When the nation’s little sister,
IU, gets into a huge scandal, your agency seizes the opportunity to thrust you
into that now vacant spotlight. Your self-composed song Paper Doll becomes an overnight sensation, and soon people
are itching to find out who was the one who broke your heart. All hell breaks
loose once netizens discover that you used to date popular idol, Jeon Jungkook.
Little do they know that it wasn’t him who left the relationship unscathed
it was you.
↳ alternatively: a story on the consequences of a hit
Request: Watching Captain America and Bucky with his short hair looks amazing. So hwb Steve one day takes Bucky to get a haircut like the old days and he comes back to the tower handsome asf and reader can’t stop gawking, which leads to a confession and smut? -@charlesgrey1875
Bucky had been gone all morning and it was already lunchtime and he still wasn’t back. You were waiting anxiously at the tower, hoping Bucky and Steve would be back soon. You were biting at the skin around your nails, wondering what Bucky had up his sleeve.
He had told you he had a surprise and you weren’t sure what to expect; you never did with Bucky. He surprised you all the time and you had a feeling this would be huge.
You were squirming anxiously in your seat as you sat in the common room and you sighed, looking at the clock on the wall. “What’s got you so antsy, Y/N?” Vision questioned. You sighed again, looking over at him. “Vis, they’ve been gone all morning.” You complained, leaning your head back against the couch.
Vision smoothly walked closer, rubbing his chin. “Have you tried to contact them? See when they’ll arrive?” He asked, giving you a small smile. You sighed. “I haven’t.” You murmured, feeling kind of stupid for not just texting one of them to see how much longer they’d be.
Just as you picked up your phone from the table, you heard the elevator ding. You gasped and stood to your feet immediately, your heart beating fast. You stood beside Vision, the others piling in from the kitchen.
You saw Steve walk in first with a wide smile. “Oh, good. Everyone is here. We’ve got a treat for you all.” He said with a smirk. “Oh, goodie!” Tony piped, rubbing his hands together as he smiled. A few laughs sounded through the room. You walked closer to the front, standing in front of everyone else.
With a smirk still plastered on his face, Steve left. You waited patiently yet still anxiously for him to return. He finally walked back with Bucky in front of him, his hands on his shoulders. Your eyes widened and you gasped, your mouth hanging open. Bucky’s hair was short. His long hair was gone.
Everyone gasped and started cheering. “Oh, gross! You promised me a treat!” Tony said with a gag. Sam laughed and patted Tony’s shoulder. “Oh come on, even I want fries with that!” He said with a chuckle.
Bucky looked over at you and you felt your feet carrying you over to him. He looked so different. So young, so radiant, so handsome. Bucky looked like Bucky from the 40’s you’d seen in the museum. His smile was just as bright and his hair, gosh, his hair looked so soft. You wanted to run your fingers through it like you’ve done so many times when it was long.
You stood in front of Bucky and he beamed down at you. His eyes were bright and he gently scooped your hands up in his. “How do you like it?” Bucky softly questioned, hoping you didn’t hate it. You couldn’t find the right words to describe how you felt right now. You were in awe, taking in his features. You could see his ears and you could cry at how cute they were.
You tried to say something, anything, and you could tell Bucky was getting nervous and possibly regretting his decision as the seconds ticked by. “Y/N?” Bucky asked, his hands squeezing yours. You breathed out, feeling yourself getting wet the longer you stared at him. “It looks amazing.” You finally managed to say.
Bucky smiled and you could see how his jaw is more defined. “Do you like it?” Bucky asked again. You nodded and blushed. “I love it. So much.” You said with a giggle. You heard Tony gagging again. You shyly turned to the team. “We’ll be back.” You quickly said before pulling Bucky towards the elevator.
“But I didn’t get to feel it!” Tony yelled out, making you and the team laugh. You stepped into the elevator and Bucky turned to you. “What are you doing, Doll?” Bucky asked, confusion crossing his features. You sighed out, your heart starting to race. “I need you. I want-I need-please just-Bucky you have to eat me out and let me feel your hair.” You rushed out, your pulse quickening as you spoke.
Bucky’s eyes widened and the elevator stopped, the doors sliding open. You quickly grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled him along to your bedroom. You needed Bucky now, you couldn’t wait. He looked undeniably sexy with his shorter hair. At this moment in time, you never knew how you needed short hair Bucky in your life.
You pushed your door open and slammed Bucky against it. He grunted and you hopped into his arms. “Doll, what’s gotten into you?” Bucky chuckled as he took you over to the bed.
You pulled Bucky on top of you and crashed your lips against his. You moaned into the kiss and let your hands feel Bucky’s hair for the first time today. It felt soft and so short, but you loved it. You heard Bucky growl low in his throat as you tugged on it.
Bucky hands roughly pulled down your pants and panties, throwing them to the floor. He kissed your neck and slid your shirt off, tossing it to the pile. You bit your lip and felt his hand move down to your clit. Bucky moaned as he felt how wet you were.
“Fuck, Y/N, you’re already so wet.” Bucky said with a smirk. You looked at him and his hair was ruffled and it looked so sexy. Bucky kissed down your torso after taking your bra off. You were completely bare and exposed to Bucky.
A moan fell from your lips when you felt Bucky kiss the inside of your thigh. His stubble rubbed against your skin and goosebumps covered you. Bucky smirked, looking up at you. His arms wrapped over your waist and he began to lick up your slit.
You gasped as your eyes closed and your hips jerked from being so sensitive. Bucky’s tongue flicked against your clit before he sucked on it. Your hands flew to his hair and you tugged on it, causing Bucky to moan against you.
Bucky’s short hair was quickly becoming your favorite thing. You could feel him groaning as you raked your hands through his hair over and over again, pulling at it.
You opened your eyes to watch Bucky and he was already staring up at you. He shook his head back and forth before shoving his tongue into your soaked pussy. You moaned, your voice coming out higher.
Bucky slid in two fingers and pumped them in and out of you fast, hitting your g-spot continuously. You arched your back and Bucky held your hips down as you started to cum, your moans catching in your throat.
Your pussy throbbed and Bucky kept going, wanting you to come again. Your thighs shook around his head and his short hair tickled your skin. Bucky moaned again, licking long and hard stripes on your pussy.
Another orgasm was fast approaching and you relished in the sounds coming from between your legs. It was sloppy and wet, loud and naughty. Your nails scraped against Bucky’s head and you tugged on his hair as hard as you could as you came for the second time.
Your chest was rising and falling quickly as Bucky pulled away from your pussy with a loud smack. “God, you’re gonna rip my hair out one day.” Bucky said with a deep chuckle. You lazily looked up at Bucky as he hovered over you again.
Bucky’s hair was wild and you blushed at how you messed it up so badly. He was just so hot with short hair. “I love your long hair, but damn, your short hair is amazing.” You breathed out with a smile.
