a way to fill that empty hole inside. Something about the adrenaline involved with stealing said things & the momentary glimpse of completeness that comes with pilfering something is incredibly enticing to some people. Everyone has their own inner void, waiting to be filled, but kleptomaniacs are the ones who try to fill the emptiness by stealing things.

Maybe, at first, you were trying to fill the void when you began shoplifting, but now, it wasn’t just for momentary fun or psychological completeness: it was how you survived. Times were tough nowadays & when they became too much, you had no choice but to shoplift every now & then to get by. Sometimes it was just clothes, other times, it was high-end electronics. You stole whatever you could, but never more than you needed to. You had long stopped stealing for the Hell of it & insisted to yourself that this time, it was different because you were stealing to survive, but you couldn’t stop that nagging feeling inside that made you wonder if you got yourself into these situations on purpose, just so you could steal again.

“What the Hell were you thinking? To come in here & steal from me,” you rolled your eyes at the clerk, who had tied your hands so you wouldn’t try to escape while he waited for the police. You had tried to rob his store out of old habits. Your current situation was better than usual, having paid your rent & having a decent amount of food at home, but once you saw that lovely bottle of your favorite wine, your blood started pumping faster & your skin itched with desire & you couldn’t help yourself.

You had never been caught before & in all honesty, you were quite nervous about having to go to jail for this. Your perfect track record with the law would be tainted now, ruining the only good thing you had going for yourself.

As Officer Maximoff pulled into the parking lot of the convenience store, he couldn’t help but reminisce about his past with the force. Before he became a hot-shot cop for the FBI, he was required to train for the position by becoming a policeman for the city. He excelled so much so that he was promoted almost immediately & became an officer for the FBI. He worked closely with FBI agents to bring down some of the most wanted criminals, most of which were some of the most dangerous people known to man. He had an incredibly accomplished record under his belt, having arrested many notorious criminals & being extremely involved in his community. He was a police icon, & it brought him so much joy & validation, but it couldn’t fill the void he had inside him, the same void he used to try to fill with shoplifting.

He adjusted his hat & belt as he stepped out of his squad car, walking into the convenience store. He spotted you instantly & was taken aback by how incredibly beautiful you were & the dimness of your eyes. He knew that lack-luster look all too well & memories of his past came flooding back to him as the store owner blabbered on about the situation. In all honesty, Peter wasn’t really listening because he was focusing all his attention on you.

You tried not to make your staring obvious, but it was incredibly difficult. This gorgeous cop was here to stuff you in the back of his police car & take you to prison, but you didn’t mind at all. He looked oddly familiar to you, but you couldn’t place where you had seen him before.

“A bottle of wine?” Officer Maximoff raised an eyebrow, “I’m sorry, you want me to arrest her for stealing cheap alcohol?”

“Absolutely! She’s a thief!” He looked over at you, your head held down as you uncomfortably stared at your tied hands in your lap, wondering if you’d ever even stolen anything before tonight. Even if you had, he knew that you were no true “threat to society”, but he didn’t want to see the pissed off store owner become even more enraged if he told him you weren’t going to be arrested.

“Right…well, I guess it’s off to the slammer now, but please untie her, that was entirely unnecessary,” the store owner grinned, clearly pleased with the news that you were going to jail & untied you. Your heart raced in your chest as you looked up at the officer with fear in your eyes. His face immediately softened at your frightened look & mouthed “don’t worry” as gently grabbed your shoulder, leading you to his car. He put you in the backseat so the store owner wouldn’t be suspicious & got into his car before driving out of the parking lot.

The car ride was silent for a while before Officer Maximoff spoke up, “Where do you live?”

You looked into the rearview mirror & at him, “What?”

He met your gaze in the mirror, “Where’s your home? I’m giving you a lift.”

You held in a breath, biting your lip, which inadvertently made him blush, “You’re not taking me to jail?”

He laughed softly & his laugh was beautiful, chiming like bells, “For stealing a $10 bottle of wine? No way,” he grinned cheekily, “Besides, you’re too pretty to be in prison.”

You smirked, “Well, you’re too pretty to work in one,” that shut him up real quick & caused his cheeks to turn aflame.

“Right, so, um, your address?” he asked shyly, his faux dominant demeanour slowly crumbling underneath your stare.

You gave him your address & sat back in your seat, relaxing at the prospect of not having to do any time.

It was quiet for a while once more, but again, Peter broke it, “Do you always steal shitty wine from convenience stores?”

You snorted, “Nah, old habits just die hard.”

“Old habits?”

“Yeah, I used to shoplift a lot when I was younger & up until a few months ago, I was shoplifting to survive,” Peter nearly halted the car at your admission, not because you just confessed to being a multiple offender, but because of the similarity of your past with his own.

“Why did you start?”

You shrugged, “I don’t really know. One of my relatives is a Psychologist & they said I was probably a klepto & I was filling some inner void within,” his soft brown eyes looked at you through the mirror, but you were looking out the window.

“Do you believe that?”

You shrugged, “All I know is that when I steal, it takes my mind off things & I don’t have to worry about not having anything to eat or rent money.”

Peter had grown up in a good household in which his single mother worked her ass off to provide for him & his younger sister, so he never needed to steal to survive; however, he was a diagnosed kleptomaniac & stole a lot as a teenager & young adult. He stole everything from Twinkies to old arcade games & had never been caught, until the day he stole his 25th TV. He had been careless, too cocky, & left behind his house key, which was how the cops found him. Instead of being immediately cuffed & sent to prison, he was propositioned by the police with an ultimatum: be sent to prison for a long time for all the things he stole, or become a cop himself. With his super speed, they knew he would be of great help to the force. If he was fast enough & good enough to break out Magneto from a highly secured cell in the Pentagon, then he was going to make an excellent cop. And they were right.