You felt Bucky rub his clothed hard cock against your sensitive pussy. Bucky wiped at his lips and chin, licking off his fingers. “Well, you taste amazing. Think your pretty pussy can come for me one more time?” Bucky asked, leaning down to kiss you.
You pulled him closer and helped him take off his pants and boxers. Bucky immediately slid inside of your pussy. You gasped, feeling full and overstimulated. Bucky groaned and started thrusting in and out of you slowly.
Your hands rested in Bucky’s hair and you tried to tug gently on it, not wanting to hurt him. Bucky looked into your eyes and bit his lip, watching your face contort with pleasure from his thick cock. “Pull on it.” Bucky rasped.
You looked up at him hesitantly. “I pulled hard last time, I don’t wan-” Bucky growled and thrust into you faster, using his flesh hand to rub fast circles on your clit. The action caused your fingers to tighten in his hair and yank his head back a tad. “Fuck!” Bucky yelled, a wicked smile on his face.
You moaned at the sight and watched his eyes roll into the back of his head as you tugged on his hair again. You felt yourself getting closer and you squealed, the force of his thrusts sending you in a state of euphoria.
Bucky fucked you harder and you felt the bed slam into the wall. Bucky stared down at you and brought his hand up to grip your throat. A moan got caught in your throat. “Fuck. Cum, Y/N. I wanna feel you clench around me. Yes, you’re such a good girl.” Bucky groaned, his hips slapping into yours.
Your back arched and your legs tightened around Bucky’s waist as you started to cum. “Your pussy is so good!” Bucky shouted, an animalistic growl falling from his mouth. You felt hot spurts of his cum filling you up and you gasped for air, coming down from your orgasm.
You moaned lightly, gently massaging your hands through Bucky’s hair. Bucky collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. He rolled off of you and chuckled deeply. “God. If that’s how you act when I get a hair cut, I wonder what’ll happen if I shave my beard.” Bucky said, looking over at you.
“You better not!” You giggled and blushed, leaning up. You groaned as you felt sore and your pussy was throbbing. Bucky sat up and helped you to the bathroom to clean you up.
You smiled and looked up at Bucky. He was brushing his hair now.. “You look really handsome, Bucky.” You whispered, taking in how his hair looked. Bucky smiled down at you and kissed you. “Let’s get dressed and take a bunch of selfies.” You snorted and followed after Bucky.
Bucky’s short hair was definitely your favorite thing.
Note: this is short (omg a pun!) but I hope you like it!! Bucky with short hair is easily the cutest thing. thanks for the request! feedback is always welcome! .c
“Hi, excuse me I-” You looked up for a second to find one of the visitors you had talked to just a few minutes ago. “I believe you handed me the wrong…”
The guy handed you one of the museum brochures, and you noticed the dates were off. Taking a deep breath, you opened the top drawer to find the right folder, handing one to him before apologizing. It was the third time you messed up that afternoon: First, you almost guided the group of students to the wrong exhibition, then a guest’s question went completely over your head, leaving them staring blankly at you as you attempted to collect your wits, and now this. You felt lucky that your boss was drowning in paperwork and not paying much attention to his employees.
The truth was: you were nervous. Ever since you and Lin started texting, things just clicked between you, everything was easy and he made you smile. A lot. With Stephen sitting in the next room during many of those slightly flirtatious conversations, however, you knew it had to come to a halt soon.
Enough of living a life you hate. Enough of the relationship you don’t want to be in. Enough of watching TV, watching others live their lives. Enough of not achieving your goals. Enough of giving up on your dreams and settling for a life you don’t want to live.
They say discipline weighs ounces but regret weighs tonnes - how much weight do you want to carry with you for the rest of your life? Yes, it will be hard. Yes, it will take time. Yes, you will fail along the way. But it’s up to you to make the decision to move forward - no one else can do it for you.
That’s the only difference between you and those who are successful in what you aspire to do - decisions. They decided long ago that they weren’t going to settle in life and took action to create their lives. Are you settling right now? Are you coasting through life expecting things to just happen for you?
If you are - expect more of what you already have.
If you are concerned about the pain you have to go through to get what you want - consider this. Pain is going to be present throughout your life - it’s up to you to decide what’s worth suffering for.
There is pain in growth and in staying the same but nothing hurts more than being somewhere you’re not supposed to be. Are you somewhere you feel you’re not supposed to be? Do you wish for a better life every day? Do you feel like you were destined for more than this?
Only you can say enough is enough. Only you have the power to change your circumstances. Only you can decide for yourself what kind of future you want to live in. You, and only you, can start taking action to bring about a better tomorrow.
Trigger Warnings: Smutty scenes, swearing, and some serious hate, both from yourself and from others
Being apart of the Legends Team was difficult. The constant feeling of looking over your shoulder and for Vandal Savage made you jumpy and antsy. It didn’t help that your team was incredibly angry with you, you had let Vandal go. They didn’t know why, they hadn’t asked, they just looked at you with disappointment every time you were mentioned.
The only one who treated you no different then before was Leonard Snart, he still looked at you with loathing in his eyes. You never thought that you would be happy to have someone hate you, but you were thankful for the sense of normalcy.
Today you were in the 50’s and the team was getting ready to find Savage again. When you reached the common area of the waverider everyone turned to stare at you. You looked down at yourself, a cotton candy poodle skirt matched with a silky blouse, you would fit in perfectly in this time era. Still the team’s eyes were scrutinizing and you wanted to run and hide at their mean glares.
Summary: When it comes to natural hair management, it was never easy for (Name). Her hair was coarse, tangled easily, and soaked up water like a sponge. Thankfully, (Name) had a little help to ensure that her hair game was strong.
Author Note: I LOVE writing hair-themed pieces, so I decided to create another one. Keep in mind Peter will be 18 in this one-shot. Enjoy~!
I hope I'm reading your profile right, if not please ignore this!! But friendship headcanons for Kyoutani, Terushima and Ushijima! I apologize if I read your description wrong >.<
AN: YAY MY FIRST ASK FOR ALL THREE OF THEM ~!
Will easily let his guard down around you. He deeply appreciates the friendship you both share and how you don’t judge him by his appearance. As a thank you, he’s willing to lower his dominant and rough demeanor to show you that he trusts you.
I said for a few characters that they’d beat the shit out of anyone that would upset you, but Kyotani would actually literally beat the shit out of anyone that would upset you. The second he sees you crying, he becomes uncontrollable and his rage takes over. It isn’t until you’re begging him to stop when he’ll actually stop. Sometimes he gets into really big trouble….
He has little ways of showing you how much he enjoys your company. When it’s lunch time, sometimes he’ll buy you a drink from the machine, he’ll stay and study with you, or he asks you to watch his games.
It is very very important to him that you watch his games; he calms down knowing that you’re in the audience. Even if you aren’t paying attention and have to study during the game, as long as you’re there, he’s ok.
You’re the only one allowed to hug him. He blushes every time and you tease him when he tries to pry you off.
He often hand makes his gifts and birthday cards. He spends all night making sure they’re perfect and he uses all of your favorite colors.
In the winter, he wears the scarf you gave him every single day.
You gave him a keychain with a dog on it that resembled him and he pets it for good luck before every game.
Scolds you harshly when you stay up too late studying, when you’re sick, or when you forget something, but you know he means well.
Tries to watch what he says around you because his biggest fear is that he’ll say something that will make you upset and you’ll leave.
Always asks you to wash his uniform because he doesn’t know how to do laundry yet.
Makes you his wingperson whenever there’s a cute manager to flirt with.
He gives you one knuckle sandwich every day.
Although he’s really chill and aloof with his piercings, he was a baby the minute he stepped into the piercing parlor. He made you hold his hand throughout the whole process. He even convinced you to get one, too, but you compromised and now you have your ears pierced.
He’s in the process of designing and planning out your future friendship tattoos. It started out as a joke, but now he’s really serious about it. He won’t get it until the both of you are comfortable and satisfied with the design for at least a year.
He gets extremely worried about you when you don’t get enough sleep the day before your exam or when you get sick. After school, he’ll walk you home and stays with you until you fall asleep so he knows you’re getting your rest.
He’s almost too comfortable around you and doesn’t mind changing in front of you. One time you were so stunned when he took off his shirt that he shoved his armpit in your face. Now, when you turn around so he can change, he’ll pretend he’s done and call your name so you’ll look at him, but then it’s just him rubbing his nipples.
He’s a very rough and touchy friend; he’ll shake your shoulders, slap your back, poke your sides, squish your cheeks, you name it.
He takes his after school naps on your couch before he heads home.
Likes to take pictures of you and post them on Instagram every chance he gets. He’s one of those people that either posts a really meaningful message or just puts the poop emoji.
He takes your birthday very seriously and always throws a big party, even if you insist on not having one. He wants to celebrate the day the heavens blessed him with his best friend, as he would word it in his speech.
Casually spanks your butt in the hallway.
Is your biggest fan and will always support you in anything you want to do no matter what.
He makes you run and work out with him every day because he likes having a work out buddy. Because of him, you’re in like the best shape of your life.
Always makes you eat with him because he feels like you aren’t eating your daily servings of vegetables.
Cherishes anything that you give him, from a special gift to any normal object. He wears the hat and gloves set you gave him every single day in the winter. Every time you hand him a pen to borrow, he takes extra care of it so he doesn’t lose it or forget to give it back to you.
He often takes naps after school at your place, so he has a designated section in your closet for his napping clothes and blankets.
Finds it charming when you borrow his sweaters and you’re drowning in how much larger it is than you.
Flicks your forehead when you forget your homework or get sick, and then doesn’t do anything about it lol. That’s what you get for being irresponsible.
He’s a great listener and will evaluate any decisions that you’re hesitant on. He doesn’t sugar coat anything because he’s watching out for you and doesn’t want you to regret anything in the long run.
His mom always asks if you two will ever get married.
He saves his cheat days for the weekends when you two go out to eat.
Always offers to carry your backpack when he walks you home.
He protects you from Tendou when he gets a little too close or comfortable around you.
You’re the only one allowed to hug him and it’s only once a year on your birthday. He’ll make exceptions if you’re really upset and crying.
Thank you guys for going on this journey with me, the triplets and all the other characters I met in these almost two years.
I really enjoyed drawing those dorks and interact with other people, I even got the chance to meet new people that later became my friends in real life.
But here is the thing…
What was once supposed to be a just-for-fun blog where I could draw stupid mini comics and lovely happy dorks became a toxic place. It’s like I really want to keep going on but there is this giant blockade that drains all my joy from drawing BroAU content. No matter what I draw, there is always that bothering feeling of “Oh, who do you gonna trigger this time?”, “Who is going to feel disappointed/sad/betrayed now?”
I don’t care what a random anon says but people I know better, maybe even called friends… their words indeed affect me. In a positive or negative way.
People are always saying “You can do whatever you want, it’s YOUR blog and YOUR characters.” For me at the moment, it doesn’t feel like it. I mean how often can you bear it when sb says “I don’t like your decision you did with your story”, “your character were much better when xxx”, “I don’t like this and that”, “You can do whatever you want of course! but let me tell you for the 10th time that I personally don’t like it”.
When you are a friend, are you really trying to make the other one feel guilty? Regretting drawing stuff they just enjoyed? Hell, I’m not into certain stuff my friends do or like drawing either. But then I support them anyway or shut the fuck up and let them have their fun.
Well, at this point you maybe got me sad and disappointed with all that stuff and I would maybe have went on a break to calm down etc
…But when all those comments and attitudes hurt the persons I care most about, push them to anxiety and drag them down…
then there is the fucking line for me.
To make it clear:
I won’t tolerate destructive comments and attitudes anymore and I will start blocking people if it won’t stop.
I tried to do compromises to make both parties happy… but when this is what I get….
Now excuse me while I am trying not to click on that fucking “delete ask-the-vinsmokes” button because I am so sick of justifying the stuff I do with my story and my characters.
Really need time to find my joy for this blog again and the reason why I want extra stress in exchange for doing free art , jesus christ….
a jimin fic where he is force to lie to the girl he loves that he no longer wants to be with her and thus wants to break their connection in all ways. He really loves her though but work just got in the line, so he have to let go. The girl don’t believe him though, knowing him well. But choose to give in because she knows that he’s doing that for his dream
Jimin tapped his finger continuously on the back of his phone as he sat down on the steps of your place, waiting for you to finally return home. He already noticed his sweaty palms and inability to sit still was all due to the news he had received earlier. The two of you weren’t completely together yet but you both had a mutual attraction to each other for a good few years now. It was a cliche story line case of you two growing up together and ending up completely falling in love with the other.
Yesterday was the day of your first date together. The same memory that made him smile so hard before about how happy you looked sitting across from him at that table was the same memory that was now making his stomach turn. When he kissed you he intended it to be the first, not the last. If he knew this was going to happen he swore to himself that he would have asked you to be his long before tomorrow. You both-He wasted too much time. Time he knew he wasn’t going to get back but also time he didn’t intend to replace. All those times you ran to him when you were crying, all those times you called him over something small but wanted to tell him anyway, all those times you smiled up at him and made him want to stop time right there and then, all those times you were there for him, and all those times he thought about sneaking a kiss from you when you didn’t expect it.
He had damned the whole universe for things turning out this way and he knew if he was going to break it off with you, the two of you couldn’t remain friends. Things would just be harder that way for the both of you. Your voice pierced his train of thought.
“Jiminie? What are you doing here? I thought you had that big meeting for your group?”
Jimin stood up from the step.
“Yeah I did. It ended early so I came to see you…I need to talk to you about something important.”
The strikingly serious face he had on was already enough to send a wave of fear into your chest. You wondered if he was having second thoughts about getting into his new group and he needed to talk it out. Whatever it was you were there for him.