Although he couldn’t completely relate to your past, he could absolutely relate to your kleptomania & more importantly, filling his inner void. Growing up without his father had a major psychological effect on him. The rejection he felt over the issue created a gaping hole inside him that he filled by stealing. He got into a trouble a lot, disappointing his mother & only further driving his need to be validated & accepted somewhere. It wasn’t until he became a police officer did he truly feel validated & accomplished & the void within him was beginning to fill. His mother was so proud of him & that made him proud of himself, too.

Even with all the glory & reward his jon brought him, he still felt a void inside his chest, a void that he knew could only be filled romantically. He had never been in a serious relationship before. Sure, he had a few flings here & there, but he had never actually dated someone before. He was getting older, nearly thirty now, & he desperately wanted to come home to a lovely wife & a few kids instead of the lonely, quiet home he comes to now.

He pulled upto your apartment complex, parking in the lot before turning off the car, “It’s late, I’ll walk you to your apartment to make sure you get there safely,” you didn’t bother arguing with the cute cop, so you nodded & got out once he opened your door for you.

He walked you upto your apartment, both of you staying silent along the way. When you reached your door, you turned to him & smiled, “Well, this is me. Thanks for not arresting me & taking me home.”

His cheeks flushed brightly at your kindness, which he tried to hide behind his dimples & smile, “Of course, just make sure I don’t catch you stealing again, or else I’ll have to take you in.”

You saluted him, “You got it, Sir,” he laughed cutely at the gesture & you grinned at him.

“Good night,” he said, turning to leave. Once your eyes caught wind of his perky backside, you knew you couldn’t let him get away.

“Wait!” he turned in surprise when you called him, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. You smiled at him, “Can I get your number? I’d love to take you out for some coffee or something, as a proper thank you.”

His eyebrows nearly shot off his face at your request & his cheeks flushed darkly once more. He stared at you incredulously. Was this gorgeous creature really asking him out? On a date?

“My, uh yeah sure let me just, uh give you my card…” he sheepishly dug into his pocket & produced a card with his credentials & number displayed on it.

You looked over & grinned, “Awesome! I’ll give you a call sometime,” you leaned up on your toes to press a soft kiss to his cheek, grinning cheekily when you pulled away, “See you around, Officer Maximoff,” & with that you opened your door & stepped inside, leaving a very flustered & very cute cop on your doorstep.

Peter’s knees felt weak from your kiss & his pants tightened when you called him by his official title & he knew he would have to take care of that all night. He lingered at your door for a few more minutes before his legs finally moved & got back to his car.

You stared at his card, racking your brain as to why he was so familiar. It wasn’t until you recalled the similar card in your wallet that you finally remembered:

You had nearly slept with him once before.

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Dance For You

Braun Strowman/OC: You and Braun go out after a tough day at work. You get just a little too drunk and can’t stop yourself from dancing for Braun. Smut.


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ryan doesn’t do painkillers. he just doesn’t.

he likes to be wholly in control of his brain, and all facilities that come with it. painkillers tend to leave one loopy or tired. and not only does he really, really hate that feeling, but he simply can’t afford it.

under painkillers, his reflexes are lowered, his inhibitions dropped. he’ll grab someone’s arm hard enough to bruise if they try to pull his mask off, regardless of his mental state, but if he’s dosed up, it’s much more difficult to keep someone from doing whatever they want. if someone really, really wants to take the mask off of him while he’s flying high on morphine, he won’t be able to stop them. and that’s dangerous enough as it is, with his identity as his most prized possession after so many years.

but then there’s the talking.

under the mask, ryan haywood is a nice guy. he’s personable. hell, you can even call him chatty. so when he’s spaced out on painkillers, his tongue gets away with him. he doesn’t pay attention to what he’s saying, what he’s doing. he’ll mumble away about anything and everything that comes to mind, regardless of how personal it is.

that’s how the crew found out his name. a slurred word in a narcotic haze.

( to their credit, no one but gavin called him that afterwards, carefully sticking to vagabond after jack warned everyone that he might not take kindly to them suddenly knowing who he was. this continued until he’d finally looked up one day, exasperated, and said ‘i know you assholes know my name, just fuckin’ say it.’ to which michael had belted an off-key rendition of ‘say my name’, one that geoff and gavin had joined with greater enthusiasm than knowledge of the lyrics. )

they remind him that he’s not superhuman. they remind him that ray numbs the pain with weed, that geoff numbs the pain with booze. they remind him that he can just shut himself in his room and no one will bother him.

( they will. they care. )

he reminds them of gavin falling asleep on guard duty.

( ‘it’s like that, but gavin being high as fuck and also me.’ )

he reminds himself of how it felt to fail in the past. how it felt to not be able to pull the trigger on time. he reminds himself that it could happen again, more easily if he were high on painkillers.

( bruised ribs, he reminds himself, are bullshit if you think about any of his crew dead because you were too sleepy to act fast enough. )

so he just takes two aspirin and never calls in the morning.

Love Affair Part 1

Summary: Your married to Danny (Luke Evans) for a few years now. You guys started out strong, but over time the marriage slowing starts to fall a part. One night you decided to take off and enjoy yourself at a local lounge. There, you meet a man name Negan (JDM). He gives you all the attention of been needing and over time, you two begin to become close. How would things play out for the two of you? How would Danny take it once he finds out? 

Requested By: @mikki-hear

Warning: Cussing

Love Affair Part 1

Chapter 1

For the past couple of hours, I’ve sitting in a beautiful elegant restaurant. I’m in my favorite black lace dress and matching wedges. My hair done, nails done, and make up perfect. I should be having the time of my life, but, I wasn’t. 

Because yet again, I find myself completely alone. Danny, my husband, once again forgot another anniversary. Just like he forgot holidays and birthdays, he just forgot them all. I tried calling, but I never got an answer back. I just got the check and headed on home.

When I got there, Danny wasn’t even home. Guess he was working late, again. I headed upstairs and got ready for bed, then went to sleep. I was only sleep for a couple of hours when I heard a noise from the hallway. I got up to check it out, it was Danny, drunk.

“There’s my girl.” Danny said, smiling as he stumbling into the bedroom. “How was your night?” 

“It was fine.” I said, crossing my arms as he kicked his shoes off. “Where have you been?”

“With the boys.” Danny said, falling back on the bed. “We were watching the game and had drinks. My team won by the way.”

“That’s good.” I said, as he turned on the TV. “Glad you had fun.”

“Everything okay babe?” Danny said, putting his hands behind his head and looking over at me. “You look upset.”

“Yeah. I’m fine.” I said, nodding my head. “Actually… I’m not.”

“What’s wrong? Broke a nail or something?” Danny said smirking.

“You forgot again.” I said and he rise an eyebrow. “Our Anniversary. Our five year anniversary.” 

“Fuck.” Danny said, closing his eyes and rubbing his face. “Babe.” He looked over at me as he sat up. “I’m sorry. I had a long day at work and I just wanted to take my mind off of things. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I’ll take you to dinner tomorrow night if you want. We can go to that sushi place that opened up.”

“It’s alright.” I said, shaking my head. God, I hate sushi, you should know that. “I think I’m going to go back to bed.” I crawl back to bed and laying on my side, looking away from him. “You should to, you got work in the morning.” 

“How about we don’t go to sleep and I…” Danny said, putting his arm around me as he start kissing my neck. “Can start making it up to you right now.”

“Please Danny.” I said, looking up at him as he looked down at me. “I’m not feeling well. I just want to sleep, please.”

He let out a sigh and nodded his head. I wrapped the blankets around me tight, trying not to cry. Danny always made promises that he’ll make it up to me, but he never does. He things sex is a cure all, when what would really cure it, is him just being there for me.

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The next morning, Danny said for me to be ready by seven so he could take me to dinner. I got ready and sat there on the couch, waiting for him. I kept looking at the clock, watching time go by. I let out a sigh, when I saw it was nine a clock.

 I did my usual routine when he didn’t show up. I went upstairs, got ready for bed and went to sleep, alone. And like his usual routine he comes in, making noise and smelling of beer. He would give me another excuse and another promise to make it up to me.

I really thought he was going to make it up to me the following week, my birthday. He had bought us tickets to the phantom of the opera, a play I’ve been dying to see. I got dress and waited for him to get home, so we could head out. 

Yet again, I was sitting there waiting and waiting. I shook my head when I saw he was already over an hour late. I started heading upstairs to get ready for bed. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing myself all doll up and going no where.

“You know what?” I said, talking to myself in the mirror. “It’s your birthday and you deserve to go out.” 

I headed downstairs and called a taxi. I decided to visit a lounge that had just opened a couple of months ago. It was nice, wasn’t too nosy at all. I took a seat at the bar and order a drink. I just sat there, string it around as I looked at the happy couples.

“I should have just stayed home.” I said, in a low voice.

“Why you fucken say that?” I looked over at a man sitting next to me as he looked over at me. “So, why do you fucken say that doll face?”

“No reason.” I said, looking back at my drink.

“So it fucken has nothing to do with the couples sucking each others faces?” He said. I looked over at him as he chugged his drink and slammed it down. “Cause that’s why I was fucken thinking I should have stayed home.”

“Yeah.” I said and he looked over back at me. “That’s why I said that.” I went back to my drink. “This sucks.”

“Fucken tell me about it.” He said, waving at the bartender to pour him another drink. “I”m Negan by the way.” He offer me his hand. “What’s your name doll?”

“(Y/N)” I said, shaking his hand.

“Well nice to fucken meet you doll.” Negan said, smiling as he kiss my hand. Then he saw my wedding ring. “My fucken bad.” He let go of my ring. “I didn’t know you were taken.”

“It’s okay.” I said, string my drink. 

“So why are you fucken here alone? Where is your husband at?” Negan said, drinking his whiskey.

“I don’t know.” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “He’s probably at the spots bar with his friends. We were suppose to go to the opera today for my birthday but, he never showed up.” I took a drink. “He never shows up.”

“Wait.” Negan said as we both looked at each other. “It’s your fucken birthday and your husband isn’t with you?” I nodded my head. “Take it hes going to say “He forgot”?” Using his fingers to do quotes. “What a douche.”

“Yeah.” I said, taking another drink. “He always forgets. Like our anniversaries, valentine’s day, dinners I had plan. Pretty much everything.”

“You know what? We need to get you a fucken cake.” Negan said, grabbing a menu and flipping to the dessert page “Which one do you want doll? Pick one out and I’ll fucken pay for it. I’ll pay for your drinks too.”

“Oh no Negan.” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t want you to pay for me.”

“Too fucken bad.” Negan said smiling at me. “It’s your birthday after all. Now” He pointed at the cake slices. “Which one do you fucken want?”

“Alright.” I said smiling as I looked at the cakes. “How about this one?” I pointed at a cookies and cream cake. “We can share it.”

“That’ just happen to be my fucken favorite.” Negan said, smiling at me.

We sat there, drinking and eating together. We talked for hours, laughing like we didn’t have a care in the world. Laughing, god I haven’t done that in months. I almost forgot what it was like to laugh, what it was like to be, happy. 