“Sure. Why don’t you come inside for a bit?” You suggested, unlocking your front door.
Jimin rose up from the step, walking past you as you held the door open for him. His body plopped down on the couch and went to get yourself a drink. As you set all of your stuff down he still remained silent so you decided to speak first.
“So what happened at the music company-?”
“Why did you think I had feelings for you?” Jimin suddenly blurted.
You come over to him, holding your newly retrieved water bottle in confusion. Why was he bringing this up right now?
“What do you mean..?” You asked, cautiously.
“I don’t feel anything towards you. That’s why I never mentioned anything about wanting to date you before..you confessed to me and I didn’t want to say anything before so I let you take me out on a date last night. I know you have feelings for me so maybe we should just stop being friends.”
Your eyes widened and you sat there in silence trying to find where this was coming from. Sure, he never confessed his feelings before you did but that was because he was shy and you knew that.
“But all those times-”
“Times when what? Times you asked me to hang out all the time, times you flirted with me, and times you were all over me! Y/N when did I ever give you the vibe I was into you? I just can’t deal with it anymore and I’m sorry. Just because i’m nice to you doesn’t mean I’m into you. If you weren’t so single all the time maybe you’d notice that.”
As soon as it came form his mouth he wanted to give in and apologize but he couldn’t and if he wanted this to get you to cut him off he had to make it worse.
“Just stop! Please? I’m so sick of you coming onto me! Why would you think I want someone who complains as much as you do? Or someone who pities themselves as much as you do? It’s pathetic you think everything I say is a hint that I like you. Taehyung told me how much you asked about me and how much you asked if I was into you. Would you grow up already?”
His fists clenched as he watched your eyes start to tear up. Was being famous worth this? He was ruining the one thing he cared most about but he had also trained a lot of his life to being in this newly formed group. He just prayed he wouldn’t regret his decision. It was better this way.
“…You don’t mean that Jimin….I know what you’re doing..” you argued.
Technically you didn’t know the full story but from what Hoseok called you about earlier you knew he was already accepted into his new music company. Plus you had heard rumors of dating bans in these sort of places so it wasn’t a far fetched idea. There was no other reason for someone as sweet as him to act like this. Sure he was scary when he was angry but this wasn’t how he looked when he was pissed. All you could notice was the purely blank look in his stare.
“What do you know, huh? I wasted 20 years knowing you! Why don’t you just continue to hang out with Tae when i’m not around? I’m sure he’d be willing to put out for you. You always were chasing him around when we were in high school. Oh, right he didn’t want you either. Must suck to be the girl nobody wants to be with.” He muttered.
Even if this was fake there was only a limit you could take. You walked over to the couch itself and slapped him as hard as you could. Jimin looked down at his lap with a smirk spread across his face.
“You still can’t even accept reality, Y/N.”
Jimin stood up from the couch, facing you completely.
“What is reality, huh? You pretending you don’t love me? You trashing me like this so I hate you? Jimin please just stop! I love you and that’s not going to change because you mouth off to me!”
He let out an exhausted sigh.
“I don’t love you! So, stay the hell away from me!” He yelled.
You froze on spot, afraid of his yelling. Jimin moved past you, heading for the door. You didn’t know what to do seeing as though he wasn’t going to give this up anymore than you were going to. It would just keep going so you decided to just let it go. This was the choice he made. He picked his dreams over your friendship and relationship. If that’s what he wanted then so be it but you couldn’t help but be affected by his words, slowly falling down next to the couch in a crying mess.
Jimin stopped outside your house’s door, taking a deep breathe. He could hear you crying on the other side and stopped in temptation to go back in and fix things. With heavy feet, he instead, kept walking forward until he was off your front porch and out of your life.
... I just sent you something like six flaily messages about Solas and my bitter little Lavellan who Tries Hard, and I don't think I was logged in? If they showed up as anon, sorry, that was me
Yes!! let me collect them here:
Can I share my Solas feelings with you? They are very different from yours, I think, but there are so many feelings and I thought you could relate! The funny thing for me is that I played the game four times, three of them with elves meaning to romance Solas, and it never worked. I wanted to romance Solas because it’s so heartfelt and a gut punch even before you learn how big, how mythic it is, but my characters kept disagreeing with him! Big, snappish disagreements, and decisions he couldn’t
be okay with, and all of these characters ended up respecting each other as friends, but never developed romantic interest, and it was so strange! The weirdest thing was that the character who did eventually romance him was someone I wouldn’t have thought would be compatible with him, she was selfish and a little resentful and really, really angry, but when she was angry she’d make these decisions he agreed with! The big one I remember was exiling the wardens in a rage, but there were others -
then when she’s calm down a little, start to regret acting from anger, and rethink her viewpoint (which then would disagree with him), she’d have that great approval buffer to weather disagreements? And man, they argued about Sera a lot? But she loved talking to him and respected the hell out of him, and the weird thing is that, she is the last character of mine that I would have thought wise at creation, but she’s the one it felt most genuine with, when he called her wise, because so much of
her story was about trying to get past her anger, and because she respected and liked him so much she usually talked through everything with Solas, when she was angry as well as thoughtful, so he knew her best and could see how much she was prioritizing wisdom as something to reach for, even when she didn’t think she could achieve it. And she really really loved him with her angry little heart, and. I don’t know? It was such a different dynamic than the one I’d pictured, so I wasn’t prepared for
how intense it was? I’m about to start trespasser and I’m kind of scared, I think she’s going to feel so awful and I don’t know how she’s going to react, I don’t know if she’ll understand that it was real? Ugh! I have so many feelings and I don’t know what to do with them, you know?
OHH I LOVE THIS, these different experiences are what is so great about these games, not only because of replay value but for depth and character development potential, so many stories you can build!!
The dynamic your character and him have sounds super interesting and so touching ;_; I feel they would have much in common, being frustrated and angry, misplaced resentment, impulsive decisions and judgement they come to regret, always striving for wisdom. trying to remain calm in the face of overwhelming odds, maybe he would see some of his younger self in her. He would respect her all the more for her struggle and conviction ;_;
I think that from a storytelling point of view their disagreement is instrumental in their character development but also feels realistic (considering that your character can’t see approval rates and a lot of his have to do with knowledge that is not available to them), gives the Inquisitor agency, adds tension and depth to their relationship and plot in general. They benefit from it! there is a feel of mutual respect and admiraton that you cultivate this way. I wish the game was longer so we could have more exchanges!! for now I will imagine them haha
I love that the game lets us meet Solas the person, and he can be rude and petty and obtuse, you can argue with him, joke around, share stories, learn and teach him things, he admires you and ends up falling for you, this ancient immortal powerful entity of legend!! but he is just a man that cares too much and tries too hard and makes mistakes, he is a complete mess, he manages to be both admirable and pitiable, relatable and infuriating and I love him for it with all my heart ;_;
Be stong for Trespasser!! the last encounter is my absolute favourite part of the game erughh you are making me want to replay!! about Lavellan being unsure whether it was real or not I think for me Cole played such a huge part in believing Solas in general, I trust Cole, he can’t betray his nature and he believes in Solas, that he means well and that his feelings are true, he wants you to be with him so I never doubted him! Cole actually helped me with my hurt in real life isn’t that amazing I love Cole, I’m rambling again
Jason Todd/Red Hood X BestFriend!Reader- Freaky Friday
Here’s the first fic for the Jason Todd Birthday Week!! I’m super excited to participate in this!!
Warning: Swearing, mentions of alcohol
There were many things you would do for your best friend, most of them were illegal, but that’s not the point. Your friendship with Jason was… different to put it in simple terms. It was similar to Roy’s, but it also had its differences. You had been with him through thick and thin, but after the mission he asked you to help him with you were starting to regret your decision.
“How in the hell did this happen?” you screamed, waving around your, actually Jason’s, arms in his, your, face. “Jason, you’re my best friend, but this is just too much.”
“I know and I’m sorry I dragged you into this mess,” Jason sighed, blowing hair out of his face. “I didn’t expect the guy to go all Freaky Friday on us.”
“Yeah, but he did!” you shouted, gesturing to yourself. “Seriously, I’m always happy to help you out, but switching bodies is not something I’m comfortable with.”
“I’m not comfortable with it either!” he groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “We need help.”
“Who is going to help us?” you asked, pointing to the two of you. “Last time I checked, we’re wanted criminals and we don’t have any magical or telepathic acquaintances that are a phone call away.”
“Well, we’re either calling Bruce or your old buddy Constantine,” Jason shrugged, digging your phone out of your pocket, “and look, I have your phone.”
“You know John and I are not on good terms,” you reminded him, grimacing when you thought about the last time you saw him. “I ditched him to save your dumb ass.”
Your apprenticeship was put on hold when you told John that you had to save your friend, and he told you to call when you were ready to talk. You obviously didn’t want to talk right now, especially when you’re in Jason’s body. Man, that sounded weirder than you thought it would.
“I’ll just tell him that we need his help,” he rolled his eyes, searching through your contacts. “Seriously? You made his contact name ‘Gandalf’?”
“Just call the damn number and stop criticizing my humor,” you grumbled, collapsing on the couch. “He’s going to be so pissed.”
Jason ignored you and clicked onto John’s contact, giving you the phone. You groaned and snatched the phone from him, shoving it against your ear. Waiting for him to pick up, you quickly flipped Jason off before standing up and walking out of the room. Entering the kitchen, you sighed, guessing that John was avoiding your call.
“Look who decided to call,” John said after answering the phone.
“Look, Jason and I had a little trouble and we switched bodies,” you stated, running your hand through the short raven hair you currently had. “You’re the only person that I trust to fix this. I know I was an asshole to ditch you like that, but I saved Jason that day and I don’t regret it.”
“You switched bodies with Jason?” he asked, chuckling. “I was wonderin’ why your voice sounded like that. I’ll help ya, but we need to have a little chat after I fix this.”
“Fine, how soon can you get here,” you questioned him, turning around to see him standing in front of you. “Show off.”
John smirked, ending the phone call and shoving his phone into the pocket of his trenchcoat, “How’s life been?”
“Frustrating,” you replied, folding your arms. “Jason’s in the living room.”
“Well, let’s see the damage,” he laughed, following you out of the kitchen. “Lucky for you, I can reverse this quickly.”
“I’m glad,” you muttered, “I don’t want to be stuck in Jason’s body any longer.”
“I heard that,” Jason scowled, folding his arms as you and John approached him.
John rubbed his hands together, smiling, “You might want to sit down for this.”
Nodding, you sat down on the couch and closed your eyes, “Close your eyes, Jason, I don’t want either of us to wake up blind.”
You heard him grunt, and soon you felt the world shift. Opening your eyes, you lifted your hands up, sighing in relief when you saw that they were yours. Looking over to Jason, you saw that his eyes were still clamped shut. You slapped his forehead, chuckling when he jumped up.
“It’s safe to open your eyes, dumbass,” you laughed, standing up and stretching. “Man, it’s good to be me again.”
“Good for you,” Jason grumbled, rubbing his forehead.
“Now that you’re all fixed up, let’s have a chat in the kitchen,” John said, raising a brow.
You nodded, “Fine, Jason stay here. You might experience some side effects, so don’t get up.”
“Let’s go,” John said, nodding to the kitchen.
Sighing, you followed your mentor back into the kitchen. Once you entered the room, you slid the barn door shut.
“I forgive you by the way.”
You turned around, your eyes widening, “What?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he said, leaning against the counter tops. “I understand that you needed to help a friend, and I’m not mad at you for that, it’s that you left without tellin’ me anything.”
“It was very short notice obviously,” you said. “I’m sorry I ditched you, but I couldn’t spare a second while my friend was in danger.”
“Okay, now that this is done do you want to go get a drink?” he asked, making you smile.
“Sure, but what about Jason?” you asked him, sliding open the door. “You sure we can leave him here?”
“He’ll be knocked out for a few hours,” John replied. “There’s this new pub a few blocks down.”
Summary//Request: Jay shows up at your hotel the night before you’re due to marry someone else and he begs you to reconsider. Are you truly in love with your fiancé? Or will you give Jay, your childhood friend, one last chance?
If you are still taking requests for the drabble can I get a Baekhyun #15, smut?????? Thanks if you can do it. Oh and Happy Birthday, girl! Hope it's a fun day for you.! 🙌👍🎉
15. “Tag, you’re it!” + Baekhyun + Smut
You glanced left and right, wondering where your rascal of a boyfriend could be. It hadn’t been the best idea to let him go out for drinks with his friends without going to supervise, because they wouldn’t stop him from drinking too much. Now, thanks to Exo, you had a drunk Baekhyun hiding in your house, doing lord knows what.
You heard Baekhyun’s obnoxious giggles from down the hallway, and decided to follow them.
“Baekhyun,” you called, checking the guest room and the bathroom, “Baek, where the hell are you?!”
“BOO!” You heard from behind you, before you were plummeting to the floor, your boyfriend on top of you. He laughed, squirming on top of you.
“Baek- What the hell- Get off!” you said, annoyed.
“No,” he said childishly, before poking your nose. He burst into giggles again. “Tag, you’re it!”
He sprung to his feet, running down the hallway to your shared bedroom.
“Baekhyunnnn,” you sighed, before chasing after him. “Get over here!”
“No! You’ll tag me!” He yelped, ducking behind the other side of the bed.
You groaned, but slowly tiptoed up to him. He had cornered himself, pressing himself against the wall and peeking over the bed to see where you were.
“Huh? Y/N…where did she go?” He hummed, not seeing you.
“Ha!” You shouted, leaping onto him. “You’re it now, you brat!”