Negan was so carefree and open, you could tell that by his cussing. It was over the top, but I liked it, it was, colorful. He told me about how him and his ex had broken up a couple of months ago, he was taking it a bit hard. He wanted to more and she wanted less, so he choice to walk away from it.

 He said he hadn’t been out the whole time til tonight and he was glad he did. I had to admit, I was glad we both decided to go out tonight. I needed this, I needed someone to talk to. Someone that made me feel like I was someone again and not a nobody.

It was almost midnight when we decided to head out. Negan called a taxi for us and made sure I got home. Lucky me, Danny still wasn’t home, but for once, I didn’t care. 

“So doll, this is were I fucken leave you.” Negan said, walking up to my door.

“Yeah.” I said, smiling. “Thank you Negan. I had fun tonight.”

“No fucken problem birthday girl.” Negan said, stepping closer to me. “Here’s a fucken birthday kiss for you.” He lean down and kiss my cheek. “Happy birthday (y/n).”

“Thank you Negan.” I said, blushing a bit. “So goodnight.”

“Yeah.” Negan said, looking down as he smile. He was blushing a bit too. “Goodnight doll face.” He looked up as he started walking backwards to the taxi. “So I’ll call you tomorrow and we can catch that fucken movie we were talking about. If that’s still alright with you doll?”

“Yeah that’s alright.” I said, smiling as I open my door. “But friends.”

“A course.” Negan said, smiling. “Just fucken friends.” He open the taxi door. “Goodnight doll.”

“Goodnight Negan.” I said, going inside and closing the door. I lean up against the door and let out a happy sigh. “I hope you do call tomorrow.”

And Negan did just that. Anytime we had plans, Negan always showed up. When he was running late, he always gave me the ends up about it. God, he was so much different than Danny was. 

We were hanging out almost every day, if we weren’t hanging out we were on the phone. We were going to the movies, lunches, over to his place to watch TV, and we event went shopping together.  

It was like that for weeks and I couldn’t be happier. Even with Danny forgetting our plans or coming home smelling like booze, it didn’t bug me. Hell, the man didn’t even notice when I came home after he did or didn’t come back home till the next day. 

But like I said, it didn’t bug me, it didn’t bug me one bit. All  because I had Negan, someone that was always there. I was happy and I was grateful for that, grateful for Negan. What else could make me more happier? My question was soon answer, when me and Negan went to a local diner one day. That day, everything change for us. But would it be for the better? 

Love Affair Part 2

Note: This was suppose to be a one shot but it’s going to be too long lol. So most likely a three part one at the most. (Gifs props to maker/some mine)

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Here’s the second and last part of the summary of Your Name AU. Special thanks to the awesome @littleststarfighter who is a great enabler and who has reminded me of the existence of this AU… This is the first AU I’ve ever outlined the entire thing OMG… this is a sheer miracle… this has never happened before. Also lots of thanks to @willemdafoe who beta-read this mess. Apparently I do not know how to summarize things? 

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No Second Chances - Part Five (End)

Summary: You were still learning to be a hunter when you fell in love with your colleague Arthur Ketch. Your situation wasn’t easy in the first place, your feelings were just making it harder. Though nothing could have prepared you for what you were about to witness.

Words: 1584

Pairings: Arthur Ketch x Reader, slight Arthur Ketch x Mary

Warnings: Angst, Torture, Blood mention, Character Death, ANGST

A/N: So this is the last part of this series and I have to say, it got me emotional. I can tell you that I will be writing a little one shot I’d like to describe at “What could’ve happened if I didn’t decide to be an asshole” soon, so keep your eyes out for that! Thanks again to @bestieswithmydarkthoughts for talking through the ideas with me, to @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki for reading over every part and to @lokis-quinn who just gave me that little idea for the extra at the end of this. I hope you enjoy and won’t hate me too much.


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From Con to Con (Part Six)


Part Five

A/N: Oh look a new chapter! Yay! Hope you all enjoy this, my longest chapter yet! Love you guys and have a great Hump Day! 

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Warnings: reliving a bad memory, some fluff (about time!), lots of talk about Star Wars

Word Count: 5,737

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You tossed and turned all night; your thoughts coming up with new and exaggerated versions of what happened the night before with Jordan. It was crazy really to think that Jordan actually meant to harm you. He was just drunk and hadn’t meant to grab you so tightly. It was a mistake. No reason to fret. He’s not going to bother me anymore. 

Morning had come too quickly. You had caught a few hours of rest but definitely needed more. All you wanted to do was stay in bed and not face the day. Sometime in the middle of the night you decided that you did need to get a new apartment, somewhere Jordan couldn’t plague your mind or come knocking on your door anymore. Your current one had too many memories and you lived there for a few years so it would be nice to have a change in scenery. That was your plan for the day, to find a new place to live. So after you had finally rolled out of bed, you took a quick shower, trying to rid the headache you had and opened your computer to search for your new home. 

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You were sitting on the hood of Eric’s car, smoking with Dylan and him out of the school’s parking. Eric left some music playing with his windows down. It was like some weird tradition, since you all had a free block at the same time, to come to the parking lot and listen to music while ranting.

“Hey y/n. You barely ever rant. Tell us about your perrrrfect life”

Eric started laughing after saying this. Dylan joined in a bit. You wouldn’t say you had the “perfect life” school was absolute hell and once in a while so is home.

“You know Eric, jealous is a terrible color on you”

You stuck out your hand as Dylan highfived you for the comeback. Eric rolled his eyes and let you slap his hand. That’s also something you three did from time to time. If you couldn’t think of an insult to say back, the “victor” would slap your hand. Eric is pretty much king at this little game.

Dylan checked his watch and signaled us to follow.

“Back to school we go.”

“Awe don’t be sad Dyl. It only highschool. The best four years of our lives!”

You gave him an overly happy tone abd he just laughed. You walked on the side of Dylan and Eric was on the other side. You finally got into the school when you accidently bumped into a girl.

“Oops my bad. Sorry about that.”

You assumed everything was good and turned back to the two boys. You were about to take a step forward when you felt a hard yank on your hair. You quickly had wide eyes and turned back really slow to face the laughing girl and her two friends.

“Sorry did I pull your hair? Oops my bad.”

You smiled a sincere smile.

“Yea it is your bad. Don’t do it again.”

She gave you a snarky laugh and rolled her eyes.

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll rip that simple minded head off your soon to be mangled body.”

“Ooooo, the school’s freakshow is about to give us a free show.”

She started laughing again and looked back at her clearly uncomfortable friends. You felt Dylan and around your wrist to pull you back but you just ripped it away from him.

“You talk alot of shit. Must be why your breath stinks pretty bad. Either shut the hell up and grow up or do something”

You felt a hard sting on your cheek. The girl actually slapped you. You never really fought in school. Usually kept your cool. A few comebacks here and there. Been pushed a bit. But this girl really tried it.

She started smiling and you did the same, before you slapped her even harder and pushed her against the wall. Your arm was against her chest. You saw small tears well up in her eyes and let out a deep sigh.

“Fuck pathetic.”

You pushed into her alittle bit and pushed her down. She slowly got up and wouldn’t look at you. Her friends grabbed her and heard them call you a bitch and psycho but this time you just let them.

You turned around to see the two boys. Dylan’s mouth was slightly open and had red all over his cheeks before turning away and scratched his neck. Eric just stared at you. You noticed a little bulge which made you a bit intimidated and blushly. Eric finally said something after a few moments of silence and you’re not even sure if he realized just what he said.

“..you’re hot”

The One With A Realization

Pairing: Jace Wayland x Reader

Summary: With the discovery that Clary isn’t really his sister, Jace plans to tell her after breaking up with you, but realizes his feelings for you are a little more complicated than he thought.

A/N: riverdale imagines soon!!!

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“So, Clary isn’t your sister?” Alec asks. Jace stands at the top of the stairs, shaking his head contemplatively.

“What are you going to do?”

“Tell her,” Jace sighs.

It’s only when the top stair creaks that they both realize you’d been listening.

“Y/N, wait,” Jace says as you pass him on the stairs as you walk down. He spins you around by your arm, “Would you let me explain?”

“Explain what?” you scoff, “You want to tell Clary she isn’t really your sister and then what? What do you expect to happen?”

“I – I just-“

“I know, Jace,” you swallow hard, “I know you love her. And I love you so much, but I’m tired of being your consolation prize.”

Jace shakes his head, “You’re not a consolation prize,” he says firmly, resting his hands on your shoulders, “But I need to do this y/n,” he says, his eyes staring intently into yours.

“Do what you want,” you inhale sharply, “We’re over.”

“Come on, y/n,” Alec says, standing in your way.

“I am so tired of you throwing you happiness away,” you say, looking over your shoulder at Jace, “Every time you get close to having a happy ending, it’s ripped away or worse, you throw it away yourself trying to protect everyone but yourself. And I am tired of watching you being hurt and broken and not being able to help despite loving you with my whole heart, Jace. So if you think that telling Clary will give you your happy ending, if you think it’s what you want, then I’m not going to stop you. But I’m sure as hell not going to be waiting here for you when you get back, in case it doesn’t work out.”

You turn to Alec with narrowed eyes and he moves aside, watching you with sympathetic eyes as you disappear down the hallway.

Alec looks as Jace expectantly but he just slumps against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut. You were right; about everything. You’d been there for him through everything, you’d picked up the broken pieces of his heart and put them back together, so well he almost forgot all the pain he’d been through to begin with. You were his best friend, you meant everything to him, he just wasn’t sure he could ever love you the way he loves Clary – that all-consuming love. And it wasn’t fair to either of you to be together.

“Just let her go,” he sighs, “She’s right.”

“So, you’re going to tell Clary?” Alec asks him with a lopsided frown.

“Yeah,” Jace nods, “I am.”

“You’re not planning to jump off there, are you?” Alec asks, walking into Magnus’ apartment to find you on the balcony.

“No, I was just getting some fresh air. Magnus invited me over to celebrate tonight’s win… against Valentine anyway.”

Alec’s eyes flicker to the TV where a Harry Potter movie was playing loudly.

“Really?” Alec scoffs.

“Magnus has been watching these movies with me since I was a kid,” you roll your eyes, “Don’t make fun of traditions you don’t understand,” you poke your tongue out at him.

“Well, if it makes you happy,” he smiles sympathetically, “I can’t say I’m not hurt that my boyfriend and my best friend are having a movie marathon without me.”

“No celebration is complete without you, Alexander,” Magnus says, joining the two of you, “I was simply waiting for the food to arrive to invite you over seeing that the Harry Potter movies wouldn’t have been much to bribe you with.”

“You don’t need to bribe me,” Alec says with a small smirk. You smile, walking back into the warmth of the living room.

“What happened to her?” Magnus asks Alec quietly.

“Her and Jace broke up,” Alec explain, looking defeated, “I don’t know what to do. She’s my best friend and Jace is my parabatai, I mean, I hate seeing them like this.”

“What happened?”

You clear your throat, “Shadowhunters have enhanced hearing, remember?” you call out. Magnus shoots you an apologetic look as they both join you on the couch.

“Are you going to tell me?” Magnus asks, hesitantly.

“I just want Jace to be happy,” you say with a forced smile, “Even if it can’t be with me.”

“You make him happy,” Alec reassures you.