He shrieked, before whining. “That’s not fairrr!”
“Sure it is.” You said, dusting your hands off. “Now, get into bed. You need to sleep.”
“No.” He pouted, before grinning at you. He stood up beside you, before pushing you onto the bed, landing on top of you again.
“You may have won at tag,” he said, “but I know another game we can play.”
He buried his face in your neck, his tongue lapping softly at your flesh. You let out an involuntary moan, feeling his hands grip your hips.
“B-Baekhyun,” you mumbled, “you need to sleep. You’ve got stuff to do tomorrow.”
“I know,” he growled, “but right now, all I wanna do is you.”
He rolled his hips against yours, smirking when you halfheartedly lifted yours to meet his.
“Seems like you wanna do me too,” he slurred, before connecting lips with you, his tongue attacking yours. His mouth tasted subtly of alcohol, and you weren’t sure if you were getting tipsy on the leftover taste in his mouth or on him alone.
“Baby,” he groaned, “how about you strip and we get down to business?”
You rolled your eyes, but complied, slipping your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra. He whimpered, shoving himself between your legs so he could get a closer look.
“I’m gonna love you all night, jagiyah,” he said admiringly.
You chuckled. He would definitely regret that decision, and drinking so much, in the morning.
Thank youuu! I did have a pretty good day that day. I hope you’re doing well and that you liked this drabble! 💖
A/N: After a really long wait, here it is! The second part for my imagine “Forgotten”, I got a few requests, asking me if I could write a second part to it and I wanted to write it as a thank-you for 1,000 followers. It’s by far the longest I’ve ever written, I hope you enjoy it!
I actually have over 1,300 now (I still can’t believe it) and I’m really sorry for taking so long to finish it. I’m grateful for every single one of you, thank you for everything ! <3
Triggers: None (at least I think so, if not, please tell me!)
Not even two hours have passed since your little encounter with him. Feelings of guilt and anger wavered continuously through you. But not at the same time, no. Whenever a wave of anger made its way through your consciousness, guilt quickly followed. You couldn’t stay mad at him for as long as you’d like to because the guilt comes right back, nibbling under your skin. It made you go mad.
As much as you hate to admit it, you shouldn’t have been so harsh towards him. Even if you’d like to believe that you had every right to do so, Josh only wanted to make his dream come finally true. He didn’t mean to hurt you in the way he did. (Though, it still sucked that he did).
You didn’t know what to do to stop the feelings of guilt. The only logical thing to do would be apologizing for the things you’ve said but there was no way you would be able to grab a hold of him, with him being famous and all. So you did the only other thing that maybe could stop your running thoughts.
As quickly as possible you opened your laptop and clicked on the little browser button. Your fingers typed in the name you tried to forget for the last couple of years.
Many different pages were shown, some sites like Wikipedia or articles from interviews he did with Tyler for the band. You decided to click on his twitter link, not bothering with the probably boring articles.
It kind of surprised you to see how many followers he had, around 1.5 million people were interested to see what he had to say about his life. Scrolling through his newsfeed, you frowned, seeing that he tweeted around an hour ago.
@joshuadun: wishing I could turn back in time to stop me from being the most of a dick I’ve ever been to anyone in my entire life
You knew that the tweet was about your encounter with him. Knowing now how much he regrets his decisions he made years ago, your heart ached. Josh never wanted to hurt anyone, he’s too good of a guy to do so. But there was nothing you could do about it now. Since he was famous and well known now, you would never be able to get a grip on him so you could apologize for the hateful things you’ve said to him. So you did the only thing you were able to do: you closed the website of Josh’s Twitter page, turned your laptop off and told yourself to forget about him. Just how you did a few days ago.
It was the next morning and even if you did try your best on forgetting the little encounter you’ve had with Josh, guilt was still nagging on your skin. After many failed attempts on working on your essay (which you intended to do after grabbing your coffee), you called it a night and went to sleep. But of course, there was no way for you to get rest, the yellow-haired drummer floating around in your brain. You probably got around four good hours of sleep, at all.
After doing your best at hiding your restless night with makeup and getting ready in general, you decided that it was probably the best if you tried to do your assignment at the little cafè you always went to. It wouldn’t be the first time since it somehow motivated you when you did your work there; you always felt like because you already drove there, you should at least write some pages. And sooner or later you did more than you actually planned. So that’s what you did.
As you arrived at the little coffee shop, a little earlier than yesterday, you noticed that it was, again, almost empty. There were the cute little elderly couple that almost every day drank their coffee at the booth near the window and around two other students who worked on their assignment. Only one person stood out, probably because he was wearing his hoodie of his sweater inside. You didn’t think any of it, only noticing that he sat one table away from your usual spot.
You quickly ordered your coffee, grabbing a chocolate muffin as well. As you made your way up to the little table at the corner, you looked at the new customer with the hoodie, frowning. He looked similar, even if you were only able to see his back, slouched over in the chair, probably looking down at his coffee. Or whatever he got. You shook your head, the lack of sleep probably getting to you because there was no way that he could be here.
Not so quietly putting your bag on the table, you sat down, noticing how you could actually see the face of the stranger if he would look up instead of resting his head on his arms. You swear you saw a little bit of yellow hair sticking out of the hoodie but again, you shook your head, knowing that it was just your imagination combined with the lack of sleep.
While sipping your coffee and occasionally nibbling on your muffin, you started working on your assignment which was due in a few days. As you wrote, your mind completely forgot about the masked stranger sitting only a few feet away from you. That was until you sneezed and his head shot up, due to the sudden noise.
You couldn’t believe your eyes; Josh was sitting right in front of you. What was he doing here? It obviously didn’t take him long to see that you were the person who sneezed, as he stood up and left his seat to make his way towards your table.
“Before you say anything (Y/N), I want to apologize.” You lifted one eyebrow, deciding not to listen to him. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to tour around with your buddy Tyler and make all of your fans around the entire country happy?” Your voice was coated thickly with sarcasm. The guilty feeling which nagged on your skin the whole time after seeing him the last time were suddenly vanished and replaced by anger. Why did you make yourself feel so down over him?
“I am, but since we are playing two nights here, I had the chance of apologizing to you for my stupid younger self.”
“How would you know that I’d come here?” Your eyes narrowed.
“I didn’t. Just took the wide shot of practically waiting for three hours here, hoping you’d come back. I still remember whenever you found your favorite place for coffee, you always seemed to go there, no matter the distance you had to cross.” You couldn’t help the slight ache you felt in your heart that Josh still remembered your weird habits. After all, he practically knew you better than you knew yourself.
“Josh, I-“, you were at a loss for words, not knowing how you’re supposed to answer him. Apologizing for your sudden outburst yesterday seemed to be the right thing but you didn’t want to admit defeat so easily.