You stay silent, tossing popcorn into your mouth and turning the volume on the TV up. You knew Alec was trying to make you feel better, but you didn’t want to talk about it. By the time you got back to the Institute everyone would know and everyone would feel sorry for you and for just one more night, you wanted to keep it together. You knew you’d be a hungover, crying, blubbering mess tomorrow.


You all turn to find Jace standing in the doorway, his fists clenched by his sides. He was nervous, scared, almost.

You stay seated, staring at the screen whilst Magnus and Alec’s eyes travel between the two of you as Jace crouches down beside you.

“I walked out, to tell Clary,” he says.

You pretend you can’t hear him. Your heart was beating in your ears. Had he really come to tell you how he confessed his undying love for her?

“But I saw her with Simon… and I didn’t tell her. I want to be with you.”

You scoff in disbelief, “How conceited are you to walk in here and tell me you want to be with me because you’re scared Clary is too happy with Simon to want to be with you.”

You stand up, furious. You had half a mind to throw him off the balcony.

His frown deepens, “N-no,” he shakes his head, taking your hands firmly in his and not letting go, “I - I want to be with you, not Clary. I saw them together, Clary with her best friend and she was happy – happier than she was with me. And things weren’t complicated at all. They were prefect, like they are with us. You’re my best friend, you’re my everything and for a long time I thought that being with you was too easy. I was too happy and it came at no cost to me at all and it was hard for me to accept it because I’m not used to being so – so – so lucky. I am so lucky to have you, y/n and I know I haven’t made you felt the same way, but I’m going to change that. Because I am sure. I am sure I want to be with you forever.”

You stare at him, with tears welling in your eyes.

He smiles slightly, “So?” he asks, his voice shaking. You stare at your hands in his, pulling one of them away and using your sleeve to wipe your eyes.

“I – I don’t know, Jace.”

His expression drops to one of disappointment, “I’ll do better, y/n,” he pleads, “I can’t lose you. I can’t lose the only good thing-“

“It’s not that,” you cut him off with a small smile, “Forever is just a really long time to be committed to someone,” you shrug, grinning at him, “And I don’t know if I can-“

“Oh, shut up,” he sighs, pulling you into his arms with a smirk.

Lost Series - Part Six

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Pairing : Jerome x Fem. Reader

Originally posted by kristieltrips

Originally posted by eyesofwolf94

Sitting on my bed, I stared at the box in front of me. For some reason, I couldn’t being myself to open it. Part of me felt a deep fear for what might be inside it. Another part of me thought it might not even have anything of importance inside. I knew I should just get over myself and open it. I lit a cigarette when my door opened. Jerome waltzed in and jumped onto my bed.

“You all good, sweet cheeks?” He spoke with a smile.

I rolled my eyes, “I still haven’t forgiven you for basically sending Dobbie to his deathbed. So leave before I rip your face off, pretty boy.” I spoke strongly, blowing the smoke in his face. He just smirked.

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Overprotective (Peter Maximoff x Reader)

A/N: I wanted to write something where (Y/N) is a new member of the X-Men but in every battle Peter is super protective, and always takes out the enemies in her path before she gets the chance. Also, in this (Y/N) has the power to control time of objects and spaces around her. 

Written with female pronouns, please don’t take offense it’s just the way I naturally write, I am open to writing with gender neutral pronouns or male pronouns, just let me know! Also, I am experimenting with different POV’s to find which one I like the most, so bear with me. I’m not very happy with this, and debated on not posting it, but someone convinced me too.  I’ll look back on it and cringe later on. 

Warnings: None?

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Your POV

You sat eagerly in your seat, idly playing with your thumbs. This wasn’t your first mission, but as you sat in anticipation you couldn’t help but notice the butterflies dancing in your stomach. Your mission was relatively easy, take out a growing group that was potentially targeting the school. Due to rejection from humans, this particular group of mutants didn’t like that the Professor’s school was doing fine, and as a result, you were forced to take action. 

The other X-Men sat all around you, Peter to your left, Scott to your right. You were used to fighting along side them against other opponents, but mutants would be a different story. As the jet lowered to the ground, you gripped the straps securing you to your seat, biting your lip. This must have been more noticeable than you thought, because Peter cast a worried glance at you.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Peter asked you simply.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” you said a little too quickly, you really were, despite your nerves.

Peter just shrugged, and went back to chewing his gum. Still occasionally looking at you worriedly. Great, you thought to yourself, now he’s concerned. You loosened your grip on your straps, the thought of Peter looking out for you easing your nerves. As the jet landed on the ground, Raven was the first to take action.

She stood up, undoing all of her straps with ease, “You all know the drill,” she said simply.

Which was true, you did know the drill, the objective was to eliminate the threat, and that meant destroying any weapons they planned to use against you. The team around you quickly got out of their seats and began filing out of the jet. You marched behind Peter, half worried he would leave you behind because he was so fast. As all of the X-Men stood outside the jet Raven and Hank stood towards the front of everyone. 

Next to you Peter shifted his weight back and fourth between his feet, and you couldn’t help but smile. You glanced around at your group to see that Kurt was playing with his rings, but looking at the two leaders in anticipation, Jean stood almost as still as a statue, and Scott was cracking his knuckles. 

“Alright, we’ve got an entrance to the left, right, back, and front. The plan is to split up and take them by surprise, avoid conflict if possible, and look for the weapons. Charles thinks they’re planning on using bombs, so keep your eyes peeled for those, and please, just don’t do anything stupid,” Hank said, his blue fur standing up on his skin. 

Mumbles of agreement erupted throughout the group, and Raven seemed to look through everyone. 

“Alright, Scott you’ll go with Jean and take the right, Peter you’ll take the back and go with-” She started.

“I call (Y/N),” Peter interrupted, and before you had time to really say anything, you were being swept up into his arms.

“Wha-” you began, but before you knew what was happening you were racing towards the back of the building. 

Within seconds Peter was placing you on your feet, and was about to walk through the back entrance.

“Peter wait,” you exclaimed, trying to take in what had just happened. 

He shot you a confused look, but stopped in his tracks none the less. 

“Can we slow it down, just a little bit?” you asked cautiously.

Peter smirked, “Sure doll.” 

“Thank you,” you muttered as you pulled two daggers out of your pockets. “I’m assuming they’re keeping the weapons closer to the middle of the building, they would be more protected there, so we just need to create a clear enough path for us to get there. Which means we need to work together.”

Peter grinned at you, “I love it when you take control.”

“You…what?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow as a shade of red spread across your face.

Peter’s never-ending smirk reappeared on his face, “Nothing. Since you wanted me to slow down, how about you go first?”

Peter stepped to the side of the entrance. Getting through the door wasn’t the hard part, the hard part came after. You twirled your daggers in your hands before shifting your weight onto your weaker leg, and kicking the entrance with your other. You probably could’ve found a window, or something stealthier, but you and Peter would be able to hold your own. As the door tumbled to the ground you felt several weapons immediately train onto your head, and without a second thought, you charged. 

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As (Y/N) kicked down the door I couldn’t help but feel my heart beat a little faster in my chest. Okay she was cute, really cute. I’ll admit it was different sitting back and taking things slow, but I didn’t really mind because it meant I got to watch (Y/N) do her thing. She charged at the oncoming foe nearest to her, and for a moment I just crossed my arms, watching. 

She swung her daggers at the man’s face, he blocked them with his gun, before throwing it to the ground as the men behind him fired off shots. It was then that I watched everything turn into slow motion, and getting those bullets away from (Y/N) and I had become my current concern. With a few quick maneuvers I watched them as they smacked the wall behind our heads, and (Y/N) threw her opponent to the ground. 

She looked at me with a bewildered expression, which I responded to with a wink, and continued about what I was doing. Before (Y/N) had time to blink, the three men that shot at us were on the ground and unconscious, only for three more enemies to appear in the not so wide hall we were fighting in. It looked like we almost had a straight shot to the center, we would just have to take out those in front of us. I cracked my knuckles.

Two of the three were big bulky men, who looked like they didn’t understand the concept of self hygiene, and the other was a girl with bright purple hair, who had here eyes trained on (Y/N). As I turned my attention to (Y/N) for a moment, a small smile grew across her lips, and she twirled her daggers in her hands like earlier. 

“Shall we?” I asked her, only partially wondering why the others hadn’t engaged yet. 

(Y/N) nodded, and I was waiting for her to make the first move, but the other side beat her to it. The man facing me flung his arms in our direction, and a gust of air smacked into our bodies at an alarming rate, the force knocking us both backwards. Before I actually hit the wall behind us, I ran up the wall to my right, jumping towards (Y/N) and grabbing her. I held her to my chest and brought her behind a heavy metal cargo box in the middle of the hallway, shielding both of us from the wind.  

(Y/N) looked at me a little dazed as I let go of her, muttering a thank you. 

“Anything for you,” I said, watching with sanctification as (Y/N) blushed yet again.

Just because we were on a mission, didn’t mean I couldn’t have a little bit of fun. (Y/N) quickly averted her gaze from me and stuck her head out form the box so that she could see, I followed suit. The three were walking towards us leisurely.

“Cocky much,” I muttered under my breath. 

“I call the girl in the middle,” (Y/N) said beside me, eyeing her viciously. 

I shifted my attention to the girl, and I just happened to be unlucky enough to see her stare at me and lick her lips. I scrunched my nose.

“She’s all yours,” I said, and as we got ready to attack, the girl in the middle shifted into a cheetah.

“What the?” (Y/N) questioned from beside me.

I shrugged, “Guess it’s time for a cat fight.”

(Y/N) giggled, and without another word, we charged at our enemies. I needed to take out the guy with the wind powers before he had us back to square one, so he was my first target. As I zoomed towards him I could feel the air around me begin to stir, which meant he was fast, but not fast enough. I quickly reached him, kicking his legs form underneath him and watching in sanctification as he fell to the ground. 

His hand reached out towards me and a burst of air shot in my direction, but only enough to make my hair look even better than it already did. I reached out and grabbed his wrist, twisting his arm behind his back and shoving him backwards. He let out a cry as he smacked the wall to our side, the once white and pristine surface now dented and streaky. 

I brushed off my hands, turning my attention to (Y/N), who was moving super fast, most likely manipulating her own time in order to keep up with cheetah-lady who was swatting at her. (Y/N) was doing great with her current task, but she wouldn’t notice the man behind her with his fangs and claws outstretched towards her. My heart clenched, and in the blink of an eye I was flipping him over my shoulder. I was not going to let anyone touch (Y/N). 

A large thud sounded through the room as his beefy body smacked the ground, and just for a moment, (Y/N)’s attention was averted from cheetah-lady, but it was long enough. One of her long claws scratched (Y/N)’s shoulder, sinking into the material of her uniform and tearing skin. My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened. As the man I had thrown to the floor stood up to attack me again I aimed a punch straight for his jaw, and didn’t watch to make sure he was unconscious. I didn’t have the time. 

I turned towards (Y/N) to watch her sink a dagger into the cheetah-lady’s shoulder. (Y/N) could’ve easily taken her down, but this opponent had drawn (Y/N)’s blood, and she wasn’t getting off of the hook. At my super speed, and as gently as I could, I pulled (Y/N) back and away from the cheetah-lady, giving me space to knock her kick her backwards from us, as she soared through the air she transformed back into her human form, her eyes rolling back into her head. 