“Don’t say anything, really. But please, before you storm off again, which you have every right to do so, let me tell you how incredibly sorry I am.” Josh looked with hopeful eyes at you, the guilt present in his own ones. You just nodded, signaling him to continue. It would be the right thing to do, you thought to yourself, otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to live on without feeling the guilt like in the past hours.
“Thank you. I- Okay, I know I fucked things up, I really do. It’s not like I didn’t notice that I didn’t hold the contact like I was supposed to do. As soon as things started to work out and we got more and more recognition, it was hard for me to find enough time to properly sit down and call you. I was a dick for thinking that you would understand and accept it. Who would even do that? I was so dumb back then, if I could I would kick myself in the ass for treating our friendship like that. You were my best friend and you were right yesterday, with everything you’ve said. You were always there for me, held my back and I just turned my back on you, for stupid reasons like not finding enough time. I really do understand it if you don’t want my apology, hell, even I wouldn’t accept my own apology. I just want you to know that I was dumb and didn’t know what I would be losing by doing this, you were one of the good things in my life that I had, and I do really want to be a part of your life again. I want to make my behavior up to you but if you don’t want me in your life anymore, I understand that. I really do. “
You listened and listened to Josh ramble. You did find his reasoning stupid and it did make you angry again, because who the fuck does that? But on the other hand, you were glad that he was being honest with you and not told you some shitty excuse that was clearly made up just so you would accept his apology. You didn’t really know if you would be able to let him back into your life, too afraid that the same thing would happen again, especially when the band was widely known now. But it was Josh and he used to be your best friend. You couldn’t deny the feelings you used to have for him, which were crawling up your heart now. What could you possibly lose this time? Nothing; only your pride. So you did the only logical thing:
“I accept your apology, but-“, you stopped him before he could say anything to your answer, “if anything like this happens ever again, I swear, I’ll kill you with my bare hands. I’m serious, Dun, deadly serious.”
Josh couldn’t contain his grin that was spreading on his face. He couldn’t believe that you gave him another chance to be a better friend this time. “Thank you so much, (Y/N)! I promise you that I know better this time. C’mon, I’ll even pinky promise with you!” You started to giggle at his childish behavior but nevertheless conjoined your pinky with his.
After buying another round of coffee, the two of you started to catch up, telling each other about the things that happened in your lives after the contact dropped. You couldn’t believe how fast you calmed down around Josh, you expected yourself to be more cautious, testing if he really means it or if he’s just messing with your feelings again. But despite all speculations, it was just like old times, whenever you hung out with Josh.
Some hours passed, none of you really noticed how fast the time flew by; that is until Josh got an incoming call from Tyler. It was time for him to go to the venue and get ready for the concert. Your mood went down a little, knowing that it was probably the last time for quite a time until you’d see him again, with him touring and all. Even if he did have a break in a few weeks, you didn’t live in Columbus anymore.
You waited quietly until Josh finished the call, trying your best to hide your sudden sadness.
“I’m sorry, but Tyler’s right; the show starts in less than two hours and I should head back, to get ready ‘n stuff.”
“It’s no problem, really.” You smiled lightly. “It was nice to catch up with you and I wish you the best of luck for your show, have fun.” While you’ve said that to him, you started to pack your stuff together, planning on finish your essay at home.
“I actually wanted to ask you if you’d want to come and see us play?” Josh asked somewhat nervously. His nervousness was actually not displaced; you weren’t sure what to think about his offer. The band was the reason why he dropped the contact and just because you forgave him, doesn’t mean that you’d want to start to like the band. Or show any interest for that matter. But… The way Josh looked with hope in his eyes at you and waited patiently for your answer, which hopefully results in you saying yes, you found yourself nodding. The band is his dream and you didn’t want to act like a complete bitch. Not like that you were one yesterday.
“Okay, I’ll come with you. But I need to go home first and get ready since I’m wearing literally sweatpants.”
Josh grinned at you, thanking you over and over again. “You don’t have to change, I think you look good.” You burst out laughing, him joining in soon after you. “No, but for real, though. You could wear a trash bag and make it work. But I guess, you can go home and change, only if you promise me that you come before the concert starts; I want to hang out a little more with you.”
You nodded, agreeing with him that you’d hurry up with getting ready. You couldn’t deny the fact that your heart fluttered as he told you that he’d like to spend more time with you. It was crazy, yesterday you hated Josh’s guts and now you’re getting all fluttery because of him?
After saying your goodbyes for the next two hours, you drove as fast as possible home to get ready. You managed to put a decent outfit together and tame the mess on your hair which was before in a not so cute bun. It took you around an hour to change, put makeup on and do your hair, plus the drive from the café to your apartment and back to the venue. To say you were proud of your achievement would be an understatement.
Realization hit you as soon as you stood in front of the venue, how on earth would you get in? There was no way you could just walk in, especially when you had no ticket. For the second time of the day, your mood dropped tremendously. You thought about walking back to your car and head home since there was really no way to get in- or so you thought.
Your phone beeped, signaling a new message. After looking from who it was, you couldn’t help but to feel like a huge idiot; Josh gave you, before he went back to the venue, his phone number.
If you’re already there, just tell one of the guys working there your name, they should let you in xx Josh
As soon as you read the text, you walked quickly to one of the security people who worked there.
“Uhm, excuse me. I’m (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), Josh told me I should come here…?” It was clear that you were uncomfortable as hell; the security man obviously noticed, as he checked for your name on a list he held. You hoped that it wasn’t some sick joke from Josh and that your name really was on this list.
“Yeah, okay. Just go through the hall and then to one of the back doors, there should be some other security members, just tell them your name and then you’re in the backstage area.” He smiled somewhat, calming your nerves. You expected him to be a complete asshole and not let you in but obviously, you were wrong with your assumptions.
It took some more minutes and some more uncomfortable talks until you stood finally in front of Josh’s dressing room. You knocked, waiting patiently.
“Come in!” You did as told and opened the door, surprised to not only see Josh on one of the couches but his bandmate Tyler. Not knowing what to do or what to say, you just kinda stood there, awkwardly.
“(Y/N), Hi!” Josh quickly stood up as soon as he saw you standing in the doorway, hugging you tightly before returning his gaze back to his bandmate. “(Y/N), this is Tyler. Tyler, this (Y/N).”
“Hello, I’ve heard a lot about you.” You couldn’t quite make out what his expression meant. Maybe he disliked you for calling Josh out in the café yesterday? He had every right to do so.
It didn’t take long and Tyler’s expressionless face broke out into a huge grin. “I’m sorry for messing with you.” He laughed. “Though, I actually did hear a lot about you, especially yesterday when you kicked Josh’s ass like that!” He laughed some more.
You spent the last minutes with both of them until their concert started; it was funny, especially with Tyler who didn’t stop telling you embarrassing stories about his bandmate.
So now you stood at the backstage area, looking somewhat excited at the big stage, waiting to the see your former best friend perform with his band for which he abandoned you and your friendship. If someone told you earlier that day, that you would watch in the evening Josh Dun, the guy you actually used to hate, play live, you’d call them crazy. Never did you believe that it would come down to this.