I twirled towards (Y/N), returning to regular speed. She took in the scene of the three unconscious mutant’s and then met my gaze. 

“(Y/N) are you okay?” I asked, placing my hands on her shoulders and looking at where the fabric had torn.

The scratch was smaller than I thought, but that didn’t make me any less angry. 

“I’m fine Peter. It doesn’t even hurt anymore,” (Y/N) said folding her arms. “You know I had her under control right? I am perfectly capable of fighting.”

I slowly lowered my arms form her shoulder’s, smiling at her. 

“I didn’t say you weren’t, but cheetah-lady wasn’t getting off of the hook.”

“Cheetah-lady?” (Y/N) questioned, raising an eyebrow. 

“Yeah, you know, with the claws and the spots?” 

(Y/N) laughed, and the sound made butterflies dance in my stomach.

“Shall we?” I asked, gesturing to the now empty hallway, well, except for the unconscious bodies. 

“Sure, but answer me this, why exactly are you so protective?” (Y/N) replied, as I picked her up, about to speed down the hall. 

“Well, Honey-bunch, I’m not going to let some lowlife touch a pretty little thing like yourself,” and with that, I sped down the hallway, (Y/N) securely in my arms. 

Floristry Kisses

Regulus Black x Reader

Requested plot: My baby regulus needs some lovin’ so i was wondering if you could write cute and fluffy imagine? idk about the plot so you have free hands.

Word count: 717

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The days between Hogwarts terms usually passed by fairly quickly. She had never felt as bored during her summer break as she did now. (Y/N) waved her wand; flowers started blooming around her in brilliant colours. Red, yellow, green and blue petals spread across the girl’s vision.

It was not that (Y/N) disliked the flower shop, rather the opposite. She loved the smell of freshly cut flowers, and she knew of nothing better than picking the right combination of flowers for the witches and wizards buying beautiful bouquets for their loved ones. The problem was that her only other friend at Hogwarts had graduated this summer, so next term would be beyond weird. They had always been the three of them, now they would be only two.

A familiar young man with dark hair slammed the door behind him, interrupting (Y/N)’s thoughts. He looked aggravated, his usually soft features had hardened, his eyes glowing in contrast with his pale skin.

“Good afternoon,” (Y/N) called out to the Slytherin boy.

He looked at her; his stiff mouth softened, but only for a split second. The sound of metal hitting metal caused the girl to jump back. Regulus’ fist dropped at least 10 galleons on the countertop, his raspy voice asked: “How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flowers?”

(Y/N) pressed her lips together and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“I don’t know, who’s the lucky one?” (Y/N) asked back.

“My brother.”


“The one and only,” Regulus nodded.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh, if was no secret the two Black brothers had their fair share of problems. At Hogwarts they would always try to out-prank each other in one way or another. Albus Dumbledore had made an announcement last year that any type of sparkly quills had been banned from the school, to every student’s amusement. Of course that had been Regulus’ during, as Sirius and his Marauder friends had walked around with glittering skin for the next two weeks.

“What did he do this time?” (Y/N) asked curious.

Regulus looked at the girl, his eyes tracing her from top to bottom. The way his gaze covered every inch of her body, she could feel her cheeks burn in the colour of the roses next to her. He smiled, picking up one of the yellow flowers floating in the air next to them.

“My dear brother found the time to go back home and decline my position as Head Boy for next year,” he groaned.

“Sucks,” (Y/N) mumbled, “So, who’s Head Boy now?” she continued.

“Merlin knows, probably Potter,” Regulus’ eyes left (Y/N)’s body, moving towards the many flowers around them. “That’s why I need you, (Y/N), to make me the perfect ‘fuck you’ bouquet.”

“And what do I gain from helping you?” She asked with a smile.

“You’re my girlfriend, you don’t gain anything other than the satisfaction of helping me out,” he moved around the counter so he stood only inches away from her face. His kisses were always soft, no matter how angry he was, he was sweet, and soft, and beautiful.

“Shouldn’t the two of you lay down your weapons soon?” she asked, kissing his cheek.

“No,” he lifted her hands into his palms.

“You’re the most stubborn person I know, Regulus,” she mumbled as his thumb smudged out the lipstick stain on his skin, “Also, you could never be Head Boy, not the way you jump around dueling your brother right and left,” she felt his lips on her fingertips. The skin had been torn multiple times due to thorns.

“You’re just jealous, love,” he smiled.

“Of you?” (Y/N) laughed loudly.

“Oh shut up before I have you make two bouquets!”

“I can’t make gifts for myself, that’s just tragic,” she joked, resting her back against the countertop.

“But hey,” Regulus mumbled against the girl’s ear, “I know something that could take my mind off of the awful git of a brother..” He traced butterfly kisses down her neck.

“I’m sure you do, but everything is not about you, Regulus Black,” (Y/N) pushed him away as he stole one more kiss from her lips, “Some of us actually have work to do.” She told him as the bell above the door rang and two young witches walked in through the door.


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Chibs started the long ride back to Charming, he wasn’t going to give up on (Y/N). He needed a plan to convince (Y/N), that his love for her was true. He would fight for it, his love for her was strong and true.

He knew in his heart, that she loved him too. He saw it in her eyes, he could feel it in his soul. He’d do whatever it took to convince her that they were meant to be together. That he and Fiona were over.

He was going back to his home, and let Fiona know she was welcome to stay in Charming, but she would need to find a place of her own. He already had Lowen working on divorce papers.

She would always have a place in his heart, but their marriage was over; the day she decided to sleep with Jimmy O voluntarily. 

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