Time passed and the concert started, surprising you with the amount of energy that was both onstage and in the crowd; you couldn’t deny the fact that their music was great and that they put a hell of a show up. Seeing Josh look so happy playing his drums, besides his best friend, made the last hatred you had for him, his band and the situation you were in, leave your body and mind. You were happy that he got so far and was actually living his dream now, something you helped him achieve a few years back.
The grin on your face and the last remains of tears, that ran down your cheeks due to the emotional speech from Tyler and performance of a song called ‘Trees’, were widely visible as Josh left the stage, just to immediately walk up to you. Even if he was sweaty and out of breath, he didn’t hesitate to engulf you in a big, bone crashing hug; he even twirled you around a bit. You grin just got bigger.
“Hey, how’d you find the show? I hope you like it”, Josh looked happy but a little bit nervous at you. Nervous, because he wanted your approval of the band, to make sure that the two of you could leave everything bad behind and start new.
“I loved it! You guys did awesome out there! I’ve never seen any like this before, for real. I’m still so shocked, I can’t believe how far you’ve made it, Josh. Thank you for letting me see you-“, You couldn’t talk further because Josh stopped you with kissing you. At first, you were surprised, not knowing why he would kiss you, but soon you found yourself enjoying every single second of it and kissing him back. As suddenly as it started, as quickly it ended. You were sure that your cheeks were a vibrant red, blushing was a thing that always seemed to happen to you.
“I’m sorry but I couldn’t help myself.” Josh scratched the back of his head. “I’m just glad that you liked it.”
“It’s okay.” You mumbled, trying to hide your burning cheeks from him. Your heart beat fast and heavy, your mind and thoughts running wild. The kiss was unexpected but nevertheless, you enjoyed it and that confused you more than you were willing to say. But you knew, that you always had some feelings for him, maybe more than just friendship.
“I guess, I just made it more awkward than I wanted to but what I’m gonna ask next, won’t make it better, I believe.” He laughed quietly, taking one of your hands in his. “(Y/N), do you want to go on a date with me? You know, as an another excuse for the things I did to you.” He grinned, showing off his squinty-eyed smile, making your heart melt right inside of your body.
Before you could spend any thoughts on his question, your arms flew up and around his body, embracing him. You nodded vigorously, pressing your lips to his, kissing him first this time.
You really didn’t expect everything to turn out this way as you woke up today but it was the best outcome you could’ve asked for and there was no denying to that.
You had been missing for weeks Tig was going out if his mind with worry. You had been dating for a couple months now. He hadn’t asked you to be his old lady yet. But he was falling fast. As were you. He had Juice searching for you over and over but there were no leads to where you would be. You covered your tracks very well. Only using cash everywhere. He sent your picture to sister charters so they could be on the lookout for you.
Finally one day you were spotted in a grocery store in Indian Hills. You rarely left the apartment you were renting temporarily but we’re running low on groceries. Word got back to Juice that you had been found.
“Hey man, I found (Y/N)!” he said as he walked up to Tig outside. He gave him the paper with all the information and watched as Tig put out his cigarette and ran to his bike and took off.
You had fallen asleep on the couch watching TV when a loud banging at your door startled you awake. You figured it was one of your annoying neighbors asking for something. You opened the door and Tig busted through it.
“Tig! What are you doing here?!”
“I thought you were dead!” he seethed angrily as he grabbed you by the shoulders. “You stopped answering my calls. Your stuff was gone out of your house. Why would you do that without telling me!”
“I’m sorry. I should have explained. I should have said goodbye. I thought I was making it easier for you.”
“Making what easier (Y/N)?! I’ve been worried sick!”
“Not to have to choose between me and the club. With everything going on. The troubles with the cartel. You were so stressed. I figured I’d make it easier for you. So I moved away. I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid Tig. I saw what the drama was doing to you! I didn’t want to leave. But I thought it would be best for you. I regret that decision every day!”
“Baby girl. No matter how much we have going on. You were still my girl. And I’d protect you and keep you safe.” he said as he looked deep into your eyes. “Come back with me.. Please…” he begged.
“But my friends and family…Everyone keeps telling me that you’re the bad guy.” you tell him.
“Forget what anyone says or thinks about me. What’s important is what you feel. What do you feel?”
“Like I’m falling in love with you and don’t want to live without you.” you confess as the tears begin to well in your eyes.
“Then come home with me. Let me love you. Let me cherish you and make you my old lady. I’ll protect you with my life.” he pleaded.
You admit you missed him. You hadn’t recovered and were a mess. You regretted leaving him every day. But you wouldn’t let him go again. You throw your arms around him and sob as he kisses your forehead. He wraps his arms around you soothingly and begins to let the tears fall himself.
Rating: General Word Count: 1,247 Genre: Angst | Hurt/Comfort | Fluff Summary: You would always be there for V, no matter what. Note: Contains spoilers for Secret 01. My part of a trade with @cookiekiller02 Author’s Comment: Thank you for trading with me! Writing an angst with a happy ending for one of the more complicated characters with ~1,000 words was quite the challenge. I hope it’s to your liking! (’:
You didn’t think that falling in love with your childhood friend would be so painful. You didn’t think that you’d feel so bitter towards yourself when you realized that you weren’t the one for the freelance photographer. You thought that you would feel hatred towards the woman that V fell for, but you couldn’t. Sure, jealousy and envy settled deep in your heart, but never hatred. After all, Rika was V’s sun, and you just couldn’t find it in yourself to hate her whenever you saw how happy V was around her. …That was until she had blinded him.
Prompt: Can you please write one where the reader is a YouTuber and she convinces Seb to do the “l do my boyfriends makeup tag” for her channel and he agrees with the catch that he gets to do her makeup next time.
Author’s Note: Look at that little cutie. I can’t.
bughead fanfiction - unbeta’d - story has been bumped to three chapters, so don’t kill me at this outcome - have faith in your gal, ok? - 2/3
“There are plenty of ways
but only love can kill and keep
you alive to feel it.”
She has her suitcase open in front of her, her last
box stacked by the door of her now bare room. The bed looks lonely in its
position against blank walls. The photos of her and her friends all packed away
in an album somewhere, ready to be loaded into her dad’s car for their drive
down to Cleveland just a couple days away.
Turning her head, Betty sees her father leaning
against the doorway, watching as she folds a shirt and tosses it into the case.
Part of her feels extremely guilty for leaving him here alone. She thinks of
him by himself in this big house and feels something akin to a fist squeezing her
heart at the thought.
“I know I’ve already asked you, but—“
“This isn’t about Jughead, dad.” Betty tells him,
turning back to her neatly folded clothes before sighing and lowering herself
to sit on the bed. She gives a halfhearted shrug and plays with the loose
stitch of her sweater. “I mean, part of it is. But, it’s more than that. More